Monday, August 31, 2015

Western Parks Trip--Day 23, Monday, August 31, 2015

We woke up at 5:25, five minutes ahead of the alarm.  David planned to be first in line at 7 AM at Walmart to get RBII's oil and filter changed.  He is down to 35% life on the oil change before we left on this trip and it's all been hard driving, so David felt we ought to change it now a few hundred miles ahead of recommendation.  

I used the time after he left at 6:45 to finish blogs, have breakfast and prepare the trailer for take off.  We are both feeling like the "horses who smell the barn", ready to be home.  We are heading to an RV camp in Dickson, TN, just before the 840 bypass around Nashville.  

We were on the road by 9:19.  Arkansas roads deteriorated near the border with Tennessee and there's a huge rerouting of I40 going on with a new overpass exit (12C) to I 40 off the I40/240 bypass in Memphis.  There was a sign announcing that the new exit is open, confusing our GPS.  Since I don't like driving over bridges, we changed drivers just outside West Memphis,  so I could take pix of the Mississippi River and Memphis skyline.  The haze is not related to smoke from the western fires as we saw so often in Utah, Arizona and New Mexico. Memphis' haze is pollution, pure and simple.
Memphis skyline with the Mississippi River in foreground.

Welcome to Tennessee!
We got to Dickson RV Camp about 3:30 and boy, do we feel, like we are back in the country.  This is an old, largely permanent mobile home park.  But hey, the water pressure is good, electricity reliable and a sewer connection  next to our trailer which will provide for a good final drain!!! What more could you ask!! And the price is right, too.

Had to use 3 "chips" to get Jay level!  There's a smoldering campfire from the previous tenant who apparently left just before we arrived.   Maybe we'll have 'smores for dessert tonight!!!
A "cottage" at Dickson RV Park.  The white car looks like it hasn't moved in many months.  It is full of household goods, too. 

Western Parks Trip--Day 22, Sunday, August 30, 2015


Today began with the full moon over the lovely pond at Tinker Air Force Base Family Camp.
As David began to put on the anti-sway bars between the hitch and trailer, we discovered it happened again!!--we had forgotten to take the pins and l-shaped rods off the bumper (after disconnecting the bars) and they were lost on the road to the museum yesterday.  This had occurred once before in Laughlin Nevada and we'd had to have new ones fashioned at a hardware store.  Fortunately Campers World came to our rescue and we had replacements in hand by 10:30 and we were on our way to Little Rock, Arkansas by 11:10.

Eastern Oklahoma has lots of road construction and needs to have even more!! Lots of rough road.   Oklahoma has some interesting overpasses, too.  I'd commented earlier about New Mexico's colorful overpasses. 


We crossed into Arkansas about 2 PM and found their tarred roads in better shape.

We crossed a loooong bridge over the Arkansas River as we entered North Little Rock.

After frustrating efforts to get a response on a Sunday afternoon from some of the RV Camps I'd identified as potential overnight spots, we pulled into a KOA about 6 PM, really late for us to be ending a day on the road.  I usually avoid KOA for an overnight because they are more expensive than other camps, but we justified it with the need to be off the road.  Then to add to my enjoyment, David suggested we go to a nearby Olive Garden, one of our favorite restaurants, for dinner!!

We were back in camp by 7:30 having paid our bill at the restaurant with their newest innovation, (probably seen already by those of you who eat out more than we usually do!) tableside computers which take credit or debit card swipes, cue you with a suggested tip and complete the transaction with a printed receipt (or emailed if desired).  It was also set up to play games during dinner.  I did the 7-question survey and strongly disagreed with the games idea.  Dinner is for conversation and verbal interaction, not electronics!! There I feel better!!!!

Our neighbor at KOA--who says you can't enjoy your favorite Sunday night football game and "adult beverage" while camping?!!




Western Parks Trip--Day 21, Saturday, August 29, 2015

We had a very leisurely departure (for us, that is), not leaving camp until 9:30.  Our destination was  Tinker Air Force Base’s Family Camp (FAMCAMP).  We’ve not stayed there before. They don’t take reservations, so I called about noon to ask if they had room for us.  I was assured we likely could get in.  So we continued on driving mile-upon-mile.  Lots of wind and oil wells pumping.  Speaking of oil, we’ve enjoyed the continuing drop in gas prices.  The most we paid in Utah was $2.99/gallon.  That’s a far cry from the >$4/gallon we paid in 2012’s trips out west. Today we actually tanked up for $1.99/gallon!

We arrived at the FAMCAMP about 3 PM and were parked and on our way by 3:30.  We were headed to the Oklahoma City National Memorial and Museum for the Murrah Federal Building bombed by Timothy McVeigh and Terry Nichols on April 19, 1995.  Our Camp Host (a unique way campgrounds get volunteers to be available to answer questions and do bookings when paid staff isn’t there, in exchange for free camping) was very helpful with information on how to get to the memorial.  He advised us to drive to a nearby Bass Pro Shop and take the trolley.  So we parked there and got on a trolley which we learned was FREE! We got an angst-free tour of downtown Oklahoma City on the trolley! 

Neither of us was prepared for the emotional impact of the memorial and museum.  The wall in front of the memorial is lined with toys, shirts and different memorabilia to the 168 killed, 19 of them children in the daycare center on the second floor.  
Memorabilia are attached to the wall in front of the Memorial entrance.


There are two tall stone monoliths (Gates of Time) at either end of the Reflecting Pool.  The front gate has 9:01, representing the time just before the bombing and the other has 9:03, the time the building exploded and collapsed.  
On the inside the Gate says 9:01.  David is standing in front ready to enter the memorial grounds. 

This gate inside the memorial, across the Reflecting Pool, is inscribed 9:03 when the bomb went off. 
The Reflecting Pool occupies what was once NW Fifth Street, a shallow depth of gently flowing water which helps soothe wounds with calming sounds providing a peaceful setting for quiet thoughts. 

To one side of the Reflecting Pool are chairs representing  all 168 who died, the shorter chairs for the 19 children. At night the bases for the chairs are illuminated as beacons of hope.  We didn't see them illuminated, but I imagine it is most awesome!
Note the differing sizes, adult and children.
  Pine trees have been planted in rows to the right forefont of the Reflecting Pool.  A Rescuers’ Orchard is to the left  with a plaque reading: “To the courageous and caring who responded from near and far, we offer our eternal gratitude.”, The Elm Tree stands on a hill to the left of the Reflecting Pool.  The Elm Tree is called the Survivor Tree.  It is 90+ years old, having been planted next to a house which was eventually sold and the area re-developed, eventually to contain the Murrah Federal Building.   The elm tree was kept and was 150 feet from the blast area from the bomb.  Its leaves and bark were imbedded with shrapnel, but it survived.  Today it is a robust testimony with a plaque reading: “The spirit of this city and this nation will not be defeated; our deeply rooted faith sustains us.”  


There is a Survivor Wall, the only piece of the Murrah Building left, which is inscribed with the names of over 600 who survived the bombing many with permanent injuries.

We visited the museum which walks you through the bombing hour by hour showing the national and international news broadcasters' first reactions, then you enter a room after the sliding door opens, in which you hear the taped proceedings of the State Water Board hearing on a petition by a resident to sell some of his water.  This is particularly ominous because it began promptly at 9:00 AM and at 9:03 you hear the repercussions and the lights flicker in the room just as the occupants must have felt when the bomb in the Murrah Building, across the street from the hearing room, went off.  There are taped recordings of the impressions of people in the building when it happened, rescuers, firemen, chaplains, family and many others involved in the whole event.  There are very poignant vignettes and captions, and oh, so many statements in music, voice and picture of how Oklahoma City and rescuers from across the country came together over the next weeks to try to extract the last of the bodies, 168 total.
Before the blast
This is a Pulitzer-Prize-winning photo (in the background) of a fireman holding a baby pulled from the rubble of the second-floor daycare center.  Tragically the baby died. The model in the foreground was cast from the photo's image.  
Looking across the Memorial from the Museum window.
 There are many vignettes displaying the very quick process of tracking down Timothy McVey who was actually in a county jail in a nearby town having been arrested for not having a current tag on his escape vehicle.  In the pace of our justice system, it seems rather ironic that he was brought to trial in only two years and executed on June 11, 2001 by lethal injection.


We took the trolley back to our truck and went back to camp at Tinker with our hearts full of prayers for the 20-year survivors.

I had a hankering for hot dogs, so I fixed hot dogs, chips and leftover potato salad and cole slaw for supper.  David had a hankering for special ice cream since he'd seen a sign for Braum's, the local ice cream specialists.

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Western Parks Trip—Day 20, Friday, August 28, 2015

We were up early to go to breakfast at Weck’s before taking Kathie to the Albuquerque Airport for her return flight to Indianapolis.  We got to the Weck’s having gone through a major intersection on which the traffic lights were all out. Interesting study of patience by drivers who alternated getting four lanes of traffic through the intersection without traffic lights.  Initially we drove past the Weck’s not seeing any lights on, assuming it was closed although the website said they were open at 6:30 AM.  We did see movement  inside the restaurant, so we went inside where we were greeted by the hostess saying they had no power. She pointed to the assemblage of emergency vehicles across and down the street where a power pole was sheared and leaning on an SUV.  She apologized that they wouldn’t be able to serve us.  We drove around a  bit more trying to find another special breakfast place, but finally gave up and dropped Kathie at the airport unfed about 7:40.  She was anxious about her flights and check-in and encouraged us to find another place for breakfast without her.  Needless to say, I was very unhappy with the results!!!  So we headed back to base, looking along the way for a cafe. Lo and behold, we came upon the Copper Canyon Cafe where we had breakfasted twice with Dan, Jeff and Roy, birding family, when we were in Albuquerque in February, 2014 to find the rosy finches which winter here.  If only we’d gone out the other gate from Kirkland, AFB, we’d have seen it. 

We were on our way to Amarillo by 9:30.  Leaving New Mexico, the speed limit was 75, but we were warned of wind gusts.  I was driving about 68 mph when I came through a pass and got rocked by the crosswind.  Thank God our truck is equipped with and anti-sway mechanism which senses what is happening with the trailer and adjusts somehow the torque.  It worked well, but I dropped my speed to 60-62 mph until my heart stopped racing.  It was rather ironic to get hit that way as I had just said I didn’t feel crosswind! 

Once again we see Texans are (oops, I mean Texas is) windy with lots of wind turbines in families of 20-50! 
Don't know how this water tower remains standing.  Too much Texas wind!!!


There appears to be adequate rainfall through the panhandle of Texas, too, with ponds (tanks) full.    There are lots of sorghum, alfalfa, corn, soybeans and, at one point, a huge field of sunflowers.  In general the roads in the panhandle are good, even though they are concrete.  And of course, the speed limit is 75 which many trucks seemed to want to drive.  The humidity is back, too, at 45% after only 15-20% in most of Utah and New Mexico. 

We arrived in Amarillo about 4 PM, very tired.  I fixed a chicken casserole which was in the freezer and just had to be reheated. 

Friday, August 28, 2015

Western Parks Trip--Day 19, Thursday, August 27, 2015

Another travel day, saying good-bye to the mountains, we thought, as well as the Navajo red sandstone.  As we departed Cortez, heading south on US 160, we observed why the town of Shiprock is called that, a 9 thousand+ monolith shaped like a ship.  Sorry I don't have the pix to show you.  Lost with the ones referenced yesterday.  We connected with US 550 expecting to be on a two-lane road eventually, but it was divided 4-lane the whole way to I-25, just north of Albuquerque.  

We took advantage of the re-establishment of diplomatic relations with Cuba, to enjoy lunch at the McDonald's in Cuba.  It has fared very well during the years of broken relations!! Cuba, NM is about 80 miles north, northwest of Albuquerque.

We continued to see wonderful rock formations all the way to Albuquerque.  

We were able to get into Kirtland AFB Family Camp, which doesn't take reservations and we had been told by the clerk, during a phone call about one hour from Kirtland, they had one spot open.  So we risked that no one else would arrive before we did, and were able to secure a spot overninght.  

After setting up camp we went out for a "Last Supper" with Kathie to a restaurant her daughter had recommended in Old Town called High Noon.  It was just as good as we'd been told, including a 7-member C&W band called Yeso Stockmen.  I think Yeso is the last name of the leader.  They are a group who have been playing together for less than 6 months.  Their selections were mostly very old country songs.  Entertaining while we ate very scrumptious meals.  
The High Noon is in a building, part of which dates to 1785 when it was said to house a gambling casino and brothel.  There are large photos on walls which have the frame painted around them.
I drove us back to camp using the directions our GPS provided, but she doesn't know that certain gates at Kirtland AFB close at 6 PM.  So when we got to the gate, it was closed and we had to take a detour to get to the open one.  Kathie finished packing her suitcase for the trip to the airport in the morning and we all were in bed again by 9PM. 

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Western Parks Trip--Day 18, Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Today has involved laundry, relaxation, lunch of soup and salad for Kathie and me and soup and Rueben sandwich for Dave at a local eatery, then a visit to the Cortez Cultural Center.  This is in a rustic 1906 building which hosts western music several times per week and Native American Dancing on alternate evenings. We've also had intermittent rain.  

We went to dinner at a local southwest/Mexican restaurant.  Since none of us likes really spicey Mexican food, La Casitas hit the spot, although the chips and salsa had a hot tinge.  

This evening we went back to the Cultural Center for a performance of Ute Indian cultural dancing.  The "emcee" was a rather rotund man whose last name was Lopez.  He introduced his two daughters, both of whom have won the Miss Colorado Indian contest. They were dressed in cultural attire which for one, included the skirt full of brass-like bells which jingled when she danced.  The emcee and his sons-in-law played the drum and sang.  To our ears, none of the songs sounded different, but then they probably have that impression of some white and black "cultural" music, too.  There was a darling daughter of one of the daughters (the granddaughter of the emcee) who was about 2-3 years old who wanted to imitate her mother and aunt when they danced, following them around the circular performance center 

One of the most interesting things the emcee said was regarding the designs and insignia used by different tribes.  He commented it was important for the Ute men to wear the scalps of enemy.  But he promised there would be none of that in tonight's performance.  He said the spear that was used to kill Custer was in the Smithsonian and incorrectly identified as belonging to another tribe, until a Ute properly identified it as belonging to the Ute tribe!

As the performance went on we watched the waning moon and build-up of very stormy clouds, hoping we wouldn't get wet before the performance ended.  The emcee commented that most performances were able to be completed outside, as was tonight's.

I must apologize for not having any photos with today's blog. When we got to a camp with wifi, I downloaded my pix to the computer, but didn't tell the computer to import them.  Then I erased them from my camera before I checked that they'd downloaded.  Blame it on fatigue.  

Again we were impressed with similarity to Basotho cultural dancing in which hip movement and the tinkling of the skirt are important.  The Basotho use bottle caps in which they have punched a hole , and strung together and attached to a skirt.  They make a sound similar to the Indian bells skirt which the performer/dancer said was very heavy!

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Western Parks Trip--Day 17, Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Today's adventures began at a more leisurely hour, almost 9 AM.  We headed to The Four Corners Monument.  It marks the meeting point of four states, Utah, Colorado, New Mexico and Arizona.  It also marks the boundary between to semi-autonomous Native American governments, the Navajo Nation which operates the concessions at the Monument, and the Ute Mountain Ute Tribe.  Did you know there is still controversy about the New Mexico border?  A re-survey in the 1903 showed the border was incorrect, Teddy Roosevelt vetoed a Congressional effort to change the border. 
In booths all around the center plaque are vendors of Navajo jewelry, pottery and other art objects. There were many beautiful pottery pieces with documents explaining the meaning of the symbols.  David bought a money clip with an elk on it which symbolizes the messenger or hunter.    I bought a  silver blue opal ring.


From 4 Corners we headed to the Hovenweep ("deserted valley" in Ute/Paiute language) Monument.  These structures straddle the Utah and Colorado borders and were discovered in 1854 by W. D. Huntington who was leading a Mormon expedition of southeastern Utah.  About the year 700, Puebloans filtered into this territory onto Cajon Mesa.  The final wave of building occurred about 1230 around canyon heads near water sources.

Kathie and I walked about 1 mile of the loop near the Visitors Center.  David was able to see 5 structures by just walking the 300 yard paved section.

The Twin Towers had 16 rooms. One tower is oval and the other horseshoe shaped. Original wooden lintels are still in place in one tower.  These towers are among the most carefully constructed buildings in the entire Southwest.
Your local tract home!!
 Archeologists gave this style the unit type  basic building plan, a few living and storage rooms and one kiva, a unit type house.  Two of the openings in the wall of the room east of the kiva were possibly used to mark summer and winter solstices, information extremely important to farmers. 

Hovenweep Castle and Square Tower consist of two D-shaped towers perched on the rim of Little Ruin Canyon.  The stone walls, two and three courses thick, show detailed masonry techniques.  Growth rings on a wooden beam in one tower indicate that the log was cut in AD 1277, one of the latest dates of any structure in the San Juan (River) region.  Residents who lived here were farmers, not kings and queens.

As we walked back to the Visitors Center, we passed a placard for the Sleeping Ute Mountain.  The Ute Chief's head lies to the North and toes are near the New Mexico border.  His crossed arms form the highest point.  Legend says that someday the Ute Chief will rise again and return the land to its native inhabitants.  The Sleeping Ute Mountain lie in the Ute Mountain Ute Reservation and its distinctive form can be seen from almost every location in the greater Four Corners region.
Sleeping Ute Mountain is off on the skyline.

We left Hovenweep again marveling at the variety of structures we saw today.  The route back to camp was along Colorado 10 which runs through agriculture terrain--huge fields of irrigated alfalfa (hay) with humongous stacks of the very heavy bales, corn, wheat and a thick grass-like crop I didn't recognize. We also saw soybeans being irrigated. 

We had spaghetti and meatballs over pasta, some of which was gluten-free spaghetti (which didn't impress Kathie), salad, and garlic bread.  We had contemplated firing up the grill, but once again rain moved in.  We were able to eat on our picnic table, though, between showers.  

Another varied, educational day!!

Western Parks Trip--Day 16, Monday, August 24, 2015

Our day began at 6 AM as we wanted to be at Mesa Verde National Park by 8-ish to go to the Visitors Center before traveling the hour and a half to the meeting point for the Cliff Palace Ranger-guided tour of the largest pueblo village.  It's 20 miles from the Visitors Center to the meeting point, but most of the windy, frequently switch-backed road is 15-35 mph.  I volunteered to drive today for which David was grateful. 

We discovered the Chapin Mesa Archeological Museum was actually where the orientation film was shown.  It was also where David would wait while Kathie and I went on the tour which is rated strenuous and for a good reason we learned.  The Museum is a wealth of information with diaramas depicting the habitation of North America by Puebloans from 10 to 15 thousand years ago to 800 years ago.  I must comment on the use of the term Puebloan.  Some have said Anazazi has fallen out of use because it has a negative connotation.  The Welcome Center clerk we talked with yesterday said the term Anazazi really doesn't have a negative translation, but rather only means ancient ones who were not Navajo.  Anazazi seems to be avoided in all the orientation films and literature. 

The first  diarama in the Museum depicted the Early Habitation Period of North America from 10-15 thousand years ago.  These were hunters and gatherers who use atlatl (spears) to hunt bison.



The Basketmaker Period--to 1600 years ago-- were the first hunter/gatherers to come to the 4 Corners Area between AD 1-500.  They learned to farm, growing corn, beans and squash and hunting rabbits, and deer, fruit and seeds. Clothing was made from skins of animals.  They used yucca fibers and dog hairs to weave sandals.  



The Modified Basketmaker Period--1300 years ago-- had Pueblo people living in the Mesa Verde area.  They abandoned their nomadic lifestyle to build semi-permanent subterranean houses called pit houses in alcoves as well as on the mesas.  They raised domesticated turkeys and dogs.  



The Developmental Pueblo Period--1200 years ago--found Puebloans living in true villages.  The began  making pottery and lived in connected living and storage rooms facing south or southwest to take advantage of sun exposure.  They had a deep pit used for social and ceremonial purposes.  The grooved axe made building easier.  They had reservoirs to collect rain and snow.  Cotton was introduced from the south with added to their weaving articles.  They actively traded with other regions. 


The Great or Classic Pueblo Period--800 years ago--found people moving from  small compact villages to cliff dwelling.  Walls were built of  shaped sandstone blocks laid in mud mortar with roofs of poles, bark and mud.  Houses were grouped around an open courtyard with a circular room beneath which resembles modern kivas in Pueblo villages of today.  
After viewing these diaramas, David and I were struck by how similar some of the practices we observed among the Basotho of Lesotho when we served there as missionaries from 1993-99 were to the Puebloans.

We met at the Cliff Palace Viewpoint at 10:45 AM where the Park Ranger spoke of the rules for the tour stressing that no food or beverages other than water were allowed and no chewing gum!!  He stressed it was a strenuous climb down and up with several 10-rung ladders to climb. He half jokingly commented that the cost of rescuing someone was nearly $5K!  We observed an elderly woman who had to receive support from her husband going down the steps carved into the rocks. She persisted, though, and we congratulated her as she sat, smoking,  in their vehicle in the parking lot. 

Cliff Palace is the largest cliff dwelling in North America.  We don't know why the "Ancients" moved to this style of  dwelling about 1200 AD.  It was discovered by two cowboys in 1888 who were looking for stray cattle. An experienced mountaineer, Frederick Chapin, eventually came to the site and lowered a rope down over it and began exploring it.  A Swedish scientist, Gustaf Nordenskiold, published the results of his exploration in 1891.Our Ranger said, Nordenskiold also took wagonloads of artifacts back to Sweden.  This was before Antiquities Acts.
Cliff Palace looking down from the view point where we met to walk down to it. 
 The birds like to perch on the ledges and do their own "painting" of the walls.  Rangers tried many different techniques to keep them off when someone suggested a slinky.  It works!
If you look very closely at the top of this tower, which we looked up into to see petroglyphs etched near the top, you can see a large slinky uncoiled across to keep the birds from perching.  

The mortar is made of crushed sandstone, clay, ashes and urine to wet it.  (Basotho make mud using cowdung and soil as their mortar.)
The dwellings throughout this area are dated using wood carbon dating.  That is not a perfect way to judge the age, however, as often when they rebuilt they used wood from previous dwellings. Sometimes the poles up higher in the dwelling were found to be older than the lower ones.  

To  leave the Cliff Palace we had to climb over 40 uneven stone steps ascending though narrow passages between rocks and at the end up two sets of steep wooden ladders.  For one who has acrophobia, it was a real test of my willpower.  

After this adventure we needed nourishment, so we went to the Spruce Tree Cafe which served a wide array of sandwich, salad and hot foods.  While Kathie and I had explored Cliff Palace, David was able to view the Spruce Tree House from near the Museum, so he did get to see one of the most well-preserved dwellings in Mesa Verde.

Knowing I would have a long windy drive back to the valley, I wasn't interested in the other long road we could have driven, but we did do the Mesa Top Loop.

This section shows many kivas and dwellings under enclosed structures which makes it very easy to see and also protects the exposed structures.  These structures date from 600-1300 AD.

The first dwelling was a typical pithouse, this one with a larger space for living.  In the center is the firepit where people did their cooking.  A stone slab was placed in front of the firepit to keep the air circulating--deflecting cool drafts and drawing smoke up and out.  In the adjoining smaller room, called an antechamber, food and firewood were stored.  Everyone slept together on the floor on twill mats and snuggled together in the cold winters.
Typical pithouse                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       





At the Square Tower House we were surprised to find two Rangers who had rapelled down the cliff to enter the dwelling.  They were obviously cataloging and measuring judging by the equipment we could see from the viewpoint.  



The Square Tower House is built in an alcove in the upper walls of Navajo Canyon. It is a 4-story structure still largely intact occupied between 1200-1300 AD. The tower had windows, doorways, flooring and inner walls which were plastered. About 60-80 rooms of the Square Tower remain. They went to and from the dwelling by way of hand-and-toe holds pecked into the cliff walls. A spring below the alcove provided water. 


We drove to the Sun Point View, one of the best in Mesa Verde, arriving as the black cloud that had been building overhead let loose with a downpour which lasted almost 15 minutes.  Our truck is much cleaner on the outside now.   I am glad we waited because the view was spectacular especially of Cliff Palace from across the canyon. Kathie and I still marvel that we were inside this structure!!

Cliff Palace as seen from Mesa Top Loop drive--across the canyon
 

One of the last buildings we saw on the Mesa Top Loop was the Sun Temple, estimated to have been built about 1250 AD.  It was never roofed and there are geometric designs inscribed on the face of some of the walls.  It was obviously never finished and there continues speculation why.  

The Puebloans appeared to have migrated south from the 4 Corners area possibly because they had depleted the soil and they had had 25+ years of drought.  Many different tribes banded together in the Texas region.
The Sun Temple
As I drove us back down to US 160, I glanced over at David in the passenger seat.  I commented his knuckles weren't white (mine were!!).  His retort was, "Yeah, but you should see my shorts!!"  We chased another thunderstorm as we descended, but gratefully only a few sprinkles reached us before we were on level ground again.  Today's adventure was again at about 7000 feet elevation.  Cortez is at 6,201 feet.


Sunday, August 23, 2015

Western Parks Trip--Day 15, Sunday, August 23, 2015

We were ready to decamp by 9:10 for a 2.5 hour trip to Cortez, Colorado.  Smoke hung heavy in the air but we were able to see why this camp is named Archview.  We could see the North and South Windows of Arches NP which we had visited on Thursday as we left camp.  
The holes in the rock are what are called the North and South Windows (sometimes called the Spectacles)  in Arches NP which is seen from the Archview Camp in Moab.    

We continued down US 191 to Monticello, UT, actually named for Thomas Jefferson, but we don't know why.  Nearby is Wilson Arch, probably our last arch of this trip.  There we turned southeasterly on US 49.


Wilson's Arch
David drove the entire trip on very nice US hiway.  We arrived at Cortez's Sundance RV Park by 11:45 and were set up by 12:30 when Kathie treated us to brunch in Cortez.  We selected "Once Upon A Sandwich" restaurant which served spectacular sandwiches and soups and had lots of what looked to be locals eating.  Outstanding!!!!

From there we visited the Colorado Welcome Center which is actually nearly across the street from our camp. We were greeted by a very knowledgeable woman who told us all about the local attractions, especially Mesa Verde, NP, which we will visit tomorrow.  

Back at camp Kathie and Dave read while I blogged.  We were planning to grill salmon on our charcoal grill and David had the coals almost ready when the only rain we have seen (we've had a few sprinkles enough to briefly use the truck's wipers) on this whole trip.  And it was a deluge.  I watched it on my Wunderground Weather app and the heaviest part of the cell centered over us for about 15 minutes.  David braved the downpour under an umbrella trying to salvage the fire, but finally gave up.  

The rain cell was only green on Wunderground at this point!
Now the rain shows dark yellow on Wunderground and it is time to go to Plan B (the oven) for the salmon. 
The reward of a beautiful rainbow!! Both Jay and RBII got much-needed bathing from the rain, too. 

We will be able to sleep without air conditioning tonight for the first time on the trip.  Temperature is predicted to be 55 degrees tonight.  Even now we have the windows and doors open and the crickets are chirping, the first time we've heard them on this trip, too.  We are at 6,201 feet elevation here. Colorado High!!

Western Parks Trip-Day 14, Saturday, August 22, 2015

Today was a maintenance day.  We slept in until 7:07 AM!!  After a breakfast of bacon and orange-scented blueberry pancakes prepared by Chef Dave, we did 5 loads of laundry and I did some more blog work.  After lunch, we drove to a winery located along the Colorado River.  There were lots of swimmers, kayakers, canoers,  and rafters on the River.  It was likely a very good way to cool off in the 98 degree heat.  The pollution from the western fires was very evident again today. 
This portion of the Colorado River is quite calm.  Rafters didn't have any rapids to thrill to through the sections we drove.


As we drove back along the River from the winery, I saw more of the yellow flowers I had earlier thought were sunflowers, but too small; then I decided they were black-eyed susans.  Well I have since learned they are prairie sunflowers!

Prairie sunflowers abound in AZ, NM, CO and UT!

We ate an early dinner at the best restaurant in Moab, located in the former home of uranium king, Charlie Steen.  The restaurant, called Sunset Grill, is located "220 feet above the road" according to the waitress.  Moab is at 4000 feet elevation.  They are famous for prime rib, which Kathie ordered and took almost 1/2 of it home and Idaho trout, which David and I ordered and again took some of it home.  David and I had an escargot starter which was prepared in a puff pastry with a creamy mushroom and onion sauce.  There were 8 on the plate which could have been an entree.  This was a very different way of serving escargot, which we used to enjoy trying at different restaurants in southern Africa.

These boots were just outside the entrance to the restaurant.  We think Paul Bunyan left them behind! The bench next to them is standard sized.



The smoky haze is very prominent from our cliff-side dining spot.  
Sunset Grill from the road below.  It is a windy paved road with many curves to get to the restaurant.  David was driving so he abstained from having wine with dinner.


It was an early-to-bed night for all of us!!