Friday, May 15, 2015

Monticello to Hovenweep to Naturita


We left out of Monticello with a bit of plan.  We’d go to Hovenweep National Monument, then through Canyons of the Ancients National Monument toward Cortez.  Then we’d decide where next.

Once off the main road things got a bit interesting.  The smaller roads leading to Hovenweep were narrow, twisty, up and down and full of nasty potholes.  Luckily traffic was sparse and most of the time we could wander across the other lane to avoid the potholes.  The route we took was different than the route I’d taken years ago when I went out to Hovenweep between a training session at Mesa Verde and one in Flagstaff.  I had a whole weekend to get there, so I saw a few things.  This time it was the motorhome, towing the Honda, instead of a Dodge Caravan, so the road conditions made more of an impact.  The distance out to Hovenweep, though, was much like my solo trip – long stretches of lonely road, then a turn and another long stretch of lonely road.

We worried a bit about parking such a long rig, but figured they’d have some kind of warning in the “preparing for your visit” section of the web site, or we’d unhook to turn around, if it came to that.  They do have 3 “oversize vehicle” parking spaces and a separate entrance and exit for the parking lot.  There is a small campground, too.  Some of the sites are big enough for a rig like ours, as long as we unhook and park the motorhome and car separately.  Besides, most are back-in and you can’t back up with a car on a tow bar.  It would damage the car and the tow bar.

Each of the national park units with Anasazi (the preferred term now is “Ancient Puebloan”) ruins is different.  They differ in placement (cliff dwellings, stand-alone structures, above ground, below ground, etc.) and in architectural styles.  It used to be believed that nobody knew where they went.  The truth is Anglo culture didn’t know, but the Pueblo people, and other peoples of the southwest knew all along that modern Pueblo people are their descendants. 

Hovenweep probably has more variety of structures and styles than most places.  All are built on the edge, or down inside a small canyon.  In the time it was occupied, a seep at the head of the canyon provided water.  A series of check dams allowed the people to gather enough water for daily use and to grow enough crops to store the surplus for leaner times.  Over time, though, the seep produced less water, and they had to move on.  One of the most unique of the structures was built using a giant boulder as roof and partial wall, minimizing the amount of actual construction needed.  Other structures are round, square, D shaped, and one is of the “unit construction” seen in some other ruins.  The “unit construction” is a series of square rooms lined up next to each other.  Some connect to each other, some open only to the outside.  One of the Twin Towers still has original door lintels and they dated the logs back to 1277, using the tree rings.  They say the Twin Towers are some of the most carefully constructed structures in the southwest.

Hovenweep allows dogs on the trails (on a leash, of course) so we took Max on the trail along the canyon’s edge.   At a half mile his back leg started kicking out – spasms – so I stayed with him while Tom went on to see two more of the structures.  Then, on the way back to the visitor center, we’d stop and make him sit or lie down for a few minutes at the first “kick”.  Poor guy was pretty tired when we finally landed for the night.  Hours of standing at the front, watching the scenery roll by and a long walk.  Actually, he laid down several times between Hovenweep and Naturita.  He was really tired.  He’s passed 12½ and had several major health issues, so he’s entitled to get tired.

As we planned our route, we would leave Hovenweep by a different route, one that would take us through the southern end of Canyons of the Ancients National Monument.  We expected to see some signs of either ruins or side roads to ruins or sites.  What we did see was interesting terrain, an end to pavement, farms and ranches.  We never saw any indication we had entered or left the Monument, much less any sites or turn-offs to sites.  We couldn’t tell if the road was normally without pavement or partway through an improvement project.  But, it was rough enough to start worrying about things in the motorhome as they banged around.

We knew we were out of the Monument when we entered Cortez.  So much for that exploration.  Now, which way?  Looking at the Colorado map we quickly realized almost any direction would take us over steep passes.  We had talked last fall about seeing the Gateway area in other seasons.  So, toward Gateway it was.  At one point, on a steep (7%) twisty grade, I looked ahead and knew we needed to meet the truck on a straight section.  It was a long low-boy with a heavy load and needed the entire road for some of the turns.  Luckily, we did meet on a short straight section.  I think it was one of the longest low-boy trailers I’ve ever seen.

We figured we’d stop at the first likely looking boondocking area (didn’t see any) or the first RV park.  As it turns out, there is ONE RV park between Grand Junction and Cortez.  The owner if a former Marine (flying the flag at the office was the first clue; his ramrod straight walk is another) who just recently purchased the place.  He’s really nice and helpful.

When Tom suggested we try to find a place to eat, instead of cooking, we headed out.  There’s a cafĂ© in Naturita.  Good prices, large portions, decent quality.  We fed Max leftover chicken strips and a couple bites of chicken fried steak, saving the leftover baked potato for our breakfast.  Then supplemented the leftovers with pulled pork and brown rice.

The big trucks and the birds start early in Naturita.  By 5 am there were a series of trucks, birds and assorted sounds working on ending sleepy time.

Where to today?  To be continued . . .


 

 

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Canyonlands National Park - the Needles District

When I first went to Moab for a training class I really wanted to see the Needles District of Canyonlands National Park.  But, I had a dinner date with a friend and soon realized there just wasn't enough time to do both, so I turned around and went back to Moab after a brief visit at Newspaper Rock.  That was 2002, I think.

On this trip when plans to visit friends in Montrose fell through due to illness, we decided to take the river route toward Moab.  We planned to find a campsite along the river, but when we started looking, we were close enough to Moab they were all full.  Perhaps the ones 20+ miles out were full, too.  And as we rolled through Moab we saw all the RV parks were full.  As we recalled they were very expensive.  As recent retirees, we don't like expensive.

So, on we rolled.  We figured out that we weren't going to boondock (just stop and stay without an official campground, services, etc.) south of Moab.  On we rolled.  In Monticello we found a nice little family RV park.  The family lives there, has their horses, goat, dogs, chickens and whatever else.  They sell real eggs (farm fresh) with really orange yolks and great flavor.  We'll pick up some more before we leave here.

So, finally I got to see the Needles District.  It is spectacular!  It's a long day drive, but well worth it.  We stopped a lot to take photos and videos.  The air was pretty hazy, so my camera had trouble with the autofocus.  But the eyes can cut through some of the haze and see the colors and patterns in the rocks.  We probably drove over 150 miles today, making a loop with some backtracking.  It's a long way from Hwy 191 out to the park boundary.  But it's a beautiful drive.  We took a picnic lunch with us since we were pretty sure there would be no place to buy a lunch.


Our campground owner had suggested we take an alternate route to the Needles that leaves out of town and goes through the mountains.  There were a couple of primitive campgrounds on the route.  The first one would work for us, the second one only had one, possibly two sites that could work.  The road met the "official" road into the district before the Newspaper Rock State Recreation Area.

Newspaper Rock is a sandstone bluff covered with ancient (and a few not so ancient) petroglyphs. (Petroglyphs are chipped into the rock, pictographs are painted on the rock).  The difference in color between the old desert varnish and the "newly" exposed rock beneath makes the pictures show up well.

After Newspaper Rock the road goes on for several miles, through BLM land.  The flat bottom country is green this time of year (at least this spring it is) and there are a few ranches.  There are lots of roads heading off to interesting sounding destinations, but they're not roads we'd take the motorhome on.  Eventually, you come to the boundary between the BLM land and the park.  The formations become more spire like and less wall like.  Everywhere you turn there are spires, canyons, rocks the will someday be "balanced rocks".  The colors are spectacular with layers of reds and whites, with the occasional darker layer in between.
Long view at Dutch Shoe Arch pullout

Dutch Shoe Arch

 

One of the rocks at the Confluence Overlook

After driving to all the places we could reasonably drive to in a Honda, we headed out to the highway so we could drive a few miles north, then take a 22 mile road to the Needles Overlook.  Too bad the air was so hazy.  It may be hard to pick out any details.
Just in the lower edge of the are some tall formations on the valley floor below us.  In the distant haze are the Needles that give the District its name. 
 
I'll post more photos, when I can, on my Flickr account www.flickr.com/photos/mooseduds


Monday, May 11, 2015

Road Trip - Days 2 and 3


Day two was a mixed kind of day.  After we had our coffee, we did a quick tour of the whole campground to see what we liked and didn't like for future trips.  We took the video camera so we can use that with the map to mark off the “bad” sites and the best sites.  Some are plenty long, but not very level, so an actual view of them will be very helpful.

Then we made a quick run up to Rifle Falls State Park.  It has a campground, but only 13 sites.  And of those 13, one is the host site, one is the handicapped site, so realistically there are only 11 to consider.  Mainly we wanted to take a quick walk to see the falls and snap a couple of photos.  We'd been there years ago, before we got our first motorhome, and only partially remembered it.  We remembered there was small campground, but no details.
 
 
They think the cliffs behind the falls were formed a long time ago by beaver dams.  The limestone is porous and with erosion, the water fall (it used to be one big one) and caves were formed.  Then in the 60s when they put in a small hydroelectric plant, the falls split into the 3 we now see.  There is a loop trail that takes you to the top of the falls.  We hiked it years ago.
 
After that we dropped Max at the RV and headed to Glenwood Springs for the CSA (Colorado Snowmobile Association) quarterly meeting.  Without realizing the capital grants meeting was running over, we went in and wound up being “treated” to a scathing accusation that the Grand Lake Trail Groomers had been “negligent” when one of the grooming machines went through the ice.  The worst part was the group had ranked all the grant requests, giving the GL Trail Groomers third place in the list of projects submitted, then started talking about punishing them for their negligence and for keeping it all secret until the last minute.  What an eye opener.  Unfortunately, the two who had presented the request were already back in Grand Lake when this happened.  The main meeting was a lot less contentious and had a lot of good points, including a proposal for CSA to sponsor an effort to install avalanche beacon checking stations at at least 15 snowmobiling trailheads throughout Colorado.
After the meeting we came home to a pot roast; I love having a crock pot on board.  Just slice and serve.  Max got pot roast and rice for dinner.  Then Tom read and I wrote down some more memories until bedtime.
Sunday we took a drive over to the third state park in the immediate area, Harvey Gap.  The guys at the entrance station told us that if we weren't looking to fish there really wasn't anything there for us.  I told them I take a lot of photos and it was worth photographing.  That seemed to catch them by surprise.
We followed the road “down lake” toward the little earthen dam.  The road went on past it, through the gap and down in farm and “ranchette” country, eventually taking us back to Rifle.  There we made a quick stop at Wally World, McD's and the Starbucks parking lot (McD's didn't have WIFI or it didn't reach that corner of the parking lot) to check email, send a couple of text messages, etc.  A quick stop at the RV to drop off our acquisitions (one was frozen custard), then we took a short drive the “other way” at the Y intersection that brings us to Rifle Gap Reservoir's developed area.  At the end of the road there's a correctional institution.  That's all we needed to know.
For Mother's Day dinner: grilled pork chops (for a while we thought the wind might blow out the charcoal), fruit salad, and instant mashed potatoes (loaded baked potato flavor).  We just didn’t have room for the ice cream with brownie brittle crumbs.  That would have to wait for another night.
The campground host came to advise us the temperature was supposed to drop to below 30 and take care of any exposed water lines.  We watched a movie before we went to bed.  Another day on the road came to an end.
 

2015 Shake Down Cruise - Beginning

This year the shake down cruise is many times more important than in years past. We'll be gone for at least 3 month, maybe 4 or more, so we need to know what we forgot this time, what doesn't work, and so on. So far, so good. At least as far as the rig is concerned. We planned the first couple of days so we could attend the Colorado Snowmobile Association meeting in Glenwood Springs.  After that ... no plans at all.  What a treat!

So what's not so good? Let's start with the weather. Friday, May 8 started out with an inch of new snow and snowing hard. Not a good thing. Luckily, there was a break in the weather and by the time we finished packing the food and other last-minute items, it had stopped snowing and even stopped raining. Yay!

However, between Hot Sulphur Springs (30 miles from home) and Kremmling (45 miles from home) it had started raining again, it had gotten really windy and then the rain started turning to snow/slush and there was even a patch where the road was covered. Crap! That's not good for driving a motorhome. It's even kinda scary. Motorhome tires are NOT all season. Motorhomes are big and heavy and just not really suited to winter type driving. Luckily, with the “smart-ass phone, I could check the highway cameras and see that Vail Pass was clear. So, on we went.

From there on it was fairly smooth sailing. We stopped for lunch at a scenic area with a small lake, just barely east of Copper Mountain (ski resort), then were back on the road.

The next hiccup came when we got to the state park. Our reserved site was occupied! There was a trailer in it, but no one around. Tom looked at the tag on the post – it had been filled out today, for one night, checking out tomorrow. Back to the office. They were pretty relaxed about it. The gal who had checked us in, if you can call it that, was just starting her season. The other gal in the office, and the ranger weren't too excited about the situation (“it happens a lot”). The site across from “ours” didn't have a reservation tag, but it was reserved. They did give us another site in the same loop (if it hadn't worked they'd have given us a “hold site”. They also mentioned there had been a guy in a site that was reserved who wouldn't move out because he “had a ticket” and he had an attitude.  We didn't want to deal with him if he was our "site thief". 

Their system leaves a lot to be desired. In other state parks we've been asked our name. Here we gave our name and were asked “which site?” They (kind of) keep track of reserved and occupied sites on a white board. They didn't check a computer or a printout, they just went with what was on the white board. Having worked a campground with reservations in the past (both of us) we know how it can be done, with or without computers, and this is not the way. We didn't make a stink because we got a site that works for us; it's just not the one I had carefully selected because it was off by itself on the outside of the loop.  (Update - when I went back to pay for one more night the gal (a different one) did check the whiteboard and a printout to be sure we really were OK staying where we were.) 

I haven't decided if I should write a letter to the Colorado Department of Parks and Wildlife or not.

For the first time this year, we Farkled after dinner. We Farlked by the lake. Doesn't it sound dirty? Farkle is a dice game. But we like the sound of saying “Let's Farkle in the woods, or by the lake, or on the beach, or whatever. Anyway, while we were passing some time Farkling, it started to rain. It blew some, too, but not like it did after we went to bed. We commented more than once that we are really glad we're not the folks in the next site – they're in a tent  (they must have had a heater - there was an electrical cord from the electrical pedestal into the tent). Been there, done that. I remember waking up and thinking the motion was somewhat like going down the road, and the rain was really pelting the rig. It wasn't as bad as some storms we've been in, but it was noticeable. When it got quiet later, I wasn't sure if it had stopped raining or if it had turned to snow. Luckily, it had stopped snowing.

Saturday morning we woke to light cloud cover, a glassy calm lake (we have a nice view of the lake from our windows) and no wind. I thought I heard something like a loon, but it was just a single note, not the “laugh” that is so distinctive. There are geese, small birds (wrens?) in the bushes and cottontail rabbits. Luckily, Max didn't see the bunny we spooked. He was too busy reading the calling cards and leaving a few of his own.
View from the RV across the Rifle Gap Reservoir
 
To be continued . . .

Thursday, May 7, 2015

Max update

Today, we took Max in for the vet to catch him up on his vaccinations and do a "dental" (knock him out and scrape the tartar off his teeth).  Because of the problems he had from October to February, Dr. Brooks was pleasantly surprised to see Max on his schedule.  His last visit in February he had thought it might be Max's last.  It was great to see the happiness on Dr. Brooks' face to see how well Max is doing.  We joke that he's like a cat, on life #6 or 7 ...

So, he'll take longer to come completely out from the anesthesia, but he's coming around.  He can eat a little tonight, then work back up to normal feeding.  Tonight, he's starting with the Super Simple Chicken and Rice Dinner.  Every time one of us goes near the kitchen he watches us like a hawk, hoping for more to eat.  We're so happy to see he didn't lose his appetite.  That always worries us.  He's done it three times since October and each of those "hunger strikes" was a total rejection of all foods. 

For now, at least, he's still on track for a long life.  He's starting his 7th month since his spleen was removed ... and it's 5 months since his stroke ... so far, so good.

Way to go, Max!

Monday, May 4, 2015

Spring Storm

Today we had our first real spring storm.  Thunder and lightning - one blast had almost no time between the flash and the crash.  A little before the skies opened up the satellite TV went out for a while.  Once the storm got going we had a short power outage.  Then we had a lot of hail.  An hour or so after the storm was over the leftover hail was still 1/4 inch to 3/4 inch deep on the deck.  It had been blown against the house and piled up along the wall.

Saturday, May 2, 2015

Foggy Morning

The 9 Health Fair was reason to get up early.  In fact, it was the first time in a little over a month that we got up as early as we used to do for work.  It had rained a bit yesterday (less than 1/4 inch) so there was lots of humidity.  The chilly temperature (27) combined with the high humidity caused big fog banks to rise up out of the lakes.  Our drive to Granby started in more or less sunshine, then dipped into the thick fog along the lake.  On the way home it had lifted just enough to see the some of the close-in docks and shoreline features.

Docks at Highland Marina

Rocks at mile marker 9

Stillwater Campground across the water