Sorry for my rant in my
May 3 blog. I’ve “regrouped”, and want
to tell you about the fantastic time we had in the 2 weeks leading up to our
work-camping debacle.
It was raining when we left Palo Duro on April 21, but we soon were out of the storm as we traveled to our next adventure in Southeast Utah. We stopped at Russell’s Travel Center on Historic Route 66 in Glen Rio, New Mexico for fuel, and we were blown away. Not only does this travel center have a great convenience store, it has wonderful additions like a chapel and a nostalgic 50s style diner. But best of all, it has a museum filled with classic cars, motorcycles, and all sorts of collectibles, including Route 66 memorabilia! What a trip down Memory Lane--most fun I’ve ever had at a fueling station!
It was raining when we left Palo Duro on April 21, but we soon were out of the storm as we traveled to our next adventure in Southeast Utah. We stopped at Russell’s Travel Center on Historic Route 66 in Glen Rio, New Mexico for fuel, and we were blown away. Not only does this travel center have a great convenience store, it has wonderful additions like a chapel and a nostalgic 50s style diner. But best of all, it has a museum filled with classic cars, motorcycles, and all sorts of collectibles, including Route 66 memorabilia! What a trip down Memory Lane--most fun I’ve ever had at a fueling station!
We
spent the night at Sandia Casino in Albuquerque, which graciously offers
complimentary overnight parking (up to two nights) for its RVing guests. Registration is required with the security
guard at the gate to access the huge lot reserved for RVs. While Mom and Dad did some boogieing to the
Cupid Shuffle and Electric Slide, I signed up for my Player’s Card, earning
myself $10 free play. I found a 1 cent
Harley Davidson machine and inserted a $10 bill (‘cause you can’t get the free
play without putting in your own money for an initial bet). I thought I’d get to play for a long time
since it was only a penny slot. But I
soon learned there were so many pay lines, it cost me $.90 each spin! Needless to say, I blew my cheese money in a
flash. I’m getting like my Aunt Laurie
and spending too much time with games of chance. I may need to call 1-800-GAM-PROB!
The next morning we traveled along NM 550, enjoying gorgeous views of the Zia and
Jemex pueblos. We caught glimpses of
Colorado’s snow-capped Mt. Sneffels, the highest summit of the Rockies,
towering above us at a 14,000+ elevation.
It
was a lovely, relaxing drive. Before I
knew it, we were at our boondocking site, a secluded BLM gem that we learned of
from friends (THANKS JIM AND BRENDA!). It
overlooks the San Juan River, which delineates public lands
and Navajo tribal lands. When you look
through binoculars across the river, you can see a multi-building cliff
dwelling in the rock formation! Known as
the Great Bluff House, it is said to date back to 650 A.D.
San Juan River, one side BLM lands, other side Navajo lands |
The Great Bluff House |
We
were sitting outside chilling and grilling while waiting for sunset, when a car
pulls up alongside our rig. A young
woman, traveling alone, has decided apparently that she is spending the
night—right next to us! Now I know these
are public lands and others have as much right to be there as I do, but what is
the point of being in a remote area if you have someone so close by, they can
hear you snore! The aggravating part
was that there was not another sole on these BLM lands; she could have utilized
a half dozen other spots, particularly since she had no size limitations. To top it off, though she did not engage with
us, she proceeded to stand right in front of our rig to take her sunset
pictures. So much for my view! Sorry, I’m rambling and ranting again (Can
you tell I am in a one-stuffed-rat family.
Yup, I suffer only rat syndrome, and I’m not accustomed to sharing.) I put on my big boy pants and didn’t let her
spoil my serenity (and fortunately, she only stayed one night.)
Rise
and shine! It’s was a glorious new day
and we had big plans to traverse numerous stops along the Trail of the
Ancients. There are loads of open
range in these parts. We saw cows and horses, including a foal, eating at the
side of the road.
We stopped at Mexican
Hat, where some guys with more balls than brains were hanging from the rim of
the sombrero rock formation.
We took the
iconic photo of Monument Valley from Highway 163 and stopped at the Welcome
Center. We learned that for $20, you can
travel another 3 miles along paved road onto Navajo lands. From that point, it is a 13-mile drive along
an unimproved road to get you closer to the rock formations which are within
the tribal park. Hey, I’ll fork over
some of my cheese money for that! But
unfortunately, they prohibit motorcycles (strike 1), ATVs (strike 2) and RVs
(we were told that Big Boomer, our tow vehicle, would fall under this category due
to its size). Strike 3, we are out of
luck!
I
began to sulk, but Dad appeased me saying we would go to Valley of the Gods
next. We walked the East Entrance road
about ½ mile to check out its condition before venturing down and determined it
was doable. We crossed the River bed,
which had some residual puddles but was fairly solid ground. We passed a group of cows having a morning
bath. They seemed mesmerized, staring at
us as we passed. I thought they were
reacting to me waving to them from the back window. I soon realized I was not the object of their
attention—it was the chrome bull balls hanging from the back of Big Boomer!
As
I marvel at the varying shapes and sizes of the rock formations, I am transported
to another place and time. I think of
how these lands looked millennia ago, before the winds, rains, and ice
transformed the topography. I think of
the ancient peoples who called these lands home, and I understand how the
Navajo view these places as sacred, places where the power of the spirits
reside.
The roadway got a bit dicey with some
hairpin turns and ledges as we got closer to the West Entrance. But Dad
navigated them slowly, unlike some of the other tourists. One was in such a hurry, he came up over a
hill so fast, he didn’t even see us in the upcoming hairpin turn, and then
rather than slow down, tried to pass us on the right!
Truthfully
Valley of the Gods has far more rock formations that Monument Valley, and it
doesn’t cost anything!
Also
on our agenda was Goosenecks State Park. It costs $5 per vehicle for day use, $15 for overnight
camping (and it has plenty of amply-sized spots should we have needed to
implement Plan B for boondocking.) Goosenecks
of the San Juan River, like Horseshoe Bend of the Colorado River in Lake Powell
National Recreation Area, is a fine example of a river meander. We hiked along
the rim to The Point, learned about the geology, and returned to Big Boomer to
enjoy a picnic lunch.
Our last stop for the day was Bluff Fort. Just by its name, I thought this was a fortification of the Calvary, but boy, was I entirely off base! We arrived after 5 p.m., thinking they would already be closed and we would just take pictures from the outside. But this replica of an historic Mormon Village site, run solely by friendly, knowledgeable volunteers and where no cheese money is required for entry, remains open to 6 p.m. It is a really great place for kids! A “talking wall” engages you, followed by a short film that depicts an intriguing tale of perseverance, dedication, devotion, and divine intervention. This rat’s synopsis: in 1878, Latter Day Saints Church Leaders called upon these faithful to settle the area and befriend the native American Indians. As they journeyed, they reached 40 Mile Spring and evaluated all routes to access the other side of the Colorado River, but none were feasible for horses, wagons, women, or children. They found “a hole in the rock” near Escalante, with 500 foot high cliffs, which they were required to blast, sand, pick, even make foot holds for horses, in order to continue their trail to Bluff. The journey took 6 months, during which two babies were born. Miraculously, no lives were lost. The Fort contains replicas of the village homes, which are furnished with family heirlooms by the descendants of the settlers. There is even one of the original wagons used on the “hole in the rock” journey! We walked around the town of Bluff, watching the sun set, inspired by the faith and fortitude of these pioneers.
I did a little bit of star gazing that night before my eyes got weary and I nodded off. I stirred as Mom and Dad tucked me in for the night, realizing how blessed I am to experience this full-time RV lifestyle.
We would like to thank some amazing organizations for all they do for the RVing community:
Escapees RV Club
Xscapers
RVillage
RV Dreams
Escapees RV Club
Xscapers
RVillage
RV Dreams
Workamper News
Well Well ---- Not sure it was ranting . For sure the problems lay with the HR unqualified individual!! Loved Valley of the Gods and Monument Valley. Can you say "we need to stop for ANOTHER pictures ??" Many memories from the 1,000 digital images! Rock and Roll Brother Rat. Keep the articles flowing!
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