Category Archives: Hiking

Rainy Day #5

Rain showers woke me up a few times and I felt tired when I woke up Monday morning. I’m not used to hearing rain after the great weather we’ve experienced over the winter. We had intermittent showers and mist in the morning with a stiff wind from the northwest. The weather radar looked like heavier rainfall would arrive in the afternoon, so Donna decided to brave the wind and go for a walk before lunch.

I thought it was a good day to lie low and read a book. I went up on the deck while Donna was out, but the wind chased me back indoors. Donna took several snapshots on her hike – here are a few of them.

More wildflowers along the lake

More wildflowers along the lake

She spied a turtle crossing the path

She spied a turtle crossing the path

She spied a turtle crossing the path

The turtle takes a defensive posture

This nice home had a boat ramp to the lake - when the lake was full of water

This nice home had a boat ramp to the lake – when the lake was full of water

Now the boat ramp leads to a trail down to the lake

Now the boat ramp leads to a trail down to the lake

Donna really enjoyed her hikes and loves this area. She said it reminds her of Cape Cod minus the dunes. We want to come back some time and have a longer stay – hopefully at a time when Dave can join us at his beach house. I’d like to talk to him more about his time here in Texas. He was involved in the music and club scene in the ’80s and has stories and photos of Stevie Ray and Jimmy Vaughn from back in the day hung up in his beach house.

When Donna returned, I took a container of leftovers into the house and reheated it in the microwave for lunch. Although we’re parked at Dave’s beach house, we still sleep and play on our computers in our coach – it’s our home after all. But I didn’t want to turn on the generator just to reheat leftovers in the microwave.

After lunch, I was sitting at my laptop looking for information on the turtle Donna photographed. I couldn’t come up with a positive identification. Maybe a reader can help? While I was sitting there, a house finch flew up and perched on the living room window sill. He appeared to be peeping through the window. I realized the solar coatings on our windows effectively make them mirrors from the outside and the bird was studying his own reflection.

We’ve seen a variety of birds here in Texas – from bobwhite quail to red-tailed hawks. One of the most interesting birds we’ve seen is the scissor-tailed flycatcher. We saw them at San Angelo State Park (another place we’d like to visit again) and also at Buchanan Dam. On the way to Buchanan Dam, we saw a hawk flying across the road in front of us with a live snake in its talons.

Something else I saw that don’t recall seeing before is armadillo road kill. I saw two dead armadillos on the side of the road.

On Monday evening, Donna made lemon chicken with broccoli on the side for dinner.

Lemon chicken and broccoli

Lemon chicken and broccoli

After dinner, for a change of pace, we went into the Dave’s beach house and watched a classic movie, Alfred Hitchcock’s To Catch a Thief starring Cary Grant and Grace Kelly on Dave’s big screen TV.

On Tuesday morning, we went about business as usual. Donna is working on two exercise challenges – a 30-day upper body challenge and a five-day squat challenge. After completing her daily challenges, she prepared omelets for breakfast and then we started preparing to relocate to Austin. We hit the road at about 11am.

The 80-mile drive to Austin was mostly on scenic two-lane highways. As we got closer to the city, traffic volumes started building. Rain and construction didn’t help matters much and the short drive took more energy than I imagined. We found our way to the Austin Lone Star Carefree RV Resort by 1pm. At the entrance, a park attendant asked our name, checked his list and said, “Follow me,” as he climbed into a golf cart. He led us to our site and went over the hook-ups and trash collection procedures. Then he told us we would have until 4:30pm to go to the office to complete our check-in. It was a very efficient way to arrive and set up at an RV park in my opinion.

Austin traffic in the rain through a construction zone

Austin traffic in the rain through a construction zone

So we’re back in a full hook-up RV park. We’ve been able to average our RV park costs down over the six nights since we left San Diego by boondocking and taking advantage of courtesy parking. Our average cost per overnight site is $11 at this point. This helps to offset the fuel costs we’ve incurred while covering 1,200+ miles in a week. Here at the Austin Lone Star Carefree RV Resort, our Passport America rate gave us two nights for $45.

Our nightly site costs will go up over the next 18 days as we’ll be in RV parks, but our fuel costs will diminish. This is one of the beauties of the RV lifestyle – we can adjust our variable costs as we choose. Stay in a nice place and pay for it while not burning fuel or travel and burn fuel while keeping overnight rates low.

We like mixing it up like this – it’s what will probably keep us on the road for a long time. We know people who boondock almost exclusively and we also know people who rarely if ever boondock. There’s no right or wrong way – you just go with the flow and do what works for you.

Donna had pork tenderloin and salsa verde in the slow cooker all afternoon. She fixed a southern style dinner with pulled pork, kale sauteed with onions and dried chorizo and fried cornmeal mush. Delicious!

Texas style dinner plate

Southern style dinner plate

The sky is overcast this morning, but it isn’t raining at the moment. The forecast calls for rain and thunderstorms. We’ll take our chances and take a cab ride into town later. We’re here and dang it, we want to see Austin.

Beach House Boondocking

Once we made the decision to pull out of San Angelo State Park, we were packed and ready to hit the road in short order. We pulled out at 10:30am. Our destination was Buchanan Dam where my friend Dave Glynn has a vacation home and property on the lake.

Our route took us along US87 to Brady. On the way there, Donna monitored the weather with the Radar Express app on my phone. She was tracking a storm cell as it hit Brady. We stopped at a rest area west of Brady and stretched our legs for 10 minutes to give the storm time to pass northeast of our travel route. This worked perfectly as we only found wet roads and light rainfall on the route.

From Brady we hit TX71, a lightly used route that took us through the hill country. San Angelo is located in high desert terrain. The landscape changed as we traveled east. The Texas hill country is wooded with meadows full of poppies and other wildflowers, of course, it’s hilly. Donna shot a few photos through her window as we drove along the highway.

Donna's window view of wildflowers

Donna’s window view of poppies

We found our way to Dave’s driveway. There was a low tree branch Dave told me about that was blocking us from pulling in past the house. I removed the branch (Dave told me I’d be doing him a favor). Getting the coach turned around and lined up next to the house was really tricky. We had obstacles such as trees, flower beds and bushes to maneuver around.

It took a full 30 minutes of jockeying the coach back and forth a few feet at a time to get it lined up right. The Allison automatic transmission didn’t like all the maneuvering at idle speed. The transmission fluid temperature rose to 220 degrees – that’s the highest I’ve ever seen it. I finally had the coach parked on the east side of the house with our door lined up with a walkway to the patio. The house should offer us some protection against the wind as severe storms are in the forecast.

Coach position next to Dave's beach house

Coach positioned next to Dave’s beach house

The house should offer protection from the storms

The house should offer protection from the storms

Donna and I sat on the deck overlooking the lake and sipped cold beer. Donna phoned her parents and wished her mom a happy Mother’s Day. While she was on the phone, I took a walk down to a pier a few hundred feet from Dave’s property.

There’s been a long period of drought in Texas (like most of the southwest). At San Angelo State Park, the lake no longer exists. Here at Buchanan Lake, the water level has dropped considerably. The pier sits high and dry a few hundred yards from the current shoreline.

Fishing pier

Fishing pier

End of the pier well short of the shoreline

End of the pier well short of the shoreline

The pier is at the foot of a small community park, which I believe is common property owned by a homeowners’ association. Some of the homes here had private docks which are no longer in the lake. The receding lake has left many of the lakefront properties up to a quarter mile away from the lake. That has reset the property values to a much lower level. This coupled with the financial crisis during the last decade left many homeowners here in a bind.

Sunday was the last day of our data plan cycle. I had a few gigabytes to spare so I downloaded the European coverage of the Formula One race from Spain. While I was watching the race, Donna hiked on the trails along the lake. She snapped a few interesting photos on her walk.

Inlet off the lake west of Dave's place

Inlet off the lake west of Dave’s place

More wildflowers near the lake

More wildflowers near the lake

Unmanned fishing poles

Unmanned fishing poles

We watched a recorded program before we went to bed. I was tired and fell asleep quickly. I woke up around midnight as another storm came through. It wasn’t too severe – a few flashes of lightning and raindrops falling on the roof.

This morning, another storm cell is passing through as I type this – lightning struck close by on the lake. The flash of lightning was immediately followed by a loud clap of thunder. The storm is moving quickly to the northeast. It looks like a few more storm cells are lined up to head our way today.

Driving Miss Donna

We were up relatively early on Wednesday. Donna had picked up a rental car the day before from Hertz. The gal at the rental agency was thorough and tried to verify Donna’s family discount. After a few attempts, she decided the system wasn’t giving her accurate results and gave up. In reality, Donna’s dad retired and is no longer a Hertz employee so we aren’t sure if our family discount number is valid.

After Donna picked up the car, we enjoyed happy hour with Bob and Sini Schmitt. We sat outside for a few hours and talked about our travel plans among other things. They gave us some tips on places to see and stay when we head east from here. We also talked about meeting up in Albuquerque for the balloon fiesta in October.

So, back to our early morning yesterday. We were up early to make the drive in the rental car to the Westin Bonaventure Hotel in Los Angeles. I don’t like driving in LA, I spent many years doing it when I reported to the Volkswagen of America (VWoA) office in Culver City. I estimated three hours to cover the 120 miles from here to LA and another three hours to return. I wanted to hit the road by 9am or the return time would increase as the traffic volumes increased in the afternoon.

We managed to get out of Mission Bay RV Resort by 9am and headed north on I-5. We had a couple of slow-downs but cruised comfortably toward San Clemente. Traffic halted before we got there. I suspected a Border Patrol check station near San Onofre, but when we got to the weigh station where the Border Patrol typically sets-up, traffic started moving back up to speed with no Border Patrol stop. Who knows what that was all about.

We cruised the carpool lane up I-5 through Orange County into LA. There was another slow section from the 91 freeway to I-605 due to construction, but overall it wasn’t nearly as bad as I anticipated.

I dropped Donna off at the back entrance to the Bonaventure at 11:10am, just two hours and ten minutes after we left. After a quick pit stop, I was turned around and headed south. On the way back I discovered the Hertz rental car had XM satellite radio. I found a good station – Deep Tracks – and that made the trip back seem to go faster. I stopped for lunch in Santa Ana and made my way back to San Diego by 1:45pm. I stopped at Chase Bank to make a deposit for Donna, refueled the car and dropped it off on Garnet Avenue near East Mission Bay Drive. From there it was an easy walk of a few miles back along the Rose Creek Trail to the RV park. Whew! I’ll do it again on Sunday.

I was home in time to receive a package from UPS. I had ordered a dozen vacuum cleaner bags for our Maxum RV2000 central vacuum cleaner. Donna has been using it lately instead of the cordless Dyson. She likes the central vacuum. It works great but it uses disposable bags that filter dust down to 0.3 microns (that’s really tiny – a micron is 1/1000th of a millimeter). The Dyson has a washable filter and a plastic container to hold debris, so no replacement bags were needed.

Central vacuum cleaner

Central vacuum cleaner

I’m expecting UPS to make another delivery from Amazon today, but that will be fodder for another post.

Stormy Monday

Pardon the pun, but rain pretty much puts a damper on our activities. The heavy rain that was forecast to hit us around noon on Monday actually arrived around 9:30am. Donna drove the rental car back to Enterprise at 11:30am and they gave her a ride back to Orangewood Shadows RV Resort. With the rain pouring down all afternoon, we stayed indoors. I spent most of my time reading after I posted to the blog.

Stormy Monday

Stormy Monday

Donna had a pork tenderloin in the slow cooker all afternoon with a maple syrup and mustard sauce. She served it with cumin-spiced roasted brussel sprouts. The aroma from the slow cooker was delightful.

Pork tenderloin with brussel sprouts

Pork tenderloin with brussel sprouts

The rain continued through most of the night. Donna was up early Tuesday morning. She left at 7:30am to join the Orangewood Shadows hiking group on their trek up Siphon Draw Trail in the Superstition Mountains.

The first photo from the hike was shot by Donna, all others courtesy of Don Dunning.

Water running down rock and forming a pool on Siphon Draw Trail

Water running down Siphon Draw

Superstition Mountains

Superstition Mountains from the trailhead at Lost Dutchman State Park

Orangewood Shadows hiking group

Orangewood Shadows hiking group

Part of the trail is wide, but it gets rocky toward the top

The trail gets rocky toward the top

Mountain top shrouded in low cloud cover

Mountain top shrouded in low cloud cover

While they were stopped for lunch at the top, it started raining. They carefully made their way down the slippery rock section and headed back.

Meanwhile, back at the coach, we had sunshine. I took advantage of the dry conditions and refilled the hummingbird feeder. I restocked paper products from our stash in the trailer. Then I dumped and flushed our holding tanks. After that, I gave my leg a rest and read for a while. Although it was sunny out, it was also breezy with the temperature hovering around 60 degrees.

When Donna returned around 12:30pm, she told me about the rain on Superstition Mountain. I was surprised since it had been dry here all morning. Within 10 minutes, the rain returned. It rained in spurts off and on all afternoon.

The wet road coupled with a lane closure outside of Orangewood Shadows RV Resort on University Drive proved to be challenging for some drivers. Twice we heard the screech of locked-up tires sliding on the tarmac followed by a metallic crunch. Fender benders! So many inattentive drivers in these conditions kept me home without a thought of venturing out on the scooter.

Last night, Donna made pepperoni chicken. She uses pounded chicken breasts as the base for a pizza-like entree topped with pepperoni slices, homemade marinara sauce and mozzarella cheese. Last time, she served it with sauteed zucchini and onions. She served it over spaghetti squash this time.

Pepperoni chicken over spaghetti sqaush

Pepperoni chicken over spaghetti squash

The forecast calls for clear skies and a warming trend with the high temperature reaching 80 degrees by the end of the week. My calf injury is much improved and I plan to start gently exercising it with short walks and careful stretching.

Reading and RICE

Donna was up early on Tuesday morning. She went hiking on South Mountain with a group from Orangewood Shadows RV Resort. South Mounatin Park/Preserve is a City of Phoenix park. It encompasses more than 16,000 acres, making it one of the largest municipally operated parks in the country. There are 51 miles of hiking, mountain biking and horseback riding trails in the park. Here are some photos from her hike.

Orangewood Shadows hiking group

Orangewood Shadows hiking group

Inside the remains of building built in the 1930s by the WPA

Inside the remains of building built in the 1930s by the WPA

Petroglyphs on a rock in South Mountain Park/Preserve

Petroglyphs on a rock in South Mountain Park/Preserve

View north toward Phoenix from high on South Mountain

View north toward Phoenix from high on South Mountain

When Donna and I first met, we were members of the Phoenix Metro Bicycle Club (PMBC). The club had organized rides every Saturday morning. Sometimes we would ride to South Mountain and enter the park from Central Avenue and then climb 5.5 miles to the summit at Dobbins Lookout – 2,330 feet above sea level. Coming back down was always fun. After our Saturday morning rides, many of the PMBC members would stop for breakfast together. That’s how Donna and I became acquainted.

Back at the RV park, I spent 90% of the day on the sofa continuing the R.I.C.E. (Rest-Ice-Compression-Elevation) treatment on my injured right calf. Other than eating and bathroom breaks, the only time I was on my feet was when I hobbled around the coach to dump and flush our holding tanks. I spent the day with my leg up on the sofa reading another Lee Child book, Bad Luck & Trouble. It was another story in the Jack Reacher series. I read the entire 480-page novel.

I’ve always been an avid reader. When I was in grade school, I liked to read stories about the early American explorers – Kit Carson, Daniel Boone and others. Later, I read about the mountain man era and the exploration of the West. When I was in sixth grade, I had surgery for acute appendicitis. The surgery involved a six-inch incision in my lower abdomen. In those days, extended hospital stays were the norm. I was hospitalized for a week. It was boring. I remember my sister, Cori, brought me a big book to read – it was Charlemane. I alternated sleeping and reading for days.

When each of my three daughters reached kindergarten age, I took them to the library. Monday nights were nights with dad at the library. I got them library cards and taught them to borrow, respect and read books. They all became good readers. It was great way to spend time together and I think it helped them throughout their school years and beyond.

Yesterday was more of the same. Donna went to play pickleball in the morning. I continued the R.I.C.E. and started reading another book. By the afternoon, after three days on the sofa, I was going bonkers with cabin fever. I went outside and tested my calf by walking about 50 feet. It wasn’t good. At 4pm, I climbed aboard the scooter anyway and rode to Red, White and Brew. Riding the scooter wasn’t too bad. Getting on and off was a little tricky. The hardest part was walking from the parking lot into the Brew. I sat with Pat and Leendert and had a cold one. I told them about my injury and had to bail out on our plans to attend the NHRA drag races on Saturday. We went to the race last year and I planned to go again, but it would mean too much walking for me.

I came back home and laid out on the sofa again. The trip to the Brew probably wasn’t the best idea. Donna made Thai Curry Shrimp with noodles for dinner.

Thai Curry Shrimp with noodles

Thai Curry Shrimp with noodles

I’ll rest and recover again today.

 

BLM Rock Garden

I woke up in the middle of the night. I was stunned at the silence. I didn’t hear anything – no cars, no planes or helicopters, no sirens. Absolute silence. It was just as quiet when I got out of bed at 7:30am yesterday morning.

The desert cooled considerably overnight. The outside temperature had dropped to the high 30s and it was 52 degrees in the coach when we got up. We broke the silence by running our generator to operate the heat pumps, coffeemaker and microwave.

I went out and walked toward our nearest neighbor, at least 200 yards away. I could barely hear our Onan Quiet Diesel generator as I approached his site. I don’t think the generator is bothersome.

Dispersed camping

Dispersed camping

Donna went for a hike while I watched a disappointing end to the Chargers season. When she returned, she told me she found a site with “improvements.” I didn’t understand what she meant, so I put on my hiking shoes and she led me to the site. There were a couple of motorhomes set up above a dry wash. I could see the ground around the coaches was different. This area of the desert is generally flat and mostly covered with small rocks and decomposed granite. These sites were mostly free of rocks and the ground had a much lighter color.

The occupant of one of the coaches greeted us and invited us to tour his site. It had been built several years ago by his friend, who has since passed away. His friend, Sonny, spent the last four years of his life here hauling in large rocks, raking and leveling the area and then hauling in sand from the wash. After Sonny passed, his ashes were scattered in the rock garden.

He made rock gardens, planted cactus and created rock steps down into the wash. The guy who comes here now with his wife (we never learned his name) has been coming to this site for the past eight years. He told us that a few years ago, a group of visitors tore up the rock garden and piled the heavy rocks in the center of the site. They strung beads and other things in the trees. It was senseless. He rebuilt Sonny’s garden as it was.

Walkway around the rock garden

Walkway around the rock garden

Barrel cactus, water pan and bird feeders

Barrel cactus, water pan and bird feeders

Cactus and sandy surface

Cacti and sandy surface

The garden also features bird feeders and hummingbird feeders. A hummingbird landed on a feeder just a few feet away from Donna as we were talking.

This area is public land, managed by the Bureau of Land Management (BLM). The BLM frowns on these types of “improvements.” They want the desert to remain in its natural state. I can understand this, but I have to admit the site was nice. With so much area of BLM land, I doubt if they would find or ever do anything about the rock garden.

Later in the afternoon, I heard a loud engine revving nearby. I went outside and saw an ultralight aircraft fly past our rig, no more than 100 feet above the ground. He flew over the hills to the east of us. Later, I heard him returning. He didn’t fly by as close to us this time, but I snapped a picture as he went by.

Ultralight aircraft flying by

Ultralight aircraft flying by

He flew off to the southwest, heading for the sand dune area. Presumably, he’s camping there and takes his aircraft out to explore the desert.

We had a fiery sunset, then the desert quickly cooled again. This morning, I heard a train off in the distance, other than that I heard nothing but total silence. We’ll head out later this morning. I plan to make a couple of stops in Yuma for groceries and fuel. Then we’ll drive to Hidden Shores where we’ve booked a site for the next week.

Desert sunset

Desert sunset

Riverside Relaxation

We got off to a slow start yesterday. Donna and I sat at our laptops in the morning. I worked on my post, which took longer than usual due to the number of photos. Before we knew it, it was noon.

Donna was planning to go out for a bike ride, but we were hungry, so she made a salad for lunch. I unloaded her bike from the trailer and found the rear tire was flat. I pulled the tube from the tire and inspected the tire to see what had poked through. I couldn’t find anything in the tire, but I saw a small cut in the casing. The tube held air. I pumped it up and dunked it in pail of water to see if I could find a tell-tale stream of air bubbles. I didn’t find a leak. Maybe the Presta vale leaked?

I replaced the tube anyway. When I pumped the tire up, I looked it over closely again. The small cut opened up. The tube was showing through. I took the tire off. The cut had enlarged, the tire was shot. Donna blames it on all the broken glass she encountered on the bike routes in Portland. Every day she rode, she ended up riding through glass.

I pulled my Orbea road bike down – I had it suspended from the trailer roof beam – and removed the rear wheel. I took the tire from my bike and mounted it on Donna’s wheel. I could have just exchanged the wheels, but I run different gear ratios than Donna. With that done, she was ready to roll.

While Donna headed out on the bike path, I rode the scooter to Cottage Grove. I found a bike shop online in the downtown area. Main Street constitutes downtown and includes five or six blocks of businesses. Some of the scenes in the movie Animal House were filmed in downtown Cottage Grove. With a population of about 10,000 people, the town supports only one bicycle shop. I wanted to replace Donna’s tire with another Continental. The bike shop didn’t have any higher end tires. I’ll leave my tire on Donna’s bike until we can get to a bigger bike shop. I intended to replace my tires when we get to San Diego.

On the way back, I stopped and took a photo of a covered bridge at Dorena.  It’s a good thing we didn’t have to cross that bridge in our motorhome. I don’t think it has enough vertical clearance and the weight limit is only three tons. The 18-mile ride to town on Row River Road is scenic, with a view of Dorena Lake. There wasn’t a good place for me to stop and take a photo of the lake. Donna’s bike route took her along the shoreline, but she had left her camera at home.

Dorena covered bridge built in 1949

Dorena covered bridge built in 1949

When I returned, Donna was still out riding. I walked some of the trails on the property and had a look around. Downstream, I found a swimming hole. The water is quite cool. I wouldn’t swim in it unless the day was very hot.

Swimming hole on the west side of the property

Swimming hole on the west side of the property

I walked past our coach and followed another trail upstream. I found a bench with a nice view of the river.

Sitting area upstream

Sitting area upstream

By the time Donna returned, the temperature was around 80 degrees. I put off riding my mountain bike. We deployed the awning and sat outside reading in the shade. I was feeling lazy and sitting and reading suited me fine. I’m still reading Robert Pirsig’s Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. Some of the philosophical arguments are a bit of a struggle to follow. It felt like Saturday to me, but then everyday is Saturday for me.

I fired up the Weber Q and grilled bacon-wrapped filet mignons for dinner.

Bacon wrapped filets on the grill

Bacon wrapped filets on the grill

Donna served the filets smothered in sauteed mushrooms and onions with a baked potato and steamed asparagus.

Filet smothered in mushrooms and onions

Filet smothered in mushrooms and onions

We sat out on the deck behind the trailer and dined by the river side.

Red wine with dinner by the river

Red wine with dinner by the river

Donna has a project or two in mind for today. Later she’ll go out for a hike. I think I’ll explore upriver on my mountain bike.

Lava Butte

We joined Dave and Stilla Hobden for a little sight seeing on Tuesday morning. We drove in their truck through Bend, south to the Newberry Lava Lands Visitor Center near Sun River. The visitor center is part of the Newberry National Volcanic Monument, which is operated by the National Forest Service.

Dave had an interagency pass that got us into the monument free. The main attraction here is Lava Butte, a cinder/spatter cone of the Newberry Volcano. Lava Butte rises 500 feet above the surrounding area. The cone erupted 7,000 years ago and created a lava field covering 6,100 acres of land.

The visitor center sits on forested land at the edge of the lava field. There are a number of interpretive hiking trails from the visitor center. There’s also a narrow, steep, paved road to the top of Lava Butte. Cars are limited to a 30-minute stay in the parking area on top of the butte and a pass is required to drive up. No vehicles over 22 feet long are allowed.

Edge of the lava field behind visitor center

Edge of the lava field behind visitor center

Lava Butte viewed from visitor center

Lava Butte viewed from visitor center

We drove to the top of the butte at our appointed time, 11:45am. We hiked the trail around the cinder cone on top. The top of the butte is also home to a fire lookout station. You can see smoke in the distance in the photos from wildfires.

Lava field to the west from the top of the butte

Lava field to the west from the top of the butte

Northwest side of the crater

Northwest side of the crater

Donna and Stilla on the trail around the crater

Donna and Stilla on the trail around the crater

I took a photo of one of the signs on the trail that gives more information. Click on it to enlarge if you’d like to read the sign.

8_19lavabttesgn

By the time we hiked around the crater and drove back down to the visitor center, it was past noon and we were hungry. We headed back to Bend and stopped for lunch at the Deschutes Brewery. The food was great. Donna had a burger and sweet potato fries. I had a roast beef dip. The beef comes from a local ranch and they make the breads and rolls fresh onsite daily. The Black Butte Porter was also excellent!

After lunch, we made another stop at Trader Joe’s. I got an e-mail from the insurance agency on my smart phone. I had to get back home so I could print out documents for signatures and return them to Miller Insurance. My policy would lapse at midnight and I had to make sure the new policy was in place.

Last night, I caught up on our laundry in the park’s laundromat. Donna had done a few loads in our Splendide washer/dryer, but after a week of dry camping, we had a lot of laundry to catch up on.

We were both tired last night. We watched a couple of TV shows, one was a Jimi Hendrix documentary that I hadn’t seen since the 70s. It disappeared for decades and was released again. I don’t know what the story behind that is. We turned in early.

This morning, I need to pack the trailer, fill the fresh water tank and dump and flush the holding tanks. We’ll pull out of here around noon. Our next stop is an overnight dry camp on property owned by a Escapee member north of Terrebonne. It’s a short drive from here. Tomorrow, we’ll drive north to The Dalles and on to Portland.

Donna is flying to New York tomorrow night. I’ll be a bachelor at the Fairview RV Park for five days.

Yellowstone National Park

We unloaded the scooter yesterday and rode into Yellowstone National Park. Our America the Beautiful pass allowed us entry without paying the daily fee ($20 for motorcycles). Shortly after entering the west entrance to the park, we were in Wyoming following the Madison River.

I saw a couple of photographers on the side of the road and pulled into the next turn-out. We saw what they were photographing – there were elk across the river. We saw a few cow elk and yearlings. Then I saw the smallest calf I’ve ever seen. I guess I haven’t spotted elk this early in the spring before.

Cow elk

Cow elk

Cow and calf

Cow and calf

At the Madison Junction where the Gibbon and Firehole Rivers join to form the Madison, we turned right and headed south to the geyser basins. We stopped at the Lower Geyser Basin and walked around the boardwalk loop. The colors are amazing. The water in the geyser pools is so clear, you can see every detail of the bottom. There are pools that reach deep into the earth and the water becomes blue.

Blue water and brown/orange deposits

Blue water and brown/orange deposits

Darker blue in the deep pockets

Darker blue in the deep pockets

The mineral content and organic materials create different colors.

Minerals and organic matter combine

Minerals and organic matter combine

Many colors

Many colors

There was a pool of clay that was bubbling and boiling. Mud spouts were thrown a few feet into the air.

They call the bubbling clay Artists Paint Pot

They call the bubbling clay Artists Paint Pot

The steam coming out of fumaroles had a slightly sulphurous odor.

We continued south and climbed to the Upper Geyser Basin. The traffic was fairly light – I’ve always come through the park in the summer before. At the peak season, the traffic is unbearable. We were told in town that we are here at the right time. Next week, the crowds arrive. Having said that, I still had to pay attention and ride with caution. People driving in the park lose all sense of the rules of the road. If they spy wildlife, they will suddenly brake and hang out the window with a camera.

At one point, a pick-up truck pulling a trailer suddenly braked to a stop in front of us. A bull bison was walking on the side of the road, Donna was getting uneasy as the bull headed straight at us, eight feet away. I accelerated around the truck and got out of there. We had a few more episodes like that during our day in the park.

We rode up to the visitor center to see Old Faithful spout. Old Faithful blows every 60 to 110 minutes. The park rangers predict the next spout based on the strength of the last eruption. We arrived at 12:45 pm. The next spout was predicted at 1:13 pm. We found a seat on a bench and ate the lunch Donna had prepared as we waited for the show. Even though it isn’t peak season, there were many people at the center.

People waiting for Old Faithful to do it's thing

People waiting for Old Faithful to do its thing

The first time I saw Old Faithful was in the summer of 1966. My grandparents took me to Yellowstone on our way to visit relatives near Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Old Faithful always makes a couple of false starts, shooting water and steam a few feet into the air intermittently. Then she blows with a roar.

Showtime!

Showtime!

Old Faithful at full power

Old Faithful at full power

In the square mile of the Upper Basin around Old Faithful, there are 150 geysers.

On the way back down, we stopped at Fountain Flat Drive. We hiked on the Sentinel Trail. There were bison everywhere we looked, including some very large bulls. Bull bison can weigh up to 2,000 pounds. They are the heaviest land animal in North America. We saw a herd with calves grazing in the sun.

Buffalo herd with calves

Bison herd with calves

At one point, we had to leave the trail as a bull came walking toward us. Bison are mostly docile, but they are wild and unpredictable. Bulls have been known to charge when people approach too closely.

A large bull bison

A large bull bison resting in the sun

On our way out, along the Madison River, we saw a yearling elk feeding in the grass.

We had fine weather all day, with clear blue skies and comfortable temperatures. I could see clouds forming in the west though and the forecast called for thundershowers after 3pm.

Upon our return, I could see a few scattered thundershowers around the RV park, but it didn’t rain here until after 7pm – just as we sat down to eat dinner outside.

More scattered thunder showers are forecast for this afternoon. Tomorrow we’ll head north. I have a stop planned for a couple of days, north of White Sulphur Springs, Montana. We’ll boondock on Bob and Shirley McBride’s land by their cabin.

Colorado National Monument

I rode the scooter to the Cummins Rocky Mountain Service Center yesterday. It’s in Grand Junction, a few miles from our location. I picked up a fuel filter and air filter for our Onan 7.5 KW Quiet Diesel generator. The filters are due for replacement after 500 hours of run time. We have about 470 hours on the generator now. So, I picked up the parts while it was convenient and will do the maintenance work later.

The highlight of the day came when Donna and I rode the scooter through Grand Junction to the east entrance of the Colorado National Monument. We brought our America the Beautiful National Parks Pass. Without the pass, there is a day use fee to enter the monument. When we pulled up to the entrance kiosk, it was closed. There was a sign directing us to pay upon exiting the park. Seemed strange, but we rode in and immediately began climbing a steep, twisty road.

At one point, we entered a tunnel and felt the coolness deep inside the rock. After passing through the tunnel, we stopped at Cold Shivers Point. The elevation was about 6,200 feet – we’d climbed nearly 2,000 feet in seven miles. Cold Shivers Point overlooks Columbus Canyon. I took many photos, so today’s post is picture heavy. However, I couldn’t capture the enormity, the steepness and the depth of the canyons.

View from the road climbing from the east entrance

View from the road climbing from the east entrance

Looking towards the head of Columbus Canyon

Looking toward the head of Columbus Canyon

The walls of Columbus Canyon are sheer drops of several hundred if not more than 1,000 feet. I’ll admit that parts of the overlook were frightening. You can stand on the edge of the canyon wall, unrestrained and look down.

We continued riding westbound along Rim Rock Drive, stopping at view points along the way. This is a road you don’t want to make a mistake on. It snakes along the rim of the canyons with no guardrail between the road and rim. At times, the shoulder is only a couple of feet wide before the terrain drops vertically.

Donna at the Red Rock Canyon Overlook

Donna at the Red Rock Canyon Overlook

Narrow Red Rock Canyon, looking north

Narrow Red Rock Canyon, looking north

Again, the photos do not capture the scale of the landscape. The floor of Red Rock Canyon covers a few miles before it drops away to the Colorado River to the north. The juniper and pinon pine trees on the bottom are mature and much larger than they appear.

Colorful rock on the south side of Rim Rock Drive

Colorful rock on the south side of Rim Rock Drive

The largest canyon in the Colorado National Monument is Ute Canyon. We stopped at several view points overlooking this enormous canyon. We hiked down a couple of trails that had placards identifying the plants and some of the animals found in the park. The road topped out at 6,640 feet above sea level. We began a gradual descent along the rim of Ute Canyon. I’ve run out of adjectives to describe the view. Below are a few images of Ute Canyon.

Ute Canyon

Ute Canyon

Ute Canyon

View from Artists Point

Dome formations in Ute Canyon

Coke Oven Overlook

Ute Canyon

Monument Canyon view

Monument Canyon

Monument Canyon

There are a number of hiking trails throughout the park, many of which are described as “difficult.” It’s also a popular cycling route that requires lights on front and back to travel safely through the tunnels.

We stopped briefly at the visitor center, then made the rapid descent to the west park entrance. I pulled up to the kiosk, ready to show my park pass. It was empty. There was a sign posted that said “Temporarily Closed.” I guess entry into the Colorado National Monument was a freebie yesterday.

We rode on CO340 into Fruita. We stopped at Suds Brothers Brewery downtown and had a cold one with a plate of hummus and veggies with warm pita bread. The Red Monkey Butt amber ale was very good, full-bodied and well-balanced.

Last night I grilled teriyaki salmon on a cedar plank. Donna served it with pineapple salsa and sauteed spinach.

Teriyaki salmon with pineapple salsa

Teriyaki salmon with pineapple salsa

Today, Donna will catch up on some work and then get out for a bike ride. I’ll see if I can make arrangements to have the transmission in our coach serviced next week.