Sunday, December 10, 2017

My Bad

Although we have been back in our Mesa house for quite a while, I have yet to finish blogging about the remainder of our travels.  I figure I’m about four posts behind, so here goes.

After leaving Show Low, we parked for a while in the national forest outside of Payson.  We checked out RV parks in the area with the thought that we might want to summer there sometime.  We didn’t see anywhere that tempted us to stay, although it is a very pretty area.

We rarely go to museums, but we made an exception for the Rim Country Museum in Payson.  Surprisingly, a docent takes you through the museum rather than wandering on your own, but she was very knowledgeable.  There is also a reproduction of Zane Grey’s cabin which he inhabited while writing some of his famous western novels.  The docent for that part of the tour was a rabid Zane Grey fan from England.  Very interesting.

We also took a couple of hikes.  The first was Horton Creek Trail which is a lovely walk through the woods along the creek.  It seems to be a dangerous place for kids’ shoes.

I was surprised to see what I thought was a Kaibab squirrel, which is only supposed to be in the Kaibab Forest along the north rim of the Grand Canyon.  Upon further study, I think it’s not, but it still is very pretty.

It does have big ears like the Kaibab, though.  Maybe it’s a mutant.

If you go far enough on the trail, I believe there is a nice waterfall, but after a couple of miles, I turned around at this pretty spot.  (Ron had given up a little earlier.)

We also did the Monument Peak Trail, which loops around Monument Peak.

It used to be a nice trail, but now that ATVs are using it, it is really rutted.

After Payson, we moved to another National Forest spot above the Camp Verde/Cottonwood/Sedona area.  It was still hot, so we stayed at altitude.

Here’s the view out our dinette window. 

Wandering around the area, we found a lot of grinding holes that the natives had used long ago.  Here’s Ron demonstrating.

It’s hard to imagine finding enough seeds and grinding them.

Scary story.  One evening we were driving back up hill from Camp Verde and passed a fifth wheel RV on the other side of the road that was on fire!  The driver was very smart and stopped right on the road, instead of pulling over to the side which would be the instinctive thing to do.  With the dry grass, that would have set the whole forest on fire.  Since several people had already stopped, we continued uphill.  I feel we did our part by stopping twice to put out little fires in the road about a half mile back.  Luckily, we had water in the truck.

Friday, October 13, 2017

Happy 90th!

After my flights across the country, we hurried to attend our friend John’s 90th birthday party.  He and several other RVing friends own large lots between Show Low and Concho, Arizona.  At 7000 feet, the weather was perfect in mid-September and we happily settled in on Roy’s lot, who unfortunately wasn’t there. 

We had requested that John put us away from the main group because we assumed they would have nightly campfires.  Here’s a picture from the roof.

These lots were sold to unsuspecting out-of-staters who didn’t realize the problems associated with building there.  To dig a well, it would have to be over 1100 feet deep.  The ground is very rocky and a septic is either difficult and expensive or nearly impossible.  A few lots have electric, but it’s thousands of dollars to have brought in.  But it’s a beautiful place to boondock with an RV.

The celebration was five days of fun and reconnecting with old WIN friends.  Here’s John snuggling up to Corrinne.

And here he is with the shirt that Ron and I bought him.  I can’t take credit for the idea since Diana bought one like it for our father’s 90th and Ron’s girls both bought similar ones for his 80th.  (I know, I know, it’s hard to imagine that Ron is 80, but all who know John find it just as hard to believe that he is 90.)

There were daily activities planned, both onsite as part of the celebration and off site.  One day we joined several other vehicles for a rough trip through the national forest to the top of Greens Peak.  On the way up, we had some excitement when Sue had a flat tire. 

Ron to the rescue with our can of Fix-a-flat.  He used up the whole can which only brought it up to about 20 psi (which might have been because it was a really old can), then he got out the 12-volt air compressor to finish it off.  I was sure I got a picture of him at work, but it seems to be gone.  Sue is certainly braver than I.  Instead of turning around at that point, she just continued to the top with the rest of us.  However, days later, we heard that the tire was remaining fully inflated.  Amazing.

The view from the top was quite impressive.

But it was also very windy as demonstrated by Larry and his ‘stay puft’ jacket.

Later that day, we found out that Carol also had a flat caused by this giant metal spike that was so far in her tire that the end was level with the tread.  She’s smiling because she made it home before it went flat.

The actual birthday party was on Saturday and what a shindig it was!  His children had ordered unbelievable party favors, including can cozies, cups, name tags, and in the bag . . .

Personalized cookies that really did resemble John.

John even got the Mountain Saddle Band to entertain and they were terrific!

They had lots of pictures of John as a young stud,

But he demonstrated that he still has it when he and Sally ‘pole danced’ on top of the storage container.  Sally was a real sport – even wearing his Budweiser shorts for our amusement.

This last picture was posted and reposted so many times on FaceBook that I don’t know who to credit for taking it.  It’s most, but probably not all of John’s well-wishers who attended this very happy event. 

We love you, John!   

Sunday, October 8, 2017

Long Overdue

I know it’s been a really long time since I posted, especially considering we’re still on our summer travels.  But we did have a break in routine which always throws me off my blogging.  About two months ago, my father had a stone in his pancreatic duct.  He had previously had the same situation eight years ago, so he knew when the debilitating pain began, he had to get to the hospital.  His gastroenterologist again went in down his esophagus, through his stomach, into his pancreatic duct, and pulled out the stone.  Pretty amazing, huh?  All seemed to be fine when they released him from the hospital.  Unfortunately, all the antibiotics that they prescribed didn’t agree with him causing him to end up back in the hospital with dehydration.  Upon his release from the second stay in the hospital in a very weakened condition, I flew to PA to play nurse.  Although I am not the best caregiver, he is amazing, and by the time I left two weeks later, he was remarkably improved.  Whew!

Then, less than two weeks after my return, I left Ron again to visit my darling daughters in Florida.  I was on a roll.  We enjoyed our time together, and found time to visit historic St. Augustine.  The girls are even more camera shy than I am, so no pictures of them, but I do have a few of St. Augustine. 

According to the plaque, this gate, opened in 1739, provided the only access through the defense line on the north side of Spanish St. Augustine. 

St. George Street is pedestrian only and filled with fun shops and eateries in the heart of the city’s historic district,

And home to the oldest wooden schoolhouse in the U.S.  The exact date of construction is unknown, but it first appears on tax records in 1716.  It’s not often you see something in the United States that’s 300 years old.

Beautiful Flagler College is a 4-year liberal arts college.

We were awed by the Cathedral Basilica of Saint Augustine.

This was America’s first parish, founded in 1565, but the cathedral was built between 1793 and 1797.

We also toured the St. Augustine Distillery.

It was an interesting tour, but the best part was the tour guide’s appearance.  He looked the picture of an old-time distiller. 

My daughter had free tickets for Potter’s Wax Museum or we probably wouldn’t have gone, but we were all very impressed.  The wax figures are remarkable and the displays are set up beautifully.

Here are some former U.S. presidents and first ladies . . .

And some signers of the Declaration of Independence.

Look at the detail.  It looks like Albert Einstein is looking right at me!  His eyes seemed to follow me.  Alright, it was a little creepy.

But speaking of creepy, there was a room with characters from horror movies.  None of us wanted to be first (or last) going through that room.  I really thought Freddy Krueger was going to leap out at me.  Yikes!

But General MacArthur gave me back my confidence.

I did have a bit of excitement when hurricane Irma decided to hit Florida right when I was due to fly home.  I was lucky enough to get the last seat on a flight two days earlier for no extra charge.  Thank you, American Airlines.  I did feel like I was deserting a sinking ship, but luckily my daughters didn’t even lose electric.  We were all very thankful.

Saturday, August 12, 2017

Abiquiu (part 2)

I think the highlight of our time in the Abiquiu area was a trip to a little known area just north of town.  We actually went twice because I didn’t like the way my pictures turned out the first time with the gloomy skies.

So we picked a day when the clouds weren’t too oppressive and tried again.  On the way, we stopped at a pullout for a shot of Rio Chama.

But this was our goal – Plaza Blanca.  These spectacular white sandstone formations are on land owned by the Dar al Islam mosque, but luckily they don’t mind respectful tourists.

At first glance, the formations reminded me of Tent Rocks NM outside of Santa Fe.

But these also had some color in places.

And some of the cliffs had interesting crisscross features.

We walked along the arroyo admiring the towering rock walls.

Some of the tops had red caprock.

It really is a special place and well worth a second visit.

Thursday, August 10, 2017


Last year we really enjoyed our time at the Corps of Engineers campground at Abiquiu Lake.  Of course all the COE campgrounds are nice, but this one has especially lovely scenery.

Each site has a view of Abiquiu Lake, although this was taken from an overlook.

Since we had already embraced the area last year, we went to the visitors center for additional adventures.  She suggested taking the dirt road from the dam to town for some colorful scenery.

Even with a 4-wheel drive truck, there was one spot that Ron thought required a bit of rock moving.  The truck came out looking impressively muddy.

She also mentioned a hike up Cerro Pedernal which consisted mostly of walking up an ATV road.

Here’s the top of the cerro (which means little mountain), but the rest was a rock scramble and we soon turned around.

I think the prettiest scenery was along the road up to the trailhead.

This area was made famous by artist Georgia O’Keeffe, who immortalized the colorful rock formations in her paintings.  We visited her Ghost Ranch last year.  Click here to see that special place.