Finis

Saturday, September 6, at about 3 pm we backed the Matilda into here space at Fohl Street Storage. a tad less than 10,000 miles driving on this trip (truck miles, less for the trailer). We saw what we had set out to see and then some. The Sangre de Christo Mountains of New Mexico were as we remembered them and are probably in the top five of places to settle with no regrets. The Black Hills of South Dakota may be another spot but a long way from the mecca of internal combustion engines in the Deadwood-Sturgis-Spearfish triangle.

The five day drive home was not too bad. Side winds through South Dakota, Iowa, and Illinois, were a bit of a fight and made for terrible MPG. If nothing else, Sophie the cat is happy to see me back in my rocking chair where she finds a lap. She is, we are sure, happy not to be in the truck.

So ends another expedition and this blog. Sometime before Christmas I may be at it again. Check it out. I will be noting temperatures in the sunny south to help those in the snow feel better.

Leave only your shadow

 To the right is Roughneck Falls. It is one of a series on a section of route 14A, designated a Black Hill Scenic drive from just south of Lead to Spearfish. There is a "lodge" and some rental cabins along the route but by Black Hills standards it has avoided commercialization. It is National Forest. The BHs are a mixed bag of vacation amusements and natural environment. If you want the bison stay south of Mount Rushmore. If you want playland stay to the north. The Sturgis Motorcycle Pilgrimage in early August is well known but as reported earlier Cool Nites Deadwood (50s and 60s cars and hot rods) is the weekend before Labor Day and then LD weekend is the Sturgis Mustang Rally. Fords not horseys. Actually, the motorcycles never leave but probably are outnumbered by ATVs. The powers that be seem to have done a fairly good job at balancing interests. You can take the path less traveled on foot and find places that you do not have to share with internal combustion. Still, I wonder about the pressures for commercial development despite quite a lot of businesses for sale. (Sign of the economic times?) In the movie The Big Sky, Uncle Zeb (Arthur Hunnicutt) talks about the White Man's Disease, "GRAB." First they grab from the Indians and then they grab from each other.

Another visit to Custer State Park

I did not get to a blog entry yesterday before the campground wifi service disappeared. We were in Custer State Park again and after driving through the bison herd (I have more than enough photos) we found a small band of pronghorns. I have a lot of photos of pronghorn also but this fellow was in his prime. His coloring was bright and distinctive and he looked in perfect health.

Throughout this trip the wildflowers have been a treat. Even in the desert areas they were in bloom. This one seemed to be at the end of its season. Goldenrod, thistle, and black-eyed susan are still strong here in the Black Hills where it seems unnaturally green as autumn approaches.

1880 TRAIN

The 1880 Train runs on a former spur line between Hill City and Keystone, South Dakota. The locomotive is interesting and unique but not dramatic. The ride (one way) is relatively slow and takes an hour or so to cover less than 10 miles. The narration is mildly interesting but intrusive and the use of the term "choo-choo" is offensive. Yet, we have ridden a number of excursion trains and the Black Hills scenery is probably the best of all. (Truth is the ride along the Oregon coast was not bad.)


For the sake of those who notice such things, this was yesterday's activity. Today was laundry day. I did not see a real need for photographs.

A day at Custer State Park in the Black Hills of South Dakota, any questions?

CCC example

This is the visitor center at Custer State Park in South Dakota. It was built by the young men of the Civilian Conservation Corps in the 1930s.

Civilian Conservation Corps

 Upstairs in the visitor information center in Hill City, South Dakota is the Civilian Conservation Corps Museum for the Black Hills. I have noticed some items in National Park Service gift shops related to the CCC. Perhaps a day late as the young men who served in this depression era program still living are few. If you visit national parks, forests, or similar Federal government areas you may well see the efforts of the CCC.

The father of a good friend served in the CCC and the rumor was that this was the reason he could not do carpentry with any wood smaller than a 2X4. These young men built their own camps and then went to clear woods, build bridges, dams, as well as other things. The picturesque stone bridges on park roads may well be a legacy of the CCC.

The organization was quasi-military. Work parties were led by junior military officers to give them command experience they would not get in a small peacetime army. The young men got a job at a time when there was no work. The pay was a dollar a day
and almost all of that was sent to their families to help out in the hard times. The worker got three meals and a "flop" (place to sleep). Camps also had recreation halls and educational programs were provided. An enlistment was for six months and if the experience/training did not provide an opportunity in the outside world, you could reenlist for another six months.

Please be patient.

After being dragged across the coals, demeaned, threatened, and otherwise criticized (all by one person), for not blogging I thought I would offer a feeble excuse. We went to Riverton, Wyoming for 8 days on family (Denise's) business and if you knew Riverton you would understand why there was no reason to photograph or write.

We arrived in the Black Hills of South Dakota yesterday and are now in the trailer hiding from a repetition of downpours. The campground is just south of Deadwood where this weekend is Cool Nites Deadwood. It is a 50s-60s thing with zillions of restored automobiles and bands playing rock music that has no hope of being restored. The area just got rid of the motorcycles and they attracted cars. This is one of the most beautiful NATURAL areas of the country and they bring in noisy, smelly, polluting machines. Isn't our truck enough? They should have stopped after defacing a perfectly good mountain with carved heads of presidents.

Anyway, check back as I can promise there will be pictures of bison (better than cats on Facebook) and more than likely the 1880 Train. With luck maybe something a tad more rare.

The Eagle has Landed, or maybe just about ready to take off.

Just north of Kremmling, Colorado, is a reservoir lake part of the Wolford Mountain Project. We were pleasantly surprised to find a nest of Osprey. The birds were less than pleasantly surprised. Daddy raised the alarm, or maybe a warning to us, the moment we got out of the truck. As I tried to find a better sun angle he glided toward us but veered off and found a nearby utility pole. I think that these birds might have been introduced, as our bird book suggest they would be very rare in this part of the country.

 

 

Packer Saloon (Give or take a lie or two)

Yesterday I made reference to the Packer Restaurant. As you can see in the photo I misspoke. If you look closely you will see an icon on the sign, yes, a football player. The Packer they are referring to is a Green Bay CHEESEHEAD! They do however have the Cannibal Grill so the relationship to Alferd (you will also see it as Alfred) is not ignored. What is also to be noted is that you will see an overwhelming number of signs, even nearby in town (Lake City),warning you that this is BEAR COUNTRY! Apparently the stupid cheeseheads are disregarding the warning. So, "BEAR DOWN CHICAGO BEARS....'

Lake City, Colorado

The RV park is at 9300 feet and I am able to walk the 100 yards or so to get the two mountain photos on the right. The sheep we had to drive about 5 miles on something laughably called a road. We will be here until Sunday and then move farther, or is that further (?) north. The wifi here is not very convenient so I do not know if I will post very often. The area is so stunning you almost have to say a lot or nothing. Lake City does have the Alferd Packer Restaurant. For those who don't know about Al, do a web search.

 

Fort Union

Sorry for the lack of posting but the wifi is less than great at our current location. We are back in the Taos, New Mexico area. Having seen most of the local sites/sights we ventured east to the remains of Fort Union. It was the main US Army post in the southwest. The first fort, pre Civil War, was built to protect a section of the Santa Fe Trail. It lasted only a short time and the next fort was an earthen "star" shaped fort constructed not only to guard the trail but to block invading Confederates marching north from Texas. It was never tested and was replaced by a large complex, a small part of which is in the photos to the right. The complex included the military post and a quartermaster's depot that received and transshipped supplies for the military posts throughout the southwest. The Park does a very good job at interpreting the scale of the operation. By the standards of the west in the second half of the 19th-century this was a small city.

 

OK, it is the south end of a pronghorn facing north but if you have ever been near one of these beasts you will realize this is the normal view.

Aztec Ruins and arches

Aztec Ruins is a NPS site in Aztec, New Mexico. It has nothing to do with the ancient Aztec Culture. It is a complex community in terms of the architecture, c.1200 AD. The first two photos are the exterior and interior of one of the Kivas. Earl Morris the archaeologist who did the first excavations in the early 20th century reconstructed the Kiva in the late 1930s. It does have the look of a WPA project of that time but it is interesting.

 

 One of the attractions according to the town of Aztec is quite a few natural rock arches. Thanks to the natural gas industry which has cut road everywhere to access their wells which outnumber people in NW New Mexico, the arches can be viewed. Following brochure directions, on unmarked washboard roads you drive 6.2 miles, turn right on the road you find(wheel ruts) drive 3.45 miles turn at the gas well, drive 600 yards, park and hike 17 miles northeast. OK, I exaggerate but do watch out for trucks off side roads that do not bother looking.



Finally, back at Aztec ruins is Sammy the guard squirrel. He took a break from chasing the love of his life to have his photo taken.

THE GRAND CANYON

Robin William's does a bit where he portrays a Russian comparing US culture with Russian. He says the US culture can be summed up in one word, "WOW!" This describes The Grand Canyon. If WOW is your thing, you have to visit. It was very hazy on July 25 so photography was less than good. This is one corner of a larger corner of the place.

Like Brice, I found this just too much. A visit of a few hours may not be enough time to establish an understanding, of course it is not. The size and complexity would, I believe, cause Mr. Spock to ask Captain Kirk for additional time for analysis.

Old Paria

About 30 miles east of Kanab, Utah, is the turn for Paria (spelled a bunch of different ways). There were two towns a few miles apart. One was a farming and mining community and the other was a movie set that say Clint's, The Outlaw Josey Wales and Sergeants Three, a rip-off of Gunga Din set in the west starring the "Rat Pack." The town has gone back to nature and the movie set was burned by arsonists. In the top photo you can see the road, the good part, the center photo the area of the movie set. The lower photo is a section of the multi-colored strata that you see in most of the canyon.

I had an email discussion with a friend who is very familiar with the parks in this area and we had very different opinions about Brice. He and his family love the park. I did not. I had a much different feeling about Paria Canyon, it is part of the Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument. Why? Denise immediately said, "less people." Yeah, we were the only ones in Paria, whereas half of Europe was in Brice. This led me to another thought. Brice with its columns and other formations, the things my friend loved, fable like fairyland and lunar landscape, was just too much, geographically busy and unreal. The rough but, by comparison, plain land was comfortable. Perhaps the comfort was from recognizing the places where the west was won, on the movie and TV screen

BRICE

If I am not mistaken this is Robert Redford's favorite. OK. It seems to be a place with a lot of water damage. The photo above was taken from Inspiration Point. OK. I do regret that I cannot find the best technique for photographing vistas. Evenings or sunrise would probably be much better.

The lower photo is Red Canyon which is on the road just west of the entrance to Brice. It is like a preview of coming attractions.

ZION

I have heard the praises of Yosemite N.P. as the grandest of all. It makes me wonder if I can handle it? Maybe Zion N.P. doesn't measure up but it ain't half-bad. We do not hike the back trails but the short walks or just scenic drives are enough to make you think. Think about what? It is up to you.

 

We never saw a big-horn sheep at Glacier N.P. last year. We had hardly passed through the east gate and young fellows like the one pictured stopped up on the road. They are not native to Zion but seem to have adapted.

This flower is common to the park. This particular example was on the trail to Weeping Rock. It produced many comments as people walked by. Surrounded by overpowering rock formations something so simple caught the eye. Humans are really weird.

Pipe Springs

I had never heard of Pipe Springs. In my focus on the great questions concerning human history, this little fortified farm escaped notice. Yet, if the subject is the establishment of the Mormon community in Utah it does have importance. The structure in the top photo has solid perimeter walls, pierced only by gun slits. The two buildings are each two-story with living quarters and kitchen/food processing area. Aside from range cattle (below) it had a sizable dairy herd that supplied a butter and cheese making operation. These products were for the growing town of St. George, Utah, a 3 day wagon trip.



The building was constructed over Pipe Spring to insure a water supply if attacked. Apparently, the end of polygamy was a condition for Utah statehood and isolated stations such as this were a convenient hide-a-way for less than cooperative Saints. Our guide, a Native American, also pointed out that there was much evidence of early settlement, as early as 500 BC. He said this was not legend but the opinion of archaeologists. Well, we know how reliable those types are.

 

A side note: The explorer, John Wesley Powell, spent time at Pipe Springs and while there confirmed that it was in the Arizona Territory not Utah. Perhaps, there were tax implications.

The news, although somewhat dated.

These are not great photos but the site is rather unique so I felt it might be of interest. This is Newspaper Rock. It is very close to the entrance to The Needles section of Canyonlands. The story is that for 2000 years graffiti artists have contributed to the natural canvas. If you look at the upper left corner, just a bit east of directly north you will see the contribution of some mental midget who wrote his name and date.

 

No one has deciphered the mess. One fellow said he had the answer but he conveniently died before he told anyone. I am a tad sceptical of the whole thing but what the . . . The lower photo is to show the size of the thing. I figured the fellow standing there would provide scale. He had been photographing and providing warning glances at anyone who might walk in front of him. Then he became glued to that spot while other wanted to photograph. Unfortunately, all the rest of us had neglect to bring our 12-gauge people filter. I report, you decide.

 

 

The photos to the right are just a couple of snaps to show the "common" landscape along the road. You mutter, "OK, enough already," and then in another mile it is, "Good grief, do you believe it?"

Now, for something completely different

Within the murky secret world of train enthusiasts there are icons to which you must pay homage. In the category of excursion railroads the narrow-gauge Durango and Silverton is one of those icons if not THE Icon. As the train winds its may through the mountains toward the old mining town of Silverton, Colorado, your intrepid (for lack of a better word) adventurers drove over two mountain passes, both in excess of 10,000 feet, to greet the first of three trains. It left Durango at 8 am and we left at 9. We had time to visit the souvenir stores and have an early lunch in Silverton before the train arrived at 11:30.

 

The noise of the locomotive and smell of coal smoke brought back memories of my childhood. The great Iron Horse whose power was obvious, pulling a line of coaches which would take you on another adventure. What Joy! My father who worked on the railroad for more than 40 years would add to the experience when he said, "Nasty. smelly things."

 

I did not want to be too one-sided in this blog entry and neglect other modes of western travel. I have no idea where the stagecoach came from or was going to but having had a brief experience with harnessing and caring for work horses I figured it was fair to include this photo out of respect.