Monday, 5 October 2015

3 October – Grants to Canyon de Chelly

Yeah – lots of trains last night…

Our first stop was the New Mexico Mining Museum. The museum was interesting, with the history of uranium mining in the area. Uranium was mined there from 1950s to the mid-70s. When the 3 mile island nuclear accident happened the bottom fell out of the market and mining stopped. Apparently though only one of the mining companies pulled out and all the others are sitting on their leases waiting for the market to recover enough to make it worth restarting operations. 


  After we had strolled around the museum, also seeing dinosaur bones that were recovered hundreds of feet underground during mining, we took the elevator down into a disused mine. After the mine was closed the museum building was constructed over the top.  It was a self-guided tour, with regular stations where we pushed a button to hear a narrated story about the equipment we were looking at.


We saw the trains that hauled the ore along the tunnels, the various drilling rigs and loading buckets, the vertical shafts that provided the enormous amount of ventilation required to counteract the radiation, the lunch room and machinery shop. It was so interesting to see the mine, preserved as if the crews had simply gone off the job and could walk back in any minute and start work again.


We drove out of Grants along The Ancient Way, heading west towards Arizona and our first stop was Bandera Volcano and Ice Cave. We did two self-guided walks, one to the edge of the Bandera crater and the other to the Ice Cave. The volcano is a cinder cone, and the eruptions in the area ceased about 10,000 years ago. The lava flow is very evident as fields of tumbled black pumice stone with very little vegetation and the cone itself is made almost entirely of small pumice stones. 


The track is well maintained, but we still had to be careful to stay well clear of the edges as once you got sliding on the slopes you wouldn’t stop! The crater was very steep and about 800 feet down. It is gradually filling in with erosion and rock slides.



The Ice Cave was interesting too. It is in a collapsed lava tube and the bottom of the cave is 20 feet thick with ice. The ice formed about 3400 years ago and the temperature in the cave is slightly below freezing all year round, so the ice continues to build up. Up until the 1940’s the ice was harvested, but is now naturally growing deeper again. We have seen an ice cave before, also in a collapsed lava tube, but that one was formed by the action of air being sucked through the cave and causing the freezing temperatures, whereas this one the cave mouth is open to the outside air and it is just a deep pocket of cold air that keeps the ice forming. The Pueblo people of the area called it the Winter Lake. It looks pretty unappealing now because of algae in the ice. 


Our next stop on the trip was El Morro – the Headland. The rocks jut out of the surrounding plains as a marker to the travellers over the ages. At the base of El Morro is a naturally occurring pool of water, which is the only water for 30 miles in every direction, so it was a natural campsite for the many travellers. As they rested, they carved their names in to the sandstone, so it became known as Inscription Rock. The earliest carvings are from the native people – petroglyphs of the local animals. 


In 1605, the first Governor of New Mexico, Don Juan de Onate, left a dated inscription on the rock, but it was not his first visit – he had passed their in 1598. The last Spanish inscription is dated 1774.



In 1848 a treaty ceded vast parts of Mexico to the United States, paving the way for the American travellers, who began to add their inscriptions from then on. In the 1930s the decision was made to erase any inscriptions dated after 1906, as they no longer represented the enormous challenges of travelling to El Morro and were considered simply graffiti.


Leaving El Morro, we continued west into Arizona, then turned north for a long drive to Canyon de Chelly. We drove along a mesa top for quite a distance with amazing valley views. We found out when we arrived that the valley is called Beautiful Valley. We concur.

We arrived late and checked into the State Park for 2 nights. 

Friday, 2 October 2015

2 October – Durango to Grants

We left Durango on the Trail of the Ancients, heading south again into New Mexico. As we left the Rockies, we headed down into the deserts of the South West. It was very windy, and the gusts sent tumbleweeds racing across the highway and blew clouds of sandy red dust up.


We drove for most of the day through the Navajo Nation, and passing through Shiprock there was a state fair of some sort setting up. Lots of tents, roadside food vans and stalls and of course, the carnival rides under construction. As we drove out of town there was a large contingent of horse riders (maybe 50) cantering along the roadside with the lead rider carrying a big American Flag. The horses were typical wild west, buckskins, appaloosas, paints and the occasional solid coloured chestnut or bay.

We were slowed down considerably by road works. The sign said that the construction was to cost over $7M.



We saw a roadside chain gang – minus the chains, but wearing ridiculous looking bright orange and white striped jumpsuits.


At Gallup we turned onto Route 66 heading toward Albuquerque. We crossed the continental divide and followed the train lines into Grant. The trains out here are really loooooonnnngggg. We have a nice-ish RV Park, but sadly it’s smack between the highway and the train lines…

Thursday, 1 October 2015

1 October - Durango

We dropped the RV in to have the brakes looked at and then took the scooter back into town to while away the time. They apparently needed it for the whole day as the brakes front and back needed complete overhauling.  We amused ourselves by looking in various shops, took a scenic drive around the local college and had sushi for lunch. Afterwards we found a winery cellar door along the main street and partook of a tasting… or two…or three.  They also produced fruit wines that were quite nice.

We sat at the Diamond Belle, a saloon bar in the Strater Hotel. Its very wild west, with the waitresses dressed up in old time saloon gal outfits.  Noticed a few cowboys/farm-folk in their nicest gear, gallon hats an all. There is a big cowboy muster here in Durango in a couple of days.



After finding out that the RV wouldn’t be ready until 6 we had a bit more sushi for dinner then went out to pick up the ole girl and head back to camp. On arriving back we noticed an A class (Big bus) RV with a TV on the outside. It has a lift up flap and the people were sitting around in deck chairs outside watching something. 

30 September - Durango

The RV had been shuddering badly under brakes, so our first order of business was to find someone to take a look at her. Luckily we found a place that could book her in first thing in the morning, which necessitates an extra night in Durango. All organised, we set out on the scooter for the historic town centre.

We parked up in the main street and spent the morning checking out the shops, historic buildings and hotels. Its nearly Halloween and the town is getting dressed up.



We did a beer tasting at one of the local brew pubs – we tried a stout, a pale ale, a citrusy ale and a raspberry ale. The raspberry one was interesting, smelled like raspberries but tasted like beer.



We stopped in a Durango juice bar for a lunchtime smoothie. Ros had a berry bliss and Steve had a peanut chocolate smoothie. Very yummy and all healthy! To counteract the caramel apple we shared for morning tea.


Colorado is the only state in the US where recreational weed is legal and there are shops selling it everywhere. Out of curiosity we stuck our heads into a shop selling smoking apparatus and the guy behind the counter was so chilled that he was barely coherent. He waved us on our way after trying to hand Steve a business card and dropping the whole pile on the floor. He shrugged, and left them there. The ornate styles of smoking apparatus was beyond belief.

When we got back to the scooter, we had a warning from the parking inspectors stuck on the scooter.  Seems that you can’t park your scooter, even if it fits, into a bicycle rack…. Who knew?

To avoid getting an actual ticket, we moved the scooter to 3rd street, a tree lined street that was quite pretty with lovely houses and quite a few churches.  Many of the house owners had made fairy entrance on trees on the nature strip, little doors and windows at the bases of the trees. Quite cute!

After that we went back to the van and had a snack for dinner and called it a day.

Tuesday, 29 September 2015

29 September – Colorado Springs to Durango

On the way out of Colorado Springs we passed the Olympic Training Centre “Where Team USA Trains”. They do tours, but we were wanting to get on the road as it’s a long drive to Durango. We saw big snow barriers along the highway, a reminder of just how cold it gets here.



We headed south on one of the big interstate highways before turning east towards the Rockies.
We followed the Silver Thread Scenic Byway and Historic Trail to Durango. As we climbed the mountains the road got steep and twisty, through tunnels and along canyons. We saw a helicopter bringing logs in dangling from a long cable and dropping them neatly onto a pile. Pretty amazing how quick and accurate the pilot was.

The mountains were lovely, with the bright yellow of the aspens contrasting with the green conifer trees.




Into Durango and an RV Park right next to the Durango – Silverton rail line. It’s our third stay here, it’s been a stopping point on a couple of earlier trips too. The 5 o'clock train was passing as we were getting settled.




Monday, 28 September 2015

28 September – Colorado Springs

After having an RV maintenance man do some plumbing work, we headed out to Manitou Springs and the Pikes Peak Cog Railway.

In the late 1880's, one of the tourists who visited the Pikes Peak Region was Zalmon Simmons. Mr. Simmons rode to the summit of Pike's Peak on a mule as in those days, the arduous, two day trip on a mule was the only way to reach the top. Mr. Simmons was awed by the scenery and determined that the views should be experienced in a more civilized and comfortable manner so in 1889, he founded the Manitou and Pikes Peak Railway Company.



The round trip takes over 3 hours – over an hour in each direction with 30 mins at the top to look around and take pics. The reason for the short stay at the summit is that most people get altitude sickness after half an hour. Steve was fine, but Ros succumbed to dizzy spells and light headedness and had to sit down in the visitor centre. The summit of Pikes Peak is 14115 feet (a long way up!)


The trip is spectacular, with spruce trees, ponderosa pines and aspen groves lining the track. The aspen are in full autumn colours at the moment and are bright yellow against the deep green of the conifers. Parts of the track are a 25% grade, so it’s a very steep climb!




Once we were above the tree line the views were incredible!  To the east are the Great Plains out beyond the border of Colorado and Kansas. To the south, the Sangre de Cristo (Blood of Christ) Range stretches south to New Mexico.




After we returned to Colorado Springs, we fired up the scooter again and rode to the Garden of the Gods.


The park is filled with ancient sedimentary beds of deep-red, pink and white sandstones, conglomerates and limestones that were laid down horizontally, but have now been tilted vertically and faulted into "fins" by the uplift of the Rocky Mountains




We took a trail that wound its way around and amongst the most stunning of the rocks, and took lots of photos. Sadly the sky was overcast so we didn’t get the true colours showing in the pics, the way we would have if the sun was on the rocks.



27 September - Trinidad to Colorado Springs

An uneventful trip to Colorado Springs. The plains are big and flat with frequent wind farms and solar arrays. 


We checked in to the Garden of the Gods RV Park and after dinner we went for a walk along a great paved trail that followed the river upstream. As it got dark, we saw deer on the trail – they seemed quite unafraid of people and only scooted off when we got really close.