June 24, 2016
Salamander Flats Campground
We met the man who is parked next to us. His name is Paul and he is a retired 2nd
grade teacher. He brought his three
grandsons up to hike in the woods. Paul
is very environmentally conscious and is training his grandsons to respect the
land God has given us. Today they took a
large cooler on their hike and picked up trash along the trail. The oldest boy is about 8 and his name is
Gavin, Owen is next and Parker is 5.
In the afternoon, Roger remembered we had a game that he
thought the boys might enjoy.
I think the game is called tether ball. There is a stand made of pvc pipe with three
colored cross bars. The tether balls are
small like a golf ball, but more flexible.
Two of the balls are connected by a cord. The players get three chances to throw the
ball onto one of the colored rods. Each
color is a different number of points, 1-3.
Whoever reaches 21 first is the winner.
All six of us played. Roger won,
Paul was second, and little Parker came in third, doing better than the rest of
us. Paul and the boys really enjoyed the
game and hated to see us put it up.
Since Roger wanted to get up early tomorrow, we packed up
the RV before going to bed. Roger also
made another fire with the last of our wood.
June 25, 2016
The alarm went off at 7:30.
We drove up to a parking lot that was at a higher elevation, hoping to
get better reception for Field Day, starting at noon. Roger talked on the radio all day while I
read a book. Though reception was very
poor, he persisted, trying his best to reach anyone who tried to contact
him.
Just before sundown, we returned to our previous campground,
though we knew our spot would be taken, be just parked in the main open area
buy several cars, whose owners were tent camping in the woods.
June 26, 2016
We got up, ate breakfast and drove down the mountain to
church. After returning the rental car,
we headed out of town. While we both
enjoyed Utah,
we were ready to move on. When we got to
Bridle Falls, Roger decided we should hike up
to where there were people sitting on a wide ledge about half way up the
falls. Somehow we made a wrong turn and
ended up on a very steep trail that was pretty rough. But we finally climbed up and met the much
easier trail. I admit, once we got to
the falls, it was really fun. The water
was ice cold when I dipped my hands into it.
With it being the weekend, there were a steady stream of families and
couples going up and down the trail.
When we returned to the base of the mountain, we found a
short path that lead to a stream and Roger took off his shoes and socks to put
his feet in the water. He said it must
be close to freezing because his feet cooled almost instantaneously. There was a small vendor selling shaved ice
“snowballs” in the parking lot. Roger
bought a huge red one. We couldn’t tell
if it was strawberry or cherry, but it surely tasted good and helped us cool
off more quickly.
On the route we were taking today, we went by Deer Creek
Lake again. It reminded me that Paul had explained the
wooden towers to us. They were not for
climbing lessons but were part of a zip line, with several stops along the
mountainside. As we passed it today I
could see the line more clearly, as it is much earlier in the day and there was
more light.
The countryside east of Salt Lake City is filled with tall mountains
that are rounded at the top with few trees.
They are covered with low growing shrubs and grasses. We stopped at Strawberry Reservoir to watch
the white pelicans. There were several
flocks at different places near the shoreline.
One thing we haven’t specifically mentioned is that Utah is a very rocky
state. There are small, medium and large
bounders throughout the countryside. In
the areas where people farm, there are often piles of rocks which appear to
have been removed from the ground before planting of crops. It must have taken a great deal of time and
energy to do the initial preparation of the fields.
The farther east we travel, the more erosion is
noticeable. The rocks are broken and
falling from the sides of the mountain.
One thing we have had a hard time adjusting to is the dust in Utah. It is so fine that it gets on and into
everything. You just can’t avoid
it. Though I hate the summer humidity at
home, I hate dust even more.
About 30 miles farther east the mountains look almost devoid
of vegetation. In actuality, they are
covered with short grasses that are light brown. They appear similar to a long line of huge
piles of dirt that goes on and on for miles on both sides of the highway. The
only green we see is irrigated fields or vegetation near a river or
stream.
Another interesting thing we have noticed, unrelated to
geology, is that many businesses in Utah
honor the Sabbath and are closed on Sunday.
It has been so long since we have seen that practice. We supposed it must be because of the Mormon
influence. I can remember it was pretty
much the norm when I was a child. Living
in Florida,
where the tourist industry is such a major part of our economy, that soon took
priority over the religious preference.
June 27, 2016
I spent this morning doing laundry, while Roger did research
on campgrounds in Colorado. After lunch we continued east. Roger noticed tire marks all over the nearby
hills. “Off-roading” seems to be a very popular sport in Utah.
We have seen lots of dirt
motorcycles and small open four wheeled vehicles, like the dune buggy’s we used
to see on the beach at home in the 1960s.
Today’s first stop was Dinosaur National Monument. Whenever I think about dinosaurs, I visualize
a cartoon character in a children’s movie.
But this site proves prehistoric creatures really existed. The park service has a tram that drives
people up the mountain to view the fossils in the Quarry Exhibit Hall. The fossils date back 149 million years
ago. That is almost incomprehensible to
me. Earl Douglas discovered the first
fossil at this location on 8-17-1909. He
was a paleontologist from Carnegie Museum in Pittsburg
Pennsylvania.
The National Park has constructed a building around the side
of the mountain, with two stories. So people
can actually see the fossils embedded into the rock. There is one display that allows you to touch
one of the large dinosaur bones. Since 1909, 400 different dinosaurs have been
collected from this area. There are
1,500 more fossil bones, from 100 different animals, and 8 different species
remaining in the rocks that are part of the Monument.
It was 4:30 p.m. when Roger finished doing his radio
contacts. Then we headed to Colorado. The grasses on the side of the road are a
soft golden color. They seem to set off
the silver and green shrubs and make them look prettier, somehow; not as harsh
or brittle. But, too soon, the landscape
became very desolate. The only manmade
sights are oil drilling stations and holding tanks. Many of the pumps are inactive (meaning they
are not pumping). There are also some
different structures which Roger thinks may be for natural gas.
Unfortunately, the highway was closed ahead and the detour
took us on a rough gravel road. We only
past 3 vehicles during the hour drive.
There were no towns or people around anywhere. So it was a little bit scary. We finally passed a mine named American
Gilsonite Company. We don’t know what gilsonite
is, so another internet search is in order.
(Later, when we had access to the
internet, we learned that gilsonite is a resin used in the oil and gas drilling
process. It is also used in asphalt and
some paints and stains. The only place
in the world where it is mined is in southeast Utah.)
We were ever so glad to finally
reach a paved road again. But it was
still another 20 minutes before we came back to the highway we had been on
previously. Oh well. We are grateful to be safe and free from any
mishaps along the way. It still took
another 20 minutes to reach the next town, Rangely, Colorado.
After about 90 miles the mountains
began to be taller and are covered with evergreen trees. There are green grasses again. And “Glory
be!” The air is getting cooler. “What a joy “. Of course, everything has a cost. The steep incline was quite a stress on the
motor home. We reached the elevation of
8250 ft and pulled over to let the engine rest and cool off. Roger had to keep a close eye on the
thermostat going down the other side of the mountain.
About half way down there was a
small herd of cattle on the road.
Fortunately, they moved aside so we could pass them. We had previously seen a sign that indicated
that cattle had free range grazing on this land. So it was not an unexpected encounter.
We noticed several areas there a
white substance seemed to leach from the rocks.
It didn’t look like salt, so Roger suggested it may be lime. Later in the day we saw a building in town that
was a lime company, so Roger was probably right. We reached our next objective, the Colorado National Monument. The ranger station was closed, so we started
our drive up the mountain. We came to a
tunnel that we were pretty sure we could get through, but the one just beyond
seemed too short for us to fit. So Roger
had to back down the mountain for several yards. We had short range radios, so I got out and
guided him to a pull off area where he had sufficient room to back around. It was disappointing. But we returned to town to a state campground
that had electricity.
We were able to take a hot shower
and I put clean sheets on the bed. So we
felt better that evening.
June 28, 2016
We spoke to a woman in the
campground office who explained that the 10 ft height referenced for the low
part of the tunnels at Colorado
National Monument was
only at the sides on the tunnel. The
center is 16 ft. high. She said we
should not have any problem getting through if we “hug the center line”. So we went back up the mountain. The park ranger on duty also assured us we
could get through the tunnels. Sure
enough we did fine. We had measured the
RV this morning and it was 11 feet tall from the ground to the top of the AC
Unit on the roof.
In the visitor’s center we read
through the displays which explained the geology of the area and the different
layers of rock. They described the
monument as “a fascinating landscape of deep canyons and soaring cliffs”.
After Roger did his transmissions,
we ate lunch then drove through the park and took pictures of the cliffs. The varied and unique formations created by
erosion were quite remarkable. When we
got out and walked among the huge rocks, you could see thousands of tiny
sparkles reflecting the sunlight. They
looked like diamonds.
There was a shear drop from the
road to the bottom of the canyon, so I was glad to be on the “inside” at least
half of the time, rather than the cliffs side all of the time. The switch backs were more intimidating than
those we have driven in the Smokey
Mountains. Here you can see the “bottom” of the
canyons. The tremendous height is very
evident, where as the Smokies are so covered with forests, it’s not nearly as
scary.
We descended the mountain into the
city of Grand Junction, Colorado.
Then we returned to the dry valleys that they called mesas. They are comprised of light brown dirt and
yellow grasses, with a few pale green shrubs.
After 50 or 60 miles we finally came to an area where trees are growing,
land is farmed and cattle are grazing.
It was such a relief to see productive land again.
We see the mountains in the
distance with snow still covering a considerable portion near the peaks. This must be the west side of the Rockies. We had
not realized the Rocky
Mountain extended this
far south. The town of Montrose is closest to our next stop, Black
Canyon of Gunnison National Park.
We have noticed a different form
of irrigation here in Colorado. There are wide PVC pipes with holes in the
side that lay along the side of the fields.
The water flows out on the ground down the tracks between the rows of
crops. Roger says this is probably more
economical because so much water is lost by evaporation with a sprinkler
system.
We have now started to drive by
mountains covered with short juniper trees.
The air is so cool that we have turned off the AC and opened the
windows. We reached 7,000ft. , then
8,000 ft. and could hardly believe we were still ascending. Pretty purple, yellow and orange wild flowers
decorate the sides of the road.
We found a campground with
electricity in Black
Canyon National
Park and settled in for the might.
June 29, 2016-06-29
This morning we went up to the visitor’s center that overlooks
Black Canyon.
Neither one of us expected to see anything different. But this canyon was very unique. We have seen so many mountains that exhibit
horizontal striations of different colors of rock. Black
Canyon has vertical
ridges, instead. It is so deep and so
sheer and narrow that very little sunlight can penetrate. It is very dark. That is why it was named t Black Canyon.
Roger spotted another new bird today. It is the violet-green swallow. There were several of them flying around the
top of the gorge near the visitor’s center.
He were very easy to identify because they flew very close to the
observation area where we were standing.
We reached 7,000 ft. then 8,000 ft. and could hardly believe
we were still ascending. Pretty purple,
yellow and orange wild flowers decorated the sides of the road. This canyon is such a great surprise. It is the narrowest we have seen so far. An information sign in the visitor’s center
explains that the structure of the canyon was created due to the steep descent
of the Guinnison River. This caused a very rapid flow of
water, hence quicker and more powerful erosion of the surrounding rock.
We left the canyon at 10:50 and turned south. I’m dreading the heat, but we can’t avoid it
forever I also hate to leave the green
trees that live on the higher elevations.
Gratefully, highway 550 begins on a plateau. The morning temperature is pleasant and trees
and fertile land border the highway. It
appears that we have received a short reprieve from the heat. It is actually a delightful drive. We have followed a pretty stream for the past
hour, then past a beautiful lake. There
are tree covered hills on both sides of the road and the snow covered Rocky Mountains can be seen in the distance. \
The elevation is 6,900 feet.
I have only just realized that we are traveling through the San Juan Mountains.
They border the Rocky Mountains on the
west side. Oh how lovely to see green
grass again! At 7,700 ft. the mountains
are awesome! We feel so small, but it is
an exhilarating feeling as well. We
arrived at Ouray, a small old mining town with businesses lining Main Street. They have a hot spring which has attracted
many tourists. The old mining community
has kept up the wooden buildings and painted them with bright colors.
After passing through town, we have now reached an elevation
of 8,700 feet and there is a spring shooting out of the side of the
mountain. We passed an old sleuth at
9,050 feet. And the temperature has
gotten cool enough to close our windows.
Some of the rocks are orange, some yellow and the rest were grey. There was a rushing stream along the side of
the road and the rocks in the stream are a dark orange. (9,500 ft.)
We wondered if the color is from copper or iron. (9,594 ft.)
We have now reached a view of the tree line, where trees can no longer
grow, 9,650ft. At 9,680 we see the peaks
are a dark orange, something we have never seen before. 9,700 ft. then 9980, and then 10,000 ft. At
10, 200 feet it starts to rain. WOW!.
What a spectacular view, even in the rain. 10,453 ft. and still climbing.
We stopped at an overlook that had three different
informational signs. One noted that
there were 20 different mines in this area in the 1800s. Silver, copper, gold, lead and zinc were
mined here, producing over 30 million dollars worth of minerals.
We were delighted to have a rest stop at 10,500 feet and
watch the rain. We actually took a nap
while letting the RV have a rest as well.
The orange rock, bright white snow and green trees are a
beautiful sight. Clouds have formed
where the cooler air and the moisture mixed.
We had a view of waterfalls at 10,900 ft. and small patches of snow
clinging to the sides of the mountain at 11,000 ft. The top of Red Mountain
Pass is 11,018 ft. A sign at this point noted that wagons
carrying gold past here in 1878.
It’s down hill from here.
The snow reminded us when Tricia was an infant we saw snow in May at Flagstaff, Arizona. Today we are seeing snow on the ground in
June. How extraordinary! The San Juan Mountains
really are beautiful. I’m so glad Roger
routed us through this wonderful mountain range.
We arrived at Silverton, an old mining town where a small
gauge railroad travels south to the city of Durango. It follows a stream that flows swiftly down
the mountain and has wild daisies decorating the shoreline. As we continued to descent the mountain we
saw remnants of an old mine on the hillside.
Roger has been very courteous to the cars following us. He pulls over to the side to let them pass,
as they are traveling faster than we are.
Hopefully, that will contribute to a more positive impression of the
motor home owners.
We found a free camping area (with no services) in a
national forest and settled in for the night.
There was a ring of rocks for a fire pit, so we both started looking for
dry wood. After collecting dead branches
for about 20 minutes, Roger started a fire.
Then we made spaghetti together and took it outside to eat beside the
peaceful flames.