I seem to be drawn to Arizona. Yet again this year I stayed longer than I planned. I was in Tucson until April 30 when I headed to the Grand Canyon and Monument Valley with an overnight stay in Rock Springs, Arizona. I’m caravanning with my friend, Malia (Malia’s Miles blog).
Our first stop was the Rock Springs Café. We found a great boondocking spot in their event parking lot north of the restaurant. Rock Springs Café is known for their delicious pies. It was Malia’s birthday and she got a free piece of pie and free beer! It was a small oasis in the desert and a great place to spend the night. Rock Springs was half way to the Grand Canyon.
The next morning we left for the Grand Canyon and found a beautiful boondocking spot on forest road 688 just 10 minutes south of the south entrance to the Grand Canyon. We settled in for the evening and were very excited to visit the Grand Canyon (south rim) the next day.
I woke up the next morning about 5:30 and looked out the window and much to my shock and excitement there was four inches of snow covering everything! You know I’ve been gone from Michigan a long time when I get excited about snow. The snow stuck to everything except the road. It was a very foggy day, which helped keep the snow around for a while and it was completely gone within 12 hours.
Even though it was pretty cold (45 degrees) we decided to head to the Grand Canyon wondering if we’d see a layer of snow in the canyon. We were very surprised to see the canyon totally covered by fog. Both of us had seen the canyon before and knew what to expect. When we couldn’t see anything we both burst out laughing. I felt sorry for those there just for the day. We knew we were returning the next day so weren’t upset at all. So plan B…we went to the IMAX theatre and watched the Grand Canyon movie. It had been a very interesting day with a couple surprises. I do like days like that!
The next day was perfect weather and we hiked the Bright Angel trail for a couple miles. We stopped into the lodge for a cocktail and snack before heading back to camp.
Then it was off to Monument Valley, a bucket list item for me. I was not disappointed! We stayed at Goulding’s RV Resort nestled among the red rocks. Goulding’s Resort started years ago to support the movie industry in the area. They have a small movie museum that is worth a visit.
The Monument Valley in part of the Navajo Reservation. You can take guided tours of the area, but we chose to take our own car and drive the Valley Road. That let us get down and among the mesas, buttes and spires. The weather was perfect. There are stops along the road with Navajo vendors for art, rugs and jewelry. Of course, we had to stimulate the economy and purchased a few beautiful items.
Our time in Monument Valley was short and very impressive. I’m so happy that I finally made it there.
Our next stop is Durango, Colorado where I will spend a month exploring the area.
I keep returning to a boondocking area just 17 miles west of Yuma, technically in Winterhaven, California. The BLM area is near the Ogilby exit off Interstate 8 on Sidewinder Road. This was my fourth time camping on Sidewinder. Sometimes alone and sometimes with friends. Ralph, Mick and Deb were with me as we killed time before heading up to Quartzsite to meet up with other friends and attend the big RV rally. Deb and I visited the Imperial Sand Dunes and took a few photos. I LOVE sand dunes. I don’t know why…I just do.
Imperial Sand Dunes
Imperial Sand Dunes
Deb and me
Old Plank Road
My nephew and his family, Kevin, Mariya, Mason and Kyle, came to visit and roast weenies.
When we arrived in Quartzsite we found a fairly flat area in the Dome Rock section about five miles west of Quartzsite. I like to camp here because it is elevated and has great views of the Quartzsite lights at night. You can see the sunrise and sunset right from this location and it is much quieter than camping in Quartzsite.
Eventually there were five rigs: Deb and Mick, Cheryl and Jesse, John and Bill, Ralph and I, and one of my bookies, Lynn, who was on her maiden voyage with her new rig. John brought a LOT of firewood and we had a campfire every night and even some mornings. We all spent money at the RV Big Tent, went to the Desert Bar, looked for unique rocks and had a great time with wonderful friends.
The frosting on the cake was the Blue Moon/Red Moon and total lunar eclipse. We got up at 5 am to catch the eclipse and also had a campfire and watched the sunrise. What a unique experience! Deb took some wonderful pictures.
We stayed two weeks and it went so quickly. Ralph hitched a ride back to Sacramento with Cheryl and Jesse, while Lynn and I headed to Martinez Lake to join a few of the Escapee’s Solos for the week.
Martinez Lake is about 10 miles north of Yuma on the Colorado River. Being near water in Southern Arizona is a rare treat. Several Escapee Solos were also camped there, so we had a built-in social group. Lynn did some work on her rig and Fred and I just hung out and visited.
I had visitors every evening right after dusk. Fred just watched them through the window. I doubt he’d ever seen anything like this before.
I also crowned another Road Queen; my friend Lynn.
I was just getting ready to head to Tucson and spend a couple weeks with my friend Malia (Malia’s Miles blog) when I came down with the Shingles! UGHHHHHH! What a nightmare! First I had a lot of pain that I couldn’t explain and then the blisters broke out. That’s when I realized what was happening. I went to a walk-in clinic and started the anti-viral meds, which worked to stop the virus in its tracks. However, what was already there was bad enough. As of the date of writing this, I’ve had shingles for seven weeks. The blisters are gone, but, I still have a lot of nerve pain. I sure hope it goes away soon!
Instead of heading to Tucson, I went to my nephew Kevin’s house and parked in front of his house for another week. I stayed until I felt like I could handle the 240-mile drive to Tucson. Kevin and Mariya took good care of me and I had a chance to spend more time with the little ones. Baby Kyle is one year old already.
While in Yuma I took Fred to the vet for vaccinations, where they discovered that Fred needed a couple of teeth surgically removed. Little did I know that this would be the beginning of the end for our little buddy, Freddy the Freeloader.
My original plan was to spend two weeks in Tucson with my friend Malia and then fly out of Phoenix to Florida to visit family. However, after making the drive to Tucson it was clear that I was in no condition to travel to Florida, so I canceled my trip. On top of feeling terrible, Fred was going to need surgery for his teeth. Ralph decided to fly to Tucson to help Fred and me. I was soooo grateful. I had no idea what lie ahead for Fred.
We found a vet in Tucson and went in to have the pre-surgery blood tests complete. This would tell us if Fred was healthy enough to survive the surgery. When the vet opened the door he said, “I don’t have good news for you.”, my heart sank. He informed us that Fred’s kidneys were failing and he could not perform the surgery. He advised us to administer sub-cutaneous fluids for 14 days and return for another blood test. Maybe this time he would be healthy enough to survive the surgery. After a few days of the fluids, Fred was a new cat! He wasn’t sleeping the entire day, was very playful and wanted to go outside all the time. I was so hopeful.
When Ralph and Fred met up with me in Oregon, I noticed how much weight Fred had lost. He was also drinking much more water and peeing a lot. After Ralph left at the end of January, it was just Fred and me. I could tell he just wasn’t himself. He was hiding in the back of the rig, sleeping all the time and even vomited. I now believe that his body was full of toxins because his kidneys were not working and he was close to death.
The vet told us that 65% of old cats die from kidney failure. It was a surprise to us that Fred was an “old cat”. Since he adopted us, we didn’t know how old he was. We thought 7-8 years old. The vet told us he was 11-12. We lost 5 years with Fred overnight! We also learned there is nothing that can be done to reverse or even stop the kidney failure. Fred only had about 6 months to live and that’s if I gave him the sub-q fluids every day. Ralph was leaving for Oregon to continue his house hunt and there was no way I could handle that by myself. I couldn’t watch Fred die over the next six months, so we had to let our little Freddy go. It broke our hearts and I cried for two days straight. I cry every time I see his ghost in the spots where he always slept and on the back of the dinette next to the frig where he would perch and wait to be fed. I miss his little face when he woke me up in the morning by touching his cold nose to my nose.
Fred was a wonderful travelling buddy and a friendly, adaptable cat that everyone loved. Ralph said that Fred changed his mind about cats. I miss him so much.
After losing Fred we had to do something different.
Our friends Mick and Deb we were at the Escapees Park in Benson so we decided to join them for a week. It was only 51 miles and I knew Ralph would enjoy having someone to play with because all I was doing was lying around hurting and grieving. The Escapees Park in Benson is a great park. The sites are huge, the people are friendly and there are many activities. They even have a workshop with equipment for the men. Ralph was a hit with the ping-pong guys and shot pool in a couple of tournaments. Deb and I went to a beading class. Ralph and I even did some sightseeing and drove to Tombstone, Sierra Vista and Bisbee one day. It was nice to finally get out and do something.
Then it was time for Ralph to fly home. We drove back to Tucson and I parked at the Diamond J RV Park. I was finally going to get to spend a couple weeks with Malia.
As of this writing, I’m still in Tucson and at some point I’ll head to Deming, New Mexico and begin my tour of the Land of Enchantment. I have Johnson relatives in Albuquerque and I am looking forward to spending some time with them.
Continuing south on Interstate 5 from Medford, it was back to California. I had come full circle! The first stop was in Redding and a stay at the Redding Elk’s Lodge located on the Sacramento River. It was still Fall and Redding was putting on a very colorful show.
From Redding, it was only a three-hour drive to Sacramento. Ralph is still with me and we were lucky enough to stay at my book club friend’s ranchette in Wilton. This gave me a chance to take care of some health appointments, get my hair done, and go up to Saint Helena to celebrate Thanksgiving with friends. The friends that hosted Thanksgiving were in the Santa Rosa fire area. It’s a miracle their home and animals survived the fire when everything around them was destroyed. There was plenty to be thankful for on Thanksgiving.
While in Wilton I was able to get together with my bookies (book club girls), whom I hadn’t seen in nearly a year. It was actually great to be back in Sacramento and see friends.
Soon it was time to leave the Sacramento area and drive the three hours to Monterey. Again, I stayed at the Monterey Elk’s Lodge. This was a great location from which to explore the area and go to the Monterey Bay aquarium. As luck would have it, friends Mick and Deb, who are also full timing, were in the area and we were able to spend some quality time together. We attended the boat parade and the Monterey Bay aquarium. I hadn’t been to the aquarium since my stepdaughter, Stephanie,
was about 12 years old. That was many years ago. I loved it then and I love it now. It is truly a remarkable aquarium. After visiting the aquarium, we had a delicious dinner on the wharf. This short video is the aquarium in motion.
Next stop was Pismo Beach and this time the Elk’s lodge was within walking distance to the beach. I’ve always loved the central coast and was happy to be exploring the area. I visited a loofa farm, downtown San Luis Obispo, and of course, spent time on the beach.
Did you know that loofas grow on plants? I did not. That is until I took a tour of the loofa farm! A loofa starts out as a gourd. What we recognize as a loofa is actually the inside of the dried gourd.
While in Pismo Beach the smoke from the fires in Los Angeles intruded. I certainly had my share of smoke in the Summer and Fall. First in Montana, then Idaho, then California.
Have you ever visited the gum wall in SLO? I have! Yuck!
After Pismo Beach we headed to Desert Hot Springs for a week at Sam’s Family Spa. We took full advantage of the hot water spa. I drove into Palm Springs a few times to check it out. We also took a short hike that led to an overlook of Palm Springs and right beneath Bob Hope’s house.
After our week in Desert Hot Springs we drove further south to Borrego Springs where we would spend Christmas and New Year’s boondocking in the desert with our friends Mick and Deb. We visited Borrego Springs a few years ago and it was nice to return to the area. This time I did a little more exploring, hiking, and discovering desert art.
We stayed in Borrego springs until it was time to head to Quartzsite, Arizona for the big RV rally. Several friends from Sacramento met us in Quartzsite. Stay tuned…
I know it’s been awhile since my last post. I’ve been very busy, but I’ll try to catch up.
It took two hours to drive to the Vancouver/Portland area and the Elks Lodge. The lodge is located right next to I205 and it was like sleeping on the side of the freeway. It was the most noise I’ve experienced to date. I chose this Elks Lodge because it was close to my friend’s house.
It was almost a near miss with my friend and fellow Michigander, Debbie, however, it did work out that we could spend the week together.
We attended the Pompeii Exhibit, a Humane Society fundraiser and took in a movie. It was great to spend girlfriend time with a dear friend that I don’t get to see very often.
The Pompeii exhibit was so interesting. I knew that Pompeii was destroyed by a volcano eruption, but that was about it. Here’s what I learned.
In 79 AD Pompeii was a commercial port and strategic military and trading city. Forgotten after Mt Vesuvius erupted, the city was rediscovered about 250 years ago. The exhibit features around 200 artifacts including frescoes, mosaics and precious items belonging to the citizens of Pompeii. The items were well preserved under the volcanic ash. It was humbling to see ash body forms left behind as the volcano instantly covered everything in its path. Check out some of the photos.
I also visited the Pendleton Factory and took the tour. I was a Clothing and Textiles major at Cass Tech so I found this extremely interesting.
Deb was off to Japan and I moved down I5 to the Escapees park in Sutherlin to wait for Ralph to drive up from Sacramento. He sold his house and wants to buy a house in the Roseburg, Grants Pass or Medford area. It was a nice, quiet two weeks in Sutherlin enjoying the area and the brilliant fall colors. I got a daily visit by jack rabbits and turkeys.
While in Sutherlin I drove to the coast and visited Winchester and the Oregon Dunes State Park. I had been to both when we toured the Oregon Coast three years ago. It was a clear, sunny, warm day and I always love it when I have a chance to spend time by the ocean.
I drove north about 60 miles to Eugene for the Saturday Market. Eugene is a collage town with a great vibe. Hills and many trees with brilliant falls colors surrounded Eugene. I also visited the Cascades Raptor Center, a nature center and raptor rehabilitation center. The center is definitely worth a visit!
Once Ralph arrived, we looked around the Roseburg area. Roseburg is a small town on I5 surrounded by hills, rivers and farmland. The Melrose wine region has surprisingly good wine. And there are many covered bridges in southern Oregon.
Ralph didn’t find a house on this trip so we headed further south on I5 to the Rouge River State Park. It was the perfect spot from which to check out Grant’s Pass, Eagle Point and Medford and the house search continued.
Ralph and I have friends that moved to the Medford area. I was able to see two long-time friends Mary Joe and Alana, both Bay Area women I met when I first moved to California in 1979. Love spending time with my girls!
Since Ralph didn’t find a house, I invited Ralph to join me as I moved my way south through California.
The Olympic Peninsula was my next destination. I have friends in Seattle and Tacoma so I chose the Elks Lodge in Shelton, Washington as my home for a week. Shelton is a small town northwest of Olympia and driving distance to Tacoma. In addition, with an hour drive to Bremerton, I could take the ferry to Seattle.
My first outing was to Olympia, the capital of Washington. Olympia is located in the South Puget Sound area. It was Friday and I was a little surprised the capital building area was deserted. In hindsight, I guess I should not have been surprised. Have you ever visited the Sacramento capital building on a Friday? Yes…deserted too!
I arrived just in time to take the last tour of the building. The exquisite neoclassical building opened in 1928. The marble, woodcarvings, light fixtues and old hardware are a remarkable sight. I also learned a little about Washington State government and how the legislators balance the needs of rural Washington (which is most of the state) and the urban areas on the west coast. The tour is definitely worth your time if you are visiting the area.
I used Yelp to find a delicious Turkish restaurant and had dinner before returning to Shelton. On a trip to Turkey several years ago I was exposed to Turkish cooking and I’ve loved it every since. And let’s not forget the Ephes beer!
Next, I was off to visit Jay and Anne Jackson who recently moved to Tacoma. I met them at a waterfront restaurant for dinner and then went to their house to drink some wine and catch up. I worked with Jay at Public Sector Consultants over many years. We laughed until I had a bellyache! They really like living in the Puget Sound area and I can see why! So much fun visiting with Jay and Anne.
Tacoma is home to the Museum of Glass and the Chihuly Bridge of Glass. The museum highlights extraordinary glass art and has a large Hot Shop where you can sit and watch artists create glass objects. Tacoma is the birthplace of Dale Chihuly, a renowned glass artist and you can learn more about Dale here. Dale’s glasswork is a step beyond. The Bridge of Glass is a walking bridge over the freeway and has numerous pieces of glass art back lit by natural lighting. Stunning! Here is a few photos that of course, don’t do it justice.
I made the one hour drive to Bremerton to catch the ferry to Seattle to meet my friend Susan Kelly. We visited the Chihuly Garden and Glass. Even though the garden was closed, we toured the glass exhibit and again, a spectacular place!
We ate lunch at the Collections Café located at the Chihuly Garden and Glass. The café has delicious food, but that was not the best part. The café is decorated with Chihuly’s personal collection of everyday items. They were everywhere! On the walls, hanging from the ceiling, in the bathrooms, and in the center of the tables (under glass). There are shaving brushes, ceramic dogs, bottle openers, Mexican silver ashtrays, pocketknives (our table), inkwells, alarm clocks, plastic radios, string holders, fish decoys, toy house trailers, accordions, and 1950s cameras. Talk about eye candy! The collections brought back so many memories of childhood.
I searched the plastic radios looking for the one I received from my Great Aunt Lill and Uncle Marv for Christmas when I was around 10 years old. They bought one for me in beige and one for my brother in turquoise. I would listen to that radio with CKLW tuned in, day and night. I think that is where my obsession with music began. Here is a few photos of the collections.
After that, we walked along the waterfront and dropped into the famous Iver’s for a few cocktails before I had to catch the ferry back to Bremerton. It was a fantastic day with a wonderful woman!
I fell in love with the Puget Sound area. So much water everywhere! Many islands to explore (next time) and good friends. If it was not for the weather, I could easily live in this area. But, alas…too much grey and rain for this sun-loving girl. One thing is for sure, this will not be my last visit to the area.
Next stop Port Townsend, Sequim and Olympic National Park.
Everyone left for home and I drove 190 miles to Randle, Washington. Randle served as my base for exploring Mount St. Helens National Volcanic Monument and Mt. Rainier National Park. I stayed at a small park, Shady Firs, recommended by Deb and Mick. There was no AT&T cell signal at the park so I was forced to disconnect from my phone. Due to hurricane Irma bearing down on most of my family, this was a bad time to lose communication. I drove 40 miles (round trip) each day to check on the weather and my family. Everyone was fine and they didn’t even loose power. That’s the worst thing…losing power in hot, humid Florida. Honestly, I’m beginning to wonder why anyone chooses to live in that state.
Summer is over and the campgrounds are returning to “normal”. There are only a few campers at Shady Firs this week. It’s quiet and I love it! And, I was finally out of the smoke zone and the weather was good.
Mount St Helens National Volcanic Monument
This year is the 35th anniversary of the establishment of Mount St. Helens National Volcanic Monument, 110,000 acres in the Gifford Pinchot National Forest. The monument has become a world-renowned laboratory for the study of volcanic processes and ecosystem development following large-scale disturbance.
Mount St. Helens is most notorious for its major 1980 eruption, the deadliest and most economically destructive volcanic event in the history of the United States. Fifty-seven people were killed; 250 homes, 47 bridges, 15 miles of railways, and 185 miles of highway were destroyed. A massive debris avalanche triggered by an earthquake measuring 5.1 on the Richter scale caused an eruption that reduced the elevation of the mountain’s summit from 9,677 feet to 8,363 feet , leaving a total of 3,900,000 cubic yards of material that was transported 17 miles south into the Columbia River by the mudflows.
For more than nine hours, a vigorous plume of ash erupted, eventually reaching 12 to 16 miles above sea level. The plume moved eastward at an average speed of 60 miles per hour with ash reaching Idaho by noon. Ashes from the eruption were found collecting on top of cars and roofs the next morning, as far as the city of Edmonton in Alberta, Canada. Learn more here.
Looking up at the volcano you can see the entire top side missing. It erupted out of the side and top of the mountain. Therefore, part of the forest was untouched. The force of the eruption leveled an entire forest of trees and completely changed the configuration of Spirit Lake. It was hard to image the force of the eruption, even with the evidence right in front of me.
I took a short hike to a small lake and photographed some of the beauty.
I’ve come to realize that many of the places I’m visiting are there because of earthquakes and volcanoes. The reality is that we are living on a humungous ball of magna, ready to explode at any time! Learning about Yellowstone and Mount St Helens drove that point home big time!
Mount Rainier National Park
“Of all the fire mountains which like beacons, once blazed along the Pacific Coast, Mount Rainier is the noblest.” John Muir
Mount Rainier had not been on my radar screen until Ralph mentioned it to me. I did know it was in Washington but not exactly where. Checking it out on the map, I found it was on my way to the Olympic Peninsula, which was my destination. I’m really happy I visited the park. It was spectacular!
I waited for a clear, warm day to drive the 40 miles to the park. It turned out to be a perfect clear, 76 degree day and there were very few visitors in the park, which made it even nicer. I was surprised by the beauty of this park.
At 14,410 feet, Rainer is the tallest volcano in the Cascade Mountain Range and he most glaciated peak in the continental United States. Glaciers, massive rivers of ice up to 750 feet deep, flow down the rocky slopes. Yet, on the summit, steam escapes from deep within the mountain’s core, reminding you that it is still an active volcano. The park is a step back in time because the roads, buildings, and other structures are nearly one hundred year old. You can hike up the mountain and actually walk on the glacier. I was there too late in the day to take that hike. Maybe next time…
I’m discovering that nature is my religion. When I see the beauty and connectedness of all things in nature I literally become overwhelmed and teary. The more I learn, the more I realize how every thing, from the lichen to the volcano, are interdependent for survival. Often, I cannot believe the beauty I’m seeing with my own eyes. I try to capture it with my camera. The images never are as good as my eyes. I stare for a while, trying to record the site in my brain. I am overcome with gratitude; for being able to travel like I am, for those that came before me and realized they must save these unique areas of our country from the hands of greedy corporations, and for the awesome beauty that unfolds around every curve in the road.
After four days in Randle, it was time to move on to the Puget Sound to visit Olympia, Tacoma and Seattle and my friends Susan Kelly and Anne and Jay Jackson.
Over the five years that I have been researching and reading RV blogs,many say that Glacier National Park is their favorite. Thusly, I made Glacier my goal when I started on this journey. And here I was…in Columbia Falls for two weeks, just outside the park. I couldn’t believe it. I made it all the way from the bottom of Arizona (Bisbee) to the top of Montana! Even I’m impressed! 🙂
My friends, Mary Ann and Gerard, were still traveling with me. Ralph rode up on his new motorcycle, and our friends, Chris and Bill, along with their dog, Hank, joined us for the second week. We did a little site seeing, played 31 and Mexican Train every night, and had a lot of laughs. Chris and Bill, Ralph and I took a ride around Kootenai Lake before the smoke got so bad that we couldn’t ride.
Unbeknownst to us, August in Montana is fire month. This year was particularly bad due to 70+ days of no rain. Fires were burning all around us. When Mary, Gerard and I arrived, the wind was blowing the smoke away from us. We were able to explore the park for three days before the wind changed direction and filled the area with choking smoke. I’ve never experienced this before. By the end of the day, my chest hurt, my eyes burned and I had a sore throat. I was disappointed that I didn’t see the park as it was in photos I’ve seen in the past.
We visited McDonald Lake, St Mary and Many Glacier. We were up and down the Going to the Sun Road many times. The last time was at 10 pm and I’ll tell you that was a little scary. Ralph did a great job driving.
Glacier is a beautiful environment carved out during the last Glacier Age. The name is actually Waterton-Glacier International Peace Park and represents a vision of a world in which peoples set aside their differences to work collectively in the interest of all life, for all time. Waterton is the Canadian part of the park. The park has old-growth forests, wind-swept prairies, ancient glaciers and deep lakes.
My encounter witha stuf bear
The Going to the Sun road is 50 miles long and bisects the park east to west. It is a spectacular road that traverses the park’s two largest lakes, hugs the cliffs below the Continental Divide and peaks at Logan Pass.
The glaciers are quickly disappearing, so if you want to see them, don’t wait too long to go to the park.
I was disappointed by the smoke and even though Glacier NP is beautiful, my favorite is still Yellowstone.
Another bucket list item checked off!
Where to from here? Somewhere where there is clear air!