Monday, November 30, 2009

Monday November 30/09/ The Day After










OK woke up this morning and yes the Rider loss still hurts, But Hey, the sun still rose and it's another gorgeous day. Time to have a coffee and shake the cobwebs off, all though Marie is having a tough time doing that. Those Malibu Coconut Rums were going down pretty good last night!
Moving to Gooseneck State Park today. It's only 15 miles away and I read that it is well worth a look
We arrived about 2pm local time.
We camped right on the canyon rim and you can see the San Juan River winding it's way by 1000 ft below. Awesome!
Tomorrow we plan on doing another trail.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Sunday November/29/09 Grey Cup 2009

Grey Cup Sunday, GO RIDERS GO! We settled in for a relaxing day. I got up, and of course Marie was reading her book. I poured myself a cup of coffee and went outside and hung my Rider flag on the bus and hung one inside, Oh Ya!! I had a good feeling about the game. We watched the pre game hoopla and waited for the game to start. It was a warm day and the sunset at game time was wonderful.
Finally the game was on. The riders came out of the gate firing on all cylinders, But in the second half, let the Alouettes back into it.
My hart started to sink, could they possibly find a way to lose this game? Well guess what! They did.
On the last play of the game the Alouettes lined up to kick a field goal to win. They missed! WE WON! WE WON! OH just a minute PENALTY we can't count - 13 men instead of 12.
They line up to do it over. WE LOSE! WE LOSE! such is the life of a Rider fan.
What's that old Saskatchewan saying? Next year country.
Well, I'm going to drown my sorrows. (Hey! It's better than cutting my throat) Cook a steak and go to bed sad. Oh! and did I mention there is always next year.










Saturday, November 28, 2009

November/28/09 Snow Flat RD/Grand Gulch TR/Black Mesa TR

Sitting having my coffee today and I hear this noise so go outside to investigate and see this little airplane thing buzzing the campsite!! What a neat way to see the Valley of the Gods.
Got into gear and headed down the dusty trail once again today except it wasn't too dusty because it was trying hard to rain. John did manage to get a picture of the rainbow that followed us for quite some time that day. We did the Snow Flat Trail today with the intention of taking the Grand Gulch Trail which spurs off it and eventually hooking back up with Comb Wash. Well that was the plan anyway. We accessed Snow Flat and it was a great trail and much better now that I could actually see the scenery. This trail is part of the Mormon Trail and that alone makes it worthwhile. I can't imagine these pioneers taking their horses and wagons along these trails. There must have been profound hardships along the way. We access the Grand Gulch Trail and travelled along the sandy path. We passed several dead SCARY looking trees and eventually came to a dead end trail. It was closed to any motor vehicles but we were more than welcome to hike the trail. YEA RIGHT!! We turned around and eventually made it to the trailhead and down the highway to access yet another trail. We eventually hooked up to yet another highway and passed Salvation Knoll. This is a mountain summit that climbs to 7244 feet. It was here on Christmas morning in 1879 that the Mormon scouts found themselves lost and out of food. One scout, George Hobbs, climbed to the top of this knoll to look for recognizable landmarks and saw the Blue Mountains about 10 miles away. This was the landmark they had been looking for. Such incredible history in this area. It is mind boggling!!
We took a quick drive down the Arch Canyon road to where we attended the Jeep Jamboree 20 years ago. It is now private property belonging to the Ute Indian Nation and there were all kinds of no trespassing signs. The road itself is public land and can access Arch Canyon. We had to leave this trail for another time as it was getting on in the day and we had to start making our was towards home.
We accessed Black Mesa Road. This trail was to eventually hook up to Lower Butler Wash and home. We obviously made a wrong turn somewhere along the way because we ended at a dead end high above the wash and it was now DARK. Great!! Went for a little walkabout to see if we could see the trail but to no avail. By the time I got back to the truck I swore off cigarettes!! (I don't smoke!!) Either I am so out of shape or I just cannot take these high elevations. John doesn't seem to have much trouble in this area at all. He was hardly winded and I thought I needed a respirator!! We backtracked and found an awesome trail that lead us down the mesa and into the wash. After another side trail and a dead end we did eventually find the proper trail and did finally make it back to the motorhome. All in all a good day. Travelled a few extra miles but one is never lost if one can find their way back from whence he came!!
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Friday, November 27, 2009

Friday November 27/09 Comb Wash RD/Lower Butler Wash RD

Today we did the Comb Wash Trail and were once again immersed in such incredible history. We entered the lower part of Comb Wash and were greeted by a sign that gave a brief recap of the difficulties faced by the Mormons and their scouts in getting across the massive sandstone obstacle that the Comb Ridge presented. Further down the trail was another sign at Navajo Springs. This sign described the situation on December 27, 1879 when the starving Mormon scouts used an ancient Pueblo trail and made it over this ridge and to food and shelter in what is now the town of Bluff. We followed sign posts along the trail painted with a wagon. This trail followed the same one taken by the early pioneers. We came to the infamous San Juan Hill where these Mormon pioneers decided was the most feasible place to try to cross this rugged ridge. It was a most brutal crossing and documented in several texts.
As we continued along this trail we came to an area called The Rincome. In 1885 a trading post was established here at the point that was the most popular for crossing the San Juan River. All that remains are a few stone walls from one of the buildings.
Further down this trail we came to the River House Ruins. These ruins were by far the best we have ever seen. As you can see from the pics it is still fairly well preserved although is fragile. There were about a dozen rooms and a circular kiva which is some sort of a religious structure. There were pictographs on the walls and handprints but I did not see any of these. I am trying to convince John that he should take me back there so I can see all the things I missed the first time. There was also an area of petroglyphs that I didn't see as well but the desert varnish is apparently supposed to be slowly reclaiming them and some are difficult to see. I really need to go back there!! This trail, like so many around here was a spur trail so we made our way back to the start and of course headed down another one.
The Lower Butler Wash Trail was one that consisted of a bit of rock but mostly sand. Being a wash, you could see clear evidence of the force of the flash floods that are so prevalent in this area when it rains. There were supposed to be cliff dwellings along this trail as well but it soon became obvious that one had to hike to see these. John did mention that we would probably be dead by the time we got to any ruins!! I, of course, said that we probably would NOT be dead but would probably wish we were by the time we got there!! Needless to say, we stayed in the truck -- we have two boys to think about and we are not done irritating the hell out of either of them yet!! Lower Butler Wash travelled the east side of the Comb Ridge and once we finished this trail we accessed the upper section of Comb Wash Trail and travelled down the west side of Comb Ridge. We travelled on much the same type of trail on this side of the ridge and saw some wild life (cows) along the way!! We saw no real wildlife other than birds and a few little rodents scurrying across the trail. Nice trails today, nothing crazy and not once did I have to pray to any higher powers!!
Turning back onto the Valley of the Gods road, John noticed a grave site so had to stop and check this out. This was the site of a tragic bus crash on January 7, 2008. A bus carrying 51 people returning from a ski trip in Colorado failed to negotiate a turn on this narrow road and went into the deep ditch and rolled several times loosing its roof in the process. Nine people died and the rest suffered injuries. Some people on the bus were as young as 5 and 6 years old. The accident was discovered by a second bus carrying the rest of the skiers. The site is actually a mini shrine to those that died with personal items from the victims as well as pieces of the destroyed bus lying at the base of the monument. It was very sad, especially when I saw a child's shoe lying among the items. In April of 2009, the National Transportation and Safety Board released their findings and said the bus was traveling between 88 and 92mph and that driver fatigue was likely the "root cause" of the crash. The driver was 71yrs old and had a clean driving record. It is believed that he suffered from altitude sickness while in Telluride, Colorado with the skiers and consequently did not get much rest. He received minor injuries in the crash. So here lies yet another example of tomorrow being promised to no one.
The remaining pictures are a few of the bus along a red rock cliff and a few of Hogan. He is loving this life. Then, there is the lovely sunsets we get to experience. What a life!!