Story Aunt Gus & Little Bear's Great Adventure Book 1 (Complete)

Kathy in FL

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May 19 - 21: Great Sand Dunes National Park and Preserve, Colorado (part 3)

May 21st
We were back at the sandboarding for a couple of hours this morning. I think Benny and I sufficiently used the boards so that I can say we got the full value of the rental of the equipment. We left the park and went the four miles to turn it back in rather than pay for an extra day by turning it in tomorrow. Then I kept going.

“Aunt Gus? Aren’t we going back?” Then he saw my smile and he said, “A surprise?!”

“Yeppers Little Bear. We used our time wisely so I’m able to sneak in something I didn’t think we’d be able to do.”

“Yay!”

Zapata Falls is a short hike on Bureau of Land Management land. We could have just driven to the trail head and that would have been enough. From there we saw beautiful views of the entire dunefield and of the San Luis Valley.

From the Visitor Center we drove south about eight miles before turning left onto a rough dirt road which thankfully was well marked. Then it was another three and a half to the trailhead. From the parking area at the trailhead, we only had to hike a half mile, but from that point we had to wade some deep water – it was over Benny’s head so he road piggy back – and then we got to see the 30 ft. high fall cascade onto a ledge.

There’s a sign at the start of the trail that briefly gave me a second thought until someone coming back gave us the trail conditions were fine except the water was a little deeper than normal. Caution: Rocks are slippery. Water may be deep and swift in early summer during snowmelt, or during heavy thunderstorms. Rarely, rocks may fall from above into the crevasse. In winter, the falls freeze, creating an icy sculpture. Ice and snow may make the hike very slippery. Falling ice may be a hazard in spring.

Then I took Benny to another special overlook. A ranger had explained to us that Great Sand Dunes National Park and Preserve are surrounded on the north, south, and east by lands managed by the US Forest Service, including the Rio Grande National Forest (west side of the Sangre de Cristos) and the San Isabel National Forest (east side of the Sangre de Cristos). Eight 14,000' peaks and many other peaks, valleys, alpine lakes and streams are found within these two national forests. At one of the pullouts was a sign and I let him read it. Yes, it was a little slow and painstaking, but his reading skills are heck of a lot better than a lot of five years old even with the dyslexia which mostly is only in his writing now that he is learning words as pictures and not phonetics.
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Of course, there were words he didn’t know but then he stopped and his mouth fell open and he looked at me.

“What?” I asked him trying to hide my smile.

“That mountain is called Little Bear Peak!”

“It is? You sure?”

“It says it right here! Right here on the picture sign!”

I laughed. “Yep. Thought you would like that.”

“Wow.”

At 14,037' Little Bear Peak is one of the high peaks in the Sangre de Cristo Mountains that surround the Great Sand Dunes area. I had him stand and point and I arranged him so that his pointer was right at the top of the mountain in the picture I took. The one where he faced the camera I kept for us. The one where you can only see the back of his head I posted on the blog. Groucho and Stella got a kick out of it. I don’t know why I was so broke up over that photo. It made me miss Dad and Lawrence so bad I nearly broke down after Benny went to bed tonight. Enough said about it. I guess there will always been times, for seeming no reason, that I just miss them and there’s no way to change that. I’m pretty sure I don’t want to change that. How awful would it be to stop missing the people you care about the most just because they aren’t able to be with you like before.

We headed back to camp at that point and did a ranger talk on either side of dinner. First one was called “The Ice Hidden in the Sand”. While the dunes tell a story of heat and sand, there is another story told here, a story of the ice age. We will go through these clues to learn about what this area looked like 12,000 years ago.

I was wanting more than carbs to fill me up so I fixed pork chops and chickpeas for dinner. Went over well so I’m thinking that if we are going to be active, I need to up something … protein maybe … I’m not sure. Maybe I just need to up the healthy calories.
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Last program of the day and of the park. This is how it was billed: Surviving Quicksand (and other perils). Come learn how to survive quicksand as well as other Perils! We’ll examine the psychology of survival in any situation and how anyone can use these tips to survive. Survival stories will be shared, as well as some survival star stories/tips if clouds permit. Well there were no clouds so we got more astronomy on top of what we got last night. Luckily, they had said that if there were any Junior Rangers that wanted to turn in their booklets they could do it. That saved us from having to wait until the visitor center opens to leave the park.

We are still in Colorado tomorrow. Four nights in the same camp site. It almost makes me wish we had a tow behind with a small vehicle so we could leave the van in camp but that’s not the way this works so I’ll stop thinking of my wants and be thankful our needs are being met. I was checking my blog account while out today and unless they return it, it looks like someone bought a huge order of gluten-free camp food and some books through my affiliate links which means I will almost definitely make $500 this month. Yea Buddy, that’s good. If I can get it to where it is a solid $500 income I’ll sleep a lot better. I need to balance content with affiliate links, and time with effort to bring in a paycheck. Ah my aching adulting head. Time for bed.

Cumulative Fuel Expense: $2857
Cumulative Accommodation Expense: $988
Cumulative miles: 6830

Resources:
Great Sand Dunes Oasis- Great Sand Dunes National Monument (greatdunes.com)
Great Sand Dunes National Park & Preserve (U.S. National Park Service) (nps.gov)
Night Sky: Experiencing the Night
Medano Creek: Medano Creek
 

Kathy in FL

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May 22 – 25: Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Park, Colorado (Part 1)

Weather: As high as 72 and as low as a high of 60 on the four days here. Nighttime lows were between 23 and 34 degrees F. I’m sorry folks, I’m missing my Florida weather even if it would have been up into the 80s and 90s with 80+ percent humidity. I’d rather take off clothes than have to wear so many layers. I feel all bound up when I do that … but I have to set the example for Benny. Being the adult sometimes sucks.

Driving Route:
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Wifi/Cell Signal: Cell service at Black Canyon is very poor, and often non-existent.

May 22nd
Up early (duh) and on the road. I was glad we could make an early start because we were able to turn in Benny’s Junior Ranger stuff last night. Meant getting to our destination mid-day rather than mid-afternoon. Took us about 6 hours to reach Black Canyon of the Gunnison NP just shy of noon. Checked in with the rangers and was surprised to be assigned a pull in campsite. Electric and water will definitely help make my evenings easier.

Contrary to what I thought, they do have a Junior Ranger program and you would have though Benny had been gifted the most expensive toy in the store when the ranger at the visitor center told him. Nothing for it but to start some of the activity pages before we even made it to our camp site.

Since Benny was already revved up we decided to go for our first hike. The reason why he was revved up? He guessed one of the questions the ranger asked him correctly. True or False, the Black Canyon of the Gunnison is named after the color of the rock. False. The real reason is that the canyon is so deep and narrow that sunlight only hits the bottom for a very short period each day, hence it being “black”. Maybe the documentaries I let him watch do make an impression and count towards … really count towards … some type of education. I’ve been very casual about recording our activities. Maybe I need to set up a real portfolio for him the way Grandma Barry had insisted on doing it when Dad said the virtual school took care of that.

I can still hear the tiff they had. “Honestly Benji, since when do you trust the government to get anything right? I’ve seen the books you keep for your truck.”

“That’s for taxes Auggie.”

“Yes, well this is for Gus’ future. I’m going to make one using your father’s filing system. And ….”

The “discussion” went on for an hour until my father finally through up his hands in surrender. On the way home he said just to let her do what she wanted since it seemed to mean so much to her but I wasn’t to worry about it or let it “set me off” which is what he termed my on again off again battle with OCD behaviors. In the end if was Grandma Barry’s efforts that kept me out of going into the classroom and being a year behind. Lawrence and I agreed that we’d continue with the portfolio since it seemed to serve its purpose and since I was in high school and needed some way to support the transcript I would need to get into college.

With that in mind I don’t think I’m being anal or OCD to think about this for Benny. I’ll just go back and use things from the blog and this journal to flesh out the stuff I am already keeping track of for him. I don’t want to hit the state line and have social services hunt us down and accuse me of educational neglect or anything else for that matter. Come to think of it, in hindsight that may have been why Grandma Barry had insisted on the detailed portfolio. So Uncle Daniel or my cousins couldn’t cause problems. And doesn’t that bring back some memories that give me the heebies. Like I’ve said before, there are more than one reason that Lawrence wanted to get me out of there and not have much if anything to do with Uncle Daniel. Bleck. Think of something happier Gus.
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Our first hike was the Rim Rock Nature Trail. The trailhead was on Loop C of the campground, and it ended at the South Rim Visitor Center. It was a moderate, self-guided, 2-mile loop along a relatively flat trail that followed the south rim of the canyon. The four plants along the path that we could identify were sagebrush, Gambel Oak, Pinyon Pine, and Utah Juniper. The views of the Gunnison River were fantastic, and we got some great pictures. According to the park’s brochure the Gunnison River drops an average of 34 feet per mile through the canyon. The Colorado River drops an average of 7 feet per mile through the Grand Canyon. At its steepest point within the park, the Gunnison River drops an amazing 240 feet in one mile, like a mile long set of rapids.

I was wondering about finding a place to take the kayak on the Gunnison but then found out that the river is borderline unnavigable. A few expert kayakers attempt it, but it requires several portages. Downstream from the park, in Curecanti National Recreation Area, a boat tour is available on the wider, calmer part of the river, but we don’t have time to do that. Maybe one of these days.

We added to the rim trail a bit by including the Uplands Trail. It was a 2-mile, easy, there-and-back add on to the hike. It is a connector trail that links the Rim Rock Trail to the upper Oak Flator Loop Trail near the South Rim Visitor Center. Basically, we did it for wildlife viewing plus views of the West Elk Mountains.

That wasn’t a very long day in the park, but I was tired and want to feed us something more that nuke-able food.
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Our fresh food is getting low, but I still have a lot of canned and dried stuff in the “garage.” I pulled out a can of crabmeat and made stuffed mushrooms. I also rehydrated some broccoli bits and carrot bits and made a kind of pilaf to go with the stuff mushrooms. Wasn’t bad for a throw together meal. I’m definitely going to need to make a fresh food stop at some point but I’m doing all right for now.

That survival ranger talk Benny and I went to has got me thinking. What if I couldn’t stop for fresh stuff and could only eat out of what I had in the van. Grandma Barry had a heck of a pantry. Between her tubs on the deck and out in the woods and what she had on hand in the house she was able to outlast every situation that came her way, from storms to floods to when Grandfather Barry would get sick and she refused to leave him. It wasn’t their diets that took them off.

Grandfather Barry passed when the injuries that he got in the military that made him disabled just wore the rest of his body out. Everyone knew it was coming, including Grandfather Barry who was still in his right mind despite the pain and told everyone just how he wanted things to go, including his own funeral. Grandma Barry was a different story though I think she might have known she was sick, she just was too busy taking care of everyone else who was so broken up about Grandfather.

Two days after Grandfather had passed away, Dad and I went over to take her to the funeral home so they could sign some papers and … I found her. She’d been running a lint brush over Grandfather’s dress uniform, the one he wanted to be buried in. And then when I didn’t answer Lawrence and Dad had found me. I never told them she’d been alive when I found her. Just barely but she managed to whisper, “It’s time and I’m content Gus. Love you Sweet Girl. Don’t cry for me.”

I never did cry for her, I cried for me. Turned out she had lymphoma and it had gone to her brain and she just … went. Dad said it was a blessing. I suppose it was … for her and Grandfather. They were like two peas in a pod. I’m not sure what one or the other would have done had they been the one left behind. Geez and what is up with all of the memories lately?! Thank goodness Benny is asleep and I’m up here with the curtain drawn on my bed. Last thing I want to do is freak him out. Big bad Aunt Gus doesn’t cry. She’s strong. She must be. She’s all Benny has to protect him from the bad crap that is out in the world.

May 23rd
Both Benny and I had some terrible wiggles when we woke up. About all I could manage to fix for our breakfast was a smoothie made from plant protein, powdered milk, and dried fruit. It tasted good but I have to admit it wasn’t exactly the most nutritionally dense meal I could have made.

“Little Bear I sure hope you are up for hiking and stuff today. Aunt Gus has the jitters.”

“Me too. I dreamed you cried and I couldn’t fix it. I tried really hard but I couldn’t.”

Whoops, maybe he heard me in my sleep. I told him, “You always make things better.” I gave him a quick kiss on the forehead, and he was all better because he is a five-year-old and my reassurance was enough for him. I wish I could say the same. Digging up that stuff last night really didn’t do me any good. Subconsciously I must be worrying about Benny’s future. That’s all I can think of. I’ve had these spells before but it’s been awhile. It’s like having anxiety. Not the kind Penny had, or at least I don’t react to situations the way Penny did, but they suuuuck. The only way I know to deal with them is to work the emotions off.

After breakfast we drove the South Rim Drive which is 7 miles from Tomichi Point to High Point and has 12 overlooks. Most are reached by walking a short trail. Even though it was less than ten miles it took us about three hours to do it because of the starting, stopping, then walking to the various overlooks. That was fine with me and the best overlooks on the road in my opinion were Gunnison Point (where the visitor center is), Chasm View, Painted Wall and Sunset View. We also stopped back at the South Rim Visitor Center again so that we could finish looking at the exhibits on the canyon. It is also the point that the road gets closed in the winter which explained the big gates in the odd spot on the road.

The ranger recommended three hikes … an easy one, a moderate one, and a strenuous one … all of which could be accessed from the visitor center area. I was all over that and decided to do the strenuous one first.

Oak Flat Loop Trail wasn’t long - 2 miles round trip – but offered variety some of the other trails don’t. We also got to explore below the rim without taking on the challenge of hiking to the river.

“Benny, you heard the ranger. The trail is narrow in places and goes over some steep slopes. I would like to do this trail but if you aren’t up for it, and you know you can be honest with Aunt Gus, we’ll pick something else to do.”

“I want to Aunt Gus,” he said seriously.

“I know you want to but …”

“I’ll follow all the rules and won’t play or anything.”

“You promise.”

“I promise. Cross my heart.”

“You let me know if you get to a place on the trail that you’re struggling. Got me? We need to be able to trust each other. We’re a team.”

“We’re a team, Aunt Gus. I promise.”

“Alrighty then. Let’s try this adventure out.”

I was really serious with Benny for a reason. I know people think it is nuts that I take a five-year-old on some of the things I do but I’ve read plenty of child psych articles and journals from the pioneer days, and even how I was raised, that kids are underestimated a lot of the time. They’ll live up to your lowest expectations of them. Benny has the personality of a person that loves challenges, especially physical challenges. The physical challenges give him the confidence to overcome the other challenges that he was born with. I know not every kid is like that, but Benny is and I’m proud of him and want him to know it deep down. But I also lay out the rules and make sure he understands them. I wasn’t exaggerating, we’re a team. I’m Chief, he’s my Little Bear. I want him to know I’m proud of him, I also want him to be legitimately proud of himself. No “participation trophies” for this kid. Real pride (as opposed to undeserved arrogance) is something everyone needs.
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The trail begins near the Visitor Center. Go a short distance to the Oak Flat Loop sign and follow the trail which leads right. Then we descended through a grove of aspen trees to another signed junction. We turned left and the trail meanders through a thicket of Gambel Oak and then heads west where it begins its ascent through a forest of Douglas fir, Aspen, and chokecherry. Yeah. It gave my legs a good work out and required me to keep my mind on the trail. I wouldn’t have exactly called it strenuous except for the trail’s condition; there was only 311 feet of elevation change.
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Our next trail was Warner Point Nature Trail. This was supposed to be moderate and to be honest, it probably qualified for that for your average hiker. It was certainly more challenging than the first trail as it had multiple up and downs along its entire length which was only 1.5 miles round trip. There were even benches along the entire length which allowed you to rest and get a view of the mountain mahogany, serviceberry, pinyon pine, and juniper trees and bushes. Looking south you could see the San Juan Mountain Range, Uncompahgre Valley, and Bostwick Park. To the north was the West Elk Mountains, and at the end of the trail were views of the Gunnison River and the Black Canyon.

The easiest one on the ranger’s recommendations was Cedar Point Nature Trail. It was an easy, 2/3-mile round trip. We happened to get there in time to join a ranger walk which let Benny do something for his Junior Ranger badge. We learned about the local flora from the guideposts describing the various plants along the trail. At the end were two overlooks offering outstanding views of the river over 2,000 feet below and the ranger also pointed out the famous Painted Wall, the tallest cliff in Colorado (2,250 ft.).
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There hadn’t been enough hiking to burn my heebie wiggles out, but I was saving the North Rim for tomorrow. I stopped in at the visitor center again and got our passport books stamped, checked on the conditions on the North Rim, and a mountain lion and bobcat joined Benny’s crew. I made the mistake of looking at the candy and finding Prickly Pear Cactus flavored saltwater taffy. And the bag even said it was gluten free so I could get it without guilt. I don’t buy candy often but I felt like I had the PMS munchies big time.

Finally we went back to camp and Benny was content to play with his crew and watch a documentary on the park that talked about its Narrow Gauge Railroad days, and about the tunnel that was started in 1892 and is still used today for irrigation water.

While Benny played, I fixed our dinner. It was a make-do Shrimp Paella with canned shrimp and canned artichoke hearts as well as some other little odds and ends. While it cooked and Benny played, I put in an extra few reps of exercise and did some yoga to deal with the jittery feeling I had. I don’t do the sit-and-meditate-like-a-yogi type yoga. I do the stretch-it-till-you-can’t-hold-it yoga, the kind of stuff that helps you build your core strength.

By the time the meal was cooked I was feeling a lot more centered and calm without the extreme fatigue of hours of exercise like I used to do. We ate and I asked him if he wanted to go to the ranger show and he asked what it was about. Good question. I picked up our flyer that we got when we arrived and realized there was no show tonight.

“Oops.”

He made a face. “That’s okay Aunt Gus. Kinda busy with the crew anyway.”

“Oh really? Anything important come up?”

“Getting Lily and Billy into the group is a little hard. They’re predators and a lot of the crew are prey. Gotta make sure everyone gets along and can work together. Lily and Billy aren’t bullies but the crew doesn’t know that yet.”

“Do tell. Anything I can do to help?”

“I don’t think so. Kinda just need to give it time.”

“Hmmm. What about popcorn? You think that might help?”

He gave a slow grin and said, “Sure would. They will eat the popcorn and not think about eating each other.”

“Gotta admit, that makes sense,” I told him on a laugh.

I’m fairly sure he knows that the “crew” are all make believe but the things he says and does just tickles me. You could almost believe those stuffies were alive. Lily the Mountain Lion and Billy the Bobcat. He learned about those types of predators doing his Junior Ranger activities at the various parks. Now he is playing it out in his free time. Having a good imaginary play life never hurt anyone. But I will try and make sure he has other play opportunities.
 

kyrsyan

Has No Life - Lives on TB
Dang. I know some of Aunt Gus's feeling really, really well. Probably better than I should admit. And I don't know about her, but me having the heebie jeebies and jitters means I'm not listening to something I'm being told and I better get off my assets and get to it toot quick.
 

Lake Lili

Veteran Member
“Getting Lily and Billy into the group is a little hard. They’re predators and a lot of the crew are prey. Gotta make sure everyone gets along and can work together. Lily and Billy aren’t bullies but the crew doesn’t know that yet.”

LOVE it! I never ceased to be amazed at what kids think is important to know and how they integrate and apply the information.
Thanks for all the chapters Kathy!

Lili
 

Kathy in FL

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May 22 – 25: Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Park, Colorado (part 2)

May 24th
First thing we did this morning was the North Rim Road. We reached it by taking a gravel road from the east end of Crawford State Park. The North Rim Road provides access to 6 overlooks. The canyon walls on the North Rim are almost vertical, offering some of the most impressive views found in the national park. We spent the same amount of time on the North Rim as we had the South yesterday, despite there being fewer overlooks.
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We did a longer trail today, the North Vista Trail all the way to Green Mountain. It was seven miles round trip. According to our hiking flyer the trail offers some of the best scenic views and birding in the Park. We started the trail at the North Rim Ranger Station which made me feel better about just leaving the van unattended. After passing through an area of sage and oak brush, the trail meandered in a pinyon pine and juniper forest along the canyon's rim. Several overlooks along the trail offered views of the inner canyon, especially at Exclamation Point. Because we were going all the way to Green Mountain, we were rewarded with even more panoramic vistas, including of the San Juan Mountains, the West Elks, Grand Mesa, and the Uncompahgre Plateau.

Once again my plans for the day hadn’t taken nearly as long as I expected. I asked Benny if he was willing to just go back to camp.

“Sure Aunt Gus. Are … are you not feeling okay?”

I nearly lied but, in the end, just couldn’t do it … or in my mind risk it so answered, “I’ve got a lot of thoughts to think on. Plus, I need to clean the van, wash some socks and get them hung up to dry, work on a grocery list, and other boring grown up stuff.”

“I can help.”

“I know you can, and I am going to ask that you and the crew be responsible for making sure your area is cleaned up. Then after I clean up my sleeping area the bunch of you can pop up there and listen to a book if you want to, or work on your Junior Ranger stuff, organize it, whatever you want to. I’ll cook dinner while I’m going through the remaining stuff on my list. Sound like a plan?”

“Sure does,” he agreed. “Can … um … can I take a shower?”

“Sure. Any particular reason you think you need to ask?”

He made an embarrassed face. “I think I need some more butt cream.”

“You know, that’s a good idea. We should always take care of all of our first aid and ouches so they don’t get worse or get in the way of us doing stuff. That’s using your noggin’ that is.”

He grinned and I rearranged my cleaning plan to make sure I did the bathroom after shower time. I considered stopping at the North Rim Visitor Center but there really wasn’t much to it but the ranger station and backcountry permits.

Back in camp we both got to cleaning. He cleaned up his sleeping area and I started a load of socks and hung them up outside to dry. Benny helped to sweep the floor and neaten up around the front seats, not that there was much of that to do as I try and have a place for everything and keep it that way unless it is in immediate use. Benny then took a shower and waited for dinner. I finished the platform bed area and struggled to find some enthusiasm to cook. It gets old being the only one doing the cooking. Sure, I can teach Benny to cook but the kid is only five-years-old after all. I’m the adult and still must come up with the plan, provide the supplies, and supervise.

I wound up making fajitas using some meat that I had taken out of the little freezer this morning and then rehydrated the dehydrated onions and peppers. Then I made some refried beans using the dehydrated stuff from the camp meals. Also in that camp meal was some Mexican rice mix. I still had four gluten free tortilla shells so I used two for dinner and saved two for breakfast burritos which would use all my fresh eggs. I’d either have to start using the powdered eggs for stuff or I needed to find the time to get to a grocery store of some type.

Dinner was a hit, but it also hit my stomach and the refried beans were giving me the inevitable gut issues when I ate them when I was stressed. Can’t imagine what would have happened had I not taken a couple of Bean-O tablets before I started eating.

After dinner Benny relaxed and I finished a few more cleaning tasks, such as the bathroom and galley clean up, and bringing in the socks from the clothesline, and then decided to sit down and clean up the garbage rolling around in my head.

I think I have a halfway decent food plan for tomorrow and then a location to stop before the next national park. I also think that I have a plan how to maximize and optimize everything. Our next campground is a full hookup, that’s both water and electric. I’m going to over buy on the fresh items and instead of putting them in the freezer I’m going to pull the dehydrator out of the “garage” and hook it up and dry what I can even if that means leaving it running overnight.

One of my freaky dreams the last couple of nights has been that I haven’t been able to feed Benny the food he can have and had to feed him stuff with gluten in it so he wouldn’t starve to death. So maybe I am wound a little too tight for some reason, but there is no way that isn’t at least part of what has been making me anxious. When we started back at the beginning of April I had food tucked in every imaginable corner of the Ark. A lot of it is now gone, even with the grocery store runs that I’ve made. We are eating more than I expected because we’re a lot more active. Benny eats almost as much as I do, and I’m not eating as much as I could and I notice that I’m losing weight. Doesn’t hurt my feelings but it might hurt my health if I don’t address what is going on. I remember Grandfather Barry getting snappish at one of my cousins who was over and had been making fun of the fact that I was eating quite a bit at dinner.

Grandfather lashed out at Sharon saying, “The girl works like a long shoreman, she needs to eat like one so she can keep working. How much did you get done today girl?”

Incredibly affronted she said, “I’m on vacation.”

“Hmph. Daniel, watch that girl before she vacations you out of house and home. I thought she was supposed to start classes this last week. Little early for ‘vacation’ if she is actually in school.”

Aaaannnddd they were off. Uncle Daniel was sensitive about his kids being criticized but the truth was that all Sharon had done that day was lay out and get a tan on the deck while the rest of us kids were working. Sharon, as the oldest, thought she had privileges the rest of us didn’t. Charlotte and Danny hadn’t quite finished high school back then but weren’t far off from it and their attitudes were slowly getting to be like Sharon’s. I heard Dad telling Lawrence he better not head that way though he was already out of the house by then and was only visiting between deployments. Wow. Haven’t thought of Danny in a while and quite frankly don’t want to now, so back to it.

I’m going to have to economize some other way than the amount of food we eat, or at least when we are hiking and being active. I shouldn’t have allowed our supplies to get this low. It is a lot more inconvenient and harder to shop on this trip than I thought it was going to be. Or I’m making it harder than it needs to be because of the pace I’m setting. That’s no excuse, but I’m going to come up with a better plan from here on out.

As far as the rest of my anxiety? I guess I am going to have to put some of it on the backburner. I have until the end of October before I’m completely out of time. I need to be thinking up a plan, but I don’t need it to ruin the time Benny and I do have. Maybe I can find another affiliate link or make the ones I already have more visible or something. Even if it is just a couple of extra dollars here and there, that might be the difference from having to get a job the week this trip is over, or having a month’s cushion to find something better.

I’m also going to be more efficient. I’m using an idea that I got online on one of the RV forums. I put in an order “deliver to store for pick up” of things to be ready for pick up when I get to the grocery where I plan to stop. Everything I ordered was in stock or available for overnight delivery with no shipping fee. Sounds good to me, now let’s see if it works as advertised.
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I got a lot of the Bob’s Red Mill gluten free products baking stuff. A couple of the other gluten free baking mixes as well. Some gluten free oatmeal. Some gluten free snack crackers, gluten free rice noodles, gluten free table crackers and honey grahams and pretzels, Kinda bars as we were almost out, several cans of gluten free Progresso brand soups for quickie meals, corn tortilla shells, gluten free Mission brand burrito shells, gluten free granola mixes that were different flavors from the ones from Bob’s Red Mill, canned coconut cream, canned media crema from Nestle brand, several different flavors of Luna bars, and on and on. I’m not even recording what the final price tag was, but I know it is going to be more than one shipping box. I also have a list of other things that I’m going to pick up. We’ve gone almost two months with only small restocks here and there. Doing this means a major restock and will help with the heebies by being proactive.

May 25th
Breakfast was a breakfast burrito with scrambled eggs, cheese, and bacon bits. I added a few left-over onions and peppers to mine and then we cleaned up and were off.

I had planned to hike the relatively short distance down into the canyon and back and have that be the only thing we did on this day, but I took one look at the trail and said nope. It is 1.5 miles each way. It takes an hour and a half going down and two hours going up. That wasn’t the problem as I was willing to take as long as it took. The problem was how steep it was. Had I been by myself I would have attempted it but with Benny? Uh uh. Not happening. Definitely not a trail to take a kid on much less a kid Benny’s age and size.

Instead, we I took us to some educational ranger-led activities. First one was called Cougar Tales where kids Benny’s age learned about mountain lion habits, habitats, and safety. Lasted about thirty minutes which was just long enough without getting them bored, especially when the ranger was so good at his job. Then another activity was the kids made their own arrowheads. Benny enjoyed that one a lot and put his “arrowhead” in the keepsake box we made room for to hold things that don’t fit in his big three ring binder. There were some hands-on activities about erosion that the kids had fun with as well though they all got a little dirty. Some of the parents didn’t look like they appreciated that, but it didn’t bother me. Like Grandmother Barry always said, dirt happens. Grandfather Barry would then add, just if it happens in the house clean it up.
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Then we went back to some of the overlooks and Benny got a chance to use his art supplies. The kid is good for his age. I don’t know if it is because he is so thoughtful, has a wild imagination, or if this is one of his talents. He was very content to just sit and draw and color what he saw for a good while without getting the fidgets.

The down time gave me some rest as well. In hindsight I might have taken one less day in this park, but this trip isn’t a race and we’ve been moving so fast since the beginning. A slower pace in this one didn’t hurt us … just gave me more time to think and that was both good and bad.

For our last night we are hitting the hay early so I can work in some time for the grocery stop. I’m glad I checked the road conditions as I’ve had to re-route. I was going to go Montrose > Ouray > Silverton along 550 but they had a rockslide which is going to make getting through a traffic nightmare. Instead, we are now going to go Montrose > Telluride > Cortez. It will save us a little time though I’m disappointed to have to give up Ourey and Silverton. Life happens though.

Cumulative Fuel Expense: $2976
Cumulative Accommodation Expense: $1032
Cumulative miles: 7126

Resources:
Paleo Bacon & Crab Mushrooms Caps – RealFood Coaching
Explore Oak Flat Loop Trail | AllTrails
Explore Warner Point Nature Trail | AllTrails
Allergies? Food Sensitivities?.... We've got you covered! - Taffy Shop
Narrow Gauge Railroad Through Black Canyon
East Portal & the Gunnison Tunnel
Spanish Paella Recipe with Shrimp & Artichoke Hearts - Spain on a Fork
Webcams, Videos and Photos - Black Canyon Of The Gunnison National Park
 

moldy

Veteran Member
Don't know if you look at conditions while you are posting or not - but the rockslides and mudslides here are a fact of life. Right now, I70 is closed thru Glenwood Canyon due to the potential of flash floods and mudslides.
 

Kathy in FL

Administrator
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Don't know if you look at conditions while you are posting or not - but the rockslides and mudslides here are a fact of life. Right now, I70 is closed thru Glenwood Canyon due to the potential of flash floods and mudslides.

Actually I do. LOL. It is one of the things I use to keep my stories grounded and not too much "artistic license" so things stay believable.

Maybe about 15 years ago, might not have been quite that long ago, my husband and oldest son were driving around the outskirts of I think it was Denver. There were just barely missed by a large rock that came down suddenly. Was about the size of a bowling ball. The following week after they'd gotten home there was a story where an actual boulder had come down at the same spot, crushing a car and the driver in it. <shiver>
 

Texican

Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
Thanks, Kathy. It's been 40 years since we did the Sand Dunes, and I don't remember there being sandboarding back then. That would have been a blast.

Sixteen years ago, the DW, Grandson and I visited the
White Sands National Park (U.S. National Park Service)

We bought the grandson a dune saucer which he would climb to the top of the dunes and slide down them. Burn up a lot of his excess energy. I did a couple and the last one ride I rolled down part of the bottom of the dune and by luck the DW had put away the camera.

With the way it is going, go see the parks you want to see for they all may be closed down.

Texican....
 

Kathy in FL

Administrator
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May 26 – 28: Mesa Verde National Park, Colorado (part 1)


Weather: 85F/60F (Montrose), 66F/36F (Telluride), 83F/34F (Cortez), 75F/48F (Mesa Verde)
Driving Route:
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Wifi/Cell Signal: Availability was good to barely fair on the road from Black Canyon of the Gunnison to Mesa Verde. In the cities and towns it was mostly good. When we were in the middle of nowhere, the signal was nowhere as well. In the park there were better than decent options. There was free, public WiFi available at the Mesa Verde Visitor Center. Cell service was generally available as well in the same location. Beyond there was very little cell service in the park. My signal booster brought it up a couple of bars but there were frequent interruptions. There is also free, public WiFi at the Wetherill Mesa Information Kiosk, at the Morefield Campground Store, the Far View Lodge, the Far View Terrace, and the Spruce Tree Terrace. That alone seemed to encourage people to spend some money so they could have the free access.

May 26th
Left Black Canyon of the Gunnison this morning and drove to Mesa Verde National Park with a stop in Montrose to go to ye ol’ wallyworld early in the morning before the crowds. I know, I know. Wallyworld is what it is, but in this instance, it is what we needed. And my order was in. I decided not to get any fresh stuff there and keep going. I’m glad I didn’t as we made a few unexpected stops along the way despite the stops adding to our originally only supposed to be four and a half hour road trip.

Stopped at a carneceria in Montrose and picked up some good quality marinated meats and grabbed some fresh, good quality veggies. Boy did they cram a lot in a little shop. I spoke Spanish when I was in there and translated for a tourist. I let it go by saying we were from Florida.

When we left with our purchases Benny wanted to know, “Why did you speak Spanish in there?”

“Because I could I guess. It didn’t hurt anything.”

“But we don’t speak Spanish. And they made my ears crackly.”

I asked, “Are you grumping because you didn’t really like it or because you didn’t understand what was being said?”

He made a face then admitted, “I didn’t know what you were talking about. Were you talking about me?”

“No Mr. Ego,” I said on a chuckle. “I was asking for a recipe for shrimp tacos for me to try out tonight.”

“Really?! I like shrimp tacos.”

“I know,” I told him with another chuckle. “I do too. Tell you what. I’ll teach you some words here and there. Your Dad wanted you to learn Spanish.”

Another face. “Why?”

“Because it makes you more employable … meaning it will help you when you grow up and get a job. Plus it is part of our heritage I guess. Grandfather Barry, who wasn't Spanish, said it didn’t hurt anything and would help me get along in some areas of the world where people speak different languages.”

“How did you learn?”

“Your grandfather, my father, insisted I take classes in it. He knew some and he had my mother’s family teach me until … until they weren’t around anymore. It isn’t a big deal Benny. If you want to learn I’ll teach you, if you don’t I’m not going to force you.”

“Maybe. So long as it doesn’t make my ears crackly.”

I just rolled my eyes and started the van to get us to the next stop.

Adding Telluride into our road trip really stretched out our time on the road. Instead of four and half hours we wound up almost seven hours just driving. I still don’t know if it was worth adding the two hours more by going to Telluride. Not to mention it was cold. Montrose was a high of 85F and I was loving it even if other people were complaining of wanting to get away to the mountains. But in Telluride it wasn’t going to be more than 66F for a high. But it looked like we’d stepped back into an old cowboy movie.
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The town of Telluride isn’t much more than a couple of main drags. All Benny and I did was walk around and go to the public park and walk a little bit along the river. Place wasn’t cheap as it has become one of those ritzy ski towns and resorts.

We had a lot of miles left to cover and an hour and a half after leaving Telluride we were finally in Cortez, CO where I needed to do some additional shopping. I was going to stop at this place called Esmerelda’s but there was a couple of cop cars in the parking lot and they didn’t look like they were there to get the food. Definitely looked like some kind of fight had been going on so I decided just to head to the wallyworld in Cortez and finish up there. Plus I needed to get Benny more socks; three of his socks were coming unraveled and another looked like the heel was about to get a hole in it. I don’t mind mending … not much anyway … but I already have a couple of my t-shirts that need sewing in the shoulder … again. And I needed a new bra which was never the fun and happy most girls made it out to be. I'm broad across the back and not exactly the same in the front if you catch my drift. Sports bras are my friend but they have to be the right kind. Lucky for me the ones they sell at wallyworld work pretty well because there is no way I was going to go traipsing through the mall trying to find something that fit that didn’t look like it came from the wrong kind of catalog. I've been forced to do that a couple of times and the other customers always try to figure out what flavor I am. I swear, your average human has no boundaries. I know some people on the receiving end of that seem to enjoy it. Not me.

I grabbed what I needed first so I wouldn’t forget or put it off – I hate shopping for clothes – and then, with list in hand, picked up the remainder of what I was looking for. And that included switching out two of the propane tanks.

“Wow Aunt Gus, that’s a lot of stuff.”

“Yeah. My card is going to faint.”

“Really?”

“No you Goofus. I just mean that it is a lot of money in this cart so we aren’t going to waste it.”

“Will it all fit in the frigieator?”

“Refrigerator. And no. But some of it is going on the dehydrator tonight and then again tomorrow. We have a full hook up site.”

“We can plug in the Ark?”

“Yep." And knowing what was coming next I told him, "And yes, if we get all of our chores done and there’s nothing good at the amphitheater you can listen to the end of your story with your headphones on.”

He grinned broadly and I headed to the front of the store and then stopped. There were people manning the registers with a lot of people in both lines. Didn’t see that often these days. I looked to see if there was anything wrong with the self-service machines and they were fine, they just weren’t accepting cash. I had come prepared for both situations because you never knew. I preferred the self service myself though I always heard people grumbling about how things used to be. The big box stores used to have people running the registers all the time like they have at smaller stores. I prefer the self-serve to avoid people being nosey … or giving me weird looks when I used cash. They always make me feel like a criminal when I make them have to remember how to count money.

It took a few minutes to cram everything in the van around the mess we already had with all the boxes from my ship-to-store purchase and the stuff I bought at the carneceria. Then it was into the van and finally on our way into Mesa Verde National Park.
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It was three o’clock before we got in and we headed straight to the visitor center because it closed at five o’clock. I already had a print out of the junior ranger booklet so we stuck to looking at all the displays and sign-thingies. The Native American jewelry, pottery, and basket displays were very cool. Some of them reminded me of the Smithsonian Native American Museum in DC.

I picked up a flyer for the Morefield Explorer Scavenger Hunt that Benny and I will work on tomorrow. You have to find information stations around the park, answer a few questions and then you earn a prize.

We left right before the visitor center closed which meant we made it to the check in station for the Morefield Campground before it closed. The RV spots aren’t as “pretty” as the tent camp sites but the electric and water makes up for that. Sure was nice not to have to worry about using all of the batteries or recharging the batteries because I was going to be using some power.
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We were the smallest “RV” in camp. There were a couple of pull-behind trailers but they were on a different loop since they didn’t use full hookups. I got us backed in and then told Benny he could get the crew out and take some pictures at the picnic table while I dug out the dehydrator and started dinner.

“Shrimp tacos?” he asked hopefully.

“Gooood memory Little Bear.”

“May I take pictures with the GoPro?”

“GoPro isn’t charged but if you promise, absolutely promise to be careful so you don’t drop your tablet, you can use that to take pictures with and then I’ll download those tonight.”

Big grin and then he spent an hour doing that while I dug out the dehydrator and got the first batch of stuff drying, set up the Bio-Lite to grill the shrimp (I bought them already seasoned at the Mexican place in Montrose), got the rest of the ingredients set aside for dinner and dessert, strung the clothes line (with Benny’s help) and started separating our dirty laundry so I could clean a load of t-shirts and under clothes and the remainder take to the laundromat to wash while we showered.

Sounds hectic but it is now just part of our routine and not much different from what I would do on grocery and laundry days before we started the road trip. I hate to say it but Penny got to be all but useless with that stuff. I tried to see if it made her feel connected and useful to help but that didn’t jingle her bells. Towards the end it was a struggle for me just to get her to keep herself clean. Gah. Memories. I wish some of them would take a hike.

We really don’t have that many clothes, so I try and keep them washed, or at least rinsed out, between camps with laundromats. And since there were also showers we used their hot water instead of ours and saved the propane. I made sure to throw Benny’s new socks and my new bras (I bought two so I won’t have to wear sweat soaked bras all day long on some days) in with the dirty laundry to wash out the excess starch and dyes.

Benny and I hadn’t gotten much exercise in today and I could tell Benny was still bouncy. Aunt Gus had a remedy for that.

“Guess what?”

Hopefully he asked, “I can stay up and see the stars with the crew?”

“That too but I’ve got a special surprise dessert.”

He looked at me like he didn’t think he’d heard what I said. Dessert is not an every day occurrence for us. I just don’t like either one of us to have too much sugar. We both turn into the energizer Tasmanian devil, and sometimes the cranky energizer Tasmanian devil.

I pulled out two bananas, some mini marshmallows, and a few dark chocolate chips.
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“Banana boats!”

“Shhhhh,” I said laughing. “It is getting towards quiet time and there might be babies around here. You don’t want to wake them up.”

“Sorry,” he whispered. Then he whispered, “Banana boats! Hooray!”

I used some aluminum foil and the Bio-Lite and in no time flat we both had an ooey-gooey delicioso treat. And just like I expected, within thirty minutes he carb-crashed straight to sleep. Lucky for me he was already in his PJs, teeth brushed, with the crew all arranged … Lily and Billy had been readily accepted after proving that they like popcorn and know how to share … and was listening to Benny Benson: An Alaskan Kid Who Made History with his head phones. Anything with “Benny” in the title thrills him to pieces and this was a good story that is actually true.

I wish I could work Alaska into our itinerary but it just isn’t happening. The cost of getting to Alaska – even just driving the van – and then the return trip just isn’t feasible. Not to mention you can only drive to a couple of the national parks up there, the rest of them you have to fly to. Maybe one of these days.

I just got everything cleaned up and the laundry on the line brought in when a gentle rain started. I figured that was a signal to call it a night, so I wrote a couple of pieces for the blog and also added a couple of recipes to that section and got everything indexed with links to the gluten-free ingredients. I also cross link as much as I can. It’s work but I’m hoping that it makes things more useful. And if I’m honest I also hope it drives people to my affiliate links. I don’t expect other people to completely pay for my lifestyle choice, but if it helps me to give Benny some memories I’m not going to pretend it isn’t helpful to us.
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I’m going to have to let the dehydrator run all night. It is a newer model and the fan is ultra quiet so it isn’t even like having a white noise machine to sleep by. I’ll put the dried stuff all away in the morning while we eat breakfast and then start another batch tomorrow night. Might as well take advantage of the electric while we have it. I might even make up some recipes that I found online that you are supposed to dry afterwards for using while you are camping or hiking. If it works the dehydrator is going to become more than ballast from here on out … when we have electric we can use.

We’ll go to the ranger program tomorrow night. Today has been about catching up … groceries, laundry, showers, etc. I trimmed my hair tonight and tomorrow I’ll use the hair clippers on Benny. I can tell it is starting to bother him because he keeps scratching the back of his neck and there’s no bug bite back there. After tomorrow’s shower I’m going to tackle Little Bear’s claws. That boy is developing some bandsaws on the ends of his toes.
 

Griz3752

Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Perfect timing, I am going to Gunnison next month!! Am really enjoying this, excited to be able to live parts of this story in the next few months, now planning some detours as I wander in my RV!
Perfect!!!
Another long term project for our Kathy! Custom Road Trip planning!

Where would you find the extra week per month that would take?
 

Kathy in FL

Administrator
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May 26 – 28: Mesa Verde National Park, Colorado (part 2)

May 27th
Started early this morning after a breakfast from a new oatmeal recipe. Benny and I both liked the pineapple in it, but the carrot was kinda strange. I thought it would taste more like carrot cake, which used to be my favorite cake next to Spanish bar spice cake, but it didn’t quite hit the mark. It was good, just not great. It might have been because my brain kept thinking it was eating cake, my taste buds expected regular oatmeal, and I got neither. We cleaned our bowls though because we had a longer hike ahead of us.

We were one of the first ones out of camp though it looked like some of the tent campers were trying to wake up and get going. There were a couple over in the Smoke Zone with a cig in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. Glad I don’t have either of those vices, I’ve got enough expenses to worry about. With the tariffs on imported coffee … youch. I know because Groucho is a coffee-holic, but they now keep their stuff locked in the safe because of break-ins. I don’t know much about cigs but I was listening to someone in the laundromat last night talking how they were stopping at all the reservations that sold cigs on their trip and stocking up because of the price savings. I guess everyone has different needs. I need to keep an eye on Benny’s needs.
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I had to gather my thoughts and file them in the “later” section of my brain as I needed my attention for the trail we were doing. Prater Ridge Trail is 7.8 miles round-trip and begins at the west end of Morefield Campground. Hurray, we could leave the van in camp to start. The trail ascends Prater Ridge and follows a loop around the top of the ridge, returning via the same route. A cut-off trail can be taken which shortens the trail to five miles, but we didn’t do that though the cut-off is well-used. The highlight of the trail is the changes in elevation and vegetation along with views of the surrounding area.

Both going to the trailhead and walking back from it to the van Benny hunted up the signs for the Morefield Explorer Scavenger Hunt. How it works is thirty information stations are scattered throughout Morefield campground. Each sign helps to answer a question or puzzle on the flyer. Little Bear is already half way through the activity but I told him to save the rest for tomorrow and to work on some of his Junior Ranger stuff today. The plan was for him to finish the remainder tomorrow which is our last day here.

I almost gave into temptation and ate at the Spruce Tree Terrace (a café), but I didn’t see anything that looked like it might not be a problem for Benny. Instead we went back to the van and I fixed Benny’s version of grilled cheese using cheddar and gluten free bread, and had sides of Veggie Straws (a kind of chip) and a fruit slushie.
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After lunch we did a couple of smaller hikes. First was Knife Edge Trail. The 2-mile round-trip trail follows a section of the old Knife Edge Road, from the northwest corner of Morefield Campground towards the Montezuma Valley Overlook. This trail provides good views of Montezuma Valley and it supposed to be a good place to watch a sunset. Depending on what we have going on tomorrow evening I might see if Benny wants to do that. The Knife Edge Road was built in 1914 as the main access into the park. In the visitor center there is an exhibit where old-timers talk about what a feat it was to build, or "hang," a road on the steep bluff.
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Point Lookout Trail was the other trail we did. It is 2.2 miles round-trip and switchbacks up the back side of Point Lookout and goes to the top of the mesa. This trail provided excellent views of Montezuma and Mancos valleys, as well as the surrounding countryside. The switchbacks were fun, better than a straight up and steep kind of trail. Kept erosion down as well.

Got an email notice that the discount for the camp had been returned to my account. It is normally $50/night but with the Gold Star Family discount of 50% that took it from $150 down to $75. I paid for all the reservations before we left Key West so I suppose technically I can consider anything refunded a kind of bonus so long as I don’t become dependent on the refunds. It was almost a temptation to go spend it but I managed the temptation and I’m just moving the refunds as I can over into savings to use when the trip is over, or if Benny needs something.

Besides I have no clue where I would put some of the things that tempted me today. Add to that they were breakable, and I think I made the wiser choice to keep the money in the bank. But I have to say the pottery and Hopi Kachina dolls are pretty neat.

Turns out there is more than one type of doll. For example, the Koyemsi, or Mudhead Kachina, is the Hopi version of a clown. I didn’t think their culture had clowns. Learn something new every day. I also learned something about the “Kachina” in general. The word kachina is used by outsiders to refer to any of the hundreds of spiritual beings central to Hopi religious life as well as to the dolls that depict them. However, according to the Hopi, katsina (kahtsee-nah) is more correct and preferred. Also the dolls are traditionally carved from the roots of cottonwood trees which once were abundant on the Hopi lands. Savvy collectors look for dolls that are carved from a single root; most modern dolls on the market are pieced together from carvings made from smaller roots.
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There are also different kinds of pottery. Santa Clara and Acoma pottery styles are nice but my favorite was the Navajo Horse Hair pottery.

We had dinner early – Shepherd’s Pie Baked Potatoes – and then walked around and Benny finished the scavenger hunt before heading the amphitheater show. We'll turn it in tomorrow at some point with the rest of his Junior Ranger activities.

At the amphitheater tonight we learned that in 1907, archeologist Jesse Fewkes began the first evening campfire talks at Mesa Verde. Tonight’s campfire was about the cliff dwellings. I found it interesting and gave Benny and I an idea of what we would be seeing and doing tomorrow. I hadn’t timed our tour for the first day we were here just in case there was a schedule kaflooey. Some of the tours booked up fast.
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Benny went to sleep not long after we got back from the amphitheater, but I stayed up adulting. I helped the couple in the RV across from us seal a leak in their freshwater hose. Wasn’t a big deal to patch it – just used some clear flex tape and they already have an appointment some place down the road. I rinsed our socks and hung them to dry before dinner so those I had to bring in. And then I sat and enjoyed the quiet and the stars. I love my Little Bear but I don’t mind alone time either, which I really haven’t gotten much of since Penny did what she did. Journaling is turning out to be a good thing. I’m not backsliding on my dyslexia and I usually am able to hit the hay with most of what is weighing me down lightened up a bit. If nothing else it is helping me keep things straight in my head and organized for day-to-day.
 

Sportsman

Veteran Member
Thanks, Kathy. This is one huge trip down memory lane for me, and probably many others. The Gunnison/RMNP/Colorado portion I've done several times. One trip, a long vacation on a motorcycle, was fantastic in that part of the country.
 

Smitty60

Contributing Member
Spanish bar spice cake. That brings back some good memories. I believe it had white frosting and raisins. We used to get it at the A&P. That was in the 70's. Mmm good. Thanks for the memory kathy
 

Kathy in FL

Administrator
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May 26 – 28: Mesa Verde National Park, Colorado (part 3)

May 28th
We were bang on the dot at 9 am to tour the Cliff Dwellings. They used to not open the Cliff Palace until the middle of June but due to crowds they’ve been opening them a few days earlier each year for a while. There was a little road construction to get where we needed to go but because we arrived early it wasn’t awful like it was for those who toured later in the day.
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The Cliff Palace is called the crown jewel of Mesa Verde National Park and an architectural masterpiece for its time. For anytime once you think about how intricate some of the dwellings are. The Cliff Palace is the largest cliff dwelling in North America and was built some time between 1190 and 1280. It was home to over 100 of the Ancestral Pueblo people according to the archaeologists. The tour was only 30 minutes but had a ranger to guide us and provide commentary and explain what we were seeing. It was a work out as well, especially for some people. The trail was only a quarter mile but the elevation change was a hundred feet between going up and down uneven stone steps and climbing the flour ladders.

From the Cliff Palace we went straight to the Long House. This ranger guided tour lasted a full hour. The difference in the two tours was pretty obvious. The Cliff Palace, being the most popular, was the busiest. The Long House tour offered an opportunity to enjoy the quieter side of Mesa Verde. Even though it is the second-largest cliff dwelling, Long House feels intimate. There’s landscapes, picturesque views of distant canyons and mesas, and an active seep spring within the dwelling itself which was pretty cool. They trail was also much longer; 2.25 miles roundtrip with an elevation gain of about 130 feet and climbing two 15-foot ladders within the site. The ladders didn’t look that long until you were on them. Three of our group couldn’t get up and then off the ladder without assistance. I left Benny at the top of each one and helped the three ladies keep their balance.

At the end of the tour, the brother of one of the three women stopped me and said thank you. He wanted to buy Benny and I lunch. It was Benny that piped up, “You don’t get paid for doing good deeds. Doing good deeds is payment enough.”
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The man grinned and brushed back his silver hair and held it out of his face with a US Navy Veteran cap. “Good deal, a man after my own heart.”

Benny stood straight and tall and said, “Yes Sir!”

A breeze saw one of the women’s sun visors blow off and into the dust and I sent Benny after it with nod of my head.

“The boy recognizes my hat doesn’t he.”

“Yes Sir. His father … didn’t come home from deployment.”

“Saw his bracelet. Had a son that … didn’t come home. The grief of it is what got my wife.” He cocked an eye at me, like he was wondering.

I decided to save him from having to pull it out of me and explained, “Benny is my nephew. My brother raised me after our father passed and now, I’m raising his son.”

“His mother not in the picture?”

“Let’s just say … grief got her.”

He nodded and I think he may have understood all too well.

We all headed our separate ways, and I was climbing in the van when the ranger hailed me. I stepped out after telling Benny to make sure the Crew had their seat belts on.

“Aunt Gus and Little Bear?”

Geez that is getting embarrassing.

“Yes Sir, can I help you?”

“No, but I think I might be able to help you. We aren’t advertising it, but if you go over to the visitor center and tell them who you are, Little Bear there can see some Collared Lizards that are being rehabilitated. They were taken from an animal smuggler and we are going to see if we can get them back into the wild where they belong.”

From the look on Benny Big Ear’s face it was obvious he wanted to so I said thank you and that’s the direction we headed. It wasn’t going to hurt anything because frankly I was a little out of things to do and we needed to turn in Benny’s Junior Ranger stuff anyway.
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Got to the visitor center and not only did we get to see these freaky looking lizards, but a couple of rangers offered to show us the other cliff dwellings in the park. And I didn’t even have to drive. We joined a special, ranger-led tour group in an old Land Rover. I got so turned around I’m not sure I remember which order these were in, but they were all cool.
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The Mesa Top Loop Road was a 6-mile drive that the ranger described as a tour through time. Along the road, we would hop out and take short, easy paved trails to view twelve archeological sites, including surface sites and overlooks of cliff dwellings. One of the couples with us were photographers and were apparently getting great shots. My phone did good for me and when I downloaded them tonight I can’t believe how well they turned out. Highlights of this part included Square Tower House Overlook, and views of Cliff Palace from Sun Point View and Sun Temple. The loop road gets shut from 8 pm to 8 am and ever week during the summer the ranger told us that they have to go collect people that have gotten themselves locked in or they catch people trying to camp at the cliff dwellings and blame getting locked in. Suuuuure they did.
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Another area we toured is called Far View Sites Complex. This “complex” include five mesa top villages and Far View Reservoir. The villages included Far View House, four other villages, and a dry reservoir. In ancient times, the community would have been equal to your middle income neighborhood interspersed with small farm fields. It was a place was an active neighborhood, sort of like some suburbs are today … parties, get togethers, neighborhood watch, mutual aid groups, etc. But they also appear to be very dynamic as well with success being weather and climate driven and if they had to compete with other villages for natural resources or defend against them. A wooded trail meandered through the six sites, with those sign thingies that told about the buildings and people who lived in them, their culture, etc. The trail wasn’t long – roughly 0.75 miles – and was fairly level but unpaved.
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Spruce Tree House is the best-preserved cliff dwelling in the park. The problem is that there have been a lot of rockslides and falling rocks surrounding the archaeological site for the last few decades and once it was closed, they’ve never gotten around to reopening the site. You can still from it from the Chapin Mesa viewpoint, but you just can’t go to it. The ranger said there was some thought put into whether they should fence it off, but it would have ruined the aesthetics. So far people have mostly followed the rules, but they have caught thieves from time to time trying to skim stones, etc. to sell on the black market.

Cedar Tree Tower is a kiva complex. Nearby there is a half-mile loop trail that takes you through a farming terrace where you can see a series of ancient check dams. I had to take the ranger at his word because I had a hard time seeing how it worked. Apparently, somehow, the people that lived in and near the kiva would save enough water in reservoirs of some type that they could water their fields during the growing season.

The Step House area had a pit house type building, petroglyphs and a small cliff dwelling. It was the most difficult to get to and one lady remained with the Land Rover. We had to make a hundred-foot descent and ascent on a winding path. The path itself was one mile round-trip so wasn’t long but it was the up and down that was getting to people. It took nearly an hour to do the trail but most of that was because of the ranger talking and people asking questions.
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The Badger House Trail was the longest and our last hike with the ranger. The trail was two and a quarter miles long and took us to four mesa top sites. The ranger said it was a journey through 600 years of prehistory. When we finally said thank you and good bye to the ranger and the rest of the group Benny wanted to know what “prehistory” meant.

“I thought you said everything that happens before right now is history.”

The boy keeps me on my toes. “Good catch Little Bear. Usually when people say ‘prehistory’ they mean stuff that happened before history was written down. And just to make your thinker even more confused, prehistory can be different in different parts of the world. Medieval Europe definitely had a written history before the Ancient Pueblo people did even though they lived about the same time. But don’t take that to mean that the Ancient Pueblo people weren’t smart.”

He shook his head emphatically. “No way. I mean look at their cool houses. I’d live in one.”

That gave me an opening. “What kind of house would you like to live in when our adventure is over?”

“We aren’t going to live in the Ark?”

“Might have to, at least for a while. I’m … I’m not twenty-one yet and while I’m a grown-up, I’m not quite the grown-up banks and businesses want to do business with … yet. I'm going to figure it out though so don't worry.”

I miscalculated and I could see Benny getting sad. “Why couldn’t Momma have been the grown up so we wouldn’t have to figure things out? She never did grown up things like cook and stuff like you do. And she cried a bunch even before Daddy went to Heaven. Why?”

Boy did I put my foot in it. Ask one question expecting to go one way only for it to go someplace completely different. “I don’t know Benny. I wish I did. I wish I could have helped Penny but no matter what I tried she just got a little broker as each day passed. Your mother loved you, of that I am absolutely sure. I’m just not sure she loved herself very much. Lawrence always knew what to say to put a smile back on her face, he was good at that even when he was being tough. You remember that?”

“Uh huh. Momma would smile when Daddy was there. When he wasn’t, she didn’t seem to want to. Not … not even for me.”

“It isn’t that she didn’t want to I’m pretty sure. I just … look, do you remember Uncle Groucho telling me that Penny … your mom … had it rough when she was a kiddo?”

He thought and then said, “Kinda. Uncle Groucho said her mom was a hot mess.”

I almost choked on the water I’d taken a sip of from my Nalgene bottle. “Er … yeah. She didn’t make good choices from what I understand. And since Groucho was the one there to see it I’ll have to take his word on it. And your mom’s mom … your grandmother … didn’t raise your mom very well. And … then your mom had to go live with her grown up sister that was kind of a mess herself. Your mom just wasn’t taught a lot of coping skills for her emotions and they … hmmm … they had too much control over how she acted and thought. It’s not wrong to have emotions, or even strong emotions. It’s not a sin to be sad or angry or any other human emotion the Creator built us with. It’s when we let those emotions drive us instead of using the good thinking skills the Creator wants us to use that things get out of balance. And sometimes, that balance can get so out of whack that … that …”

“That it makes you want to go away and never come back,” he said sadly.

Whew. “Yeah. Sometimes. Um … look, have you ever felt … uh …”

“No. I ‘member Daddy saying that I could be strong and stuff like that. Uncle Groucho told me that too. So did Stella. And you’ve always been there Aunt Gus. With people telling me stuff I ‘member I don’t have to feel like Momma and even if I did, I could talk to you about it. Stella said I could always talk to you, and you’d always listen, no matter what.”

“You betcha Little Bear. We have each other’s back.”

He slowly smiled and said, “We do! Uh … what’s wrong with that car?”

Well, I suppose that is good enough segue as any from that particular conversation but I put it on my list that the next time I talked to Groucho I wanted a moment with Stella. I needed to know if she had one of her “special feelings” about Benny.

As for what was wrong with that car, I spent the next hour helping a throuple – no, I’m not kidding, and yes, it was weird despite them just passing a law last year allowing legal marriages for menage a trois – take their tire off, plug the hole, put it back on, and air it up.

“You know, there’s three of you. At least one of you needs to learn how to do this stuff. You got kids and everything.”

Mizz I-am-the-boss-of-this-here-rodeo snapped, “Are you criticizing us? That is a very prejudice …”

“Whoa. Don’t even go there. I just spent an hour helping you fix a tire to keep you from having to sit in the heat for however long. By the way, you’re welcome. And I’m dirty. I’m sweaty. And I have my own kidlet to take care of, which I put on hold for your sakes rather than his. Even he could do a few things like hold a tool. So just settle your horses, you don’t need to get snotty. I was making a suggestion, not giving you a sermon. Just ignore if you don’t want it.”

I turned and walked away and kept on walking without saying another word. No, I didn’t gain any satisfaction that I left them standing there with their mouths open. What I kept was my own self-respect. I did a good deed. And I walked away from a situation where someone was trying to bring me down. Plus, I think I set a good example for Benny who actually helped me when the kids in the other car couldn’t be bothered to do a blessed thing but complain about being hot and hungry. Hmph. Maybe I am a little angrier in hindsight but honestly, I don’t care what flavor they are, some people need a reality check. They didn’t even offer to pay for the supplies I used out of my tool bag … like the tire plug and the portable air compressor.

Speaking of good deeds, got back to camp to find the couple with the water hose issue had left but stuck to the electric box at our site was a note that simply said, “Thank you so very much for the help!” Someone had drawn an RV and a couple of stick figures with thumbs up. Nothing else but that was more than plenty. I showed it to Benny who agreed, “That’s really nice! Makes us want to help more people doesn’t it.”

“It does.”

He made a face like he was going to say something then changed tack and said, “The crew and I are going to wash up Aunt Gus. Then we’ll help make dinner. How’s that?”

I chuckled and said, “Sounds like a great idea. How about we roast weenies with the solar cooker for dinner instead of anything fancy?”
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“Oh yum! I love me some hot dog.”

“You Goofus,” I laughed because he was doing the weird Snoopy dance again. I swear I don’t know where he picks some of this stuff up. I don’t act that way … do I?! Good grief.

After dinner since the amphitheater show was a repeat, we decided to wash our bedding at the laundromat and take showers. The next week or more, can’t think off the top of my head for sure right now, we aren’t going to have any hook ups and I’m not sure of the facilities in the campgrounds either. Full hookups are a luxury. I’m going to miss the water and electric but the Ark is built to be off-grid. I’ve yet to run out of battery charge, then again the lithium batteries charge with the solar panels or when I am driving. Which reminds me, I should climb up there and make sure there is no dust or anything obscuring the panels, but not tonight.
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I’m glad that I got dehydrated what I have. Tonight I put the last batch of fresh stuff on the screens and in the morning it will be a quick dump into zip bags. When I have spare time over the next couple of nights … assuming I have a signal I can use … I will look up more recipes. I’m going to do some of that tonight while enjoying the stars. Benny is “camping” with the Crew in a “tent” he built over his sleeping area. He has promised to put it away in the morning with the rest of his bedding while I fix breakfast smoothies before we head out in the morning. Better stop typing and get to the doing or we’ll be late leaving in the morning.

Cumulative Fuel Expense: $3083
Cumulative Accommodation Expense: $1107
Cumulative miles: 7396

Resources:
Mesa Verde Junior Ranger Booklet (nps.gov)
Shrimp Tacos with Cilantro Lime Crema | Natural Grocers
Benny Benson: An Alaska Kid Who Made History | Alaska Historical Society
Carrot Pineapple Oatmeal | The Oatmeal Artist
Shepherd’s Pie Baked Potatoes | Natural Grocers
 

Sportsman

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Thanks again. Great story. But.... some day you should explain to us how they found room for an Excalibur in a class B? Assuming it's artistic license<G>.
 
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