Saturday, June 27, 2015

Silverton, CO: The Higher the Altitude, The Better the Attitude (Days 3-5 of 42)

Traveling from the low-country of Cortez to the high-country of Silverton, CO at 9,350 feet elevation, was a slow-going affair, but in order to get to views like this ...


...you have to endure a lot of roads with signs like this:




That's the Lucky Charm!  Roaring by at 10 MPH!

The reward, however, is the charming town of Silverton,
 set into a beautiful mountain-rimmed valley.

The saying is true:  "The higher the altitude, the better your attitude!"  (insert smiley face) 


Silverton is perhaps best-known for its starring role in the Durango-Silverton Narrow Gauge Railroad, and the train pulls into town multiple times a day, depositing happy tourists in search of t-shirts, collectible snow globes, and $17 cheeseburgers.


Our RV site at Silver Summit RV Park had the best possible views of the 
mountainside, two rushing waterfalls, and the train cheerfully chugging by.  Toot toot!


Silverton has a long mining-town history since the late 1800's, and an excellent mining musuem ...


...and where you have a mining town, you have the requisite street of ill repute.  
In Silverton, it is called Blair Street and back in the day, there were more than
30 whorehouses that lined this street to give the miners some necessary relief.
The present-day buildings give a nod to their heritage.




The town's Hillside Cemetery has more than 3,300 "residents" but less than 2,000 gravestones. During the flu epidemic of the early century, more than 10% of the city perished all at once and were buried in mass graves.  Many of the burial sites have only simple stamped markers like this one.


This particularly touching grave site includes the iron crib of a one-year-old who passed.


All that death made us hungry so we stopped at Avalanche Brewing Co.
 for some of the best handcrafted brewskis and pizza around.
Check out their cute fence made of skis!



Our most exciting adventure, however, was navigating the Alpine Loop! This 72-mile, 7-hour long adventure takes you on roads that only 4x4's with 4WD can navigate, up to the highest point of Cinnamon Pass and Engineer's Pass at 12,800 feet and then back down again. Steep climbs, huge rocks, deep mud, and intense snow made for a lot of excitement!



On the Alpine Loop, you go from the warmest, driest weather ....


...to the most impassable snow-topped mountains imaginable!  All in just a few hours!

View out the windshield!  




In many places at the top, the road is about 75% of a car width wide, with sheer dropoffs on both sides.  If a car is coming from the other direction, one of you has to back up until there is room to both squeeze by each other!  The F-bombs were flying!  Divorce was threatened!  Prayers were said! Fingernails bitten off!  But thanks to Philip's expert navigating, we made it off the mountain alive.  

But truly ... it was the adventure of a lifetime!

This person did not navigate the roads very well!
Along the way, we saw abandoned mines, ramshackle cabins, falling down mills, and remnants of ghost towns from the old mining days up in those hills.  In one ghost town, Animas Forks, some of the buildings have been partially restored and you are allowed to tromp around in them.






We loved Silverton, but the Lucky Charm is on the move again ... 
next up:  Ouray, Ridgway and Telluride!  


Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Cortez, CO: Rocky Mountain Highs (Days 1-2 of 42)

With the mercury hitting 115 degrees in Phoenix, it was time to hit the road for our annual 6-week RV adventure in the Lucky Charm:  2,911 miles round-trip throughout Colorado with a side trip to the Black Hills of South Dakota!  A trip we have chosen to name "Rocky Mountain Highs!"




Day 1 had us driving to Mesa Verde National Park just outside Cortez, CO, but to get there we had to pass Four Corners, the only point in the U.S. where four states touch each other (but not in an inappropriate way).  We just HAD to stop ... 


...but were a little taken aback by the sign at the entrance.  What prior "incident" caused them to prohibit us from bringing our spare cremated human remains along with us?


We figured we'd be in and out in 10 minutes!  But did NOT count on this line.  Whaaaat?


And, keep in mind it was still 110+ degrees.  The more enterprising Native Americans have set up booths selling jewelry and other crap, I mean heirlooms, all around the perimeter of the monument, but not selling water (or any other beverages) to sweltering humans!  Note to self, time to sponsor a "Recognizing Entepreneurship Opportunities" workshop at Indian Headquarters.  

The line also moved very slowly because every family seemed to have 8 children and each family member wanted a picture in each of the four state quadrants.  Do the math, and you can believe we weren't down for joining the sweaty masses for an hour or more.


We arrived at Mesa Verde and checked into a beautiful campground with full 
(water, electric and sewer) RV hookups -- unheard of in a national park!  
Kinda like winning the lottery!  It was gorgeous!


Mesa Verde National Park (15 miles from Cortez) was created in 1906 to preserve the archeological heritage of the Ancestral Peubloean people, and includes over 4,500 archeological sites and 600 cliff dwellings.  

We took a fascinating four-hour tour (highly recommended) which was led by David Whiteeagle, an extremely entertaining tour guide who is also an accomplished flute builder and player (and if you believe him, also tamed a wild coyote into a pet, and hangs drywall really straight).


The tour took us to many cool sites, starting with the earliest pit construction from approximately 600 A.D., but the "crown jewel" is the Cliff Palace, which is more of a young'un with a birthdate around 1120 A.D.  It was abandoned around 1300, most likely from a megadrought interrupting the food supply (HELLO, global warming!).  Here is a view across the canyon:


You can visit Cliff Palace with a ranger-led tour.  It is believed to have been 151 different rooms and more than 20 kivas, and was the "town square" for the tribe for a short 100 years.  Look at the scale with people in it below, and keep in mind that the majority of the walls and rooms are all collapsed down, so it was truly huge back in the day:


To get to it, you have to descend down uneven stone steps and climb four different ladders.  
Ole "new-hips" did great, just 9 weeks post-surgery!


We also visited the charming little farming town of Mancos, which boasts numerous little artsy shops and galleries, as well as a famous/popular/packed bakery and breakfast place, Absolute Bakery Cafe.


Another coffee place in town had ramshackle but adorable seating out front, 
and (creepy?) surprises coming from the original tin ceiling.


And last but not least, Mancos (like most other Colorado towns) has a brand-spanking new recreational marijuana store.  Although we are not users, curiosity got the best of us and we stepped inside, donning dark glasses and looking back over our shoulders the whole time, just in case.

The lobby was like being in somebody's beautifully-furnished living room. I snapped a picture of this really beautiful wood carving (it's massive, see the electrical outlet below?) before they told me pictures are not allowed inside the building.


Then, you are called individually into the back room, which (at least at this place) was clean, bright, shiny, cheerful.  Like shopping for cosmetics!  Your "budtender" (like bartender, get it) shows you all kinds of different products, all with ridiculous names like Strawberry Cough, Golden Goat, Trainwreck, Girl Scout Cookies, Barack O Bubba, on and on and on.  The two lady budtenders endured our endless idiotic questions with patient tolerance, of course they were high themselves FOR SURE, so what else would you expect? They've got smokables, edibles, vapes, tinctures, tonics, you name it, but what we ended up leaving with was just a really fun experience!

Colorado is beautiful, but so far we are still in the lower elevations, and we wanna wear at least one of the 22 heavy jackets we packed, by golly!  So up next, we head from 6,200 feet elevation along the pass between Silverton and Ouray, at 11,000+ feet!  Rocky Mountain Highs, indeed!

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Phoenix, AZ: No Adult Diapers in the Porta-Potties, Please!

February, 2015:  Our first official "RV Rally" -- not just any rally, but the biggest organized rally in the nation!  And being held right in our own backyard this year, at Phoenix International Raceway!  How could we resist?

This sucker is HUGE, with more than 6,000 attendees.  The infield of the track had hundreds of exhibitor booths, concession stands, RV manufacturers showing off their latest and greatest, RV dealers, ongoing seminars, concerts, parades, a 5K run, blood drive, craft fair, pet adoptions, and lots, lots more.

The sea of white in the background below is all the attendees rigs, camping there for 4-7 days. Vendors would come right to you if you needed repairs, an awning replaced, a satellite system installed, a new windshield, whatever your heart desired! 





If you look below the big sign, you will see the sign that was of greater importance to Philip.

There were rows and rows and rows of shiny beasts to admire, lots of super-friendly people, and of course those famous Arizona sunsets.





Philip was just 10 days out of a full hip replacement, and just barely starting to walk, so certain concessions to his mobility had to be made!




We knew we would be amongst mostly-older, retired people, but we really were not prepared for the announcements on the first night:

"Ladies and gentlemen:  may we remind you not to put adult diapers in the porta-potties as they have a tendency to expand. Also, no dog poop."

Ladies and gentlemen: please do not move the porta-potties to your own personal RV site.  We simply do not have enough to go around."

And so on.  Who knew seniors could get so crazy?

We also did not realize the seriousness that is the "MATCH-N-WIN" game at these rallies.  In a nutshell, you are assigned a 4-digit number, and you are supposed to find up to three other people at the rally that also have that same number. 


These are our numbers.  We thought you just put them on the RV, but no, you are supposed to wear them on your person.

We didn't really want to play, because, well, just because it seemed stupid and we thought surely nobody actually really plays this game.  Boy were we wrong!  We ventured out for the first time without our numbers (gasp!) and were met with strong disapproval and harsh words from everyone we passed.  "WHERE'S YOUR NUMBER?" they would demand, looking us up and down.  We quickly mumbled a lame excuse, something about Philip's hip replacement and how he couldn't race around looking for numbers, but everyone else was acting like the safety of our planet was riding on this game!  They were flauntin' those numbers everywhere they went, for four straight days!






The two of you matchees, newly acquainted and highly excited (lots of high-pitched screaming), then race off to the Match-N-Win tent to claim your Match-N-Win t-shirt and to be entered in the drawing for the grand prize (we never learned what that might be ... Match-N-Win jammies, maybe?).


These people had never met before.  The magic of Match-N-Win freebies brought them together in love.

We dropped by the Bingo Tent (mostly to hide out from people who were angry about our opting-out of Match-N-Win) and were shocked when Tessa won a $25 Camping World gift certificate in Big-X-Bingo!  On only the third round!  Those old people were shocked that a person of a younger generation had the necessary skills to win at Bingo!  Chalk one up for Generation X!






Also on tap, a Pet Show with categories such as Best Costume (I think they meant pet but many owners seemed eager to dress up, too); Best Look-Alike Owner and Pet; and Best Pet Singing Performance.  Ohhhh-kayyy now.  We personally liked the Supreme Taco Terrier (because it was homemade, and also we were pretty hungry) but the Fiesta Mariachi Chihuahua was the grand prize winner.




   





By far, the most meaningful activity was a mass marriage vow-renewal ceremony.  This was held in an attempt to break the world record for the largest vow renewals, and the magic number to beat was 1,068 couples.  I believe they are still tallying ... slowllly ... as we never heard if that record was topped or not, but regardless, it was fun and meaningful for Philip and me to reconfirm "you're still the one" to each other after 9 years together.



They had a wedding costume contest (of course!) and polled the crowd for statistics.  The couple together the longest has been married 65 years; the shortest, just 6 days!  Also, one couple had only been married 11 months, but they had previously been high school sweethearts 61 years ago!





The Rally had nightly concerts right on the track and the first night featured "OUR" band ... the Dina Preston Band ... who performed not only for Philip's 60th Birthday Party but also our annual Christmas Party last year!  That's how much we love them!  So it was fun to see them on the big stage, with an RV as a backdrop!




Of course, like any trade show event, there are lots of shopping opportunities, although in this case, it'll set ya back $100,000 or more!  But it was lots of fun to traipse through RVs that run all the way up into the $500,000+ range.  We even identified our dream coach when/if we ever upgrade from the Lucky Charm to a larger Class A motorhome, when/if we go into full retirement mode.  Meet the (maybe, possibly, who knows) future Lucky Charm 2 !!!!


Oh yes, we liked it ... we liked it a lot!  The Fleetwood Bounder 35K.  If only 35K were the price, and not the model.
 


 If you were a "serious" buyer, they would even let you test-drive it around the Phoenix International Raceway NASCAR track.  We were not deemed serious enough.  They also looked very suspiciously at the fact that Philip was walking on a cane and limping on his right (driver's) foot.


Who wouldn't want to drive an RV on a NASCAR track!  

And the final wonderful event of the Rally, was the arrival of the Honeydipper Wagon, to save me from the agony of the sewer dump process.  Meet ... my hero!!!!




Although we had a great time, we decided that once you've done a rally, you kinda don't need to do any other rally, unless you had a specific reason of course (meeting up with friends, hard-core comparison shopping, etc.)  The most fun was simply hanging out with like-minded RV'ers who love the RV lifestyle.  Everyone was exceedingly friendly and we had a lot of fun.  Even though the Lucky Charm looked small and simple compared to most of the other rigs, she's "still the one" for us!




Our next big trip isn't planned until May, but in the meantime we are transporting the Arcadia High School "Rhythm of Arcadia" precision drumline members (including son Max) to all of their competitions -- saving $500 per event that the school district wanted to charge them for transportation!  In case you were wondering, our new record is 22 people riding in the RV at one time ... shattering our previous record of 14 during Cardinals tailgating season!  So ... Much ... Fun!!!!!!





Bella and Sprinkles say ... goodbye for now!  Until next time!