I’m not entirely sure how many different things can shoot blood out of their eyes, but I am casting my vote for the Horned Lizard as the coolest among them.
We spotted this fellow while hiking on the Red Shin trail in John Martin Reservoir State Park, Colorado. Continue reading
Sometimes I would like to have the opportunity to meet the individual responsible for naming places. Some names have history, others describe appearances or animals you might happen across (looking at you Golden Warbler Trails in Texas).
And then there are names like Devils Canyon. Obviously the namer thought of this name before he saw the canyon and was just itching to put it to a canyon, any canyon probably. Is there much devilish about this place? Well, its hot. Even in late March it can approach miserable. This is a place I would advise against hiking in high summer. Or at least doing so in the early morning, with lots of water and a hat.
Devils Canyon as best as I can discern is but one of a series of canyons near the Colorado National Monument. As it is near but not in the Monument it is free! Yay!
Ah, espresso. The finest of all beverages. For those of you who adulterate it with milk or cream or sugar…try it plain. Honestly. And not out of a paper* starbucks cup**. Out of a properly preheated ceramic (or if your budget suits: borosilicate) cup.
I considered putting a picture of espresso in here…but honestly pictures just don’t do it justice.
Prior to hitting the road in 16 feet of trailer I had my morning espresso (or 3…or 4…) made in a proper espresso machine. It weighs about 20 pounds/9 kg, and there is not a single cabinet big enough to store it in in the trailer. So I was forced to go without espresso for the duration of the trip.
No. That isn’t how it went. Not at all. Because that would be unacceptable.
I tend to avoid naming names when it comes to products, and have only made exceptions twice that I can think of. This will be the third time. Because for those of you thinking “I want to travel around the country in an RV but how will I have my espresso while dry camping in the Mojave?” there is a solution!
We arrived at Hecla Junction Campground at around 5pm, greeted by a sign announcing “Hecla Junction Campground Closed” in construction-orange lights. Blinking the disbelief from my eyes I spluttered something along the lines of “But I had reservations…”
I wish I had said something a little less whiney at the time. Next time I’ll say something pithier.
County Road 194 is a dirt road that the internet advised me to take caution on as it involves 12% grades. I have learned to respect steep grades, and the steepest labeled grade I’ve driven with the trailer was 10%. That road was paved, with guard rails and what not. And although I wouldn’t hesitate to take that road again, I did have a tiny touch of concern about going steeper. Not to mention the fact that I was of the impression that the road was 12 miles of unpaved steep narrow dirt road leading to the campground. Only 5 miles previously we had seen a fairly cute bed and breakfast with a name invoking something cute about goats.
Our other choices? Well the GPS had decided that it didn’t want to navigate in Colorado. Something about not having the maps blah blah blah, and not having service to download them. Interestingly I could trace the line perfectly well using the road map in the GPS. So I knew the way to this campground. But I knew not a lick about the next one. Sure, I could have gotten it off the internet, had there been any. But there wasn’t. And unlike this campground that I had reservations to, I did not to the next so I didn’t have the convenient confirmation email telling me how to get there.
So a goat themed B&B or 12 miles down a dirt road to an uncertain fate? The dirt road it was. Continue reading
So, for those of you paying attention to dates and such, you may notice that:
a) I’m posting less often
b) The posts mostly pertain to things that happened a couple of weeks ago.
Well, there are a couple reasons for that:
1) We didn’t do a lot of hiking in California (not dog friendly)
2) We didn’t stay still a lot, so lots of miles covered but not as much time to make an impression somewhere
3) Lots of miles covered means a lot of time setting up and breaking down camp, therefore not lots of time to write.
So, here’s the quick recap: