White House, Toadstools & Bryce Canyon ~ OR ~ You’ve Gotta Take a Walk

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As some of you know, not only were we home (Maryland) for almost a month, we’re now on the road again, New York and as of yesterday Vermont, heading for Canada.  Even so, Utah is just so magnificently beautiful and Ed’s photographic eye captures it so well, I still want to share our adventure and lots of pictures with you…   sooooo…

Leaving Wapatki Monument we headed north on US 89 toward Page and Lake Powell which we wrote about back in May of 2017.  We spent the night at the Page Lake Powell Campground where we’ve stayed before and tried to ignore the first really hot day we’d had pretty much this whole trip.

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The water level in Lake Powell is way down.

Utah’s Grand Staircase – Escalante National Monument begins just outside of Page and we had heard good things about the White House Trailhead Campground about 30 miles on up US 89.  Stopping in at the Paria Contact Station, the nice BLM (Bureau of Land Management) lady said we might have a little trouble with the last dip in the dirt road but there was a spot about 1 ¾ miles back where we could camp.  She doesn’t know us 🙂 We went the full 2 miles with no problem and being there early in the day had our choice of 4 of the 6 small sites; (there are also 5 walk-in tent sites beyond these sites).

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Whack-A-Mole Wheels camped at White House Trailhead, in Paria Canyon, Utah.

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The urRu/Mystics were watching over us. You will know the reference or you won’t. But here’s a clue – Dark Crystal.

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The Paria River “flows” down the canyon passed White House Trailhead.

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The wind creates beautiful leaf tracks in the sand and dust.

After our lovely 2 days at White House, we popped back south on US 89 a mile and a half to the Toadstools Trailhead where we did the short and easy hike back to see these fun rock formations.

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Toadstools, also known as Hoodoos, are formed when weathering removes the softer sandstone from around a harder sandstone cap.

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On the trail back to the toadstools, we discovered evidence in the sand of a pursuit of one type of critter by another more slithery type. 🙂

Bryce Canyon National Park was on our list back in the fall of 2016, but at 8,000 to 9,000 feet it was too cold when we were “in the neighborhood” so it was front and center on this Spring’s Utah adventure list.  As navigator, I directed Ed to continue on north along US 89 to Johnson Canyon Road which was supposed to be very pretty. The filming set for the old TV show “Gunsmoke” was also supposed to be on this road.

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The first part of Johnson Canyon Road which was quite beautiful and also paved… Then it becomes rough, washboarded dirt and the country is just flat and ugly.  As far as the Gunsmoke set, it’s on private property and was completely falling down and derelict. Oh, well…

Once out of the awfulness of the end of Johnson Canyon 89 is pretty and unlike the last time we were here the Sevier River had a lot of water in it.  Just shy of four miles down the righthand turn onto Rt 12 we were happy to find a not quite level spot at the first come, first served, Red Canyon Campground in the Dixie National Forest where with our America the Beautiful Senior Pass the price is $9 a night. We ended up staying 4 nights. 🙂

NOTE:  These America the Beautiful LIFETIME passes were only $10 when we bought ours a few years ago.  They have since gone up to $80 but even at that price if you do a lot of national parks, monuments and sites (a handful of states also recognize them) these passes are worth every cent.  Generally, they cut the price of admission either in half or FREE!

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Bryce Point at the furthest point on the road in the park is the start of a nice walk on the Bristlecone Pine Loop trail. There are shuttle buses that do a partial loop in the park.  In an RV when the shuttle is running you cannot stop at those spots so you need to take the shuttle.  However, there are many more viewpoints, including this one where you can park and get out to see the view or hike.

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Natural Bridge is one of the viewpoints where the shuttle bus does not stop.

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Piracy Point, another non-shuttle stop.


Just a couple of words about Bryce and then I will let Ed’s photographs and our comments tell the rest of the story.  First ~ Put this on your MVL (Must Visit List) but DO IT OFF SEASON!  It actually wasn’t too bad but we strongly suggest you start each day early to get a jump on the crowd.  We had a nice chat with one of the shuttle bus drivers when no one else was on board and he said in the last couple of years Utah is making a BIG push to attract tourists. They are pushing extra hard in Asia and Europe and judging from the myriad of languages we heard here (and in 2016 at Zion), they’re getting a huge response. He also said their visitor numbers are doubling every year lately!  Second ~ Stop at every overlook and look 🙂 . Third ~ Hike, a little or a lot, get out and walk at least some of the rim trail and down into the canyon.  Some folks claim it’s all the same but from subtle to radical it’s really all different!  Fourth ~ watch for the Violet-green Swallows.  They are beautiful. Ed tried to get a photo but they are too fast!   Mostly JUST GO!! 🙂




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Swallow nests made of mud from the Paria River at White House Canyon.

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Frank H. Clark, Sept. 25, 1911, left his mark on the wall at White House Trailhead.

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An old stile that was in a fence that is no longer here.  Someone ranched this area back in the day but no longer.

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The sandstone cliffs are what remains of ancient sand dunes and the lovely shapes and patterns are carved by wind and water.

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The swirls and ribbons left by different colored sand and dust blowing into dunes and over the ages metamorphosing into lovely sandstone cliffs.

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And then there’s the color of the cactus blooming amongst the sand dunes.

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Toadstools Trail.  Marti likes the white cliffs better than the toadstool formations.

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This speaks for itself.

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A roadside attraction while Johnson Canyon Road was still pretty.

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In Bryce Canyon, a Peregrine Falcon eyes Ed but decides better of it.

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Another vista at Bryce.

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A fire started by a lightning strike years ago leaves a scar but the forest always comes back.

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John’s Valley Road, a 60-mile side trip originates across from the Bryce Canyon entrance road. We decided we needed a break from all the red and orange rock and so headed north down Black Canyon towards the small town of Antimony. 

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The Osiris site at the base of Black Canyon is now an abandoned mill site.  

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Coming out of John’s Valley Rd, at Kingston and then onto Rt 89, look what we found! Butch Cassidy’s boyhood home.

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The next day we went for a hike down the Queen’s Garden Trail into the canyon.  Marti said it would be fun.  She failed to mention the last mile part…

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Heading down on the Queen’s Garden trail.

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… and down some more.  Why is everybody coming in the other direction?

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Ed found some shade.

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But, it does give you a whole new perspective.

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Still going down…

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And here’s Queen Victoria for whom the gardens are named.

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In case you didn’t see her in the photo above.

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Nearing the end of the down part is the shady part looking down into the valley and Marti’s gourmet lunch, granola bars, and water.

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The up part starts,

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and here’s the part Marti left out, 850ft. up over a mile of trail switchbacks.  The strategy was to go from shady spot to shady spot to get our breath.

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A view of Thor’s Hammer formation near the top.  It was pretty, Ed admits and worth the climb.

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looking back down the trail, you got to admit it’s spectacular.

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Goodbye from Bryce Canyon! We hope you can make it too someday.

Arizona ~ Old and New Favorite Places

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Hi there~ It has been many weeks since our last post but we have excuses 🙂 Our main plan for this summer’s adventure is what I have been calling the “middle bits”.  The areas of southern Utah: Bryce, Grand Staircase – Escalante, Capital Reef, Canyonlands, Arches, Moab and on north somewhere.  WELLLL… even though this post isn’t about any of those places, we have in fact done a bit of the above and there will be a post about that coming soon along with Ed’s wonderful photos.  The excuse for the delay is twofold. First, southern Utah is for all practical purposes off the grid (cell phones included) and we couldn’t do a post. And second, there’s the issue of Ed’s totally unexpected emergency detached retina eye surgery complete with a 2-week restriction on not only travel but reading and using his laptop!  So apologies for the delay and we hope you enjoy the below 🙂  Oh, and yes he’s doing well thank you!                                       *************************************************************

After a quiet night’s sleep at Black Jack Campground we headed on down Rt 78 which for a ways goes through some pretty mountain country

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78 outside of Blackjack and the forest.

but soon opens up and isn’t as nice. We picked up US 191 heading for Safford, (which is sorry to say downright ugly) and then onto Interstate 10.  We had planned to drop south to one of our favorite places, Bisbee, AZ  but when I phoned the campground in town they said they were completely booked.  Soooo we decided to head on to Oro Valley just north of Tucson and one of our other favorite spots, Catalina State Park, but when I phoned they also were full!  Our nonstop good luck seemed to be on hold, (it was Friday night and weekends are often busier) so we headed for Gilbert Ray Campground just west of Tucson where it’s first come first served and we hoped not full.

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Just behind our campsite at Gilbert Ray where it was not full, but in fact almost empty.  Over in front of those mountains is Old Tucson which was built to make movies and has only expanded and grown with many more movies and TV shows. You can take a tour but we didn’t.

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We took a short walk at Gilbert Ray to enjoy the cacti just coming into bloom.  This is a Cholla (choyya) a group of cactus that is perhaps Marti’s favorite.

Every time we’ve been in the Tucson area we’ve planned to go to the Pima Air & Space Museum not for the museum as much as the airplane boneyard.  This time, other than new tennis shoes for me that was the only thing specifically on our MVL (Must Visit List).   We have really been enjoying not planning things out much (or at all) this year but sometimes a little advance research is highly recommended.  Turns out one CAN NOT visit without a 10 BUSINESS DAY ADVANCE REGISTRATION!!!  We have NO IDEA what this is about but find it absolutely ridiculous.  Consequently, it will remain on our MVL for another time.  😦

We ran errands, did some shopping, (did not find my tennis shoes at Fleet Feet but they’re on hold for me in Scottsdale), and had a good steak dinner at The Keg where we always go when in Catalina, where a camping spot had opened up on Saturday 🙂  Interesting side note:  The Keg was the name of a steak restaurant we went to in St. John’s, Newfoundland last summer, so we did some checking.  Not only are they the same, it’s a Canadian company.  The one in Oro Valley is better 🙂

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Other than hiking, our favorite thing to do at Catalina is to watch the stars come out and if we are there at the right time of the month, the moonrise over the Santa Catalina Mountains. For my photographer friends, this is hand-held at 1/10 second ISO 1600, just sayin’. 🙂

Wanting to get on north but also working out a plan to catch up with fellow RV full-timer friend Suzanne (who we last saw in St. John’s) we headed for Prescott another of our favorite places.

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Looking back towards Thumb Butte (on the right) and the Prescott Valley on the left we took a little walk one day.

We did a couple of our usuals, Bill’s Pizza, the Phippen Museum plus a nice visit with Suzanne and then headed for Flagstaff, one of my favorite places.

In Flagstaff, we did a few errands, had lunch at the Bun Huggers which was recommended on roadfood.com… don’t bother, it’s just a very mediocre burger and then went to see the Lowell Observatory.  This place has been on our list each time we’ve visited Flagstaff and since we’ve managed to do a couple of “looking at space” things this trip we made sure to go.  The very wealthy Percival Lowell was awarded a Harvard degree with distinction in mathematics in 1876 and then went on to running a cotton mill for 6 years.  For most of the 1880’s he traveled and lived in the Far East returning to the US in 1893. Fascinated with Mars and wanting to study it extensively, he selected a site (the first time anyone had purposely done so) with elevation, remote and most always clear skies and established his personal observatory at Flagstaff, Arizona Territory in 1894.

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The 13″ Astrograph, a type of telescope used to take pictures only was used to discover Pluto in 1930. Note the wooden film plate at the bottom.

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An 11×14 BW film was used by Clyde Tombaugh in 1930 to make comparative images to note that what turned out to be the object we call Pluto was moving across the star field which does not move.

A note about camping in the Flagstaff area:  The first night we checked a couple boondocking areas.  Probably in response to the fire ban and extreme dry conditions we found that a number of the forest service roads, including FS 6051 were blocked.  We did go out an unmarked FS road (off Snow Bowl Rd) where we saw a couple of folks but it was VERY rough and VERY unlevel.

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We did enjoy the drive up the Snow Bowl road to over 9000 ft. elevation and the ski area where there was not quite enough snow to ski down the mountain.

 

We also checked the boondocking site over by Walnut Canyon and it’s not very level and not pretty, so not for us. We did stay in a spot way out the fairly rough Naval Observatory Road that worked, but I would not take anything much bigger than us past the first section.

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Tucked in the trees off of Naval Observatory road we boondocked overnight and Ed discovered a set of handcuffs burned up in the firepit.  I kid you not!

Next morning we had a check engine light on and very little power but it was Sunday and Mercedes-Benz of Flagstaff was closed. We checked into Greer’s Pine Shadows where we stayed once before.  NEVER stay here!!  They have no dump station, no showers or bathrooms, sites are tight, mostly permanent folks…. we knew all that from before, but we needed a place.  We set up and after a bit Ed went out, raised the hood and checked the oil dip stick and put it back.  He had no tools out anywhere just a rag in his hand as he stood looking at the engine.  A man from the office (across from us) comes blasting out the door screaming at Ed that they don’t allow any mechanical work being done.  Ed say’s “I’m just looking at my engine!”  This jerk yells “Don’t give me no lip, I’m the manager and I’ll throw your ass out of here!”  Ed, pretty sure the guy might slug him next, shuts the hood and comes in the RV.

Next morning first thing, we drove to Mercedes-Benz of Flagstaff, getting there just after they opened. They said they make a point of trying to get travelers in and out fast.  They not only get to us faster than they said they could, they diagnosed the problem, fixed it for cheaper than we expected and sent us on our way.  Good folks!

We stayed the next couple of nights at the NFS Bonito Campground just outside of Sunset Crater.  It is a wonderful, dry, first come first served campground, where there are water spigots, nice bathrooms and very few folks, at least when we were there. 🙂

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Our camping spot next to the lava field at Bonito Campground.  

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That knob on the right between the trees is Sunset Crater in the setting Sun. This short walk is just beyond our campsite.  

We had explored the Sunset Crater Volcano National Monument following the 35-mile loop road around to the far end at Wupatki National Monument back in 2015.  This time we explored the ruins of Wupatki and suggest them, and this whole area, for your MVL.

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The Citadel is the first large ruin one comes to on the loop road from the north entrance. On top of a small hill with a view of the surrounding countryside, 800 years ago the Sinagua culture lived here.

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Looking out from atop the Citadel there are in this photograph ruins of eight other smaller pueblos.  Yes, Marti found them but they are very hard to spot.

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Further down the loop road, Marti walked out to the two dwellings on either side of Box Canyon.  The San Francisco Mountains and Humphrey’s Peak are in the background.

Note: Since we were here and in the last couple of weeks a great deal of Arizona including areas covered in this post are under complete fire bans including camping and hiking due to the extreme drought.




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78 continues beautifully down to the valley and the unfortunately ugly Safford, Arizona.  

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Yet another kind of cholla budding into flower at Gilbert Ray.

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Guess what…?  more Cholla. There are so many different varieties.

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Most plants in the desert can hurt you a little or a lot, but the flowers are magnificent.

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The tall cacti, Suguaro are one our favorites because their expressive arm contortions are so much fun and now they even have flowers.  This is the first time we have seen them in bloom.

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Thumb Butte in the distance west of Prescott, Arizona.

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If you just go for a small walk out of the campground into the forest and the wonderful lava fields at Bonito, particularly as the Sun is setting, you too can revel in the beauty left by the incredible forces of Mother Earth.

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Such peace many centuries after such violence.

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A short hike into the cinders. Life returns via a bazillion pine cones.

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Marti sees creatures everywhere.  Ed, however, being more practical wonders who or what is under that big volcanic rock that fell out of the sky one day about 900 years ago.

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Further beyond the Box Canyon dwellings is the beautiful Lomaki Pueblo.

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Taken from the Wupaki National Monument loop road, the San Francisco Mountains with Flagstaff, Arizona and the Snow Bowl ski area on the other side.

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Wukoki Pueblo. Occupied from between 1120 and 1210 AD this unusual three-story tall pueblo sits atop Moenkopi Sandstone.

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It is hard at first to visually discern where the natural stone outcropping ends and the cut stone masonry begins.  The precision stonework is astonishing.  Perfectly square, plumb corners, built by “primitive” people. They must have had some understanding of basic geometry.

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Pardon Mart’s butt.

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Room interior that shows holes for floor/ceiling joists in the tower room.

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Remaining wood from the poles used as joists.

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Wupatki Pueblo. The largest complex in the area.

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Comprising over 100 rooms, a community room and a ball court, Wupatki is an extremely well preserved and extensive complex.

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We say goodbye for now as Ed enjoys his wine while cooking dinner and watching the Sun set.

New Mexico II ~ Aliens! Indians! Cowboys! & Pie!

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Having visited the White Sands Missile Range Ed wanted to head over to Roswell, New Mexico and the Roswell Museum and Art Center where there’s a permanent exhibit on Robert Goddard.

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This is the last rocket Goddard built and launched before his death in 1945. It’s on display in his workshop at the Roswell Museum and Art Center as well as three videos about Goddard playing on a loop.  The best is called “Father of the Space Age: Robert Goddard, The Untold Story.”

Goddard was fascinated by science as a youngster and the idea of space flight before age 16 when he read H.G. Wells’ “The War of the Worlds”. He received his Ph.D. in physics from Clark University in 1911.  Often ridiculed and misunderstood Goddard mostly worked alone because others could not see his genius.  Tucked into the deserted deserts outside of Roswell, where he and his wife moved partly to hide from criticism and partly to keep from doing any harm with flaming and exploding rockets, he labored tirelessly on his theories of rocket propulsion, designing, building and launching ever larger rockets.  After WWII, when the Americans questioned the German scientists about their V2 Rocket and how they developed it, the interrogators were told to look to the work of Robert Goddard. While the Americans had pooh-poohed his theories and experiments, the German’s had used his work as their basis!   Years after his death in 1945 Goddard was finally recognized as the man who had indeed ushered in the Space Age.

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Julie Alpert’s “Finishing Touches”.  Installation, drawing, sculpture and paper tapestries, she says, “Evokes nostalgia for my 1980’s suburban childhood.”  This was her show as the Artist In Residence for one year at RMAC.

 

The Roswell Museum also houses the most impressive display of western Native American, early settler, cowboy, rancher and soldier artifacts I have ever seen.  There are also a handful of European pieces like a suit of armor, Conquistador helmets, and weapons.

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These displays were full walls of artifacts with no labeling, my only complaint. Off to the side of each wall display, there was a book with outlines of each piece or a general section and a short description or long explanation.

 

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One of the mostly Indian sections.  Some items very old, others not so much.

 

 

Being as we were in ROSWELL……well yeah…. we did sort of have to go to the International UFO Museum and Research Center!  I doubt any of you dear readers don’t know about “The Roswell Incident” but just in case….supposedly,  back in July 1947 a spaceship crashed on a ranch northwest of Roswell and not only were pieces of the ship recovered but several bodies of non-earthlings also.  All of this was of course immediately  “debunked” by our government.  HOWEVER…….I strongly suggest you put Roswell on your MVL (Must Visit List) and read the extensive collection of reports, reminisces, news articles and sworn witness statements…then make up your own mind 🙂 … but WE think SOMETHING happened and it wasn’t a weather balloon.

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it is, after all, Roswell so there is some amount of hokey.

 

We were expected for a brief visit with my sister Ellen and husband Bob in Edgewood (on the eastern side of the Sandia Mountains by Albuquerque) but first I had another stop in mind.  Heading north on US 285 we took the mostly deserted Rt. 20 for 47 miles of wide open country towards Fort Sumner and the Bosque Redondo Memorial.   I remember my father telling me about the Navajo Long Walk and while he may not have used the words horrific, shameful or disgraceful, he did lead me to understand it was wrong.  Now as an adult I, and Ed use those words and feel a shame and heaviness that demands acknowledgment and remembrance of a sad period in our history.

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In the hopes of fixing “the hostile Indian problem” the US Military murdered Indian men and captured mostly women and children.  Known to the Navajo as the “Long Walk”, 10,000 people were forced to march 450 miles from their homeland in the Four Corners area to the Bosque Redondo Reservation.  Only about 8,500 Navajo survived the walk.  500 Mescalero Apaches were also forced here. Brigadier General James Carleton envisioned a thriving community of farmers overlooking the fact that neither the Navajo or Apaches were farmers and knew nothing about this land.

 

Fort Sumner also holds the distinction of being the “end of the trail” for Billy the Kid.  Shot by Pat Garrett July 14, 1881 (my Dad’s birthday plus 27 years) William Bonney, (actually born Henry McCarty), Billy the Kid is buried in a small sad cemetery here.

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Over the years this grave marker has been stolen so many times they bolted it to the concrete and erected an iron fence around the graves.

 

We continued on to Ellen’s with poor Ed fighting a wind so strong he was steering left to go straight, but we finally made it and had a short but fun visit.  Then down through Tijeras Canyon on Interstate 40 to Albuquerque to visit with Ed’s cousin Molly, and her sweet girls Maeve & Caitlin.  We had a delightful time with them and even got to see Molly’s sister, Cousin Beth, her husband Richard, and Beth’s daughter Sara and her friend Steve.  It’s nice to have family scattered about the country 🙂

Our son Kevin has been telling us for years …” you’ve got to go to Pie Town”, so we headed south on Interstate 25 for US 60 west.  The road goes through open country and then some hills and mountains before coming out into the Plains of San Agustin which is an ancient dry lake surrounded by mountains.  It is here where the world is quiet and empty that we planned to stop for a tour of the Karl G. Jansky Very Large Array20180425-_EKP4290Featured in the Jodie Foster movie Contact,  (they got a number of things wrong) the VLA is made up of 27 dish-shaped antennas mounted on railroad tracks. The antennas collect radio waves from deep space. These 27 individual signals are sent down fiber optic cables to a supercomputer where they are mathematically merged, thus creating a single extremely powerful radio telescope!

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There are three arms stretching out across the plain, each 13 miles in length forming a huge Y nearly 27 miles across that provides unparalleled resolution. The individual antennas are mobile and are repositioned every four months. Sometimes close together, sometimes far apart depending on the needs of the astronomers.

 

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Each station is on a spur off the main track and there are 82 miles of track.

 

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One “spare” antenna is always in the barn giving a total of 28 units.  The orange machine in the foreground maneuvers underneath each antenna picks it up and transports it at 5mph to its assigned station if the winds are below 20mph.

 

 

 

After the VLA we continued west on 60 climbing through beautiful mountains up to 8100 feet elevation and then down about 1000 feet to Pie Town.

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The road to Pie Town, US 60.

We checked into the Pie Town RV Park (only game in town with 5 spaces but fine) and headed back into town.  There are three places to eat in town and only one was open, so we sat down at The Gatherin’ Place for a huge bowl of good green chili stew, cornbread, and PIE 🙂

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The Gatherin’ Place where we had a New Mexico Apple pie (of course it had chiles and pinon nuts) along with the apples and a Very Berry pie. Ed was not convinced apple pie needs chiles and nuts.

All in all, there was just something about this little out of the way place that I really liked, so go ahead and take my advice, and son Kevin’s and put Pie Town, New Mexico on your MVL 🙂

 

Continuing on 60 at Quemado we turned onto Rt 32 south and the Gila National Forest.  Rt 32 stops at Apache Creek and we took 12 towards the town of Reserve.  Be sure to stop for lunch here at Carmen’s where everyone else will be a local and the food is very plentiful and very good.

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Seriously good food and the locals know it.

Pretty soon Rt 12 also ends and we picked up US Rt 180 south.  At Glenwood we saw a sign that said Catwalk Trail Recreation Area 1 mile, so decided to go.  This was a lie! It’s more like 5 miles, but Ed kept driving and yes we’re glad he did!

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In the 1890s gold and silver brought miners to Whitewater Canyon.  In 1893 a mill was built down at the mouth of the canyon to process the nearly 73 tons of daily diggings.  Water was needed and the water was always flowing in the canyon.  So, three miles of 4-inch pipe was slung from cables and rods along the canyon walls to bring water from the springs above.  This pipe was later replaced by an 18-inch pipe.  The men that hung by ropes and walked along it to maintain it took to calling it the Catwalk.  It was only in use for ten years before the mill went broke.

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Geronimo later followed by Butch Cassidy used the canyon as a hideout from authorities.  Marti wanted to go all the way up too but she was having dizzy spells and Ed told her no.  She’s fine now that she is rehydrated.  The trail was also broken at this point.  A section of 18-inch pipe and stairs built by the CCC in the 1930s are seen in this photo.  Butch and Geronimo got away.

 

 

 

 

On 180 just as you head out of the Gila NF there’s a sign on the right for Leopold Vista…..GO!!

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Aldo Leopold Vista. “Considered by many to be the father of wildlife ecology and the United States’ wilderness system, Aldo Leopold was a conservationist, forester, philosopher, educator, writer, and outdoor enthusiast. ” It was through his efforts that the Gila was declared a National Wilderness Area.

 

We turned onto Rt 78 just a bit further down the road where the countryside is at first big soft grassy hills that leads back into the Gila and Apache National Forest.  This bit is absolutely twisty, windy but fine if you drive as well as Ed does and pretty quickly no longer New Mexico, but Arizona.  We stopped for the night just about 12 miles over the state line at Black Jack Campground,  National Forest, free, dry camping, two others camped…..HEAVEN!




 

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Cowboy rigs on display at the RMAC in Roswell.

 

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This painting is “The Gate and Beyond” by Peter Hurd who studied under N.C. Wyeth and married Wyeth’s eldest daughter, Henriette who was an artist in her own right. They lived in San Patricio about 30 miles west of Roswell.  The museum holds many of their works.

 

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“Pow-Wow” 1975, by Willard Midgette, is a room-sized oil on linen mural in the RMAC.

 

 

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82 feet across made of smooth aluminum panels fitted carefully into a steel basket. The Very Large Array was constructed way too late for the Roswell aliens to phone home. 🙂

 

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Rt. 20 to Fort Sumner across 47 miles of New Mexico empty.

 

 

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Each of the 27 antennas weighs over 230 tons and is over 90 feet high.

 

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Formally known as the Pie Hole, where Kevin and Za had wonderful pies it is now under new management and known as the Pie Town Cafe and was not open yet.  As the owner of The Gatherin’ Place told Ed, “those people open late.”

 

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We pulled into a FS road to explore and this sign stopped us.  We backed out the road while a truck-full of Forest Service firefighters were patiently waiting.  Marti popped out and asked if it was a wildfire or a controlled burn.  The wildfire was out and just being mopped up then. In our opinion, these guys don’t get near enough respect for what they do.

 

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This is the monument to Elfego Baca in Reserve, New Mexico, scene of the “Frisco Shootout” and where Deputy Baca held off somewhere between 40 and 150 cowboys trying to free their drunk friend, Charlie McCarty from jail.  The siege lasted over 33 hours and more than 4000 bullets were fired.  Be sure to read more about it at the link.  The stories varied greatly depending on who was telling.

 

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We just love that the local general merchandise store in Reserve also sells Stihl chainsaws and Lottery tickets.

 

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After the mill closed the catwalk was broken up for scrap and left to rot.  In the 1930s, the CCC, Civilian Conservation Corp, constructed a wooden catwalk for tourists.  It was replaced in 1961 with a cantilevered steel catwalk which is yet another impressive feat of engineering.

 

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Whack-A-Mole Wheels at Whitewater Canyon,  Marti says sometimes you gotta get your feet wet to see what’s over the next hill.

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Carlsbad Caverns & White Sands ~ Magic Below & Above

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You kind folks who have been reading Whack-A-Mole Wheels these past several years know that Ed and I have enjoyed visiting different caverns during our travels. In our last blog post, in reference to our visit to Longhorn Cavern State Park, I mentioned that back when we were teens we’d both done some spelunking. Between us, we have crawled and climbed about in a number of caves in Maryland, West Virginia and Virginia. Ever since I was a kid I’ve known about Carlsbad Caverns and have wanted to see it for myself, so we left Ft. Davis, Texas where it was all about looking up. Staying on the quieter roads as is our habit (RT17 to RT166 to RT505 and US90 to RT54 to US62) we headed for New Mexico and an underground adventure!

Located in the Guadalupe Mountains, the visitor center for Carlsbad Caverns National Park is a lovely seven-mile drive to the top of the mountains.  The beginning of this road is from/through Whites (White’s) City,  (population 7 in the last census) which encompasses, and owns, everything a tourist might need; gas, food, laundry, hotel, post office, swim park, large gift shop and a RV park, of sorts.  None of it is “anything to write home about” but adequate and VERY convenient to the caverns.  We got a space to park the rig only because someone had just canceled. 20180415-_EKP3934

As it was late in the day we decided to drive up to the visitor center and see what our options for the morning might be.  I had seen on the web that all the elevators (YES there is an easy way to the center of the Earth 🙂  ) were seriously broken and the ONLY WAY to get into the caverns was to hike down the Natural Entrance Route, 1.25 miles.  Quoting the park brochure….” a self-guiding tour available to visitors with plenty of time and in good physical condition.”  The other self-guiding tour is referred to as “…a 1.25-mile under-ground stroll around the perimeter of the cave’s largest room….” the Big Room Route.  Then there is the 1 mile long ranger-guided King’s Palace Tour that does require descending and ascending, the equivalent of an 8 story building.  “Well heck,” I say to Ed, “if we have to climb down AND back up, we might as well see all three while we’re there!”  Bless his heart, he agrees and we get our tickets and head back down the road to our campsite and a serviceable dinner at the Whites City Cactus Café.

Next morning, bright and early,  we are back at the visitor center hiking out the quarter mile walk to the Natural Entrance shortly after they open.

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The natural entrance, which is on top of a mountain, descends over 750 ft. into the Earth.  This entrance is alive with Cave Swallows during the day and at night, when in residence, the exit for thousands of Brazilian Free-tailed Bats.  This walkway was built because the entrance used to be accesible only by a rope.

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Look closely and you can see the path climbing back up towards the entrance.  We still have a lot of going down to do.

The story of the discovery of the caverns varies between the park brochure, the tour guides telling and Jim White’s version.  All agree however, that in the late 1890’s it was Jim White, at the ripe old age of 15 or 16, looking for where the giant cloud of bats was coming from and upon finding their huge hole in the ground and lowering himself down into it, then extensively exploring it, telling about it and finally getting some photos of it to convince folks of his magnificent story, it WAS Jim White that “made” Carlsbad Caverns.  Absolutely do put this magical place on your MVL (Must Visit List)!

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Most of Carlsbad Caverns is no longer actively forming but 5% of the caverns are still alive.  This drip-pool is formed by water droplets dripping off the stalactites and cracks in the ceiling above.

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Wait a few thousand years and these two will touch and form a column.  This is in the Big Room which covers 8.2 acres and is 255 feet tall at its highest point.  BIG!

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In the Big Room looking over towards the Hall of Giants.  For our photographer friends, these photos are all hand-held, ISO 6400, f5.6 with a shutter speed of about 1/15th of a second. It was dark and we are thrilled that they worked as well as they did.

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This interesting example of flowstone hangs in the air after calcite laden water dripped over the edge of that opening.

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The tour guide for the King’s Palace tour of which this room is part, drove us nuts because most of what she talked about was her own fanciful make-believe fairy tales, rather than about the astonishing geology of Carlsbad Caverns.

 

Dating back to my very early teens when my dear friend Monica and I solemnly became “blood sisters” (just pricking our fingers) we have been family.  Her father was one of the scientists that fled Germany (and the Russians) after World War II and I knew he had been at White Sands. So while in the neighborhood sort of, I suggested we go see White Sands Missile Range and White Sands National Monument.

Wanting to camp at Oliver Lee State Park just south of Alamogordo, N.M. on US 54 we headed off.  When we arrived at Oliver Lee, we stopped to chat a bit with the park employee who confirmed what I expected, the handful of serviced sites were all taken.  Even so, the campground was pretty empty and so we had our pick of dry camping spots and soon found a good one.  Ed started setting up as I walked back to the entrance to register and pay.  When almost there, here came the park lady on her gator to tell me the reserved, 2 way (water & electric) site 4 had just opened up due to a cancellation and it was ours if we wanted it!  You BET…and it was really nice, proving once again, be friendly with folks and they’ll be friendly back 🙂

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Dog Canyon at Oliver Lee State Park.  He ranched all this land next to another man, Frenchie (because he was French).  The longer story short is Frenchie was found shot in his bed, probably by someone who owed him money.  There is much more about old Oliver at this very interesting website, Legends of America. Mostly, it’s just amazing they named a park after this guy.

The next day’s forecast was for the 80’s with 23mph+ winds (gusting to the high 30’s) and visiting sand dunes just seemed silly, so we added a day’s stay and went to town, did laundry and had a very tasty hamburger at Hi-D-Ho Drive-In.

The next morning, as our two destinations were both on US 70 Ed wisely suggested we start at the bottom and work up, so we headed out on for the missile range on a lovely, not hot, not windy day.

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It’s not every road in America where they close it down so they can shoot missiles at stuff.  Rt. 70 had opened back up just moments before we got here, we don’t know if they hit their target but the road was OK.

After getting cleared (bring your drivers license and patience) we walked onto the grounds and headed for our first stop, the V-2 rocket building.  Wernher von Braun was the technical director leading the development group in Hitler’s Germany that built the first successful V-2’s and this building holds one of the most complete still in existence. He was also the most prominent rocket scientist to come to America after the war.

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The American scientists initially painted the V-2’s in this yellow and black pattern but quickly found out they could not see the rocket in flight so they switched to black and white which was much more visible at high altitudes.

We then headed over to the museum building.  The first room is a small but very interesting history of the Indians, soldiers, ranchers, cowboys and outlaws including our friend Oliver Lee that lived in the surrounding countryside.  The back of the building is to our eyes a sort of hodgepodge of left-over rockets, weapons, missile parts, supplies, army equipment, things about and from Trinity Site, etc. etc. and we did not look at and read everything as we normally do.

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Both of us found the Missle Museum distressing.  I guess we’ve just had too much war and blowing stuff up. But don’t let us dissuade you from going here.  There is much to be learned if you are interested.

We headed back up 70 for White Sands National Monument.  I’ll tell you now, put this on your MVL also!!

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The dunes are creeping across the desert at about 35 feet per year.  The Park Service has road plows to keep the access road clear of the blowing sand.

Gypsum from an ancient seabed is why the sands are white.  In fact, they are the largest gypsum dune fields on the Earth. Millions of years ago the Permian Sea retreated and left behind layers of gypsum.  Then the land lifted and the gypsum, which easily dissolves in water, was washed down the mountains and returned to the basin, which again held shallow lakes.  With no outlet for the water and as it evaporated it left behind the gypsum in a crystalline form called selenite, which in turn was slowly broken down into smaller and smaller grains – sand.  This process is ongoing.

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Plants that take hold and grow dense deep roots form pedestals as the sand moves on.  

 

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As you can see, here in the desert the sand is wet enough to compact.  That’s because gypsum dunes remain moist even during long droughts and the water table is literally as close as 12 inches below the surface. It also makes the sands very cool to the touch and lovely to walk upon barefoot as the Park Service invites you to do.

 

As we walked around, being mid-day and bright and sunny on the brilliant white sand, Ed kept saying the light isn’t any good, we need to come back later in the day.  So we headed back into Alamogordo and had an early, really good dinner at CJ’s Si Senor Restaurant then back out to White Sands for the evening light.

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Ed was absolutely, positively right about the evening light.

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“I have a little shadow, that goes in and out with me…” can you find Ed?




 

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The Kings Palace tour which is totally, unbelievably gorgeous has several rooms as exquisite as this one.

 

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This ladder built and installed in 1924 by Jim White was used during a six-month exploration and survey sponsored by the National Geographic Society.  Built of twisted barbed wire and sticks, it descends 90 feet into the lower cave. The explorers were uneasy about using it.

 

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The Painted Grotto part of the Big Room Tour.

 

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This gypsum deposit (the same stuff as the White Sands) is nearly 15 feet thick.  The tubes are “drilled” by drops of acidic water dripping from above.

 

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Marti thinks this may be the coolest formation in the caverns. Ed remembers that it was over 20 feet tall.

 

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Our campsite at Oliver Lee State Park. Not too shabby.

 

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Marti did not realize that Papa Schmid was part of Paperclip, but when she saw the man who is far right back row she was sure it was him,   After checking with Monica, who had never seen this photo, she was right. Marti was really excited!

 

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The sand is cool and soft except for where it’s rock hard and in the soft spots still very easy to walk on.

 

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Lovely, magical, enticing and easy to get lost in, one just wants to keep walking to see what’s over the next dune.

 

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The setting Sun adds so much drama.  Marti wanted to visit the bottom part of this scene but found the steep downhill sand soft and almost knee deep.

 

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As we enjoyed this magical white wonderland, our friends back home in the East were getting yet another dose of their white wonderland.  Ours was more welcomed.

 

 

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Almost done and what a way to end a day.  We recommend early morning or late evening as times to visit.  

 

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And with that we say goodbye until next time!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Texas ~ Across In Bits & Pieces

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Taking US190 towards Jasper Texas, on our way to San Augustine and Mission Dolores Campground for the night, we actually crossed the Sabine River from Louisiana into Texas!  For the last several years we have had to take a very southern (and sometimes very convoluted) route because the Sabine River regularly floods and shuts down all kinds of crossings including Interstate 10!

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Texas boat ramp on the Sabine River

We had our usual chuckle about how to know when we’ve entered Texas…the speed limit on that little 2 lane road we’ve been tootling along on at 45 or 50 jumps to 75 miles per hour 🙂 . Yeah really.

 

Spring wildflowers blanketed the sides of the roads and out across green fields of cattle reminding us once again how pretty east Texas can be this time of year.

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Roadside Texas Bluebonnets

We stayed with State Rt. 21 the whole way to our destination of Bastrop (we’ve posted about Bastrop before) and recommend this route to any of you coming to Texas for say, Austin.  There’s not to much traffic, some cute towns, Nacogdoches in particular and especially in the spring it’s pretty countryside.  It will also allow you an opportunity to stop at the Caddo Mounds State Historic Site which to our great surprise was open on Easter Sunday!  The small museum doesn’t have a lot of artifacts, and what it does have are replicas, but there are good representational murals and structures.

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Replica of a Caddo Indian Lodge.  The structure is amazingly sturdy and the mound in the distance is the burial mound.  There is also a ceremonial mound and a borrow mound scattered across 15 acres of open ground.  The site was abandoned around 1300AD.

 

We have been to Bastrop quite a few times but never stayed at the South Shore Lake Bastrop Campground until this trip.  Very busy on weekends and during the summer, arriving late on Easter Sunday, we found it almost empty, While level is an issue, we do recommend it for inexpensive, private, quiet sites and good shade.

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In camp at South Shore Lake Bastrop

We also recommend the Bastrop Discount Tires store where we got 6 new Michelins put on the rig.

 

We had a few days to kill before visiting with our daughter-in-law in Leander and back to Bastrop for a visit with our “adopted” kids there, so we headed for Fredericksburg west of Austin on US290.  We have been here several times before so wanted to do something different.  Staying at Lady Bird Johnson Municipal Park Campground just outside of town and RIGHT next to the airport which was quiet at night, we recommend only the Horseshoe Loop which was much less cramped than most of the campground.   We went to the National Museum of the Pacific War over the course of two days.  Admiral Chester Nimitz was born in Fredericksburg and there are several things to see pertaining to him and/or his family.  The huge and excellent George H.W. Bush Gallery is the only part we did and it involves a tremendous amount of reading.  Folks who have gone to museums with us know that Ed reads almost all and I do read all of the descriptions, so we don’t move along fast 🙂 . We do recommend you hold out part of two days (can’t take it all at once) and put this on your MVL (Must Visit List).  We also suggest you put the Buffalo Nickel Bar & Grill on your list for lunch, one of the best burgers ever and the buffalo chili is pretty darn good too!

In previous trips, I had always noticed signs for Enchanted Rock when passing through this area so I said let’s go see what it is.  Just 18 miles north of Fredericksburg, Enchanted Rock State Natural Area is worth the trip! The largest pink granite monadnock in the United States the climb to the top while steep is not difficult.  (A monadnock is an isolated large rock or small mountain hard enough to resist the erosion that has weathered away the softer surrounding rock. For you folks back home, our Sugarloaf Mountain is a monadnock)

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Beginning of the hike up Enchanted Rock. The Summit trail climbs 425ft. in .6 miles to an elevation of 1825ft.

 

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The Texas Hill Country all around down below.

 

 

I had noted on our map Longhorn Cavern State Park, so on our way to Leander, we took 281 passed Marble Falls to Park Rd which has some serious and unexpected (but fun) DIPS so if you’re in a big RV or travel trailer especially, watch out!  Way back when the dinosaurs roamed the earth and Ed and I didn’t know each other, we both did some caving and so we like to take a look when the opportunity presents itself.  Longhorn is not worth a special trip but if you’re in the area do stop in.

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Extensive work by the CCC (Civilian Conservation Corp) in the 1930’s opened a great deal of this cavern to the pubiic.  They wheelbarrowed out tons of mud and rock.

 

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This section is in Dolomite rock and worn by an ancient river. 

After our visits with family we set out for a couple of days at San Angelo State Park to do chores (taxes) and so we could visit the San Angelo Museum of Fine Art.  Turns out they were closed for an installation!  I told the young man we had come specially to see them… from Maryland no less!  He took pity, asked his boss, and he kindly let us in to see their small permanent ceramics room.  Proof, be nice to people and more often than not, they’ll be nice back 🙂

 

 

 

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Looking back at the Fine Art Museum across the Celebration Bridge over the Concho River in San Angelo.

 

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One of our favorite pieces, a ceramic teapot by Anthony Bennett.

 

 

A number of years back we stopped at Balmorhea State Park for the night and it was so windy and cold we did not go for a swim.  This time Ed had checked the weather and said let’s go, and I am so glad we did!

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The CCC built the pools around the natural spring between 1936 and 1941.  The spring has a constant flow of 22 to 28 million US gallons per day at a temperature of 72-76 degrees and is as deep as 30 feet in places.  There are small native Pupfish which are endangered and the rascals nibble on your skin but it doesn’t hurt.

 

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Another arm of the pool and Marti swimming.

 

 

After our dip, we headed for Fort Davis via 17 which is at the end, a very pretty drive.  We have been to Fort Davis before and I especially like the area.  It’s desert, but also because of the elevation has enough grassland to successfully ranch and pretty mountains to hike.

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Early morning in the Davis Mountains outside Fort Davis.

There’s also an “upscale” and more importantly the only full bar restaurant in town called Blue Mountain Bistro where we had a very good, three-course meal prepared by a Vermont based visiting chef!  Yum. The next day we headed for the McDonald Observatory where every Tuesday, Friday and Saturday they offer their very popular “Star Party” with talks, telescope viewing and constellation tours. I had seen that they were completely booked for that, but we could still do their daytime tour and solar viewing.  It was VERY windy, 70 mph gusts, and consequently, they did not open the roof of their solar telescope. However, a very engaging and intelligent young woman gave an informative talk/powerpoint about the sun with live images from telescopes based around the world.  She then led the tour to their 3 big telescopes.

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McDonald Observatory Visitor Center. Note the haze which is dust from the valley to the west stirred up by the 50-70mph winds.  No astronomers were going to open the big domes this night but we did get to look at the Whirlpool Galaxy from the 22-inch telescope in the near dome during Star Party when the winds had subsided.

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This is the Hobby-Eberly 10-meter telescope dome on top of Mt. Locke at the McDonald Observatory.

 

AND the really fun bit… 3 reservations canceled, so we got to stay for the Star Party!  Lots of FUN with some very bright folks…..and the night sky…..WOW!!!

 

We are currently in New Mexico and will soon be inviting you to join us underground in a truly magical place!




 

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The interior of the Visitors Center at Caddo Mounds State Historic Site.

 

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Heading up Enchanted Rock.

 

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The vernal pools on top of Enchanted Rock are teeming with tiny Fairy Shrimp and algae.  You have to look closely but once you see them they are squiggling everywhere.

 

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It’s a big rock.

 

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Tradescantia and grasses etc grow in the moisture caught in the cracks.

 

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Some unknown Spring flower but Marti is too tired to look it up right now…

 

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Pure crystals of Calcite growing on the walls of Longhorn Cavern.  The cavern got its name because local cattle would wander by and fall into holes into the cave and their bones were found once the cave was discovered and explored.

 

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More fun ceramics. The lady is about three feet tall.

 

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Along Rt 17 heading down to Fort Davis these Aoudad or Barbary sheep are imported from Morocco and North Africa nd doing very well where the Bighorn Sheep have failed.

 

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The 107-inch telescope.  Nobody peers through an eyepiece anymore.  All the viewing is done on computer screens collecting light for spectrographic analysis. Galileo would be very jealous.

 

 

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Blue Origin’s Space launch facility north of Van Horn Texas. We think the assembly building and launchpad are under the red arrow on the left but Jeff Bezos was not giving tours that day.

 

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And lastly, bye-bye from Texas!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On The Road Again Southern Style ~ Georgia, Alabama & Lousiana

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Hi guys, remember us?!!

With the exception of a quick run to Texas in December, and a quick run to Sarasota the beginning of March, Ed and I were “home” in Dickerson, Maryland all of Fall, Winter into mid-March!  Once again we are grateful to our dear friend Carolyn Mackintosh  (and Bob 🙂  ) for our stay at Loch Moy Farm, home of the Maryland Horse Trials and our 2 month house/dog sitting gig for friends Chet & Paula and doggie Sammy.  It is always wonderful to be back with our many friends and family but we are soooooo happy to finally be back on the road again.

With the cold weather still a factor we headed directly south with our first planned tourist stop being Andersonville, GA., where we stayed at the Andersonville RV Park, which is “adequate”.

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The tiny town of Andersonville, Georgia is home to a very small, very good Drummer Boy Civil War Museum in the back of the tourist visitor center/RV Park check-in. When we were there it was staffed by half Cherokee, half Cajun Cynthia Stormchaser who was a font of information and delightful to chat with.

You Civil War buffs will recall that the Andersonville POW camp was/is the most infamous of all the camps both South and North.  Neither side was prepared, nor expected, to have to hold the thousands of enemy prisoners resulting from a war which lasted far longer than predicted.  The overcrowding, bad sanitation, lack of medicine and inadequate food & clothing led to disease, starvation and exposure and took thousands of lives.  The POW death rate records suggest 15% of Union and 12% of Confederate POWs did not survive the camps.

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The two posts shown here are two of many that mark the perimeter of the camp.  The post labeled Stockade is the actual wall location of the 15 ft. high stockade and the post 19 ft. further back was the “Deadline”.  A simple post and rail fence this boundary marked a line past which if any part of a prisoner’s body crossed for any reason he would be shot.

 

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 Nineteen year old prisoner Dorence Atwater worked in the hospital where he recorded names and grave locations of the deceased.  He secretly copied this list and smuggled it out when released. After the war, he asked the War Department to publish the list. They refused. He and Clara Barton returned to Andersonville and with his list, they were able to mark the graves of many of the dead.

 

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Andersonville Camp is now the location of the National Prisoner of War Museum which is in desperate need of better display lighting but otherwise interesting.

 

 

 

Continuing on with our look at Southern history we headed down Rt. 49 to State Route 280 and Plains, Georgia, home of perhaps our kindest President, James Earl Carter Jr., where we saw Jimmy this and Jimmy that, but not Jimmy himself 🙂 .  Oh well, the peanut butter soft serve was yummy!

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Jimmy Carter’s Presidential Campaign Headquarters in Plains, Georgia. Marti voted for him. Me, well…

 

As usual for us, we traveled the secondary roads which were very busy with logging trucks (thankfully going the opposite direction).  We are accustomed to seeing them in places like most of non-coastal Maine and the Pacific Northwest but it was an impressive reminder of how much southern yellow pine is cut in this part of the country.

I purposely routed us towards Montgomery, AL in time for a late lunch at Dreamland BarBQ where we once again enjoyed delicious ribs before settling in for the night at lovely, quiet Gunter Hill COE campground where with our American Senior Pass $9 was our fee!

Next up on our history tour was Selma.  After parking, our first stop was the National Park Service’s Selma Interpretive Center at the corner of Broad Street and Water Avenue just before the Edmund Pettus Bridge over the Alabama River.   On the first floor, there is an excellent photographic timeline illustrating the fight to win the most basic of civil rights denied African Americans at the time. The story leading up to and through Bloody Sunday, March 7th, 1965 and culminating with the March 21st start of the 54-mile walk from Selma to Montgomery, 4,000 marchers demanding voting rights for all African Americans, headed over the bridge named for a Confederate General and Grand Dragon of the Alabama Ku Klux Klan.  When the road, Jefferson Davis Highway narrowed to two lanes they were restricted to 300 people but by the time the marchers arrived at the Alabama State Capital in Montgomery on March 25th, they were 25,000 strong.

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Looking back towards Selma from the Edmund Pettus Bridge.

On the third floor of this center, there is a short film largely narrated by participants in the historic march.  There are also a few comments offered by folks with a different view on the events leading up to and during the Selma to Montgomery March.  We strongly encourage all of you to put at least a visit here and a viewing of this film on you MVL (Must Visit List).

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On the second floor of the Selma Interpretive Center, this display invites you to take a stand with the marchers.

 

After a brief visit to NOLA (New Orleans) to see our friend Michael Verderosa (if you’re interested in real estate here Michael is your man!) and to enjoy a libation or two (Sidecars and Woodford Reserve at the Carousel Bar in Hotel Monteleone YUM!!!!)

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A very civilized afternoon.

AND to participate in New Orleans’ March For Our Lives protest,

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Fulfilling what we believe is our civic duty. This is what Democracy looks like!

we drove down 308 south to Grand Isle, a finger of land into the Gulf of Mexico where we stayed at the very end in Grand Isle State Park.  Although the drive across the Gateway to the Gulf Expressway, a 19-mile elevated toll road from Golden Meadow to the Gulf of Mexico almost all over water is impressive, we do not recommend this visit unless you like fishing. The water here is rough, brown (stirred up sand) and not interesting to us, but we do understand the fishing out in the Gulf here is some of the best there is.

 

Our next campground was at Poche Plantation & RV Park along “the River Road” Rt. 44, known for the many Mississippi River Plantations located here.  NOTE fellow RV’ers…..Poche Plantation is basically just a $40 place to park for the night….to our thinking there’s no charm and the house, unfortunately, is NOT open for viewing.

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Clearly, it would be a charming house to look at if it was open…

That being said, it is just 12.6 miles from Houmas House Plantation and Gardens.    Ed & I have been to many of the plantations in this general area on both sides of the Mississippi.   We think without question Houmas House is the most impressive in large part due to the gorgeous gardens and the civility of having access to the excellent Turtle Bar where for a reasonable price Ed enjoyed a healthy glass of Eagle Rare Bourbon as we meandered around the grounds.

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Houmas House.  This pond is fairly new.  It was created after one of the centuries old magnificant Live Oaks toppled over one night last year and left a crater.

Named after the Houma Indians the main house was completed in 1840.  A working sugar plantation as early as 1803, the 10,000 acres were purchased in 1857 for $1,000,000 ($26.5 million in today’s money) by Irishman John Burnside who increased his holdings to 12,000 acres.  Consisting of several additional surrounding plantations all worked by approximately 750 slaves, the property had four sugar mills and rail lines to haul the cane product over Burnside’s vast holdings!  While we think the story at Laura Plantation is by far the best, and the live oaks of Oak Alley are truly magnificent do put Houmas House on your MVL.  Oh, and while the service at the Café Burnside (one of several restaurants on the grounds) is lousy, the food was pretty good.

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Once a free-standing staircase, the back wall was added by a former owner to make a smaller room.

 

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The centuries old Burnside Oak frames the plantation house at Houmas. Marti says that personally, the best thing about the South is the lovely huge Live Oaks.

 

 

Working our way west, we are currently in Texas having just finished a visit with our daughter-in-law in Leander and our “adopted” kids in Bastrop. We hope to do better at keeping you all up to date on our travels with lots of Ed’s wonderful photographs and my wandering comments and observations.  Hope you’ll want to follow along and forgive us if we lag behind our physical location 🙂

Until next time…..stay safe, happy and remember….Life’s An Adventure!!




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At the Drummer Boy Museum, Mary Surratt’s bonnet which was removed from her head moments before she was hung for her role in Lincoln’s assassination conspiracy.

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The dark lines at the base of these hills are the very small creeks which flowed through the camp and were the only and inadequate source of fresh water for the prisoners. Unfortunately, upstream was where the guard’s and officer’s latrine was located.

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The prisoners prayed for fresh water from anywhere and a bolt of lightning struck the ground and a spring welled up.  This monument marks the approximate spot of their prayers being answered so they named it Providence Spring.

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Billy Carter’s Service Station Museum in Plains, Georgia.  Ed could not find any Billy Beer though.

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In New Orleans, in the French Quarter on Royal Street, we discovered and toured the Gallier House.  This wonderful home stands as it was built and decorated and is really lovely.

 

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For our son Kevin’s Birthday present?

 

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Fort Jackson is a masonry fort built as a coastal defense for New Orleans between 1822 and 1832. 40 miles upstream from the mouth of the Mississippi it was ruined by hurricanes Katrina and Rita and its condition is threatened.  There was a battle here in the Civil War as Admiral Farragut sailed up the river to take the city.

 

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On Grand Isle, most houses are on stilts and some trailers are really fastened down.

 

 

 

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Street poets offer a poem if you give them a subject.  Marti asked this one if she could give him the first line instead.  He said, “What is it?” to which she replied, “She slipped on her flip-flops, pulled on her hat and headed for the door.”

He thought for a moment, smiled and then started typing…

“perspiring”
she slipped on her flip-flops, pulled on her hat,
and headed for the door,
unneeding of socks or laces like that,
interested instead in what was in store.
she spilled from the threshold and greeted the light
winced with some boldness in a way that just might
be met by the sun as a challenge to spar,
now there on the front step, the door still ajar,
she raised her eyes up as if to say to that god,
i have never feared you, so let the sweat drip.”
the sun, in response, that fiery pod
said, “alright. well, game’s on.” and left pools in her pits.

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Newfoundland, Part Seven~ St. John’s, The Big City

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Waking to a sunny day, we continued north on 10 except for side trip one, to Bauline East.  A small, pretty harbour in a tiny town we got our first look at what happens to cod after folks cut out the fillets and tongue.

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Bauline East Harbour

 

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After the fillets and tongues are taken, there is a lot of waste which goes right into the water to eventually be consumed by various bottom creatures.

 

Side trip two was to Bay Bulls where Pennecon Limited clearly must be the biggest employer in town.

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Bay Bulls and the Pennecon Limited yard.

 

We wanted to go to the easternmost point in North America so we took Petty Harbour Road off 10 to wander the long way around to Cape Spear Lighthouse National Historic Site.  The second lighthouse built in Newfoundland, it began operation in 1836.  Similar to the Cape Bonavista lighthouse, the light tower centered in the surrounding square wooden keepers house was built first with the house constructed around it.  The light apparatus was seven oil burners (Cape Bonavista light had six) set in silvered reflectors with the whole apparatus being turned by weights that needed frequent rewinding.  Fun fact: the copper-domed lantern room and the lighting apparatus, which had already been used for twenty-eight years in the Inchkeith Lighthouse on the Firth of Forth in Scotland, was designed and provided by Stevenson and Sons,  Stevenson being the grandfather of author Robert Louis Stevenson!

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The original Cape Spear Lighthouse. There is no access to the tower itself unfortunately. 

 

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We thought the way they stored the glass globes for the light’s oil lamps was interesting.

 

 

After enjoying the views at Cape Spear we headed the last 18 miles up to St. John’s and the Pippy Park Campground & Trailer Park.  With no reservations, there were no hook-up sites available but there was a small, mostly empty overflow spot where we could boondock.  St. John’s is the provincial capital city and Newfoundland’s largest city so we knew this was going to be a switch from the quiet we’d been enjoying for so long.

Opened in 2005, The Rooms houses the Art Gallery of Newfoundland and Labrador, the Provincial Archives of Newfoundland and Labrador and the Provincial Museum of Newfoundland and Labrador.

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The Rooms.  Everywhere we have been in Newfoundland and Labrador we always saw references to The Rooms holding artifacts from whatever Interpretation Center we were visiting.  We had to go.

We figured it was a good place to start our exploration of St. John’s, so we rang for a taxi, driving and parking an RV in the city not being high on our list.  🙂  Jumping into the cab, the driver who is just as friendly as everyone in the province, says, “So ya here for the regatta tomorrow?” “Ahhhh, what regatta?” say we.   “Ya donna know ‘bout the regatta?  The Royal St. John’s Regatta?  It’s huge, the whole island comes, 40,000 maybe 50,000 people!”  WELL…..surprise!!!  No wonder the RV park was full!  BUT….we went on to The Rooms.

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On the very top floor of the exhibit, these canoes and kayaks were laid out on the rafters.

 

Having done pretty much all of The Rooms and had a lovely light lunch in the museum, we headed down towards the harbor in a zig-zag fashion looking for the famous Jelly Bean Row houses.  Pretty quickly it becomes apparent that these wonderful colorful houses (which by the by we have noted in previous blog posts are all over The Rock) are not just one row, but street after street of multi-hued homes, many accented with potted bouquets of magnificent flowers.

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Jelly Bean Row Houses are a common and fun feature of St. John’s.

 

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Flowerboxes add even more color.

 

 

The next morning, Wednesday, August 2nd dawns a bit raw and grey, but we’ve decided that after we run a couple of errands we’re going to join with all of (or at least a whole lot of) Newfoundlanders and go to the 199th Royal St. John’s Regatta,  It’s the oldest annual sporting event in North America.  Guess what….it’s a local holiday and pretty much nothing is open not even the grocery stores because, well, everyone is down by Quidi Vidi (kiddy viddy) Lake!  So we call for a taxi and he takes us as close as he can.  WHAT FUN!!

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Bang! at the shot of the starter’s gun, the rowers are off for a half mile leg before turning around and finishing here at the start line.  The most strategic part is executing the turn properly.

 

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Winners!  Racers of all ages from young kids to grey hairs, everyone used the same boats.

 

 

Having enjoyed ourselves with “all the rowing” and the famous French fries at Ziggy Peelgoods (four lines and nearly half hour wait) we hiked via Kings Bridge Road into downtown. Down at the harbour, we had an “okay” steak dinner at The Keg Steakhouse & Bar overlooking the ships tied up just outside across the way.  Afterwards, we wandered around a bit, heading back up the hill.  Note: St. John’s was built on a steep hillside so from the harbour most everything else is up, so good exercise! 🙂 As we got up to just below George Street all access was blocked, there were “event people” and “event security” everywhere and music could be heard.  As we walked up around the perimeter I asked what was going on and they said “Blue Rodeo is playing tonight”   “OK, who are they?”  “One of the top bands in Canada for the last 20 years!”  When we got to where they were taking/selling tickets I reminded Ed Life’s an Adventure and we handed over our cash, went in and had a BLAST!  Blue Rodeo is GOOD!

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Blue Rodeo!  It was a late night but what a blast.  The aroma of weed lingered in Marti’s sweater for a week. No, she didn’t, it was just in the air.

 

Next day was an oil change and check up at the St John’s Mercedes dealer and errands.  In the late afternoon our friend, Suzanne Anthony a fellow full-timing, blogging RV’er also living in a View similar to our rig, joined us in camp.  We had been sharing notes and suggestions all around Canada so it was great fun to finally meet.

The following morning the three of us drove over to Quidi Vidi Village in our RV.  A neighborhood of St. John’s once known as a fishing village, Quidi Vidi Village is now a major tourist attraction because of the Quidi Vidi Brewery. They are famous for their Iceberg beer which I have mentioned before as well as seven other beers.  Unfortunately, there are no tastings without a tour, and all the tours were booked.  Oh well, Ed had tried a number of them already 🙂

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The green building is the brewery.

 

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The Quidi Vidi harbour is almost a lake with a tiny narrows, visible on the right, as the entrance to the ocean.

 

 

Next on the list of St. John’s attractions was Signal Hill, the site of Marconi’s first transatlantic wireless communication and Cabot Tower.  Overlooking the harbour and the Atlantic Ocean this high hill has been an important defensive position since 1640 and even held anti-aircraft and anti U-Boat defense guns of the United States during World War II.

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Cabot Tower on Signal Hill.

 

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The view of St. John’s and the harbour from the top of Cabot Tower. You can see what a perfect defensive position this hilltop is.

 

 

We dropped Suzanne at The Rooms where she would spend the afternoon and with plans to meet later in town for drinks and dinner, we went back to camp to do laundry.  With another taxi ride into town, we walked around a bit and then had a good meal at Oliver’s, which we recommend.

We had actually been a little uncertain about going to THE BIG CITY after all the quiet villages and no crowds we’d been experiencing.  As it worked out, even with the regatta, country/rock concert and all, it did not feel overcrowded and we had a lot of fun!  Plus, there is the bonus of meeting a fellow RV traveler and absolutely now having a new friend!  It’s an adventure!




 

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Leaving Bauline Harbour we saw this really cute yard ornament.

 

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In Bay Bulls, this drilling rig is at the head of the harbour, coming or going we couldn’t tell.

 

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Like it says on the side of the ship, it’s a heavy lift crane…

 

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…to lift heavy stuff like all this anchor chain.  Look at the size of the links and the anchors compared to the trucks in the yard.

 

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The new light at Cape Spear which came on in 1955.  It’s a pretty place with lots of boardwalk and paths around the cape and cliffs.

 

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A view from the cliffs at Cape Spear. Marti thinks the white foam looks like a bridal train.

 

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The lightkeeper’s office which is restored to the period of 1839.  Note the flags used for sending messages and weather status.   In Canada, the job of lightkeeper is often passed down from father to son and so, the Cantwell family were the keepers of the Cape Spear light for over 150 years with only two short intermissions.

 

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There are two heavy gun emplacements on Cape Spear to help defend the nearby convoy routes to Europe during WWII.  The 10″ M1888 guns were Lend-Lease batteries on disappearing carriages.  The emplacements are currently under restoration.

 

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The current light, 45 feet tall with a visible range of 20 nautical miles, went into service in 1955 and is automatic.

 

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The interior space at The Rooms is as beautiful as it is functional. History, culture, art and the archives of Newfoundland and Labrador are all housed here in one building.

 

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As we waited for a table in the cafe at The Rooms, we had a lovely view from the balcony of downtown St. John’s and the harbour with Cabot Tower and Signal Hill in the distance.

 

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What kind of chowder? Fish Chowder of course…  delicious too.

 

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Mailbox detail from some of the jelly bean houses.

 

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Newfoundlanders use color everywhere to brighten up their homes and lives.

 

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At The Keg Steakhouse & Bar, they store the wine in these immense walls of temperature controlled movable racks.  

 

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Quidi Vidi Lake on the right and St. John’s Harbour on the left from Signal Hill.

 

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Yours Truly at the Blue Rodeo concert on George Street with thousands of our new best friends and their weed… 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Cape St. Mary’s & Ferryland, Newfoundland ~ Part Six

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Hello faithful readers!  We apologize for the long delay in posting and readily admit to actually being back in Maryland for some time now.  Life, as we’re sure you know, can just sort of get in the way and all of a sudden time has flown by.  We have been talking about our wonderful summer in Newfoundland so constantly that it’s a wonder our friends and family here at home haven’t abandoned us!  Having both agreed it would be unfair to not share with you the rest of our adventure in the hopes that you too will visit this amazing island, we shall pick up where we left off 🙂

As we continued our exploration of Newfoundland, now in our sixth week, we headed south on the TCH (Trans Canada Highway) for the Avalon Peninsula where we went around counter-clockwise south on 100 on the first “finger” known as the Cape Shore.

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Avalon Peninsula – southeast Newfoundland

As usual, the road was full of potholes and DIPS, and I capitalize that to emphasize the seriousness of these struts, shocks, and axle wrecking road hazards.  Ed’s favorite bumper sticker was, “I’m not driving drunk. I’m avoiding potholes!”  Happily, however, when not closely watching this obstacle course of a road, Ed managed to also see the big hilled, lovely countryside stretching out around us.  At St. Bride’s the road turns east and becomes even more horrific.  Pretty soon, however, we get to the very narrow but smooth road out to Cape St. Mary’s Ecological Reserve and our destination for the day. The site of some of Newfoundland’s largest seabird colonies, we were very lucky to have a pretty day as we headed out the easy 1 km grassy path to the best viewing point.

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On the way out to the viewing point, the presence of over 60,000 birds becomes apparent.

Approximately 24,000 northern gannets, 20,000 black-legged kittiwakes, and 20,000 common murres, among other birds, come here each year to nest on the cliff edges and the 100 meter tall sea stack known as Bird Rock.  Before we even leave the interpretive center we catch whiffs of bird poo on the air and it’s not too far down the walk before we start to hear them, but it’s not until we get much closer that the smell and noise become really impressive, but WOW what a sight!

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Nesting Northern Gannetts occupy the sea stack, Black-legged Kittiwakes, and Common Murres nest in the remaining cliffside niches behind Marti and behind where I am standing.

 

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Northern Gannetts all perform this greeting dance whenever one partner returns to the nest.

 

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Common Murres, one here holds a capelin in his/her beak.

 

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A Black-legged Kittiwake contemplates its next move…

Having spent a couple of hours just sitting and watching the birds (and humpback whales) we slowly walked back towards the interpretation center enjoying the views and chatting with a couple of folks along the way.  Back at the parking lot, we settled in to boondock for the night. Over our cocktails, we watched the advancing pea-soup thick fog obscure the Lighthouse when the foghorn began sounding – all night, every 30 seconds.  The fog eventually became so thick the foghorn was hard to hear but it was a peaceful comforting sound all the same.

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Just at sunset, the distant fogbank approaches for the night and next day.

 

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…and here it is.

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Before we departed Cape St. Mary’s we took one last hike out in the fog to view the birds again.

 

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‘ Twas still foggy.

Next morning still in the fog we left Cape St. Mary’s, to continue on our journey. At the village of Branch, the road (now 92) turns north and the Sun came out…well at least for a while. 🙂  As is true in most of Newfoundland the road either hugs or is within a few miles of the coast and the view out the inland window is of wide open barrens punctuated with incredibly dense thickets of mostly fir, spruce, and ash.

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This is the barren peat bog part dense with fern, berry plants and low scrubby growth.

At the top of this first loop we cross over to the Irish Loop heading south toward the town of St. Vincent’s where we’ve been told the whale watching is world famous.  A steep dropoff at the shoreline here creates a deep water area where the feeding humpbacks can be seen within 300 feet of the long stone beach.

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Two humpbacks are blowing here right offshore.

 

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The beach was littered with capelin which had washed up.  These small fish are what the whales, seals, and cod feed on.  They stay out to sea all year except when they breed in the warmer waters near shore. The whales follow them in which is when we get to see them feasting on the schools.

We continued on to Trepassey where for some reason I expected a larger town.  Sort of looking for a place to stop for the night we headed out a road with a sign that pointed to an “interpretive site” thinking that might be a spot where we could stay.  The road quickly turned to gravel, but we kept going and on a big curve I spotted a lighthouse ahead and figured ah ha, we can stay there.  Eventually, we rattled and banged our way to the end of the road where we did indeed find the Powles Head Lighthouse and outside the fence a small, mostly level, gravel parking space. The old lightkeepers home was just up the hill and someone clearly lived there, so we walked up to the screened door and knocked and knocked and called “Hello”.  After a bit, an older gentleman came to the door.  We pointed to our RV and asked if it was alright if we stayed the night.  He allowed as he didn’t know what the authorities would say but he certainly didn’t care. The weather had definitely deteriorated back to heavy fog and drizzle so we did not walk around, but we did have a peaceful night with just the sound of a foghorn once again lulling us asleep.

Next morning I had wanted our next stop to be the Mistaken Point Ecological Reserve which is world famous for the 575 million year old fossils preserved in the rock, and the Cape Race Lighthouse where the Marconi Wireless station received the Titanic’s fateful distress call April 14, 1912.  The dirt road to the end, however, is about 15 miles of what even locals call treacherous and the weather was still fog and rain so we put it on our “must come back list” 🙂

Ed & I are lifelong Marylanders and as such, we had to visit Ferryland and the Colony of Avalon site where George Calvert, 1st Baron Baltimore had his agent Captain Edward Wynne establish what became the first successful permanent colony in Newfoundland, with a population of 100 souls by 1625.  Calvert wanted the colony to be a refuge for Roman Catholics being persecuted in England. By 1629 Calvert, however, wanted a place more hospitable, i.e. warmer and so he set sail south, settling in what would become Maryland.

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In its 25th consecutive season, archeologists have only uncovered a third of the original four-acre site.

 

We had the visitor center to ourselves and enjoyed reading about the colony and seeing the many items (be sure to open the drawers under the displays) already found in this still very active archeological dig. We also highly recommend stepping into the kitchen in the back of the gift shop and chatting with the delightful and knowledgeable docent in period dress, busily cooking something from a 17th century cookbook over the open fire!  They work at perfecting a different recipe each week, and there’s a social media contest for those who want to try their hand at it in their own homes.

The next morning dawned bright and sunny and we headed north up the coast to Cape Spear and St. John’s but that’s our next post.  Coming soon we promise!




 

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Common Murres nesting on the cliffs.

 

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Common Murres both in and out of the water.  They spend most of their time at sea and can swim underwater for distances of 98 feet on a regular basis with diving depths of up to 590 feet being recorded.

 

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That bit of fluff there is a baby gannet.  Often they just lay around and we thought they were dead but then… they wake up!

 

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Black-Legged Kittiwakes and babies…

 

 

 

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Looking back towards the lighthouse at Cape St. Mary’s.

 

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Looking north from beyond the lighthouse the evening was beautiful just as the fog approached from the south.

 

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Cape St. Mary’s lighthouse.

 

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It is a pretty walk.

 

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but it can get foggy at any moment then the world disappears. On average it’s foggy 200 days out of 365.

 

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Now you seem him, now you don’t…

 

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Not your average RV park…

 

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Looking back over the Avalon Colony site towards Ferryland.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bonavista Peninsula ~ Newfoundland Part Five

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When one leaves an island to go back to an island I guess “returning to the mainland” isn’t exactly accurate. In any case, we off loaded from our Fogo ferry ride and headed off for 330 East and the village of Newtown where the Barbour Living Heritage Village is located.  We did the tour but in all honesty having been in Newfoundland some time now, we didn’t really learn anything new.  There is however a lovely church here.  Ed went to take a photo of it but the shot he wanted required walking into someone’s yard.  They happened to be outdoors and so he asked permission.  The delightful, elderly lady not only said of course, she then walked him back up the street to show him the house where she was born and raised.  Turns out it’s the oldest house in Newtown.

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St. Luke’s Anglican Church, 1895, Newtown.

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Not only the oldest, but maybe the cutest.

Next morning continuing south on 320 we took a side trip out to Greenspond, a small village settled in 1690.  We stopped to walk around and got to chatting with 3 men building an outhouse (although they said it would have a flush toilet) next to a walking trail, because “when you have to go it would be good to have a spot to do it in” 🙂  One of the men told us that many of the houses in town are now summer homes, including his, and because they are on a steep hill, on the wrong side of the prevailing winds, winter can be especially hard.  In fact he said the mayor last year had to phone for help because his home was finally covered half way up the second story. He said a “crowd of men” had to come dig him out!

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Greenspond is an island community made up of several other islands. The part of town where we chatted with the men is off to the left out of the picture.

We camped the next two nights at Newman Sound in Terra Nova National Park where I made great use of the laundry.  Fellow RV’ers this is a big campground and the sites have pretty good vegetation screening, but it is very busy and there are lots of small children on bikes so watch out!

The Bonavista Peninsula is one of Newfoundland’s most visited locales and we were especially looking forward to our visit here.  While our weather was not the best we did take the side road 235-20 out to Keels on our way to Paradise Farm RV Park near the town of Bonavista. We based out of there for a couple of days and recommend their boondocking sites particularly.

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Lobster pots and a squall headed our way in Keels.

The lighthouse on Cape Bonavista is the 4th oldest in Newfoundland and houses a rare catoptric light.

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The light is on a stone column around which was built the keeper’s house so each room has as one of its interior walls the round stone tower.

An array of six parabolic (bowl shape) reflectors, in this case highly polished silver, reflected the light from lamp wicks burning seal oil.  This whole apparatus was turned by a weight driven mechanism similar to the weights of a pendulum clock, only this one required the light keeper to rewind the weights EVERY TWO HOURS!! If you are a lighthouse lover you must put this one on your MVL (Must Visit List).

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This is the catoptric array. Not only did the windows have to be washed constantly, but the polished silver bowl had to be constantly cleaned.  You can see the modern light through the window.

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This is the winding mechanism which turns as the weights pull down thus turning the gears and spinning the light, just like a clock.

There are paths around the light where we found many, many bird wings that were the remains of meals a Silver Fox and her kits enjoy when not getting hand-outs from tourists.

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A very relaxed and unconcerned Silver Fox soaks up the sun as people walk by just below the lighthouse.

Near Bonavista we also drove in to Dungeon Provincial Park where there was actually a sign labeling the area as pasture and there were horses and cows!

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The dungeon is a collapsed sea cave with twin entrances. Pretty cool.

As I said in our first Newfoundland blog post, icebergs were at the top of our list of things to see, second was PUFFINS 🙂  Elliston is famous for their root cellars (which are actually all over Newfoundland but there is a high concentration of them here), and, the Atlantic Puffin which come to nest each summer.

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Very cute but I think it’s a sad face…

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The males generally dig the burrows where one egg is laid.  They share in tending the nest.

Also on the Bonavista Peninsula is the village of Trinity where fisherman set up summer stations as early as the mid 1500’s.  This charming village is situated on the hills above a protected harbour. A delightfully walkable town we spent several hours poking about before a nice lunch at Dock Marina Gift Store & Art Gallery.  Trinity was also the shooting location for the 2002 TV mini-series, “Random Passage”.

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The Trinity Museum is chockablock full of interesting stuff about fishing, sealing, life over the last 200 years and the first experimental use of the smallpox vaccine in North America.  Rev. Dr. John Clinch gave the first vaccines here in Trinity to his nephew and children in 1798 to prove their efficacy.

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A vigorous Rosa Rugosa bush.  They were in bloom everywhere on Newfoundland and the magnificent fragrance just filled the air.

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St. Paul’s Anglican Church (#3) built in 1892.  The first two burned down.

Across the bay from Trinity is Fort Point which entails a drive out a rather horrible narrow dirt road, but oh what a trip worth taking!

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The lighthouse at Fort Point is not open for tours but you can walk around the grounds and learn all about the fortifications built by the French and British to defend the harbour.

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After walking around the grounds of the light we parked here for the night and watched whales all afternoon and evening until dark.

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We never tire of watching the humpbacks.

We cannot believe how very much we are seeing and how beautiful it all is. This is now post five and we expect to probably have two more about “The Rock”.  Ed & I thank you for being  armchair travelers on our Newfoundland adventure and hope you will keep “riding along” with us.




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Bonavista Lighthouse.

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The kitchen in the Bonavista Lighthouse. Notice the weight in a cubby next to the small table behind the stove.  This opening runs up in the stone column to the winding mechanism that turns the light.  Every two hours it needs winding.  Nobody got much sleep.

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A rare sight on Newfoundland, pasture and a horse.

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Our last iceberg on this trip in Port Rexton.  Ed managed to grab some more iceberg bits for his cocktail glass.

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Also in Elliston is a nesting colony of Black Headed Terns. Constant non-stop activity as the mates brought little fish to the nest to feed the family.

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Puffins are seabirds and spend most of their time on the water except when they come to land to build nests and raise their young.  This site near Elliston is considered the very best and almost only place one can see puffins this close up.

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Marti is about to bust with excitement but you would never know it…

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Beautiful, comical and sad, they fly astonishingly fast.

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One of hundreds of root cellars where root veggies and cabbages are stored over the winter months.

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The sanctuary of St. Paul’s Trinity.

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We love the wide range of the painted colors of the houses of Newfoundland. When’s the last time you saw a pink, yellow and green house? Note the root cellar behind the garden.

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Can you imagine the response of an American homeowners association to the delightful palette of these houses?

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Inside the Trinity Museum…  Most items have a tag explaining what it is and who donated it.

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English Harbour on Bonavista Peninsula.

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The sea stack is known as Naked Man.  This scene is just to the right of where we overnighted on Fort Point.

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Night falls on Fort Point and the light shines.

Fogo Island ~ Newfoundland Part Four

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On Fogo Island, the Town of Fogo Island is comprised of several small villages which used to be separate and unique defined largely by either their religion or ethnicity.  The villages: Fogo, Joe Batt’s Arm, Barr’d Island, Shoal Bay, Tilting, Seldom and Little Seldom were all amalgamated in 2011 forming one community in order to more efficiently provide services and a stronger regional voice politically.

Fogo Map

Fogo Island

The ferry to Fogo Island (round trip $22.25 Canadian!) operates on a first come, first served basis. We headed out really early from Twillingate and the hour long drive to the village of Farewell to hopefully be in line for the 9AM ferry.  It turns out I failed remedial reading and departure was set at 8:30AM. However, we did get there with lots of time to spare and easily made it on board.

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The MV Legionnaire is a brand new ship and was nice and shiny.

On the Fogo Island side, the ferry docks just outside the village of Stag Harbour where we off-loaded and headed for the only RV campground on the island.  Within 10 minutes we were both grinning ear to ear already in love with this rocky place!  Getting to the campground we found a lovely spot on a rise overlooking Banks Cove in a mostly empty park. Bordered on one side by Brimstone Head and a much smaller rocky hill on the other this place is only lacking WIFI, although it can be had up by the Lions Club rec-hall at the top of the park.

First thing we did after hooking up was to hike the very steep, but largely staired, 338 ft climb up to the platform perched at the top of Brimstone Head.

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Brimstone Head on the left with Banks Cove and our campground on the right.  Notice the stairs leading up to the platform.  Stairs and boardwalks are built all over Newfoundland and especially on Fogo to provide access as well as protect the bogs and fragile plant life.  

On the way up we stopped and had a long chat with Lorne Simms who pointed out her home near the trail just over on the other side from Banks Cove.  As we have already experienced, folks from Newfoundland are beyond friendly.  She told us to stop in for tea if we came by on a hike and offered her canoe if we wanted to paddle around the cove! In chatting with Newfoundlanders, Ed likes to say that in two minutes you are friends and in ten, family.

It was a very warm day, near 80*, hot by Newfie standards, and Ed decided he’d go for a swim just to prove he could.  After warming up he broke a chunk off the bit of iceberg just on the edge of the water and we had 15,000 year old ice for our cocktails 🙂

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Marti insists that I did not swim but just dipped.  Call it what you will, it was cold. There was a Newfie fellow who did actually swim around for a good 15 minutes. This chunk of bergy bit provided us with a freezer full of ice for our cocktails.  The ice is so dense it does not absorb salt from the ocean.  Just rinse it off with fresh water and it’s good to go.

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My legs are not normally purple.  It was COLD.

When we woke the next morning we could see a big iceberg just off the point of the next cove so we hiked out to take a closer look.  We sat for a long while just watching the icebergs. Giving different ones names so we would know which one was which, we talked about them as if they were dear friends.

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We called this one the Matterhorn and it was with us for the entire week as it broke up and finally melted/floated away.

After about an hour we walked on around the point looking for the continuation of the trail we’d been told was there.  Not finding any kind of path Ed surprised the heck out of me and said let’s just go up and over!

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It was remarkably steep and unlike most climbs we have done before, Ed found the footing very easy and secure and I did not.

When we first got to the campground I had a nice chat with the gentleman registering us. He informed me that there was a kitchen party here at the Lions Club Wednesday night and we should be sure to come as it was lots of fun with Newfie music, Newfie food (JamJams) and a 50/50. Oh, and of course we could also then be Screeched-In.  Ed in particular is always ready for a good time and so of course we headed up when the doors opened about 8:30.

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Part of the Screeching-In ritual is reciting Newfie sayings and phrases.  For the life of me, I had no idea what Denny had said to me and my efforts to repeat it caused gales of laughter from the locals.  

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The final step in the initiation to become an Honorary Newfoundlander (being Screeched-In) is to “Kiss the Cod”. He was frozen solid but still fishy.  You do what you have to do… We had a blast and have certificates to prove it.

Fogo Island is the largest of the Newfoundland Labrador offshore islands.  Originally a part of the French Coast, by the mid 1700’s the English and Irish were settling here and indeed the small town of Tilting on the northeast corner is to this day uniquely Irish and Roman Catholic.  In Tilting we visited the Dwyer Premises which offers a close look at the salt cod fishery process of old (for individual consumption the basics of the process has not changed).

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Looking out from the Dwyer Premises to see the fishing stage and decking poles which are called longers, that make up the stage platform. The building is where the cod was split and salted, then a few days later the salt was washed off and the fish flakes laid out to dry in the sun and wind. Every night the pieces of fish were stacked and covered and laid out again the next day. The fishing of cod, salt preservation and extracting of cod liver oil was the whole reason for being in every village on Newfoundland.

Because there was an unnamed walking trail sign by a short dirt road we drove out to the little pullout next to a narrow path along Oliver’s Cove that was to be one of our prettiest hikes on the island.

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Oliver’s Cove.  Marti just maybe might have found a rock she liked…

Our favorite village was Joe Batt’s Arm, and in all honesty it wins over Tilting because of Nicole’s Café!  As you dear readers have probably noted, we travel by our stomachs 🙂  If you’re on Fogo, DO NOT miss Nicole’s!  Everything is wonderful but the mussels are… WOW!

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Fishing stages in Joe Batt’s Arm with the village across the water.

Just before heading to Fogo I had done a little Googling which is when I discovered that one of those really wonderful, off the beaten path, expensive inns I had seen one day while day-dreaming around the internet was actually here… on Fogo and in Joe Batt’s Arm!  Ed would not indulge me 😦

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Zita Cobb left her home of Fogo Island at the age of 16, but after making millions in the dot com industry she returned to help the islanders she loved.  Long story short, she had this 29 suite inn built and decorated by local artists and workers.  It offers employment for up to 70 islanders and profits are used in many ways to help Fogo.  We have heard Newfoundlanders praise her efforts and express disdain that they could never afford to stay.  Personally Ed thinks it’s about the ugliest thing he ever saw.  The retired Coast Guard ice breaker is part of the recognition of Canada’s 150 year celebration . It is crossing from one coast to the other visiting communities along the way.  It was in town for the annual Dory Races in Joe Batt’s Arm.

We did the hike out to the Giant Auk sculpture and sat for a long time just watching the ice, waves and birds.

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The Great Auk was hunted to extinction so now it gets a bronze statue to remember it by.  It is looking  towards Iceland where there is a matching Auk looking back. No, while big, they were not this big, but about 30″ tall.

Back in Fogo the village, we did the hike at Lion’s Den and also the hike up to Fogo Head.

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Along the Lion’s Den Hike looking back to Shoal Tickle.  A tickle is a narrow and shallow passage of water that will “tickle” the bottom of your boat as you pass over if you aren’t careful.

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Looking back at some of Fogo Village and Brimstone Head from Fogo Head. The pond is an old impoundment for the town’s water supply.

We watched icebergs for hours.  We had long conversations with the nicest people with the most wonderful accents (not all of which we completely understood).  We fell in love with an incredibly beautiful, quiet, rugged and magical spot populated with kind, caring, hard working honest folks.  We stayed 8 days…..a record for us.  This is a MVL (Must Visit List) place if ever there was one….but you must slow down and be content to just sit quietly for a long time to watch, see, absorb…..and to be rejuvenated.




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That’s a big fishing boat, did you even notice it…  there is a reason there’s a huge Facebook Group following the Newfoundland icebergs.

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Watching them, waiting for the moment a piece breaks off or it splits, the sound, a cannon-shot and then they roll over.  It becomes addictive, and peaceful.

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Here, we happened to be looking in the right direction when a chunk fell off, we heard the sound and Ed started shooting.  I wish you could hear it.  Come to Newfoundland next June.

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A bit of Joe Batt’s Arm.

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The walk out to the Great Auk.  A 4.6K round trip.  Ed measured it.

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Designed by the same architect as the Inn, this is the largest of four working artist’s studios around the island.

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Detail of a small pool and rock on our walk out to the Auk. The water is stained by the peat and reflects clouds and sky nicely.

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The interior of the fishing stage at Dwyers Premises

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From the trailhead of Lion’s Den looking back at Fogo.

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At the end of the day, after an unusual thunderstorm the clearing sky over our cove.

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With apologies for the length of this post we offer you a little Maker’s Mark over 15,000 year old ice.