And As a Reminder....

Here are some "best of the best" pix from summer, 2007. This is Deer Lakes in September.
This is Capital City in September
This was seen from The Porch on the clubhouse one late afternoon thundershower.

This is American Basin in early summer.
This is from American Basin selection.
This is in Vail, CO. August
This is from Big Blue Creek Trail above the Lake Fork River.
Camp Robber Jay at Big Blue picnic area.

Uncompaghre Peak in early summer.
Alpine Loop road, toward Cinnamon Pass, June.
June, Cinnamon Pass portion of loop.
American Basin, State Flowers
Maricopa Lily, from Los Pinos Pass road.

Durango to Home

We spent Tuesday night in Durango with dinner at Seriously Texas BBQ (Hutch in L.C. does a better smoked BBQ, folks). Went to bed early, trying not to worry about the ATV and trailer in the parking lot (they are prime theft targets). We've gone to great lengths to make a theft extremely difficult via locks and kryptonite cable, so we were pretty confident they were secure. Next morning, with our ATV and trailer thankfully intact, we set off on a longer day with continuing great weather and not much traffic. It was an uneventful drive through some very familiar and equally boring territory, through some of that painfully desolate Ute and Navajo reservation land between Durango and Gallup, NM.
We gained an hour on the clock as we entered Arizona (you know, that silly daylight savings time thing), so arrived at our motel at ShowLow too early to check in. We quickly decided that our best move would be to boogie on up to the Hondah Casino, stay as long as we wanted, since the room was guaranteed till 1 am (long past our bedtime!).
C promptly found their one blackjack table, and wonder of wonders, the minimum bet was $3. Loving the game, she'd gladly play for a quarter! Four hours later and up $16, it was dinner time, and the minimum was raised to $5 a hand. It was fun, low-stress gambling, just what the doctor ordered.
Meantime, E had a met a fellow at the bar who knew people HE knew from the Springerville, AZ area, and long story short...they became bar buddies, next thing we knew we all 3 were meeting in the lounge after dinner for drinks and dancing. Yes, after a whole summer of lowkey living we picked our last night on the road for partying. How wise was that, huh? We did all have a good time, the band and the dancing were a welcome contrast to the past months of mostly outdoor life. Civilization does have its advantages, after all! Sure is nice to be able to enjoy the best of both worlds.
This guy we met is an elk hunting guide in the White Mts. and in New Mexico mts, a very interesting and gregarious fellow, AND quite an athletic dancer. We exchanged personal info, may connect with him and his wife another time when we get through the area. But if we never meet again, he'll have a spot in our memory book!
Not all that much worse for the wear, next morning we completed our trip home, reminiscing all the way through Salt River Canyon about the summer the truck blew the engine (pulling the 5th wheel and blocking the traffic lane), on the up slope going north out of the canyon, on a 2-lane road. Not a pretty story, but all ended OK and here we are 2 yrs later, with a new 5th wheel, permanently parked in L.C., and the truck replaced by a Honda Odyssey.
Perhaps the selection of an Odyssey, now that I think about it, was a subconscious choice of a headline for our life story, as we continue to journey and wander, with hope that our personal odyssey will last longer than the 10 years Homer described in his epic poem!
It's been gratifying to hear from friends and family that they've enjoyed the pictures and narrative we've done this summer, your positive and complimentary comments have been inspiring and motivate us to do more. Thanks!

On our departure morning, the 25th of Sept., the sunlight was bright and the foliage was brilliant. At one point the glow from the aspens surrounding the road in tight formation was so bright that it hurt my eyes. But who wants to distort the color with sunglasses? Not me! E, the driver, just had to do it, though. Going upward to Slumgullion Pass was simply an ethereal experience that morning....I search for words to describe it, and fail.
We stopped at the overlook above San Cristobal Lake for one last look, and though even these enhanced pix don't do it justice, it's a small clue to what the naked eye really sees. Many of the scenes prompted our comment, "You just can't capture this in a photo, it will have to be another beautiful memory in our minds."
Further down the road, the Rio Grande Valley that lies below Spring Creek Pass and onward toward Creede provided another colorful palette, a little different, large ranch meadows making the scene more pastoral (I started to say "bucolic", have been dying to use that word, but pastoral is more appropriate). The meadows are threaded with twining, twisting streams and surrounded by sweeping, golden and red mountainsides that terminate in rocky precipices backlit by a clear, deep blue sky.
Up and over Wolf Creek Pass, we drive through familiar territory full of memories of previous summers spent camping around this area. In Pagosa Springs, we stop at Tequila's for lunch, a peaceful respite as we watch the San Juan River tumble over boulders just below the hot springs location. As we reminisced about our times in Pagosa, we talked about the Happy Camper campground where we met the owner Rick, and Spike (with the bottomless Jack Daniels bottle), Carl & Joanna (email moniker is "goatroper"!?!), our evenings in the Bear Creek Saloon, our breakfasts at Victoria's Parlor, our dinners at the HogsBreath, our hikes above the Piedre River and on Wolf Creek Pass, our fishing in Echo Canyon Lake, and finally....our dip in the hot springs pools when we swear we stayed overnight in the Best Western across the street. This becomes noteworthy because we just can't figure out under what circumstances we stayed at that motel, given that we always were in a camper up until this year. But we both swore we actually did stay in the motel, and concluded that we've just been running so fast and furious for the past almost 8 years we can't remember every detail.
More trip home stuff to come, stay tuned, have to get some breakfast into our bellies!