tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55140388565530244022024-03-13T18:19:06.078-07:00Travels of The MercuryDocumentation of the development of a Mercedes-Benz, Sportsmobile Sprinter van. Follow us as we explore the USA in our Class B RV.Jim and Jackie Blurtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824169851680078925noreply@blogger.comBlogger131125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514038856553024402.post-71360824263676834592019-01-14T20:21:00.002-08:002019-01-14T20:21:15.831-08:00Silver City, NM, Day Hikes in the Gila River, Box Canyon<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Our group often takes several hikes into Box Canyon in the fall to catch the color change in the cottonwoods along the Gila River. Box Canyon slices into the desert flats with a jagged, deepening cut that intersects with the Lower <span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">Gila River </span>Box. The hour and a half drive from Silver City and the final stretch of dirt road to the head of the canyon are worth it to take this outstanding 6-mile roundtrip hike.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our hiking group meanders down Box Canyon pondering the<br />
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At its origin Box Canyon is a wide, sandy wash that channels across the desert.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Water from recent rain pools in the wash.</td></tr>
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The hike down the canyon is gradual and easy.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A handsome Greater Earless Lizard sleeps in the sand waiting to warm up in the sun.</td></tr>
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We find a colorful 8-inch Greater Earless Lizard in the sand. He doesn't twitch a muscle as we gather around to take pictures. He's needs to warm up from a chill night before he can get going.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I see a vague resemblance to the Abby Road album cover</td></tr>
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The canyon deepens and cuts through volcanic tuff creating interesting options for working our way down canyon.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> A ancient grinding hole on a ledge along the wash. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some of our intrepid group members at the beginning of the narrows.</td></tr>
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A couple miles into the hike water carved narrows funnel us down into the deep walled canyon.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim at the drop into the narrows.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The group funnels into the cut.</td></tr>
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The color and texture of the rock at the narrows looks like concrete.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Water pools in the narrows after rains.</td></tr>
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Water pools in the narrows after rains. We've been here when the narrows were completely filled and we had to scramble around.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hiking through the narrows.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking back up the narrows.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A layer of cobbles sandwiched between layers of tuff. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Geologic stories.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We come out at the lower end of the narrows.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These are believed to be Apache petroglyphs.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Apache dancers.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The wash below the narrows often flows during the rainy season.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The canyon gets deeper and cottonwoods grow in the bottom as we get closer to the river..</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The group often gets spread out and regroups as we slinky our way down canyon. </td></tr>
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The canyon is at its deepest as we approach the Gila River.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">An ash leans out over the water just downstream of the confluence of Box Canyon and the Gila River.</td></tr>
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We have lunch at the river and enjoy some explorations along it's bank. We can't go far before we have to ford the river which is running high from recent rain. We decide to call it a day.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Trees form graceful lines along water stained walls. </td></tr>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">In the fall afternoon the sun drops below the canyon walls and casts the Gila River in a cool, purple light. There's a gentle lapping as the river rolls peacefully along and an occasional bird call bounces from the walls.</span><b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I find a large prize Oyster Mushroom in its prime on a dead snag but it's too high on the trunk to reach. Sigh!</td></tr>
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On our way back up Box Canyon we're treated to a flock of migrating White-throated Swifts. Hundreds of them dart in a continuous chittering aerial display at the canyon rim above our heads. I managed to get a picture of a few of them restlessly coming and going from a crack under the overhanging rock wall. They were a real delight. The size of the flock was unusual.<br />
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It's late October and the cottonwoods are just beginning to change.<br />
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Looking up river from above the rim of the Lower Gila Box.</div>
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When we get back to the vehicles we drive a short distance on a jeep trail along the Box Canyon rim to the rim of the Lower Gila River Box. Seen from above the Gila River is a green flow of trees across a dry, craggy land. That's why this river is so valuable and an amazing habitat and major bird migration route. Fall is just beginning to touch the cottonwoods. We'll have to come back at the end of November to see the fall colors. By then the winter raptors will be here.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A river of green in a dry, craggy land.</td></tr>
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The tops of the 60 ft. cottonwoods come right to the top of the canyon. They fill the canyon from rim to rim.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me sitting on the edge of the canyon.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking into the confluence of Box Canyon and Lower Gila Box.</td></tr>
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We parked at the end of the road and walked along the rim to look down into the confluence of the Box and the Lower Gila Box where we had lunch by the river a few hours ago.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking back toward the Gila River. What river?</td></tr>
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Away from the rim you'd never know there was a gorge and a river between you and the mountain on the horizon.<br />
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We find a small ruin<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"> just below the rim of Box Canyon</span>. It's impossible to get to and has an unknown purpose.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lookin up Box Canyon from the rim.</td></tr>
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We can look up the length of Box Canyon to the desert flats. We hiked the length of the canyon this morning. A day well spent.<br />
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JackieJim and Jackie Blurtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824169851680078925noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514038856553024402.post-66747300880615928992019-01-08T20:09:00.000-08:002019-01-12T19:44:25.288-08:00Silver City, NM, Day Hikes in the Gila National Forest, Jordan Hot SpringsGreg asked about <span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">Jordan Hot Springs. It's been many years since we've been there but I've put some of my experiences and photos together from that hike. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 16px; font-variant: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">We started at the Little Bear Canyon Trail #729 at TJ Corral just north of the Gila Cliff Dwellings National Monument Visitor Center. It's about 6 miles to Jordan Hot Springs which makes for a long 12-mile round-trip day hike. The last approximately 2 miles are up the Middle Fork of the Gila River. I remember counting 15 river crossings. The river was running high and we had several crossings with channels that were a couple feet deep with fast water. Usually the river is calf deep at best. Trekker polls are great for keeping your stability as you wade the river were rocks are often slick with silt or algae. </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 16px; font-variant: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 16px; font-variant: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">I highly recommend never hiking the Middle Fork during the monsoon season in August and September without a comprehensive weather forecast. This river can flash flood from rains higher up in the mountains and out of view. People have been stranded in the canyon during flash floods.</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking up the Middle Fork of the Gila River from the confluence with Little Bear Canyon.</td></tr>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">The trail begins with a gradual climb for about 2 miles from TJ Corral to the saddle at the head of Little Bear Canyon. As we followed the trail down Little Bear the canyon begins to constrict into a narrows that twist down towards the Middle Fork. Not a good place to be caught in a flash flood. Wish I had a pic to show you. Little Bear deposits you to a fanfare of river music when the canyon ends abruptly and you step into the beautiful gorge of the Middle Fork of the Gila River.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">An Arizona Sycamore glows in fall colors against a back drop of Middle Fork cliffs.</td></tr>
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We did this hike during the first week of November. The fall colors were at their finest.<br />
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Jordan Hot Springs is about 2 river bends (1/4 mile?) above the confluence of the Middle Fork and Jordan Canyon. It's on river right as you are going up river.<br />
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November is a fickle month. On our hike out a sunny day turns to overcast. It snowed the next day.</div>
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Little Cherry Creek, in the Gila National Forest, is a popular hike for Silver City residents and a short 15 minute drive from town. It's one of the trails that connects to the Continental Divide Trail as it ascends into the Pinos Altos Range <span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">north of Silver City</span>. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The first 2 miles of this hike are on a jeep road to a private property inholding in the Gila National Forest.</td></tr>
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The first 2 miles of the hike is on a jeep road up Little Cherry Creek which leads to a private property inholding in the National Forest. Trail 241 intersects the road and the next 2.25 miles of trail climbs to a saddle north of Twin Sisters Peaks where it intersects the CDC Trail 74. It's a very nice 8.5 mile round trip.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The forest is cool and lush in the summer. Little Cherry Creek pools where it crosses the road.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The jeep road is a shady lane that tunnels through the alder and hackberry trees in the creek bottom.</td></tr>
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There's a diversity of ecology along this trail.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Trail 241 leaves the riparian habitat of Little Cherry Creek and climbs up the mountain.</td></tr>
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Silver City, a once-upon-a-time frontier town, has about 10,000 residents and sits at 6,000 ft. on the slopes of the Continental Divide in southwestern New Mexico. It's a Gateway Community for the CDT. The foothills of the Gila National Forest embrace the town to the north while the lower apron of grasslands gradually descend into the southern deserts. There's a topsy-turvy blend of ancient, uplifted sea bed and volcanic geology. Elevation and latitude mix pine forests with arid vegetation and cactus. <br />
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We have a social group of about 6 to 10 hikers that meet every Thursday for a weekly hike which averages about 8 miles. Sometimes we go on trails and sometimes cross country to explore new places. Everyone is welcome.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sometimes the trail is rocky. Indian Paintbrush blooms along the way.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Twin Sisters Peaks from the CDT. The trail climbs half way up the peaks then contours around on the left.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hiking the CDT at Signal Peak.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The CDT climbs into the Ponderosa Pine forest on the ascent to Signal Peak.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking back toward Silver City from the slopes of Signal Peak.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The trail continues to climb up the mountain.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me on the CDT at Signal Peak.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The CDT going to Signal Peak.</td></tr>
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My favorite times for h<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">iking the CDT to Signal Peak </span>are summer and fall. Our best wildflower season is in late summer and early fall after the summer rains have begun.</div>
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<br />Jim and Jackie Blurtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824169851680078925noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514038856553024402.post-75272311698568576012018-09-02T16:51:00.001-07:002018-09-02T16:51:09.426-07:002017 Travels, Bicycling Dillon Reservoir, Vail Pass and Breckenridge, CO<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our view from Peak One Campground across the reservoir to Frisco.</td></tr>
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This is our second visit to Dillon Reservoir to bicycle the bike paths. The paved paths offer great scenery and bicycling. The communities of Frisco, Dillon and Silver Thorn offer good restaurants and shopping. It's a short bike ride to Frisco if you want to eat out.<br />
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Our favorite campground is Peak One, a White River National Forest Campground right on Dillon Reservoir. A primitive respite in the middle of the bustling towns that surround the lake. There's another Forest Service campground on the north side of the lake but it's near the freeway and noisy. This one is the best and has more room and was just right for our van. There are no hookups,but flush toilets, water and dump station, and good internet. The cost was $24.45 per night or $14 with the Senior Pass. We paid a $10 transaction fee to make our reservations on line. This campground will be full on the weekends.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Peak One Campground has widely spaced sites and mountain views even though it's in the middle of lake side communities.</td></tr>
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We planned on riding all the paved bike paths. The best ride is to Vale Pass, a 30-mile round-trip from the campground with a 1500 ft. altitude gain. The trail goes through the Copper Mountain Ski Resort.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Arriving at the Copper Mountain Ski Basin.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Arriving at the Copper Mountain Ski Basin. Ski runs are on the right.</td></tr>
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After we rode through the ski resort we began encountering <span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">people of all ages from old folks to little kids riding down the mountain. Most were riding cruiser bikes. We couldn't imagine how all these people rode to the pass, especially the little kids, and were already riding back down the mountain. The answer was at the pass. There are several bike rental companies in Frisco. They rent the bikes, bus the people to Vail Pass and let them loose to cruise back down the mountain.</span></div>
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The section of the bike path between Copper Mountain Ski Basin and Vail Pass is the steepest and requires some bike handling ability. We saw people with varying skills. One little guy riding behind his Dad down the path was dragging his shoes for brakes. Bet those soles were well worn by the time he got back to the lodge. I was imagining the soles starting to smoke. Another girl went flying off the path when she didn't make a curve. Our bike skills came in handy trying to avoid all these people as we climbed the pass. So be forewarned if you ride the Vail Pass. </div>
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The next day we rode our favorite flat ride on the bike path that circumvents Dillion Reservoir. It was 32 miles starting from Peak One Campground, around the lake, a steep climb around the shoulder of Swan Mountain (not flat), up to Breckenridge and back to Peak One. It's a terrifically fun ride.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Riding around Dillion Reservoir.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beautiful scenery all the way.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lots of peaks.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The path to Breckenridge is a gradual assent and it's always fun going back down..</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lots of people ride between Dillion Reservoir and Breckenridge but the path isn't over crowded.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The mules are always at a pasture fence and appreciate a hand out of fresh grass.</td></tr>
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We end our stay at Dillion and move on to Wyoming on our journey north.<br />
So long for now.<br />
Jackie<br />
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<br />Jim and Jackie Blurtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824169851680078925noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514038856553024402.post-300008193631543032018-07-06T18:46:00.001-07:002018-07-07T20:28:46.431-07:002017 Travels, Buena Vista and OHVing from St. Elmo to Tincup, CO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We rent a Polaris Razor to drive over Tincup Pass.</td></tr>
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<b>St. Elmo to Tincup, CO.</b> We're visiting Tommy and Sarah in Buena Vista, CO and together we rent a 4-seat Polaris Razor to ride over Tincup Pass between the historic towns of St. Elmo and Tincup. We've never ridden in an OHV so this is a new experience and it turned out to be a lot of fun.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking up at the pass.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The ride up to Tincup Pass.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim and I at Tincup Pass on the Continental Divide.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The winds are blowing pretty cold on the Divide even in July.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Continental Divide is SOOOO BIG!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking down the west side of Continental Divide.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We arrive at Tin Cup on the west side of the Continental Divide.</td></tr>
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We arrive at the historic mining town of Tin Cup. Tommy and Sarah take us to visit the cemetery, which proves to be as interesting as they told us. The cemetery is on several knolls surrounded by wetlands in the middle of a valley surrounded by high mountains. As remote as any historic town could be.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One section of the Tin Cup cemetery is on this tree covered knoll surrounded by wetlands.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim and Tommy walk through the main cemetery looking at the old graves.<br />
Only residents or former residents of Tin Cup can be buried here.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some graves are very old.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some graves are marked only with small stones but the memories are just as dear.</td></tr>
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The cemetery on the little tree covered knoll is known as the cemetery for the ladies of the night.</div>
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The graves are mostly unmarked and no one remembers them.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This marker on the knoll has no inscription but nature landscaped her lonely grave .</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The grave for this lady has no marker but someone placed a vine wreath in remembrance.</td></tr>
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Rain begins and we don't take time to explore the town. The café we hoped to eat at is closed. Jim takes the wheel on the drive back over the pass.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim has fun driving back over the pass.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We see a big bull moose on the way back to Tincup Pass.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Who goes there?" A marmot checks us out as we drive by.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We go over the Tincup Pass and down to St. Elmo on the east side of the Divide.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We're back in St. Elmo.</td></tr>
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Back in St. Elmo we take time to walk the town. Lot's of people come here to drive over Tincup Pass. The old buildings are being restored and the town is beginning a revival. This is just the kind of old mining town you've wanted to experience.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The main street of St. Elmo is crowed with visitors and OHV.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The historic buildings are being renovated.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New walkways are being built and the windows of the historic building offer intriguing glimpses. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This old house has potential.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12.8px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: center; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">A manikin peers out from a 2nd story window.</span></td></tr>
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Curtains hand in the windows of all the old historic buildings and decorations adorn the window sills. Even though people can't enter the building at this time the décor give the town a new life and the windows are inviting and interesting to photograph.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The windows of all the historic buildings are interesting and fun to photograph.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This old building has tin siding.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Flowers decorate in the windows as if someone lives here.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What shops were these?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Old shop front windows and doors.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our ride ends back in St. Elmo.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tommy, Sara and Jackie enjoy downtown St. Elmo.</td></tr>
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After your ride there are eats, snacks and ice cream in St. Elmo. They appreciate your patronage and it's a nice ending to a wonderful day high in the high Rockies.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Downtown Buena Vista, CO. Walkable and lots of nice shops and dining.</td></tr>
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Back in Buena Vista we spend an afternoon walking around downtown visiting the many shops. There are great eateries, grills and ice cream and frozen yogurt shops.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The park in downtown Buena Vista is inviting with it's homey tile furniture.</td></tr>
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The city park in downtown Buena Vista is inviting with its homey tile furnishings. No one is going to be rearranging the furniture.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wouldn't this look wonderful in your garden?</td></tr>
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Buena Vista also has a unique white water river park. The city, already well known for it's recreational rafting, has aqua-scaped the <span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">Arkansas River</span> with large boulders to create world-class completion white water rapids. A path along the river offers viewing of completions or watching enthusiasts trying their skills in the rapids with kayaks, paddle boards and boogie boards.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This guy was doing his best on his boogie board but quickly ended up getting tossed off into the water.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This guy road the tongue of this rapid on his paddle board for at least half and hour<br />
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Our adventures in Buena Vista come to an end and we travel on to Dillon Reservoir for some bicycling.<br />
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Jackie<br />
<br />Jim and Jackie Blurtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824169851680078925noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514038856553024402.post-45022516145758894912018-05-09T08:10:00.000-07:002018-05-09T08:10:13.573-07:002017 Travels, A hike to Kroenke Lake, San Isabel NF and an afternoon in Buena Vista, CO<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tommy and Jim look like brothers.</td></tr>
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<b>A Hike to Kroenke Lake.</b> During a visit with friends, Tommy and Sarah in Buena Vista, CO, Tommy takes us on a pleasant 10 mile round-trip hike to beautiful Kroenke Lake in the San Isabel National Forest. The day starts out sunny as days usually do in the Rockies.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The trail to the lake begins rising gently through the forest.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At the boundary to the Collegiate Peaks Wilderness in the San Isabel NF.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The creek becomes a continues cataract as it tumbles down the mountain. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It starts raining as we near the lake.</td></tr>
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As always in the Rockies in the summer we bring rain gear and as expected we get a down pour.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim and I at Kroenke Lake</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Down town Buena Vista has a lot going on and a lot of great restaurants and shops.</td></tr>
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<b>An afternoon in Buena Vista.</b> In the afternoon we enjoy strolling downtown Buena Vista, eating ice cream and perusing shops.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We watch a paddle boarder serf a rapid in the Arkansas River. He was really good and held his<br />position for quite a long time before turning and going down river to the next rapid.</td></tr>
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A trail along the Arkansas River at the end of the Main Street offers the excitement of watching paddle boarders, boogie boarders and kayakers challenge the rapids and standing waves in the river. The rapids are artificially made by placing large boulders in the river to create a world class completion water course.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A boogie boarder just got into the wave before taking a dunk. Wet suites are necessary gear.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A kayaker plays in the rapids.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim, Tommy and Sarah relax on the cool tile furniture in the park.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tile living room set with mosaic rug.</td></tr>
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On our next adventure Tommy and Sarah will take us OHVing over Tincup Pass.<br />Until then.<br />
Jackie<br />
<br />Jim and Jackie Blurtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824169851680078925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514038856553024402.post-30692256379619862772018-04-20T19:03:00.001-07:002018-04-20T19:54:23.487-07:002017 Travels, Great Sand Dunes National Park and Buffalo Pass Campground in Colorado<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim climbs to the top of a dune after an afternoon thunderstorm.</td></tr>
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<b>Great Sand Dunes National Park</b> is always a great place to stay if you pass this way. We stayed here during the last week in July during the Monsoon rain season. There's a great Visitor Center and the Pinyon Flats Campground were we stay is more suited to tents and small rigs like ours but there are some sites that large rigs can fit into. The sites have no hookups, there are nice flush toilet facilities, dish washing sink and water is available at taps. The cost is $20 per night, $10 with the Senior Pass.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim stands on top of a dune enjoying the view.</td></tr>
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We arrived at Great Sand Dunes after a thunderstorm which dampened and packed the sand. Walking up the dunes was like waking on pavement, no sliding back in the sand with each step.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Patterns in the dunes.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It was windy as the thunderstorm dissipated but the damp dunes meant no blowing sand and a pleasing afternoon hike.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dunes and more dunes.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Medano Creek flows between the dunes and Pinyon Flats Campground<br />
but it's only a few inches deep and easy to wade across.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A cloud eye appears in the darkening sky and most everyone in the campground comes out to take pictures.<br />
It's what campers do.</td></tr>
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There are other hikes beside walking the dunes. We spend the next day hiking the 8.5 mile Medano Creek Loop Trail between the dunes and the base of the mountain range.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hiking the Medano Creek Loop.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hiking the Medano Creek Loop.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A view of the dunes from the Medano Creek Loop.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mule Deer are residents of the Great Sand Dunes.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bee Balm is blooming everywhere.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A old juniper stump become sculpture.</td></tr>
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We take one more hike on the dunes before leaving for our next destination. It's a beautiful sunny day and visitors are swarming on the dunes. Walk over the first set of dunes and there is no one to be see. That is what we do and find dune solitude.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From our point of view at the top of a dune, people, looking like ants, swarm onto the dunes from the Visitor Center. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We hike up the dunes, away from the crowds and into the wilds.</td></tr>
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We leave Great Sand Dunes to travel north to the town of Saguache and take highway 114 toward Cochetopa Pass. We stay at Buffalo Pass Campground in the Rio Grande National Forest about a mile from the highway on the climb to the pass. It's a primitive campground in a beautiful stand of aspen and pine surrounding flower-filled meadows. There are no hookups or water, only vault toilets. A perfect, peaceful place. The rate is $5 per night, $2.50 with the Senior Pass.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our campsite at Buffalo Pass Campground in the Rio Grande National Forest on the east side of Cochetopa Pass.</td></tr>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">Every time we come to the San Luis Valley we have to bicycle up Cochetopa Pass. It's a tradition. Highway 114 is a good 2-lane bicycling road with some logging and big rig traffic but the road is good shape with wide shoulders especially at the top of the pass, and the truckers are courteous. In general traffic is very light. The climb steepens towards the top of the pass which summits at 10,135 ft.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span><br />
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The rides are so much fun that we bicycled to the top of the pass from both the east and west side to enjoy the scenery and of course, the ride back down. If you're a cyclist this is a ride to go out of your way for.<br />
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Our next stop will be a visit to our friends in Buena Vista for an ATV adventure over Tincup Pass plus an outstanding hike.<br />
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Until Next Time,<br />
JackieJim and Jackie Blurtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824169851680078925noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514038856553024402.post-31591696181525147772018-04-19T19:19:00.000-07:002018-05-09T09:09:14.730-07:002017 Travels, Creede, Inspiration Point, Bicycling Spring Creek Pass in Colorado<div style="margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our camp site at the Marshall Park FS CG west of Creede along the Rio Grande River.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b><br />M</b></span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b>arshall Park FS CG, Rio Grande National Forest.</b> This is the closest Forest Service campground to Creede. We stayed here two nights so we could hike the Inspiration Point Trail. The campground is primitive with vault toilets and no water. It has a nice location on the banks of the Rio Grande with accessible fishing. The cost is $18/night, $9 with Senior Pass. Creede is about a ten minute drive.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Walking the streets of Creede.</td></tr>
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<b>Creede.</b> Creede is one of our favorite Colorado mountain towns. About 600 people, more or less, reside here year around. In the summer it bustles with visitors. A diversity of shops, galleries, pubs, cafes and restaurants present tantalizing and inviting store fronts in the colorful historic buildings that line the main street. We enjoy the energy that strolling the streets of this picturesque town with other visitors brings. Talk to the residents and you'll find they love living here, are welcoming and friendly. We love Creede.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Downtown Creede with its well cared for historic buildings and inviting shops and eateries.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">San Juan Sports has been here forever. We always stop in when we come here and find something we need.<br />
A collection of boots and shoes dangle from their sign.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b>Inspiration Point Trail, Rio Grande National Forest.</b> This trail leaves right from Creede and will give you some incredible views of the town and mountains that encircle the Rio Grande basin. The trail is 3.5 miles one way, steep and difficult at times with lots of rocky scree slopes to cross and a 2,300 ft. altitude gain from Creede. It took us 3 hrs. 47 minutes. We had to hustle a little as we hiked back to Creede in a thunderstorm stopping along the way to put on rain gear. The trailhead sign and an article in the Creede Visitor Guide said the distance was only 2 miles one way so we had expected to be back to town before the afternoon rains. Later we found a chart in the visitor guide that gave the correct mileage of 3.5 to the point. </span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking down on Creede as we begin hiking up the trail to Inspiration Point.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From higher up the trail we look down on Creede tucked into its sheltering bowl in the upper Rio Grande basin.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Inspiration Point has a dramatic view of the Rio Grande basin, East Willow Creek, mountain peaks and old mines high on the scree slopes of East Willow.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking across East Willow Creek to the historic mines as we hike up the trail to Inspiration Point.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">L<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12.8px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: center; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">ooking </span>down at Creede from<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 12.8px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: center; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"> Inspiration Point and a lunch break. </span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times";"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><b>Things to pack with you when day-hiking the Colorado mountains in summer:</b> Rain pants and jacket, at least 2 qtrs. of water plus a water filter or chemical treatment, plenty of snacks, med kit, sun and bug screen. People often underestimate the amount of water needed. Altitude and intense sun can dehydrate you more quickly than you expect. Wear a broad-brim hat.</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim listens to a description on his headset of one of the mining dioramas<br />
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<span style="font-family: "times";"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><b>Creede Underground Mining Museum.</b> The museum was really a surprise, educational and fun. A gift shop and community center are located in rooms blasted out of solid rock. The Mining Museum is in a U-shaped tunnel with stations along the way showing the various jobs and techniques used in the early mining days when Creede was founded. Take a guided tour or go on your own. The cost for individual admission is $6 per person and head phones and a thumb-sized recorder are provided. The narrator is excellent with a twist of humor.</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ore bucket at one of the dioramas in the Underground Mining Museum.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A diorama showing hazardous conditions in the mines.</td></tr>
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<b>Silver Thread Campground, Rio Grande National Forest</b>. We move<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">back up the valley to the Silver Thread Campground on Highway 149 about half way between Creede and Lake City. It’s a pleasing campground with 10 sites in a stand of aspen and spruce. The campground is primitive with vault toilets and piped water. The cost is $17/night, $8.50 with Senior Pass.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our campsite among the aspen at Silver Thread Campground.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aspens at Silver Thread Campground.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b>South Clear Creek Falls.</b> A short two tenth of a mile trail goes from Silver Thread Campground to the beautiful South Clear Creek Falls. There are a few parking spaces at the campground for non-campers to park and visit the falls.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">South Clear Creek Falls at Silver Thread Campground.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">We camped at Silver Thread so we could bicycle to Spring Creek Pass on Hwy 149. The campground is at 9700 ft. and the pass is at 10,898 for an altitude gain of 1,198 in 10 miles. The ride wasn’t long but the country was beautiful as the road curved up a broad, open valley with beaver <span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">lodges and </span>ponds. Pull offs with Forest Service educational panels on geology and wildlife along the way offer places to stop for scenic views and photos.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The ascent isn’t steep, traffic is light and the road has shoulders we can pull onto when vehicles pass. Spring Creek Pass is on the Continental Divide and there is a rest area and trailhead parking for hikers. The ride back down the pass to our camp was really fun and fast. </span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bicycling Hwy 114 from Silver Thread Campground to Spring Creek Pass.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Along the way we took a side road to visit the spectacular North Clear Creek Falls about a mile off Hwy 149 on a paved road.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">An easy climb up to Spring Creek Pass.</td></tr>
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The next stop in our travels will be Great Sands Dunes National Park, always a favorite place to stay when we pass this way.<br />
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<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><br />Jim and Jackie Blurtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824169851680078925noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514038856553024402.post-29036365411952153142017-08-25T19:23:00.006-07:002017-08-25T19:23:57.229-07:002017 Travels, August 21 Great American Eclipse at MacKay, Idaho.How do we choose a place to view a once in a lifetime experience as a total eclipse moves across the entire U.S.? We wanted a place away from busy population centers were we could also watch the shadow move across the landscape. With some research Jim selected MacKay, Idaho, a place that was in the middle of the path of totality. It's on the Big Lost River, a broad valley with the Lost River Range to the east and the White Knob Mountains to the west.<br />
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We hoped to find a campsite at Mt. Borah, a Forest Service campground north of MacKay and arrive on Wednesday 16, five days before the eclipse. The campground was full but there was a second option that turned out to be even better.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The upper end of our Eclipse boon dock. Our rig is on the right.</td></tr>
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We drove back toward MacKay and took a fisherman's access road to MacKay Reservoir where we found a primitive boon dock site with lake access and one vault toilet. Only a few people were camped there and we found a prime spot on the lake with our own pebble beach. The advantage this had over Mt. Borah campground was that it was in the middle of the valley and we could see the mountains all around. It was also free. Twenty rigs and tents ended up camping here for the eclipse but it wasn't over crowded.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The lower end of our Eclipse boon dock.</td></tr>
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Our lake front site gave us the great opportunity to go kayaking every day so we easily filled our time as we waited for August 21. The lake isn't always this high but a late snow melt filled it. The upper end of the lake reached into the willows creating channels to kayak through.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kayaking into the willows at the upper end of MacKay Reservoir with the Lost River Range on the horizon.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We see a flock of 30+ Barrow's Goldeneye.</td></tr>
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<b>Bird watching at the reservoir. </b>The lake has a large population of Osprey that we often saw diving and catching fish. We also saw a flock of 30 or more Barrow's Goldeneye and a tiny Semipalmated Sandpiper at our little beach. Common Nighthawks filled the evening air with their buzzy calls and dives.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> A tiny Semipalmated Sandpiper forges along our cobble beach.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A lot of people like fishing in these willow channels and were catching Rainbow and Brown Trout, and Kokenee Salmon.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sometimes the lake would glass off to a smooth surface.</td></tr>
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The morning of August 21 a group of us carried our chairs to the top of the hill above our campground for a 360 degree view of the mountains so we could also see the moon shadow.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our group watches as the eclipse begins.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We watch as the partial eclipse moves toward totality.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Zuko, one of the campers dogs, has his eclipse glasses.</td></tr>
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The eclipse began about 10:40 and would take about 50 minutes to reach totality. During that time we put on our certified eclipse glasses and looked at the sun from time to time. The moon began to take bigger and bigger bites until the sun began to look like a paper crescent moon in a high school play.The light didn't dim very much even when there was only a sliver of sun left. When the last flare of light formed the diamond ring the sun suddenly disappeared. At the moment of totality everything changed.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking at that black hole in the sky. A photo taken with my little Fuji.</td></tr>
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At totality the moon shadow moved over us and the mountains. The corona blazed around a black hole hung in the middle of the sky. The temperature dropped. We could take off our glasses and look directly into the sky. It is the most incredible thing. Looking at photos can never convey the experience of looking across the depths of space. We were in the totality for two and a half minutes.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A blaze of white light around a black hole in the sky. Jim's eclipse photos with the Cannon.</td></tr>
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A few stars began to shine. We saw Mercury to the lower left of the eclipse and Mars to the right.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim's eclipse photo at totality. We think we could see Bailey's Beads.</td></tr>
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We had enough time to look at the scene around us. It was as dark as an overcast new moon night but the horizon all around us had an eerie faint predawn glow.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking at the Lost River Range during the totality.</td></tr>
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Suddenly the flair of the eclipse diamond ring appeared as the sun moved past the moon. The shadow flashed on past us and over the Lost River Range. The world suddenly brightened and we put our glasses on again to look at the partial eclipse as it began to wain. What an experience this was and we had met some great people to share it with. It was well worth the planning and time to be here.<br />
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Until next time.<br />
Jackie</div>
Jim and Jackie Blurtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824169851680078925noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514038856553024402.post-55469718934378362192017-08-24T19:31:00.001-07:002017-08-24T19:31:55.782-07:002017 Travels: Camping and hiking near Pagosa Springs and the Rio Grande Reservoir.<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">In the following posts we’ll tell you about some great hikes, great road bicycling and inexpensive primitive camping in Southwest Colorado.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Our summer travels begin near Pagosa Springs. There are two
good primitive National Forest campgrounds in the area that suit our style of
camping. They’re great places to camp if you want to visit Pagosa Springs but
not be in the middle of this congested and tightly packed community at its summer peak. You can
visit the town, catch the excitement and go back to a quiet forest camp.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b>East Fork San Juan River, San Juan National Forest.</b> We
stayed two nights at the East Fork Campground. This is a primitive Forest
Service campground north of Pagosa Springs in a dense stand of fir and aspen about a mile off Highway
60 on a good gravel road.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">There are picnic
tables, fire pits, vault toilets and limited cellular data coverage. It’s $20/night, $10 with
Senior Pass. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">From this campground we could hike two trails, Quartz Ridge and Coal Creek, that begin at a trailhead about
three miles upriver from the campground at the confluence of the East Fork and Sand
Creek. The gravel road continued to be good and we could easily drive to the
trailhead from the campground.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b>Quartz Ridge Trail, South
San Juan Wilderness.</b> The trail climbs steeply but once on the ridge became gradual.
</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Lots of dead fall from the previous
winter slowed our progress. The trail meandered across sunny, sloping meadows
and through gorgeous green aspen stands before dropping back down to Sand
Creek. We stopped for lunch at the 3 mile point then decided to turn back. </span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A view from the Quartz Ridge Trail.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aspen and California Corn Lily.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sand Creek from the Quartz Ridge Trail.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jackie hiking through the Aspens on the Quartz Ridge Trail.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aspen and Bracken Fern along the Quartz Ridge Trail. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim and a little Golden-mantled Ground Squirrel. The little guy didn't twitch a tail the<br />
entire time we stood there. He thought he was hiding.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Golden-mantled Ground Squirrel plays hide & seek with Jim.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">By one o’clock clouds unfurled over the mountains and the
grumblings of a thunderstorm began. Rain misted the peaks but we only got a few
drops before we got back to the van. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The overcast gloomed and cooled the afternoon much to the
approval of the Hermit Thrush. As we walked down the mountain the forest chimed
with their silver fluting tremolo. The six mile hike took us about 4.5 hours
but we were leisurely and stopped often for pictures. </span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">East Fork San Juan River, opportunities for fly fishing for native Browns.</td></tr>
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</span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">On our drive to the trailhead we saw lots of boon dock sites
along the East Fork and decided to move our camp closer to the trailhead to hike the Coal Creek Trail the next day. We found a great boon dock site along the
river just above the confluence with Sand Creek and stayed two nights. The East Fork and Sand Creek offer great fly fishing for native Brown Trout. </span><b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Coal Creek Trail.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The Coal Creek Trail was very steep with an altitude gain of
1500 ft. in three miles. We hiked three miles up the ridge and
turned around when we saw afternoon storms percolating on the peaks.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking at the Continental Divide from Coal Creek Trail.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Serene Aspen stands on the Coal Creek Trail.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking up the East Fork to Elwood Pass, a popular destination for 4-wheel drive vehicles. </td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The road is heavily used by 4-wheel drive vehicles and OHV’s to access the high
country and drive to Elwood Pass on the Continental Divide. A few miles
above the confluence of the East Fork and Sand Creek the road is labeled as
4-wheele drive.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The road to West Fork Campground.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">West Fork San Juan River near the West Fork Campground.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b>West Fork Campground, San Juan National Forest.</b> We moved to West Fork Campground only a few miles away. It’s another primitive Forest Service campground but has a water tap. It’s about 3 miles of good gravel road to get to the campground. The cost is $20/night, $10 with Senior Pass. The campground is a peaceful among tall pines and aspen. There's a good hike to a hot spring on the Rainbow Trail but we didn't take time to do it. We only stayed overnight so we could fill our water tank and head over Wolf Creek Pass for Creede in the upper Rio Grande River basin.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our camp at Lost Trail Creek. One of our favorites.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b>Lost Trail Creek Campground, Rio Grande National Forest.</b> </span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">We camped two nights at the Lost Trail Creek
Campground, a primitive Forest Service campground that has picnic tables, fire
pits, vault toilet, outstanding scenery and no fee.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">It’s near the Rio Grande River a couple miles
above the Rio Grande Reservoir at over 9,000 feet in elevation. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A view from our camp at Lost Trail Creek.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lost Trail Creek.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hiking on Lost Trail Creek trail. The first two miles were an OHV trail. <br />
The Rio Grande Reservoir in the distance.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Thirty years ago when we were somewhat younger we staged an
8-day backpack trip beginning at the Lost Trail Creek trailhead. We hiked up to
the Continental Divide Trail and followed it around the headwaters of the Rio
Grande. We wanted to do a day hike on this same trail again and revisit this
beautiful country. The big surprise was that the first two miles of Lost Trail Creek trail had been converted to an OHV trail. Several groups of off-roaders passed us as we hiked. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Volcanic formations along the Lost Trail Creek.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lookin up West Fork Lost Trail Creek. No OHV's allowed.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">West Fork Lost Trail Creek.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beaver ponds on the West Fork Lost Trail Creek.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">In two miles we intersected the trail for West Fork
Lost Trail Creek. This trail is designated for hiking, mountain bikes and trail
bikes only. We saw no one else and had a wonderful hike up the canyon.
Clouds accumulate during the day leading to afternoon showers so always take
rain gear. We got a light shower and small hail at noon but it only lasted
about 15 minutes. You never can tell.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wildflowers along West Fork Lost Trail Creek.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wildflower season in the Rockies.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Perfect tiny mushrooms growing on a stump.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "times";"><b>Ute Creek Trailhead, Rio Grande National Forest.</b> We moved our camp a mile down river to the Ute Creek Trailhead. There isn't a campground but at-large camping is allowed. There's a vault toilet, no camping fee and great fishing access. We found a nice spot with a view of the Rio Grande River and the mountains all around. </span><span style="font-family: "times";">Lincoln's Sparrows are singing in the willows along the river. We only see them at home in the winter. This is the first time we've heard their beautiful summer song. We really liked this boon dock site.</span><br />
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Our boon dock camp at the Ute Creek Trailhead next to the Rio Grande.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "times";">We hiked 10.5 miles on the Ute Creek Trail in the Wiminuche Wilderness. <span lang="EN" style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">This was our exit trail on the 8-day backpack we began at Lost Trail Creek 30 years ago. It was mid-September then and it started to snow as we hiked down the mountain. </span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We have to wade the Rio Grande to get to the Ute Creek Trailhead.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">To get to the trail we have to wade the Rio Grande River. This
is the last wild stretch of the Rio before it flows into the reservoir. </span><span lang="EN" style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">It's only knee deep but the water's fast and
trekking poles help.</span><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">We wore our kayak shoes to cross
the river and hide them after putting our boots on. </span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ute Creek Trailhead in the Weminuche Wilderness, Rio Grand National Forest.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The trail passes through fir and aspens.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ute Creek.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim on the Ute Creek Trail.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The trail contours
for several miles around the upper end of the reservoir then ascends gradually
up the canyon. It’s an easy and beautiful hike through aspen and spruce. In about
3.5 miles we descends to Ute Creek. The canyon broadens and beaver
dams and lodges fill the valley floor.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A handsome bull Moose at the beaver ponds.</td></tr>
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We were thrilled to see two Moose at the beaver ponds. Moose were introduced into the area in the early 1990's.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Who goes there?" We get the attention of a young Moose.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The young Moose turns shy and disappears into the willow.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">This is a wonderful hike and not too strenuous. At about 4.5 miles the trail begins to climb to a Granite Lake. We turned around at the 5-mile point as thunder rumbled and rain
began to fall on the peaks.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Rio Grand River at 30-Mile Campground below the Rio Grand Reservoir dam.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b>30-mile Campground at Rio Grande Reservoir in the Rio Grande
National Forest.</b> We spent three nights here. The campground is just below the
Rio Grande Reservoir dam. It has water at taps and the cleanest, homiest vault
toilets we’ve ever seen. The cost is $18/night, $9 with Senior Pass. The Rio Grande flows past the campground and has
fishing access. I forgot to take a photo of our camp but there are many nice campsite in trees or in clearings.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Two trails, the Weminuche Pass Trail and the Squaw Creek Trail,
begin from here. We hiked both these trails in the 1980’s on another
backpacking trip on the CDT. Weninuche Pass was our entry and Squaw Creek was
our exit.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Weminuche Wilderness boundary is about a half mile from the campground on the Weminuche Pass trail.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b>Weminuche Pass Trail.</b> On the first day at 30-Mile Campground we hiked to Weminuche
Pass, about a 10.5 mile round trip.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A foot bridge crosses Weminuche Creek on the Weminuche Pass trail.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking up Weminuche Creek from the bridge.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">T</span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">he trail contours along the reservoir for about two miles
to a picturesque foot bridge crossing Weminuche Creek where it tumbles down the
gorge. After the bridge the trail climbs steeply to get above the gorge to a
broad valley. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking up the valley to Weminuche Pass. </td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The hiking is easy on the gradual ascent to the pass. It meanders
through spruce and aspen stands above the slopping valley floor so there is
plenty of shade interspersed with grassy slopes. It’s about six miles to the
pass which is a great day hike destination but we turned around about a half
mile short of our goal due to a late start.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jackie on the Squaw Creek Trail.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b>Squaw Creek Trail.</b> On our 2</span><sup><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: x-small;">nd</span></sup><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> day we hiked up Squaw
Creek. The trail begins with a climb to the top of a gorge. After crossing the
creek on a foot bridge it climbs above the creek and follows high on the slope
through spruce and aspen. In about two miles the canyon opens into a high
valley where the trail becomes more gradual. Fly fishermen hike up to this
valley hoping for native brown and brook trout.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A falls on Squaw Creek.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking up Squaw Creek to the Continental Divide.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The trail through the valley is open and sun exposure at an
elevation of over 9,000 ft. can be dehydrating and exhausting. Be sure to have
sun screen and plenty of extra water or bring a water filter or treatment to
get water from the creek or numerous springs along the trail.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">It’s seven miles from the campground to the foot
bridge at the upper end of the valley where the trail ascends to Squaw Lake and
the CDT. It’s a nice day hike destination for hikers with an early start. If
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The upper portion of Squaw Creek is in open country with little shade. The sun can be very intense without cloud cover.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">We turned around at 5.5 miles when we got to a point that we
could see the peaks along the Continental Divide. The country brought
back memories of our backpack trip when we hiked those same peaks in deep snow in
early June.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">We moved our camp to Marshall Campground near Creede, spent some time in town, visited the Underground Mining Museum and hiked to Inspiration Point. We also visited South and North Clear Creek Falls and rode our bikes to Spring Creek Pass. More about those places in our next blog.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Until then,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Jackie </span><br />
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<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><br />Jim and Jackie Blurtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824169851680078925noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514038856553024402.post-69647307422117296852017-07-01T14:14:00.000-07:002017-07-01T14:14:20.604-07:002017 Travels. A visit to Fire House and Moon House, Cedar Mesa, Utah<b>Firehouse Ruin.</b> After canyoneering in the North Wash, Lisa goes with us to Cedar Mesa to see ruins she not seen. Our first hike is to Fire House Ruin in upper Mule Canyon along Highway 95. The hike to Fire House is only about a half mile and is one of the most visited ruins. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa and Jim hiking up Mule Canyon.</td></tr>
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Fire House is an eloquent dwelling molded into the fold at the top of a sloping floor. The cleavage and variegated color of the protective overhanging rock looks like flames flaring from the roof of the dwelling. Ambient mid-day light or a late afternoon glow ignite the flames for some beautiful photo opportunities. The ruin is only a little above the stream bed and accessible by a short trail.<br />
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<b>Rules.</b> Because the ruin is so accessible and open to the public everyone has the responsibility to protect it and do no harm. The basic rules are: look and don't touch. You can look in windows and doors but don't enter rooms and don't touch the walls. The dwellings are fragile and are not being stabilized. They are at the whim of time and the people who visit them. Appreciate what the early people built and leave it as you found it for others to appreciate.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Notice the large rocks on the lower section of wall and the chinking of the joints.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fire House.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jackie, Jim and Lisa on Fire House front porch.</td></tr>
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On a flat surface of rock under a big boulder at Fire House are four hand prints, a connection with people of the past.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim and handprints at Fire House.</td></tr>
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We hike up canyon for another couple miles and see more ruins high and inaccessible in the cliffs One of these is Wall Ruin.<br />
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We camp on Cedar Mesa to hike to Moon House ruin the next day. Camping on the mesa requires a day permit that is obtained at the BLM Ranger Station at Kane Gulch. A permit is also required to visit Moon House. It's the only ruin on Cedar Mesa that requires this additional special permit. The permit is free and a limited number of permits are available per day. This helps protect the ruin and gives visitors a better experience and enjoyment of the solitude that the canyon can offer. <br />
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The drive to Moon House is about 11 miles of rough, dusty, dirt road, takes about an hour and required a high clearance vehicle.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hiking to Moon House in McLoyd Canyon.</td></tr>
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The trail to Moon House is across slick rock that drops down from ledge to ledge to the bottom of McLoyd Canyon and then climbs up the other side to the ruin. It's not difficult but people with a fear of heights may get a bit queasy. Always take at least 2 quarts of water. Twice that if the day is hot.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim and Lisa on the trail to Moon House.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim and Lisa climb up Moon House.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking up at Moon House defensive wall with loop holes to peer into the canyon below.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jackie at Moon House.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim and Lisa on the ledge at Moon House.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa at the doorway to the corridor behind the wall.</td></tr>
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It's permitted to enter the corridor behind the defensive wall. The easiest way is to stand on the stack of stones and sit on the sill facing outward then scoot backwards through the door.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The corridor and rooms behind the defensible wall. A white band is painted over the Moon Room door.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa at the Moon Room door in the corridor behind the defensive wall.</td></tr>
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Inside the corridor rooms line the back wall. You can look inside them but don't enter or touch the walls. Looking through the loop holes in the defensive wall you can see that the people who lived and took refuge here had good views of the approaches to their home.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Moon Room. </td></tr>
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In the Moon Room a white band with white dots above it is painted around the walls. On one side within the band is a crescent moon and on the opposite wall is a full moon. The white paint was made from dolomite obtained from the canyon walls. Sand has been spread on the floor to absorb humidity to keep the fragile paint from flaking away.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The full moon in the white band in the moon room.</td></tr>
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The ceiling of the Moon Room was blackened by smoke from fires showing that this room was used for ceremony or living quarters.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim and wall decoration over the Moon Room door.</td></tr>
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A white band decorates the exterior wall over the Moon Room door. Jim speculates that the notches at the bottom of the band represent canyons cut into the flat mesa and these people may have referred to themselves as the people of the canyons. The white band could represent the big sky and the dots are stars. Who knows. Make your own story.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A pictograph on the cliff above Moon House.</td></tr>
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Is the pictograph above Moon House a snake, a water symbol, a clan sign?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The wattle and dab construction next to Moon House.</td></tr>
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We walk the ledge going east down canyon for about a quarter mile until it gives way to cliff face. There are many rooms and granaries to be seen along the way.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking into McLoyd Canyon from the end of the traversable section of the ledge.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of the granaries on the ledge.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim and Lisa stand at a row storage rooms at the far end of the ledge from Moon House.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The storage rooms are very nicely constructed.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Storage rooms.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another granary along the ledge.</td></tr>
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We return to Moon House and follow the ledge up canyon to the west. On the west end of Moon House are the remains of timbers that may have been part of a floor for a second story in an alcove in the cliff.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Timbers from what may have been a floor.</td></tr>
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We continue to follow the ledge until we have to drop down to a lower level to get to a kiva and small ruin.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim and a fellow hiker at the kiva up canyon from Moon House.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The remnants of the kiva show it was well constructed. The interior was painted an earth red.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking into the kiva through timbers and fallen walls.</td></tr>
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On the same ledge as the kiva is a small ruin with an interesting and very personal decoration.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The small dwelling near the kiva.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A wattle and dab constructed room attached to the dwelling.</td></tr>
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The unusual feature of this ruin are the baby feet impressions that were pressed into the mud mortar on each side of the door. You can count the toes. The parents must have held the little feet together and pressed them into the wet mud. They speak to us of their hope for their families future.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Baby feet impressions on the left side of the door.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Baby feet impressions on the right side of the door.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In this photo you can see the baby feet impression on the left side of the door above the oval shaped rock near the top of the wall. You can also just barely see the other set of feet impressions at the upper right corner of the door.</td></tr>
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There are more ruins up canyon but we call it a day and hike back to the canyon rim in the late afternoon. The next day we say our farewell to our friend and head for home.<br />
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This was just a short adventure, on Cedar Mesa, in the Bears Ears National Monument. There are many more adventures to be had by everyone as long as the Monument protection holds. It is surely worthy of this protection and your support.<br />
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Our next travels will begin in July. Join us for more adventures.<br />
Until then,<br />
JackieJim and Jackie Blurtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824169851680078925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514038856553024402.post-52332243834387998662017-06-25T14:49:00.000-07:002017-06-25T14:49:38.188-07:002017 Travels. A hike up Leprechaun Canyon in the North Wash, Utah.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>The North Wash Continued.</b><br />
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<b>Leprechaun.</b> After spending the morning canyoneering in Hogwarts we go back to camp and after lunch Lisa suggests a hike up Leprechaun.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The North Wash with decorative little water falls.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">North Wash.</td></tr>
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Leprechaun is one of the best canyons in the North Wash. You can experience a slot canyon without the gear it takes to canyoneer by hiking up from the bottom. It's not named on many maps but it's not difficult to find and there's a parking spot just of Highway 95 at the mouth of the canyon.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Turrets perched on sandstone domes. </td></tr>
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We hike up the road about a quarter mile to Leprechaun from our BLM campsite at Sandthrax. Turrets of rocky outcrops perched on sandstone domes guard the canyon. The mouth of the canyon is wide and doesn't hint of the slot it will become. A few solitary cottonwoods accent the stark walls and whisper at the touch of breeze.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim hiking up Leprechaun.</td></tr>
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The canyon begins to narrow and the floor becomes a mini-slot that we climb around and up to the next level. The slot is only about 15 feet deep.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A mini-slot in Leprechaun.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking down canyon from inside the mini-slot.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim looks into the mini-slot.</td></tr>
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Above the mini-slot we come to the narrows.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim and Lisa at the beginning of the narrows.</td></tr>
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A big boulder sits like a gate attendant in the middle of the canyon floor. I often wonder why there aren't more of them tumbled into the canyon. Most likely boulders near the canyons edge have long since fallen in, pulverized, turned to sand or swept away.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim and Lisa at the boulder in the middle of the canyon floor.</td></tr>
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The boulder has been there long enough for a channel to be etched around it on both sides.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Channels etched in the canyon floor. </td></tr>
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The channel is dry and filled with fine sand. Its scalloped sides are sculpted and smoothed by the turbulence of heavily silted water. This is the beginning of another slot.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa and Jim wander off around the next bend.</td></tr>
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We wander on around the next bend where undercut walls fold over us and foreshadow the canyons denial to our passage. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim, a small life form in a big world of sand.</td></tr>
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We're small life forms in a big world of sand. Nothing much lives here in the curving sweep of rock bushed clean by occasional flash flood. It's not easy for creatures to make a living where nothing grows. </div>
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Another channel is being scoured into the canyon floor, a future mini-slot. Probably a small crack in the floor channeled the water, quickening its flow, scalloping its edges as it sloshed between its widening sides. I would love to sit here and watch water swirl through it. Hydrology that created these canyons at work on a small scale .</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A new channel, a new slot.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Around another bend the sun shines in on Lisa and Jim.</td></tr>
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We go around more bends and come to a place where the sun reaches in to illuminate a subterranean doorway.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jackie and Jim at the entrance to the subway.</td></tr>
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We come to the entrance to the subway, the first slot in Leprechaun. This kind of slot is called a Mae West. There is a slot both above and below a narrow crack forming an X shape.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking out the entrance of the subway.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim and Lisa inside the subway. Light comes in through the door. The crack angles above us.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Light illuminates the door of the subway and reflects on the floor.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The floor of the subway is a narrow channel that our feet fit into.</td></tr>
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The subway is only about 100 yards long but is really exceptional and a slot you don't have to canyoneer. The subway exits into a curved vestibule.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The vestibule at the upper end of the subway. </td></tr>
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The subway is at the lower end of the vestibule and the right and left forks of Leprechaun come into the upper end of the vestibule. It's large enough for several people on a canyoneering expedition to gather.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jackie climbs out of the subway.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The vestibule narrows as the left and right forks join.</td></tr>
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The vestibule narrows where the right and left forks join. It's hard to tell where the forks are until we get to the opening on the right were the floor disappears. Space is getting pretty tight.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking up the left fork slot. The right fork is the gap on the right.</td></tr>
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Jim works his way into the left fork slot. It's angled so that his weight is on his chest and so narrow that he has to go in sideways and squirm his way through, wiggling his body against the rock to make progress. There's not room on the bottom for his feet so they have to be angled to the side and wedged in the rock. He had his ball cap on and couldn't turn his head because the bill got in the way.<br />
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This slot is barely able to fit a slim person without a pack. Canyoneers say that if you're going to canyoneer Leprechaun do this hike from the bottom first and see if you can get up this slot before trying to come down it. It wouldn't do to get stuck in there. Maybe it's called Leprechaun because it's for wee people.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim and Jackie at the right and left forks of Leprechaun.</td></tr>
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Jim decided wiggling was a lot of work and would be even more if he had to drag a pack behind him. He squirms back out and we call it a day. Maybe next time we'll explore further.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hiking back through the subway as the last of the light filters in.</td></tr>
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We hike back through the subway as the last of the light filters in. It's time to head back to camp.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa and Jim.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim and Lisa hiking back down canyon.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The narrows of Leprechaun.</td></tr>
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We end the day sitting around the fire with beer and wine. A velvet darkness chases the retreating sun into the west and descends on us with pin prick stars, one, then two, then a galaxy full of them. Shapes of cliffs soften to formlessness. It's been a fine day in the canyons.<br />
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Join us again for more adventures.<br />
Until then,<br />
Jackie<br />
<br />Jim and Jackie Blurtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824169851680078925noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514038856553024402.post-7688435775516126062017-06-23T18:43:00.000-07:002017-06-23T18:43:15.152-07:002017 Travels. Canyoneering in North Wash, UT<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We take a Spring trip to Moab to visit our friend Lisa Kussmaul. She's going to take us canyoneering in the North Wash, a scenic slick-rock canyon that flows into the Colorado River near Hite at the upper end of Lake Powell. The canyon has several popular canyoneering routes and slot canyons. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa and Jim on the hike to the left fork of Blarney.</td></tr>
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<b>Camping in North Wash.</b> It takes the morning to drive from Moab to North Wash. We find a place to camp at one of the primitive BLM campgrounds along Highway 95. There are no facilities in any of the primitive camping areas. Back county etiquette dictates that trash and human waste be packed out. The sandstone landscape can't absorb human waste and would quickly become polluted. Bring your own portable toilet or be prepared to drive several miles down the road to the Hog Springs Picnic Area were there are vault toilets and trash bins.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We hike over sand stone domes on our way to Blarney.</td></tr>
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After we set up camp and fix lunch Lisa leads us to the left fork of Blarney for an afternoon of canyoneering in a slot.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking down from the rim into the slot in the left fork of Blarney.</td></tr>
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<b>Canyoneering down Blarney.</b> From the canyon rim we get our first look into left fork slot of Blarney. We'll hike along the rim to the upper end of the canyon and rappel down the first cliff to the head of the slot.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim looks into the canyon from top of the first rappel.</td></tr>
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Near the head of the canyon we slide down a rounded rock face to the top of the cliff for our first rappel.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa on rappel at the pour-off.</td></tr>
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The first rappel is only about 50 feet but begins by going down a slanted pour-off.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa at the bottom of the pour-off chute.</td></tr>
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The cliff becomes a little undercut at the bottom of the chute.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A little hop and she lands with feet on the wall under the chute.</td></tr>
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At the bottom of the rappel we come to the head of the slot.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking down Blarney from the head of the slot.</td></tr>
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The easiest way to get into the slot is down the "rabbit hole", a handy person-sized hole under a stack of boulders.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa leads the way down the "rabbit hole".</td></tr>
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Lisa goes first and we pass our packs down to her. It's only about an 10 foot drop and the footing is good. From there we can climb down to the slot floor.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa's almost down the hole and we'll pass the packs to her.</td></tr>
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The sandy, level floor at the bottom is interrupted by stacks of boulders that we have to scramble down to descend through the slot.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim at the bottom of the "rabbit hole".</td></tr>
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The upper portion of the slot is wide and filled with light that bounces down the curving walls illuminating the soft sandstone hues.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa in the convoluted upper reaches of the slot.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim and Jackie.</td></tr>
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Stemming is useful when the bottom is too narrow to walk.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa stems through a narrow section.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim in the last of the suns illumination before we enter the subterranean darkness. </td></tr>
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At interval in the slot there are 3 vertical drops of about 20 feet. The chock stones at the top of the drops cause debris to build up behind them and raise the level of the floor. The first vertical drop had an anchor around the chock stone so we could rappel to the lower level. <br />
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The 2nd and 3rd drops had no way to attach an anchor so we used a friction technique Lisa taught us on the spot. It's a little spooky but the hardest part is getting past the chock stone.<br />
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The trick is to get over the chock stone and into a position facing down-canyon with left elbow and knee pad pressed against one wall and right elbow and knee pad pressed against the opposite wall and the back wedged into the crack below the chock stone. Arms and legs are spread holding the body between the walls. How slightly release the pressure on elbows and knees and let the body slide down the crack. If the slide is too fast spread elbows and knees to add friction and slow the descent. Got that? It's the frog position.<br />
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Getting over the chock stone can be dangerous for the inexperienced with the possibility of loosing friction contact with the stone while getting into position. Jim played out the rope and wrapped it around his waist to provide an anchor for a hand line to assist Lisa and I getting below the rock before we friction to the bottom. That didn't leave Jim with an assist but he doesn't need one. He threw the rope bag down to us, climbed over the chock stone and slid down like he'd done this before.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa and Jim at the bottom of one of the vertical drops that we friction down.</td></tr>
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Where the vertical drops occur the canyon is at its most narrow and the overlapping walls dim the light into a dusty eclipse. I couldn't get the right camera settings and some interesting photo opportunities passed me by. <b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking back at one of the two vertical drops.</td></tr>
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There is only one chamber in the left fork of Blarney where we can congregate and appreciate the beauty of the slot. It is softly illuminated when the afternoon sun slants in. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The chamber in left fork of Blarney.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa in the chamber.</td></tr>
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After the vertical drops and the chamber the slot allows more light in and we continue down canyon placing one foot in front of the other in the narrow canyon floor, shoulders brushing along the walls.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa and Jackie play Spider Women.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Interesting side canyons on the hike out.</td></tr>
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The slot ends and it's an easy hike back to the car passing interesting side canyons along the way.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking back up Blarney.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blarney widens on the hike back to the car.</td></tr>
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Our afternoon at Blarney takes a couple hours. With shadows falling into the canyon we hike out with daylight to spare. Tomorrow we go canyoneering in Hogwarts, so named by the first to discover the route. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa and Jim on the climb out of Hog Spring Canyon to the top of the ridge above Hogwarts.</td></tr>
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<b>Hogwarts.</b> The hike to Hogwarts begins at the Hog Springs Picnic Area in North Wash. We hike up canyon about a quarter mile and then begin climbing up a steep slope on a faint route along a side drainage. This isn't a hike to make in the heat of summer when temps can reach the triple digits. Plenty of water is required.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa with the backdrop of the monuments on the mesa above the North Wash canyon complex.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim and Jackie in a silly moment on the ridge.</td></tr>
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From the ridge we look down on Highway 95 in the bottom of the North Wash with Hogwarts just below us. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking down at Highway 95 with Hogwarts below and out of view.</td></tr>
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We hike down to the first rappel and catch up with a canyoneering class conducted by Jared Hillhouse of Northwash Outfitters in Blanding, UT. Hogwarts is a perfect class room. The canyon becomes a series of high pour offs as the canyon narrows and drops quickly to the North Wash. In that short 3/10 mile there are 5 rappels of about 100+ feet each. <br />
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Lisa's taken classes from Jared and continues to take them to improve her skills and leadership. She speaks highly of the quality and variety of his training and teaching techniques. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The class from Northwash Outfitters at the top of the first rappel.</td></tr>
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The class has just begun setting up for the 1st rappel and they let us pass through.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking down to the bottom of the first rappel.</td></tr>
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From the edge of the pour off we can see the bottom of the 1st rappel. Ambient morning light glows on the canyons cool sheltering walls, a retreat from the warming sun.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa coming down the first rappel.</td></tr>
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The 1st rappel is easy and open. The anchor point is low so we go on rappel from a seated start getting to our feet on the cliff wall after we've scooted over the edge.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim and Lisa heading down canyon to the 2nd rappel</td></tr>
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We leave the class behind and make our way to the 2nd rappel that has a beautiful arch spanning the canyon. This is a spectacular rappel.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking under the arch to the bottom from the top of the 2nd rappel.</td></tr>
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Jim is first on a rappel that begins in a narrow chute and opens into an irregular wall of smooth, water-sculpted hollows scooped into the cliff face. There are two more small pour offs and a large pothole under the arch before getting to the canyon floor.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim drops over the pour off with the arch in the background.</td></tr>
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I go 2nd and we watch from the bottom as Lisa makes her way down the sculptured wall to the 2nd pour off. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa works her way down the sculpture wall.</td></tr>
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The deep pothole below the 2nd pour off is dry so we don't have get wet to get to the 3rd pour off. Lisa's been here when the pot hole was full making things individually challenging. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa on the lip of the dry pot hole between the 2nd and 3rd pour offs.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking back at the 2nd and 3rd pour offs below the arch.</td></tr>
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At the 3rd rappel we think about stemming down a narrow series of elongated potholes and decide the span may be a little too wide. We op for a short climb to the top of a sloping rock face that transitions to an arching undercut wall. A rappel point there lets us drop into a crack and bypass the potholes.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa at the top of the 3rd rappel that drops into a crack.</td></tr>
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The crack was narrow and maybe I was too far back in it but my pack wedged me in. It took me a while to slip out of it so I could drag it behind as I scooted under a rock jam. Everyone was wondering what was taking so long so Lisa calls down. By then I'm out and Lisa starts down.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa gets to the crack.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim waits as Lisa comes down the crack.</td></tr>
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The 4th one is the easiest and most straight forward. The canyon has opened up and we can see the top of the last rappel and the trees below in North Wash.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At the top of the 4th rappel looking into North Wash.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa and Jim at the top of the 4th rappel.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa on the 4th rappel.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim and Lisa at the bottom of the 4th rappel.</td></tr>
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The last rappel in to North Wash has an impromptu and somewhat reluctant anchor call the Alligator, a long slab of stone with rocks wedging it in place on the sloping sandstone above a 100+ foot pour off we'll rappel down.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Alligator with webbing for the anchor point.</td></tr>
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Lisa checks the webbing around the Alligator to be sure everything is straight and there are no frays.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa checks the webbing around the Alligator.</td></tr>
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Below the rappel anchor there's a small rounded drop into the drainage above the pour off so to relieve stress on the Alligator we start the rappel from a seated position and then get to our feet before we go over the pour off. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking up to the pour off from the bottom of the last rappel.</td></tr>
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I get to go last. It's kind of lonesome at the top when everyone else is gone down and I'm left alone with the Alligator.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jackie at the top of the pour off at the last rappel.</td></tr>
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The pour off is undercut at the top and it's a free hang almost all the way to the bottom with a few ledges to put a toe on going down.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's a free hang almost all the way to the bottom.</td></tr>
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The cliff has a few ledges and it takes only a few toe touches to push away from the rock and slide down the rope to the sandy canyon floor.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Touching down at the bottom of the rappel.</td></tr>
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Highway 95 is across the creek from the canyon we descended. Looking back at the pour off it looks like many others along the North Wash that occasionally produce spectacular temporary water falls after a good rain. It obstinately denies a view and access to its treasures so most people driving through hardly give it a glance . There are those few hardy climbers who want to know what's up there and use their wits and skills to explore. We're grateful to the ones who came before us and opened up the opportunity to experience this country in the incredible way that we do.<br />
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We walk about a quarter mile back up North Wash to the parking lot. There's a pictograph along the way that we're going to see.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Walking up North Wash back to the parking lot.</td></tr>
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Before we get to the parking lot there is an alcove with a life-size anthropomorphic figure.<br />
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The pictograph is named Mokie Queen. She's adorned with a finely decorated cape, jewelry and headdress. Beside her is what descriptions in books have called a "familiar" for lack of any better term. It's a strange image and not very animal-like. I think it looks like a animal skin water bladder. The Mokie Queen can be seen from the highway if people are paying attention. She's near Hog Spring Canyon where there must have been reliable, flowing water even when the wash was dry. The migrating people could see her as they came down canyon. She's saying "This is the place for water. Fill your bags and have a safe journey." She's a concessionaire sign.<br />
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We still have the afternoon to spend so we go for a walk up Leprechaun Canyon to find out what a slot really means. We're not going to go canyoneering but the canyon is worthy of a little afternoon walk. See pictures in our next post.<br />
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Until next time.<br />
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<br />Jim and Jackie Blurtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824169851680078925noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514038856553024402.post-50477060490005242552017-03-31T18:57:00.002-07:002017-04-03T19:19:42.235-07:002016 Travels. Canyoneering Undercover in Utah and tribute to our friend, Kim Ruble.Our most interesting and challenging canyoneering adventure is Undercover, a true slot canyon on the north side of Arches National Park. We've done this with Kim and Lisa the past two years. It's an hour drive from Moab so we have to leave town early. The final leg of the drive is on dirt roads with some high-centering rocks and sandy patches. The canyoneering route takes about 5 to 6 hours to complete. It's an all day excursion.<br />
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I didn't take pics of the hike across the flats to the head of the canyon because we've done it before. The desert is undefined. The land looks fairly innocent, cut by shallow drainages, but walk in any direction and you'll soon be cut off by a maze of sheer, deep canyons. We're looking for a particular drainage that looks like all the others with the exception that it will lead us into a slot and to the bottom of the canyon complex. There are no signs but if you look for the foot prints of those who came here maybe the day before or maybe last week, and if the wind hasn't blown the prints away, you will find the canyon. Otherwise, you just need to know where you're going.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">. Lisa, Cissie, Kim and Jim at the beginning of the slot in Undercover.</td></tr>
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The approach to the slot is beautiful but it's at the slot where the fun begins.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cissie and Lisa hike into the slot.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kim, Jim, Cissie and Lisa hiking through an easy, wide section of Undercover.</td></tr>
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At times the slot opens and the hiking is easy. Then it closes in again with interesting down-climbs and pools and cracks to stem across.<br />
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Overlapping walls block out the sun and the slot becomes a tunnel.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cissie, Jim and Lisa stem across cracks and pools where the canyon narrows.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Going on down the canyon. </td></tr>
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We arrive at the first rappel and Lisa and Kim rig the ropes to a fixed anchor.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa and Kim rig for the 1st of 3 rappels.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim takes the lead.</td></tr>
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Jim takes the lead. The first rappel is only about 30 ft. but requires starting out on our knees to duck our heads under the pointy arch. The edge is also undercut at the top.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cissie and Jim at the bottom, Kim at the top.</td></tr>
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The second rappel is just around the bend. It's an interesting one. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cissie in the grotto above the 2nd rappel.</td></tr>
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We prepare for the 2nd rappel in a beautiful, ambient-lite grotto.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa instructs Cissie on rigging for the 2nd rappel.</td></tr>
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The anchor for the rappel is at the top of a pour off into a silo of rock. We can't see anything of the descent until we back down a crack and into the spaciousness of the curving walls of the silo. The exit into the slot at the bottom is a crack that is too narrow for a person but we have to lower ourselves far enough into it to have enough rope to defy gravity and move sideways across the tilted rock face. The goal is to get on top of a log jammed into the crack and rappel another 20 feet to the bottom of the slot. <br />
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Jim goes first, I follow and Cissie comes 3rd. Kim and Lisa come last. Jim has the most work to do going sideways across the rock face and onto the log then pulling the rope into position for the last 20 foot drop.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cissie descends the silo.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cissie stands on the log jam on top of the crack.</td></tr>
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Jim on belay uses the rope to help pull us over to the log when we get down to the crack at the bottom of the silo. He coaches Cissie in the final 20 foot drop. The walls are canted and it's easy to bang knees or get wedged in by the backpack.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim coaches Cissie in the final 20 foot descent.</td></tr>
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This is the last photo I took of our Undercover trip. The lens motor drive failed, the camera shut off and never opened again. If you look back to our Moab posts from 2014 and 2015 you'll see photos of the final rappel and the hike and climb out of this beautiful canyon. It's one of our favorites.<br />
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<b>A Tribute to Kim Ruble.</b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim and Kim on the Morning Glory Arch canyoneering route.</td></tr>
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Two months after we left Kim and Lisa in Moab, Kim was killed in a plane crash as he took off from the Moab Airport on an early morning flight on December 12, 2016. We were shocked and heartbroken. It was devastating for Lisa, for his daughters, for all his co-workers, and hundreds of friends. We don't know what caused the crash but from the video it may have been a medical event.<br />
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I had to write this because Kim has been a big part of our blogs about Moab. He and Lisa are the reason we spend so much time here. He was a veteran, a great pilot and friend. We flew with him several times and went on so many adventures together. He had a deep laugh that came from his core, a wacky sense of humor and a joyous outlook on life. He was compassionate and took time to know and mentor other people. He described himself as "just an old liberal". We all sure got along. <br />
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In memory of Kim here are some pics from our canyoneering adventures.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kim tosses the rope into the Medieval Chamber on the Morning Glory Arch route.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kim and Jim at the rappel into the Medieval Chamber</td></tr>
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Jim wanted to descend first into the Medieval Chamber. When he got to the point were he could see into it he laughed and said to Kim, "You didn't tell me there was a pool down there." Kim said "Well, you didn't ask."<br />
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Kim and Jim shared a special bond and knowledge, Kim as a pilot and Jim as an aeronautical engineer.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kim descends free-hanging from Morning Glory Arch.</td></tr>
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Here we are on a canyoneering trip in Behind the Rock above Moab.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aron, Kim, Lisa, Neal and Jim Behind the Rocks.</td></tr>
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Here we are ascending Elephant Butte, the highest point in Arches National Park.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim, Kim and Jackie climbing up Elephant Butte.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Soul Mates. Kim and Lisa on Elephant Butte in Arches.</td></tr>
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Kim and Lisa were like stars circling in a cosmic dance. They made each other shine. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kim, Lisa, Jackie, Neal and Jim on top of Elephant Butte.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kim and Jim in Undercover.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kim on belay at the 1st rappel in Undercover.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kim at the top of a down-climb in Undercover.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kim free-hanging on the last 100+ foot rappel in Undercover.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim and Kim on the hike out after the last rappel in Undercover.</td></tr>
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Kim's destiny was his own and not for us to say. We lost him but the loss is soothed by the warm friendship and all the memories we shared. He was one of the very best human beings we've ever known as a friend. He would want us not to grieve too much or too long. We'll take his memory along with us into the canyons. His pilot name was Redtail and we'll have a thought for him when we see the hawk on the wing.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kim makes fractioning up a steep, rounded shoulder of sandstone look like a walk in the park.</td></tr>
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When we left Kim and Lisa at the end of October we hugged a farewell. He said, "We love you guys, you know that". We love you too, Kim. <br />
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Thanks for joining us in this tribute. Until next time.<br />
Jackie and Jim<br />
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<br />Jim and Jackie Blurtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824169851680078925noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514038856553024402.post-55326570783845726632017-03-29T17:23:00.000-07:002017-03-29T17:23:13.568-07:002016 Travels, Canyoneering in Arches National Park and a visit to Corona Arch.Moab's been bustling since we've been here. Now what ever event was happening is over and sites have opened in King's Bottom, our preferred Moab BLM campground. It's on the other side of the Colorado from William's Bottom. (There's got to be a story behind these names.) King's Bottom is a primitive campground with no hookups, no trash cans, (pack-it-in pack-it-out) and a vault toilet. The cost is $15 per night, $7.50 with the Senior Pass. It's a little more up scale from William's Bottom. There are about 9 sites. King's Bottom has NPR reception and phone but only 2-bars cell data. Williams Bottom didn't have anything at all. Something to think about when you're camping in a canyon.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Morning reflections on the Colorado from our riverside campsite at King's Bottom.</td></tr>
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Our camp at King's Bottom has riverside real estate. The river flows as silent as its reflections.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Campsite number 2 at King's Bottom.</td></tr>
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We're joined by our friend, Cissie. She's here to go canyoneering with us, Kim and Lisa. Ever since she's seen our photos she's wanted to join us. She did some rappelling a while back and would love the opportunity to do some canyoneering in this gorgeous country. So now's the time. We've hiked with her in the winter around the Lake Roosevelt area in Arizona so we know she's going to love this adventure.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our gang on todays canyoneering outing: Lisa, Brandy, Stan, Jim and Cissie.</td></tr>
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Our first canyoneering outing to U-Turn in Arches National Park is a prelude for a later trip to Undercover Canyon. There are 6 of us and we meet in the parking lot at the Visitor's Center where Lisa gets our canyoneering permit then we carpool into the Park because parking spaces are limited. We park at the first parking area which is a trail head for a scenic walk called "Park Avenue". From there it's about a quarter mile to a 400+ ft., diagonal, rubble-filled crack in the cliffs which we scramble up single file to the top of the rocks.<br />
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Part way up the crack I stop to take a picture of our gang. You can see the traffic on the park road below.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A view of Arches National Park from the top of the rocks</td></tr>
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From the top of the rocks we get great views of the park. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa, me, Jim, Stan, Brandy, Cissie.</td></tr>
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Are we having a good day? So far it's thumbs up.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking down at the park road.</td></tr>
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We work our way around weathered sandstone domes to get to U-Turn.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cissie, Lisa, Stan, Brandy and Jim.</td></tr>
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We come to a grand view into U-Turn.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim, Cissie and Lisa looking into U-Turn and Park Avenue. The "Three Gossips" are on the left. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim and Jackie</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brandy, Cissie, Stan, Lisa, Jim and Jackie</td></tr>
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One last photo before starting the rappels into the canyon. There are three short rappels of about 20 to 30 ft. The last rappel is about 80 ft.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brandy, Stan and Cissie. </td></tr>
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Stadium seating in a rock amphitheater. We watch while Lisa rigs the 1st rappel. Lisa is our leader and expert with lots of training and canyoneering experience. It's her passion and we're the lucky ones to be with her.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim always goes first and Stan will follow.</td></tr>
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We watch from our stadium seats while Jim is first on rappel. It's safer for us to stay in the stadium seats until it's our turn.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cissie on rappel and Lisa.</td></tr>
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The 3rd rappel isn't shear but sloped and high enough that a rope is needed.<br />
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The ledge of the last 80 ft. rappel is sloped and rounded so we have to be on rappel before even approaching the edge. <br />
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The last rappel has a short free-hang at the bottom. <br />
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The idea is rotate upright and get your feet under you at the proper height above the ground and land on your feet to avoid a butt plant.<br />
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Cissie does a great job on her first long rappel and lands on her feet. <br />
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Everyone had a great day and enjoyed the rocks and the company. We have a nice hike through the canyons and back to the parking log. Thanks to Lisa for taking us on another adventure.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cissie at the top of the Stair Master trail.</td></tr>
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We have a few days before we can go canyoneering in Undercover so we take some hikes and show Cissie around the area. From our camp at King's Bottom it's less then a quarter mile walk to the Stair Master Trail. On this Stair Master you actually get somewhere. The trail climbs steeply at times and offers great views of the Colorado River, Moab, and the La Sal Mountains. Parallel to the hiking trail is a bedrock version for dirt bikes and ORV's. We've seen plenty of these guys get hung up on the steep drop off.<br />
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In this view of the Colorado from the Stair Master our camp is on the left side of the bend in the river. The ORV Stair Master route in in the lower right corner.<br />
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Our next hike is to take Cissie to Corona Arch. It's just a short, easy 1+ mile hike but the arch is certainly something to see. The tail head is along Potash Road.<br />
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Nothing's prettier than green pinon and juniper trees against red sandstone walls.<br />
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Corona Arch flares away from the cliff like a plasma arc on the sun.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cissie at the base of the arch.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim and I with Bowtie Arch in the background.</td></tr>
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The railroad line to the potash mine runs in a canyon below Corona Arch. We get the chance to actually see one of the few trains that run on it.<br />
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Our next post will be the last of our 2016 Travels. We'll go canyoneering in Undercover on the north side of Arches National Park.<br />
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Until Then,<br />
Jackie<br />
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<br />Jim and Jackie Blurtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824169851680078925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514038856553024402.post-66872556995250235772017-03-26T14:52:00.000-07:002017-03-26T14:52:06.818-07:002016 Travels, Hiking to petroglyphs near Moab, UTEvery year like the birds going south we find ourselves in Moab for the beautiful October to go biking, hiking and canyoneering with friends. The place has gone crazy. RV parks are full and we find ourselves camped at William's Bottom, a primitive BLM campground on the Potash Road along the Colorado River south of town. The only amenities are a dumpster and an open-air pit toilet. The campground backs up to a beautiful red sandstone wall. The cost is $15 per night, $7.50 with Senior Pass. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our camp at William's Bottom.</td></tr>
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The campground is right along the road with lots of tourist and mine truck traffic which can get pretty noisy but it does quiet down at night.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">William's Bottom CG is sandwiched between red sandstone walls and Potash Road.</td></tr>
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There are nice views of Behind the Rocks on the other side of the river from the campground.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A river side view of Behind the Rocks.</td></tr>
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From the campground there's an easy 19-mile ride along the Colorado River to the Potash mine.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim enjoys a nice 19-mile bike ride from the campground to the Potash mine.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Can't beat the scenery and lack of traffic on thia beautiful afternoon.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Colorado River is pretty lazy along this stretch.</td></tr>
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On our 2nd day we did a 40-mile ride on the Moab bike path to the top of Sky Island in Canyonlands. We didn't bother to take any photos because we've ridden this so many times. If you'd like to see photos look back to our Moab posts from the last two years. These bike paths are some of our favorites. The scenery is outstanding.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kim, Lisa and Jim. We're ready for a hike into the canyons.</td></tr>
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We met up with our friends, Kim and Lisa, for a hike to look for pictographs in the canyons around Moab. There will be plenty to see.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pictographs of people and animals with damage done to the panel by recent visitors. </td></tr>
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Most of the pictographs are Freemont. Early homesteaders and even more recent people have left their marks as well as damaging some of the rock art. For this reason we never tell anyone the locations though some may be able to guess.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Intrepid hikers, Jackie, Lisa and Jim.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jackie, Lisa and Kim.</td></tr>
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The Utah canyons never cease to astound with their serenity, solitude and contrasts.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just another canyon in Utah.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We find an interesting and very sensual cave. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa leads us further down the canyon.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We find a feathered serpent, clan sign, deer, and a more recently scratched in figure.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nice sandstone pavement makes for good hiking on the canyon floor.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A cattle trail leads up canyon. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pictographs of shaman, animals and circles.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A shaman and circles.</td></tr>
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Here are some odd and very old pictographs we can't figure out. I thought the linked circles looked like chains of frog eggs.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A nice panel of people, Big Horn and Elk.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kim and Jim in the canyon.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Figures join hands in a dance or ceremony.</td></tr>
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One of my favorite panels were of figures holding hands in a dance or ceremony. There are also clan signs.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Figures with head dresses join hands in a dance.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A panel high on a cliff shows animals and people.</td></tr>
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A panel high on a cliff wall depicts animals and people with hands joined. It looks like a migration. The petroglyph at the top is called a rack. It may depict rain.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shaman and animals.</td></tr>
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Part way down the canyon the bedrock brings the water to the surface and we stop for lunch on the rocks by pleasant pools and ornamental waterfalls.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kim, Jackie and Lisa.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ornamental waterfalls sing a story of water in the desert.</td></tr>
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A few more miles and we're back to the car. Our hike and a pleasant day in good company comes to an end.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Moab Man says goodbye for now.</td></tr>
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Join us in our next post for some canyoneering in Arches.<br />
Until then,<br />
Jackie<br />
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<br />Jim and Jackie Blurtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824169851680078925noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514038856553024402.post-49613024297891320162017-03-13T18:17:00.000-07:002017-03-13T18:17:29.108-07:002016 Travels, Bicycling the River Front Trail, Grand Juntion, CO.<br />
Grand Junction, CO is a favorite stop on our travels because it's often on our way to where ever we're going. We'll stay at the Saddlehorn Campground in the Colorado National Monument.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The west entry to the Colorado National Monument. </td></tr>
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The high mesa of the Colorado National Monument boarders Grand Junction on the southwest with the Colorado River flowing at its base. The road to the top and along the rim of the mesa is breathtaking. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Approaching the tunnel on the west entry road to monument.</td></tr>
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The west entry road to the top goes through a tunnel. The tunnel is short but bicyclists have to have lights to ride this road. The east entry has two shorter tunnels and lights are also required. Each has a rather steep grade in places on these 1,500 ft. climbs. We've bicycled the Monument from both the east and west entries in the past couple years and if you're interested you can go to our previous blogs.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our camp at Saddlehorn Campground in the Colorado National Monument.</td></tr>
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The Saddlehorn Campground, on the west end of the Monument, is about half a mile from the Visitor Center. The sites are no-hookup, water is available at tapes and there are modern flush toilets. The cost is $20 per night, $10 with the Senior Pass. The view is outstanding! We chose a site with an unobstructed view of the Book Cliffs north of Grand Junction.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Book Cliffs at sunset from our site at Saddlehorn Campground.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Colorado National Monument viewpoint on the trail from the campground to the Visitor Center.</td></tr>
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From the campground it's an easy half-mile walk to the Visitor Center along the rim. The trail offers views into the canyons and across the mesa.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jackie stops along the trail to the Visitor Center to catch the view.</td></tr>
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The Visitor Center has exhibits and gift shop. We're collecting patches from all the National Monuments and Parks we visit so going to the gift shop is a must. It's also fun to talk to the rangers and get their personal recommendations on trails and other things to do. We're always impressed with the architecture of the Visitor Centers of our Parks and Monuments. The designs are inspired by the landscapes.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Colorado National Monument Visitor Center entrance.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A commemorative sculpture of John Otto.</td></tr>
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A sculpture at the Visitor Center entrance honors John Otto who built trails, promoted and became the first custodian of the Monument.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">John Otto commemorative plaque.</td></tr>
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This year we're going to ride the Riverfront Trail along the river. Notably a very flat ride compared to the Monument. <br />
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Along the trail we met a bicyclist wearing a volunteer vest and had the chance to ride with her. She told us that a group of cyclist who rode the trail often became trail volunteers and donned their vest whenever they ride the trail. They give information, directions and helped people with any problems. What a great concept.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jackie rides the Riverfront Trail along the Colorado River.</td></tr>
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The Riverfront Trail is a paved trail from Fruita to Palisade along the Colorado River. It's been 25+ years in the making and the last segments have recently been completed. There are several tailheads and parking areas that provide access and toilet facilities. We started our ride from the trailhead at 7th Street in Grand Junction and rode east to Palisade and back. With plenty of day left we kept on riding to Fruita, almost to the west end of the trail, and back. I don't remember how long the trail is from one end to the other, but we had a nice, easy ride of 37 miles.<br />
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The Gunnison River flows into the Colorado south of Grand Junction. The convergence of these two great rivers create a wetlands habitat and fishery that's rich in wildlife. The area is preserved as the Colorado River State Park. We saw a Great Blue Heron rookery in the marsh.<br />
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The trail has great views of the Colorado National Monument on the horizon.<br />
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We race back to the trailhead after several pleasant hours on our bikes and head back up the road to Saddlehorn campground on top of the Monument. Tomorrow we'll be on our way to Moab to spend the beautiful month of October hiking, biking and canyoneering. <br />
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Join us for our next post from Moab, UT.<br />
'til then.<br />
Jackie<br />
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<br />Jim and Jackie Blurtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824169851680078925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514038856553024402.post-32630972184686894252017-03-07T19:05:00.000-08:002017-03-07T19:05:11.800-08:002016 Travels, Vedauwoo Campground in Wyoming and Bicycling the Rio Grande Trail in Colorado.It's September 24 and we're in Wyoming heading into the Rockies. We camp for a night at Vedauwoo Campground in the Medicine Bow National Forest between Cheyenne and Laramie along I-80. Vedauwoo is just the perfect campground for our Sprinter. The sites are no-hookup with vault toilets and water available at taps. The cost is $10 a night, $5 with the Senior Pass. The campground has several paved loops of sites set in between ridges of beautiful fractured boulders. There is even a loop for tents only. This gorgeous campground offers rock climbing, miles of hiking trail explorations and solitude. If you're traveling through southern Wyoming this is the place to stay.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our campsite at Vedauwoo.</td></tr>
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One trail is paved for handicapped accessibility. We rounded a bend and came upon a moose and her calf. They were quite the surprise. We had no idea there were moose in Wyoming. We watched them for a while than went back the way we came not wanting to disturb them and their peaceful munching on aspen leaves. Besides, they were right at the edge of the trail and you don't want to upset mother moose.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A paved handicapped accessible trail.</td></tr>
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We spent the afternoon following other trails that wend through these scenic boulder canyons and enjoying the fall colors. These trails would be beautiful in all seasons.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fall color at Vedauwoo.</td></tr>
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Weather is starting to move in and our hike is brisk and solitary. Great boulder walls rise up around us and the air is filled with the sweet scent of fall. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The bones of the earth poking into the sky and painted with lichen.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A trail leads into a chasm between boulder ridges.</td></tr>
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While we're having dinner we watch a group of climbers ascend the rocks in the face of winds and fast moving clouds.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We watch rock climbers from our campsite.</td></tr>
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The weather changed over night and we woke to snow in the morning. It's time to head south. We're going to take scenic, very winding backroads along the west flank of the Rockies to Glenwood Springs. From Laramie we go south on Highway 230 which becomes Highway 127 at the Colorado state line. At Three Way, CO we take 125 south to Walden and than continue southwest on Highway 14. When 14 junctions with US 40 we turn southeast onto 40 and go to Wolford Mountain Reservoir. From the reservoir we turn west onto Highway 134 and take a very scenic drive over Gore Pass. When 134 junctions with Highway 131 we turn southeast and end up at Wolcott on I-70. Got all that? In western Colorado there are no direct routes but they are always gorgeous drives. <br />
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We're in time for the height of the fall color. Here are some photos from our drive along the Rockies.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aspens come in all colors from reds to yellows.</td></tr>
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The storm that recently moved through added more snow to the Rockies.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First snows on the Rockies.</td></tr>
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We follow Highway 134, climbing through a corridor of golden aspens, to Gore Pass at 9572 ft.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aspens at Gore Pass, 9572 feet.</td></tr>
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We follow Highway 131 south to Wolcott, a little blip along I-70, than take I-70 west to Glenwood Springs and the end of the road for our long day of scenic driving. We came here to ride our bikes on the Rio Grande Trail, a paved Rails to Trails that runs from Glenwood Springs to Aspen. We couldn't find any camping in Glenwood Springs so we went up Highway 82 to Carbondale and decided to start our ride from there. <br />
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The Rio Grand Trail isn't named for the river but for the railroad. It climbs at a steady railroad grade from Glenwood Springs to Aspen, a total of about 44 miles one way. From the Carbondale trailhead where we start our ride, it's 29 miles, a round trip to Aspen of 58 miles.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A perfectly sunny day for biking on the Rio Grande Trail.</td></tr>
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The early fall weather is perfectly wonderful and all we need are long sleeved jerseys. <br />
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Along the way we encounter goats at work. Mesh construction fences and "Goats at Work" signs are put up along the road and trail shoulders and the goats are turned loose to devour the summer weeds. Better than mowing and everyone does their part. Aren't they adorable. Occasionally there's a little hanky panky.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Munching the weeds.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fall color and mountain scenery along the Rio Grande Trail.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A few of the old Rio Grande Railroad cars are placed along the trail.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The mountains are snowcapped near Aspen.</td></tr>
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In Aspen we get lunch a at pizza and sandwich pub and people watch from the deck. You can imagine all the fancy cars going by. It's not what we see in our little town. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A buffalo sculpture made with car bumpers along the river in Aspen.</td></tr>
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The sandwiches we had for lunch were big and wonderful and delicious and it's a good thing it's down hill all the way back to our Sprinter.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The trail follows the Roaring Fork River from Aspen to Glenwood Springs.</td></tr>
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We race back downhill along the Roaring Fork River.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Signs point the way when the trail does some zigs and zags.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A group of young gals take and afternoon ride.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim on the bridge across the Roaring Fork River.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shadows start to creep across the trail and river before we get back to the trailhead.</td></tr>
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We highly recommend the Rio Grande Trail. The tail surface is excellent, the grade is steady and the scenery is wonderful. Maybe next time we'll ride the trail up from Glenwood Springs.<br />
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We also recommend staying at the Carbondale-Crystal River KOA. It's along the Crystal River, very peaceful and not too far out of the way. Sites are shady and they have great shower facilities. We took a no-hookup site for $21 a night. They have full-hookups, dump station and water. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking up at the mountains from our site at the Carbondale-Crystal River KOA.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nice big trees at the Carbondale-Crystal River KOA.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Crystal River flows by the KOA so you can fish if you wish.</td></tr>
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In our next post we'll be heading west to Grand Junction. We'll camp on top of the Colorado National Monument and ride the River Front Trail between Fruita and Palisades, CO.<br />
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Join us and learn about another great trail and outstanding place to camp in Grand Junction.<br />
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Till next time.<br />
Jackie<br />
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<br />Jim and Jackie Blurtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824169851680078925noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514038856553024402.post-25021159939840299712017-03-04T18:15:00.002-08:002017-03-05T16:08:50.650-08:002016 travles, Going from Minnesota to Colorado. Carhenge in Nebraska.<br />
Our summer travels continue with a travels on I-90 across the rolling plains of South Dakota. Not much to see out here. The grass lands are all but gone, replaced by industry and interstate. What SD lacks in topography it makes up for in grand statues and roadside attractions. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A new statue of Sacagawea was recently installed at the Chamberlain Visitor Center.</td></tr>
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We stop at the Visitor Center at Chamberlain which houses a Lewis and Clark boat and supply exhibit. This is another milestone along the Lewis and Clark Trail. We're welcomed by a newly installed monumental statue celebrating Sacagawea. The lady looks every part a princess of the plains. The blue glass in her blanket is illuminated at night and you can see her for miles.<br />
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There was a lack of overnight campgrounds so we ended up staying with truckers in a gas station parking lot. Not the best camping but it worked in a pinch.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Skeleton T-Rex chases skeleton man across the plains along I-80.</td></tr>
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There's no telling what you'll see as you buzz along I-90. Keep your eye out for a skeleton dinosaur chasing a skeleton man across the plain.<br />
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Folks in South Dakota have creativity and know how to use old stuff. This 15+ foot whitetail deer is made from old car parts.<br />
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We stopped to visit the Minuteman Missile National Historic Site along I-90 on our way to Badlands National Park. The museum details the history and timeline of the arms race in the 1900's. There are also exhibits of how daily life was affected. I remember the "duck and cover" drills when I was in grade school in the 1950's. They play the film that we saw in grade school. I didn't really understand the magnitude of the threat but I knew what we were doing wouldn't do any good. You can't fool a little kid. The site is well worth a visit. They give tours of the missile silo but they were booked the day we were there.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The scenic drive through the Badlands.</td></tr>
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Our next stop was Badlands National Park where we planned on spending several days in our continued mission of riding our bikes in every National Park and Monument we visit. Rain and very windy weather moved in and we were unable to ride.<br />
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The Badlands are always beautiful even vailed in the muted colors of a rainy day.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The scenic drive through the Badlands looks like good bicycling.</td></tr>
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The roads on the scenic drive through the park look great for bicycling and has us hoping for better weather. But it is not to be.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A little hike into the Badlands from the Cedar Pass Campground.</td></tr>
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We camped for one night at Cedar Pass Campground near the Visitor Center. It's a nice campground with electric sites for $37 per night, $10 discount with the Senior Pass. No-hookup sites are $24, and $12 with the Senior Pass. There's a dump station with potable water. There are restrooms and coin-op showers. The best part are the dramatic views of the Badlands. On this day the razor-edged ridges are softened mists and we take advantage of a break in the rain and put on rain gear and hike from the campground into the Badlands. There are no trails so we cross country.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There are no trails so we hike cross country from the campground.</td></tr>
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The Visitors Center is a quarter mile and an easy walk from the campground. It has wonderful displays about the unique geology and a fossil room were we watched expert staff carefully removing fossils from the stone in which they're incased. It was really interesting and I wish I'd have taken the camera. Be sure to visit the fossil room if you get to the Badlands.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There are no trails so we hike cross country from the campground.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mists soften the severity of the landscape.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Junipers on a shelf above the basin. There are very few places where trees grown in the Badlands.</td></tr>
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The next morning it was still raining and conditions were expected to continue. We decide to travel south into Nebraska were the weather was better. In a half day drive the weather cleared.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Carhenge, the mid-western answer to the original.</td></tr>
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We visit another roadside attraction. Many of the places we've gone to on this trip were recommendations from friends as was this place just north of Alliance, Nebraska on highway 87. Carhenge is just what you think it is, the mid-west answer to the original. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I somewhat wish they would have left the cars the original rusty colors like in photo in this plaque.</td></tr>
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Carhenge will test your knowledge about late model cars.<br />
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Follow the path through Carhenge and you'll discover more sculptures like this hybrid wagon.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A hybrid wagon. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Giant Sand Carp.</td></tr>
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Our travel day ends at Scotts Bluff National Monument, a destination and landmark for the Pony Express and wagon trains traveling the California and Oregon Trails. This prominent butte stood out against the plains skyline and signaled the end of the passage across the Great Plains. The Visitor Center features a visual history of the trail and outside along the highway model covered wagons follow the trail into the west.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Model covered wagons follow the trail past Scotts Bluff and into the west.</td></tr>
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Scotts Butte Monument has no campground and we had to retreat to The town of Scotts Bluff and stay at Riverside Campground, their city campground. It was nice. The showers were old but large and warm. Full-hookups were $25, water and electric were $20 and tent sites were $10. <br />
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In our next post we'll be back in Colorado just in time for the fall color. Join us again for a post on a drive through the colorful Rockies to Glenwood Springs and a bike ride on the Rio Grand Trail from Carbondale to Aspen.<br />
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'Till then,<br />
JackieJim and Jackie Blurtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824169851680078925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514038856553024402.post-34217807983234116152016-11-05T18:46:00.001-07:002017-03-04T19:44:26.324-08:002016 Travels, Bicycling the Root River State Trail, Rushford, Minnesota and the Nature Center and Natural Playground in Huston, Minnesota.<b>The Root River State Trail, Minnesota.</b> After bicycling the Elroy-Sparta State Trail we went to Rushford, Minnesota to ride the Root River State Trail, another Rails to Trails conversion. We learned about this trail from the "Bike Trails Guide for West Central Wisconsin and Southeast Minnesota", which we picked up at the Sparta Depot. This 42-mile trail along the Root River connects the communities of Houston, Rushford, Peterson, Whalan, Lanesboro and Fountain. All of these towns have campgrounds and lodging to accommodate cyclists. We decide to make Rushford our central location for camping and riding the trail out and back in opposite directions.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rushford welcomes cyclists on the Root River State Trail.</td></tr>
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Rushford had a nice city campground at the edge of town where we camped on a grassy lawn across the road from a trailhead connecting us to the Root River State Trail. The camping fee was $25 for a full-hookup site and $10 for a tent site. We took the tent site since we didn't need any services. There were nice restroom facilities and coin-op showers.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Rushford City Campground.</td></tr>
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<b>About Rushford.</b> The Rushford Depot and Peterson Station Museum serve as the Root River trailhead in Rushford and preserve interesting artifacts and history of the days when this was a cultural center bustling with river travel and railway shipping. A new culture of tourism and bicycling is brightening Rushford's streets these days. There are nice lodging accommodations, restaurants and events during the summer that bring people to this pleasant town tucked in the Blufflands of southeast Minnesota. Some of the events in Rushford include Rushford Days, Taste of the Trail (free food samples), Expo Culinaria, Gammel Dag Fest and the Nanotek Trek Bike Ride.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Rushford Depot along the Root River State Trail.</td></tr>
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<b>Riding the Trail.</b> We have one day to bike the trail so in the morning we ride 25 miles from Rushford to Houston and back. The trail curves peacefully through the woods along the Root River, crossing the river once.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The bridge over the river between Rushford and Houston on the Root River State Trail.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A smooth, dreamy ride on the Root River State Trail.</td></tr>
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No one else is on the trail and our ride is smooth and dreamy as we cruise at a good pace through the woods. This section of trail has no road crossings or interface with traffic until we approach Houston.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There's a slight grade as the trail ascends a hill before dropping back to the valley and Houston.</td></tr>
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<b>I brake for bird houses. </b>Most of the bike trails we've ridden have bird houses along the open spaces. The Root River State Trail has some unusual constructions. They're made from 4-inch fiberglass pipe with a wood bottom and overhanging roof, mounted to a pole. The roof can be detached from the pipe for cleaning at the end of the season.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I brake for bird houses.</td></tr>
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Houses can also be made for smaller birds like wrens and titmice by making the hole smaller to suit the size of the bird. The entry hole on a fiberglass or PVC pipe won't be worn away by the birds pecking or coming and going like entry holes in wood houses. Enlarged holes let larger birds like house sparrows get into the houses and displace or kill the smaller birds. Chickadees, Nuthatches, Wrens and Titmice require a 1and 1/8 inch (3cm.) hole. Bluebirds and Flycatchers require a 1and 5/8 inch (4 cm.) hole.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A simple idea for a bird house.</td></tr>
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The countryside becomes more open as we approach Houston.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim on the Root River State Trail near Houston.</td></tr>
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<b>The Houston trailhead and Natural Playground.</b> The trailhead in Houston is at the Natural Playground and Nature Center. The kids are in school so there's no one around. I'm inspired and impressed by the creativity of people who use what they have to do great things for themselves. They used wood, boulders and old concrete retaining wall slabs to create a fun place for kids to explore and play creatively. It's something any small community can do for very little investment beyond the labor of love. Here's some photos of the playground features.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Natural Playground welcome sign.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Owl is the playground mascot.</td></tr>
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A hill is the center of the playground. Concrete slabs around its base make caves and hideouts for kids to crawl into.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Concrete slabs at the base of the hill make caves and hideouts for kids.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The largest slab structure makes a nice hideout.</td></tr>
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A wood climbing wall is built into one side of the hill.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A simple wood climbing wall.</td></tr>
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A concrete of "Alice the Owl" inlayed with ceramic tiles sits on the hill top. I love this sculpture. It would be nice in my garden. Houston is the home of the International Festival of Owls so owls are the town mascot.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">An owl sculpture is the spirit of the playground.</td></tr>
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A wooden stair leads to the hill top and the slide. Since I'm already up there I may as well take the fast way down.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A slide is the only piece of prefab equipment in the playground.</td></tr>
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Kids can also climb up a boulder field to the hilltop.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A boulder field make climbing up the hill more challenging.</td></tr>
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No beach? Pump the water down the sluice to make wet sand and build a sand castle.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A hand pump and sluice deliver water to make sand castles.</td></tr>
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Just a few logs set in the ground make a balancing course.<br />
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Open-ended wooden boxes of different lengths make a musical instrument. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A wooden musical instrument. The mallet was stored in one of the boxes.</td></tr>
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Houston is the eastern terminus of the Root River State Trail. The community has a nice downtown area with lodging, dining and annual events like the International Festival of Owls, Taste of the Trails, Root River Triathlon and Houston Hoedown Day.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Playful bike wheel creatures inhabit the wildflower garden at the Houston Nature Center.</td></tr>
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<b>The Houston Nature Center.</b> Unfortunately the Nature Center was closed on this day so we walked around the grounds and checked out the bike parts sculptures in the wildflower garden. It almost seems possible that these bikes could work. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bike sculptures at the Houston Nature Center.</td></tr>
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After we ride back to Rushford we stop at The Creamery Pizza & Ice Cream Restaurant for a delicious codfish sandwich before heading west for a 27 mile round-trip ride from Rushford to Whalan and back.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Starting out on the trail from Rushford to Whalan.</td></tr>
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This trail segment is a little different from the morning ride. The trail follows closer to the river and there are more views of the water. We hook up with a local rider and pick up the pace, careening through the woods on a smooth black ribbon.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">riding through the woods on the trail to Whalan.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nice views of the Root River along the trail to Whalan.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I saw this wonderful old barn with a decorative brick silo.</td></tr>
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We turned around at Whalan. It was about another 15.8 miles to Fountain at the western terminus of the trail. It's mid afternoon, the sky's clouded up and a few sprinkles begin. We've ridden 50 miles today so we head back to Rushford. The Creamery is calling and we stop there on the way back to camp for a cup of the creamiest ice cream. Don't ask calorie content. We made sure we put in a good days work to indulge. <br />
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The total length of the Root River State Trail is 42.3 miles. It would be a fine days ride to do the entire length out and back from either direction. Each town had good food and the ride is easy, flat and scenic. This trail connects with the Harmony Preston Alley State Trail near the western terminus so there is more riding to be done. Something worth coming back for if we pass this way again.<br />
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Our next destination is Glenwood Springs in Colorado to ride the Rio Grande Trail from Glenwood Springs to Aspen.<br />
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See you down the road.<br />
Jackie<br />
<br />Jim and Jackie Blurtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824169851680078925noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514038856553024402.post-83138914464086783162016-10-12T15:20:00.000-07:002016-10-13T09:04:39.529-07:002016 Tavels, Bicycling the Elroy - Sparta State Trail, WI<b>The Grand Daddy of Trails.</b> One of our goals for our 2016 Travels was to bicycle the Elroy - Sparta State Trail in Wisconsin. This 32-mile long trail follows the Chicago Northwestern Railroad bed and is the first Rails to Trails conversion.<br />
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What also makes this trail unique are 3 railroad tunnels. Two of them are about 1/4 mile long and one about 3/4 mile long. Bicyclists must walk their bikes through the tunnels. You'll see why as we take you on this tour of the Grand Daddy of Trails.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A giant statue of Ben Bikin' welcomes us to Sparta.</td></tr>
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We arrived in Sparta and got trail information from the Sparta Depot which serves as an information and welcome center for the Sparta end of the trail. They have maps of all the trail systems, trail souvenirs and trail passes. A $5 per person day pass is required to ride the trail and must be displayed on our bikes. We're glad to pay the fee to ride this unique trail.<br />
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While we were in Sparta we visit Speed's Bike Shop to get an adjustment on a recently installed cable. The folks at the shop were helpful and the owner adjusted my bike free of charge. The shop is located right along the trail just east of the Sparta Depot. They also have day passes, bike rentals and shuttles if you want to ride the entire 32-mile trail one way. There are also several other bike shops in Sparta that provide services.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Sparta Depot serves as information a welcome center at the Sparta end of the Sparta-Elroy State Trail.</td></tr>
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The Elroy - Sparta State Trail is surfaced with packed limestone which is said to be easy to ride with most bike tires. I was worried about how my 23mm tires would do on the surface but found the ride was very smooth. <br />
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After looking over the maps we decide to camp at the Wilton Village Campground near the center point in the trail. We stayed there 2 nights and rode the trail out and back in each direction from the town of Wilton. The plan worked out really well and broke the ride into 2 segments. It means we doubled the miles and got to walk our bikes through the tunnels twice. Double the experience, double the fun.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our campsite at the Wilton Village Campground.</td></tr>
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The Wilton Village Campground was a large grassy park. Like camping on a big lawn. There were restrooms, individual coin-op shower rooms and a small laundry room with a washer and dryer. The cost was $7 per person per night and an additional $3 per night for electric. It's a short 5 block ride to the trail head. The park also had a pool that campers could use for a $2 fee.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Village of Wilton Campground welcomes bicyclists.</td></tr>
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Wilton seems to have created this campground with bicyclists in mind. When we arrived most of the campsites were filled with cyclist who had the same plan we did. It was really neat camping in this little transient cycling community and visiting with others about trails they'd ridden.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wilton's main street.</td></tr>
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Wilton is a small community, hardly any traffic but there are a few places to eat and an ice cream shop. The community shows it's appreciation for cyclists.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A banner on a convenience store shows Wilton's appreciation for cyclists.</td></tr>
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Signs at trail access points are a reminder that a day or annual passes are required to ride the trails. $5 isn't a bad price to pay to ride and help keep information centers operating and the trail maintained. Gateway communities for the trail are Elroy, Kendall, Norwalk and Sparta.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Signs at trail access points are reminders that passes are required to ride the trails.</td></tr>
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Our first ride on the trail is from Wilton to Sparta. It's17 miles one way and passes through Tunnel 2 and 3. The trail is railroad grade, mostly flat but with an occasional 3% grade as it ascends to the tunnels. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim rides the Wilton to Sparta segment of the trail.</td></tr>
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It's about 2 miles from Wilton to Tunnel 2 which is 1,694 feet long. A plaque at the entrance gives railroad history and stats about the tunnel.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The plaque at Tunnel 2 has railroad history and Tunnel Trivia.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Approaching Tunnel 2.</td></tr>
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Tunnel 2 has wood framework above the entrance but we're not sure what the purpose was. Maybe for extra support of the brick above the tunnel. Signs at the entrance tell cyclists they must walk their bikes. When you see the rough, rounded surface of the trail in the tunnels you won't want to think about riding. Water seepage also makes riding hazardous. Bike lights or headlamps are required. The tunnel is pitch black with temps about 57 degrees. Raw rock walls and occasionally finished brick work arcs up to the high ceiling. It's like entering the Mines of Moria in the Lord of the Rings. Voices of other cyclist echo down the tunnel in strange unintelligible words and we see their tiny distant lights moving toward us. Having to walk a bike couldn't be more fun.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim enters Tunnel 2.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The trail passes through farmlands.</td></tr>
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The trail scenery is varied, passing through open country with farms tucked into the hills and through wild woodlands where trees arch over the trail . It's all a very enjoyable ride.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A dairy farm along the trail.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The trail passes through wild woodlands.</td></tr>
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Nine miles from Wilton we arrive at Tunnel 3, the longest of the tunnels at 3,810 in length.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tunnel 3 Trivia and history plaque.</td></tr>
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The trail is also used by hikers and joggers who we often meet along the way.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim approaches the Tunnel 3 were we meet hikers emerging from the tunnel.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's a long way to the light at the end of Tunnel 3.</td></tr>
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The light at the end of Tunnel 3 is very small and a long way off. This is also the wettest of the tunnels. Water from a spring drips from the tunnel ceiling and through the vents in our helmets as we walk. <br />
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It was 8 miles from Tunnel 3 to Sparta, the turnaround point in this ride. Wilton to Sparta and back to Wilton is 34 miles round trip.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Riding the trail from Wilton to Elroy.</td></tr>
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Our second ride was from Wilton To Elroy, about 15 miles one way. Tunnel 1 between Wilton and Kendall is the only tunnel on this segment.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The approach to Tunnel 1.</td></tr>
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It's 6 miles from Wilton to Tunnel 1. The approach is in a long trench cut into the mountain. The tunnel is about 1,694 feet long.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The plaque at Tunnel 1.</td></tr>
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Every tunnel entrance has a different look but they all have big wooden doors at the entrances. When the railroad was operating the doors were to keep the tunnel warmer and prevent ice forming on the track. They were opened manually when trains came. Probably not the most fun job to have in winter.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The approach to Tunnel 1.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim and the light at the end of the tunnel.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking out from Tunnel 1 as Jackie rides up.</td></tr>
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Every tunnel entrance has a reminder to get off the bike and walk.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Reminders to get off the bike and walk through the tunnel.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The trail to between Wilton and Elroy.</td></tr>
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It's 3 miles from Tunnel 1 to Kendall. The Kendall Depot is the head quarters for the Elroy to Sparta Start Trail.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kendall Depot, headquarters for the Elroy - Sparta State Trail.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This plaque tells about the job of the brakeman and purpose of the frame work at the approach to the tunnels.</td></tr>
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There are many historical plaques along the way that tell about the construction and operation of the railroad. The frame structure at the approach to Tunnel 1 pictured in the above plaque warned the brakeman, who often worked on top of the train, that they were approaching a tunnel. It also warned the hobos who often rode on top of the train. Each tunnel approach had a frame like this but this is the only one that has been preserved.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The frame at the approach to Tunnel 1 gave the brakeman advance warning that they were approaching a tunnel.</td></tr>
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The Elroy - Sparta trail rolls on through the countryside just as the trains did. Soon we'll be approaching the Elroy Depot.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The bike path makes a straight line for the Elroy Depot.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Elroy Depot.</td></tr>
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The Elroy Depot has an information center, give shop and snacks. A great place to get refreshed and have some ice cream.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jackie and her souvenir photo.</td></tr>
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There are also other photo opportunities. Jackie has to take the opportunity for a souvenir photo all though a dress an parasol would have been better for a biking lady.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A brief history of the Elroy to Sparta State Trail.</td></tr>
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Elroy is our turnaround point and after some ice cream we head back to Wilton. A plaque at the Elroy Trailhead give a brief history of the trail.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ben Bikin'.</td></tr>
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Back in Sparta, Ben Bikin' will continue to welcome bicyclists. This area is indeed a biking capitol. There are 3 other trails here and we'll plan on riding if we pass this way again. These trails are: The 25 mile Great River Trail, the 22 mile La Crosse River Trail and the 22 mile 400 Trail. So if you plan on coming give yourself a few extra day to enjoy this trails and bike-friendly communities. <br />
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See you on down the trail.<br />
Jackie<br />
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<br />Jim and Jackie Blurtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824169851680078925noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514038856553024402.post-21683257589981267142016-09-24T17:59:00.000-07:002016-09-27T19:22:30.197-07:002016 Travels, Kayaking the Turtle Flambeau Flowage, WI<b>Kayaking the Turtle Flambeau Flowage in Wisconsin.</b> This large body of water on the map got our attention so as we traveled into northern Wisconsin. We decided to camp there and spend a few days kayaking. The flowage is extensive with many islands and slow-moving waterways. There are numerous primitive campsites on the islands that offer many days of wilderness kayak or canoeing trips. Lodges, cabins and cafes can be found along a few shorelines were there are roads.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our campsite at the Falls Lake County Park.</td></tr>
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We selected the Falls Lake County Park at the northern end of the Flowage near Mercer, WI. The park offered electric sites for $27 per night and had flush toilets and dump and water. We took a site in the tent loop with no hookups and vault toilets for $17 per night. Our site was on the Turtle River, had a beautiful view, sun for our solar, and a path down to the water were we could launch our kayak.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A view of the Turtle River from our site.</td></tr>
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We were here in mid-September after the busy season and had the campground all to ourselves. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Turtle River Flambeau Flowage from our kayak launch.</td></tr>
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We launched our kayak and paddled down the Turtle River about a mile on a broad calm channel. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Paddling down the Turtle River </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We see Bald Eagles along the river.</td></tr>
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Bird-life is abundant and we saw Bald Eagles, Loons and Great Blue Herons. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Calm paddling on trough the channels and around the islands of the Turtle River Flambeau Flowage.</td></tr>
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When the Turtle River enters the Flowage it joins with the Little Turtle and Flambeau Rivers to create large bodies of water, channels and islands. The area is so extensive it requires multi-day trips to explore it. Much of the area can only be accessed by boat.<br />
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After a day of paddling we return to camp. Mid-September was a great time to be here. There were only a few power boats on the water and no bugs. We imagine that the main channels are very busy during the summer.<br />
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Join us next time as we travel to Sparta, Wisconsin to ride the Elroy to Sparta State Trail, the first Rails to Trails bike path.<br />
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Jackie<br />
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<br />Jim and Jackie Blurtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824169851680078925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514038856553024402.post-47576688437308380912016-09-19T14:54:00.000-07:002016-09-27T19:22:12.587-07:002016 Travels, Sault Ste. Marie, Iroquois Lighthouse, Great Lakes Shipwreck Museum, Pictured Rocks Nat'l Lake Shore.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Sault Ste. Marie, the turn-around point in our travels.</b> We reach Sault Ste. Marie, the turn-around point in our travels, in time to spend the Labor Day Weekend. Campground reservations were necessary for the big weekend. We selected the Aune Osborn Campground, a city owned facility along the St. Marys River. Some sites are river front and you can sit at your rig and watch the freighters go by. The sites are water & electric and there's a dump station and water tower. There are very nice laundry and restrooms facilities, and individual shower rooms. The cost was $30/night. I don't have a photo of the campground but imagine a big lawn with pedestals. Over the Labor Day weekend every site was filled and the lawn became a small city.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim watches the Manitoulin enter the lock.</td></tr>
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What we liked about the campground was htat it was close to downtown. We walked the two miles from the campground to the Soo Locks in downtown Sault Ste. Marie at the head of the St. Marys River, the passage between Lake Heron and Lake Superior. The locks raise ships 21 feet from the river channel which was once impassable rapids, to the level of Lake Superior and lower ships going from Superior down the St. Marys. The locks can accommodate 1000+ ft. freighters. There is a visitor center with informative displays on the history and how the locks operate. A multi-level viewing platform along the locks lets people watch ships being raised and lower. This was fun for us because we'd never seen these big freighters before.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Manitoulin in the lock waiting to be raised. Only the cabin is visible above the lock.</td></tr>
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When we arrived the Manitoulin was just entering the locks. We watched while the water filled the lock and lifted her. At first we could only see the cabin above the lock. It took about 20 minutes for the lock to fill and lift her. When the lock was full we could see the hull. The lock opened and the freighter continued into Lake Superior.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The lock is filled and we can see the hull of the Manitoulin in the lock.</td></tr>
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After visiting Soo Locks we go across the street for the VFW Friday Night Fish Fry recommended by the campground staff. You get a generous plate of tasty white fish, baked potato, coleslaw, beans and desert for only $15. It goes to a good cause and the folks are very nice. The hall was packed.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim anticipates dinner at the VFW Friday Night Fish Fry.</td></tr>
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Aune Osborn Campground has unique entertainment. We found a website where locations of the ships is reported. The campground was only 2 miles down river from the locks and we could estimate the time they'd be arriving. We often heard the ships horn as they approached then the campers would gather at the bank to watch them go by. It was quite a sight and especially rewarding when the captain would blow a salute to the spectators. A friend of mine once worked on a freighter and said it was just as exciting to see all the people gathered along the banks to watch them go by. Almost all the ships going up river where riding high in the water so they must have been empty. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Camper gather along the banks of the St. Marys River at the Aune Osborn Campground to watch the Stewart J. Cort.</td></tr>
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Ship Spotting. There are books and websites about the freighters and ships of the Great Lakes and people keep lists of what they've seen. Kind of like my birding lists. I'd have a list too if I lived close enough to see the ships regularly. <br />
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One of the largest freighters is the Burns Harbor at over 1,000 ft. long.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Burns Harbor heads for Soo Locks.</td></tr>
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We spent day at the Museum Ship, Valley Camp, only a mile walk from the campground. There's a lot to learn here about freighters, crew, navigation, equipment and more. The entire hull is a museum. We walked the deck and saw the pilot house, crew quarters, kitchen, dining hall and engine room. High marks for this museum.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Museum Ship Valley Camp.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Museum Ship Valley Camp.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Inside the pilot house.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking along the length of the freighter from the pilot house.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The exhibits inside the hull of the Valley Camp.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A display chronicles the events of the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A life boat from the Edmund Fitzgerald.</td></tr>
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Our strategy for seeing the rest of Michigan is different from our travels to Sault Ste. Marie. Coming here we followed US Highway 2 from Duluth, WI. It's an east/west route along the Lake Michigan side of the Upper Peninsula. Going back to the west we'll take a meandering route along the Lake Superior side of the UP.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Point Iroquois Lighthouse.</td></tr>
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Leaving Sault Ste. Marie we follow Lakeshore Dr., a scenic little road that follows along the shore of Whitefish Bay. Our first stop is the Point Iroquois Lighthouse preserved and operated by the Hiawatha National Forest. It's the last light before the bay narrows to become the St. Marys River at Sault Ste. Marie.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The view from the top of the Point Iroquois Lighthouse.</td></tr>
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The Point Iroquois Lighthouse has a gift shop and visitor center in the original structure. It's free but donations are appreciated to maintain this historic site. We climbed the spiral stair to get the view from the top looking out across Whitefish Bay toward Sault Ste. Marie. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The living room of the light keepers house. It seems like a family still lives there.</td></tr>
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Rooms in the light keepers house are filled with artifacts for the 50's. It's a comforting look back in time. I was just a little kid then but there's so much that's familiar, much like my grandmother's house.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The kitchen in the light keepers house.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The kitchen in the light keepers house. Makes me want to sample all those baked goods.</td></tr>
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When we get to highway 123 we turn north to Whitefish Point to see the Great Lakes Shipwreck Museum and Lighthouse.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Great Lakes Shipwreck Museum.</td></tr>
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The Great Lakes Ship Wreck Museum has great displays, histories and artifacts from ship wrecks over the centuries. There is a 15-min. film about the raising of the bell in 1995 from the bow of the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald with the help of Canada and some high-tech diving gear. The bell is on display at the museum. It was replaced on the bow of the wreck by a bell with the names of the 29 crew members engraved on it. It was closure for the family members to officially have a burial for the ones they lost. The wreck is now a grave site. The film also includes a reenactment of the last terrifying hours before the ship sank. It's hard to leave the theater with a dry eye even after all this time.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A plaque about the raising of the bell.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The original bell from the bow of the Edmund Fitzgerald.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of many displays about the history of the ships lost on the Great Lakes.</td></tr>
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Other displays in the museum talk about equipment used in salvage operations.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New technology. The diving equipment used to raise the Edmund Fitzgerald bell.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Old diving technology for underwater salvage.</td></tr>
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One of the amazing lighthouse technologies of its time on display here is this Second-Order Fresnel Lens. This lens is 9 ft. in diameter and weights 3,500 lbs. The plaque tells where the light was located and how it worked.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The White Shoal Lens, a Second-Order Fresnel Lens.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This Second-Order Fresnel Lens is 9 ft. in diameter and weights 3,500 lbs.</td></tr>
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We toured the Whitefish Point Light Station. The light keepers house was fully furnished for the 1800's time period. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Whitefish Point Light Station.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A bedroom in the light keepers home.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The light keepers kitchen.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A cozy sitting room with entertainment.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A plaque about Whitefish Point, the Graveyard of the Great Lakes.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The deck at Whitefish Point overlooking Lake Superior.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A U.S. Coast Guard rescue rowboat.</td></tr>
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Other exhibits in the Great Lakes Shipwreck Museum complex contain other Great Lakes exhibits such as this Coast Guard rescue rowboat, quick and maneuverable and rowed by 6 men.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Modern shipwreck salvage gear, Great Lakes Shipwreck Museum.</td></tr>
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And last but not least, with all do respect to the Edmund Fitzgerald, a lego model. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A lego model of the Edmund Fitzgerald. If I remember right it was <br />
about 6 to 7 ft. long but I don't remember how many legos.</td></tr>
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After spending most of the afternoon at the Museum we found Three Lakes, a small primitive campground in the Hiawatha National Forest. No hookups, vault toilet and water from a hand pump. As primitive as they come. The cost was $16/night. $8 w/Senior Pass. Half the campground had been closed and retuned to nature probably because it was little used. There's much to be appreciated in a primitive campground after a busy weekend in a fulled-to-capacity destination park. There were a few other rigs on the other side of the loop but we had the place pretty much to ourselves. It was so quiet we could hear the mushrooms grow.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Three Lakes Campground in the Hiawatha National Forest, MI. </td></tr>
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Speaking of mushrooms. We found and abundance them at Three Lakes CG and they were huge.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A funnel shaped mushroom of which I don't know the name.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The beautiful Death Angel which I do know and the name tells it like it is.</td></tr>
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We travel west on Highway 58 along the Pictured Rocks National Seashore. There are some outstanding sights here including the Grand Sable Dunes and the Au Sable Light Station as well as the Pictured Rocks, colorful banded cliffs along Lake Superior.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grand Sable Dunes, 200 ft. high boarder Lake Superior on the Pictured Rocks National Seashore.</td></tr>
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We take a campsite at the Lower Hurricane River Campground in Pictured Rocks. The campground is primitive with vault toilets. No dump or water are available. The cost is $14/night. $7 w/Senior Pass. Most sites are small and confined by the forest and this is why we like our small rig. We can fit into almost any place.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Au Sable Light Station.</td></tr>
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There is a pleasant 1.5 mile walk along the lake to the Au Sable Light Station.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our campsite at the Lower Hurricane Campground in the Pictured Rocks National Seashore.</td></tr>
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A path goes from the campground to the bridge over the Hurricane River. This is part of the North Country National Scenic Trail.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Hurricane River tumbles its way into Lake Superior.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The bridge over the Hurricane River is part of the North Country National Scenic Trail.</td></tr>
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This bridge over the Hurricane River is part of the North Country National Scenic Trail. We met several backpacker who were hiking the trail the length of the Pictured Rocks shoreline.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Monarch Butterflies can be found here.</td></tr>
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There is access from the campground to a beautiful sandy beach at the mouth of the Hurricane River were it empties into Lake Superior. We sat on the shore waiting for the sunset. A few people came to take pictures and left leaving us with the beach all to ourselves. It's after Labor Day and the crowds are gone.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The empty sandy beach at the mouth of the Hurricane River.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The sun begins to set on Lake Superior.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim and I wait on the sand for the best sunset colors.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The sun sets over quiet waters.</td></tr>
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We traveled beautiful scenic Highway 58 through Pictured Rocks to Miners Castle Information and Center and Overlook on the west side of the National Lakeshore. Highway 58 would be a fantastic bicycle ride but it was a rainy day and a missed opportunity. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Miners Castle perches on a point above the colorful banding of Pictured Rocks and emerald water in a shallow bay.</td></tr>
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A trail leads from the Information Center to a platform to view the Miners Castle rock formation and the banded Pictured Rock cliffs. The North Country National Scenic Trail passes through here and offers nice hiking along the cliffs through lush forest.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our lake-front campsite at Au Train Lake Campground in the Hiawatha National Forest.</td></tr>
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A destination we've had in mind while planning our travels is Au Train Lake and kayaking the Au Train River. We camp at the Au Train Lake Campground in the Hiawatha National Forest. It has nice large sites separated by stands of trees for privacy. There are vault toilets, water at taps but no hookups or dump station. The cost is $18/night. $9 w/Senior Pass. We've found that the Hiawatha and Ottawa National Forest have created great campgrounds. Sites are widely space to offer privacy and naturalness, all interior roads are paved and some of the larger destinations campgrounds have showers and other facilities. They do a great job.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A morning bike ride on the smooth pavement from the campground to the village of Au Train.</td></tr>
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At Au Train we can bike, hike and kayak right from the campground. The roads are smooth and we take a nice bike ride through the emerald forest to the little community of Au Train on the other side of the lake. <br />
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Later in the afternoon we go birding and hiking. The Hiawatha National Forest created a wonderful 2-mile trail they call the "Song Bird Trail". There is a viewing platform overlooking the lake and plaques along the trail featuring a few of the most frequently seen birds. The trail meanders through lush forest of maple and pine, moss and fern, and tricks of light. Not many birds calling in September. Early summer is probably the best birding but it was a beautiful hike.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Song Bird Trail meanders through the forest.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The trail borders a little creek that flows into the lake.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Signs along the trail tell about the most frequently seen birds.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mushroom condos at the base of a tree along the Song Bird Trail.</td></tr>
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The next day we kayak Au Train Lake and a short way down the Au Train River. We would have gone further but clouds were lowering and rain was forecast. By the time we got back upriver the winds had come up pushing waves across the lake. We dug deep with our paddles and made an exhilarating run back across the lake into the wind and waves as a light rain began to dimple the water. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Setting out on a kayak across Au Train Lake before the afternoon rain.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kayaking down the slow meander of the Au Train River.</td></tr>
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There has been days of overcast and rain in the past week since Labor Day and we're forced to come out of the wilds occasionally and find campgrounds with power. Between the dense forest canopy and overcast days it's a challenge to keep our batteries charged. One of the campgrounds we stayed at was the Van Riper State Campground on Highway 41 as we were heading to the Keweenaw Peninsula. The park had nice showers and restrooms, no full hookups but there was a dump and water station. The cost was $22 a night for a site with electric. <br />
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It was a weekend, they had one site available when we arrived and a campground Halloween Party going on. It was fun walking around looking at all the site decorations and the kids dressed as everything from princesses to rubrics cubes.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Halloween Weekend decorations at Van Riper State Campground.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More Halloween décor at Van Riper State Campground.</td></tr>
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On our way up the Keweenaw Peninsula to Copper Harbor on Highway 41 we found a roadside park with a half-mile walk to Canyon Falls on the Sturgeon River.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The trail to Canyon Falls on the Sturgeon River.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rapids on the Sturgeon River.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Sturgeon shows its power just before the falls.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Canyon Falls on the Sturgeon River.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The chasm below the falls.</td></tr>
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Along the path to Canyon Falls we saw several large trees that had grown on top of a boulder once covered in soil. Erosion left the boulder and a tangle of roots exposed as a beautiful piece of natural sculpture.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Erosion exposed a tangle of roots and the boulder a group of trees grew on.</td></tr>
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We've heard of the beauty of the Keweenaw Peninsula so we took a scenic loop drive north from Houghton up Highway 41 to Copper Harbor at the tip of the peninsula. The road curves gracefully for about 45 miles beneath a canopy of green, past lakes and little communities. It was hard to take photos that would capture serenity of the scenery in the passage through this dazzling green tunnel. We took Highway 26 via Eagle River along Lake Superior back to 41 for the return leg of the loop. Most of the property along lake shores in this part of the county is privately owned including Lake Superior. There was only one place along 26 with public access to a beach.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The picnic pavilion at Gay.</td></tr>
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We camped at the Lake Linden Recreation Area, a city park in the town of Lake Linden on Highway 26 north of Houghton. A very nice little campground on Torch Lake at the edge of town. There were nice restrooms and free shower facilities. No full-hookups but there was a dump station with water. It was $25 for sites with electric along the lake. $15 for a no-hookup tent site on top of a hill overlooking the lake. The sites were spacious and had good solar exposure and it was only a block to walk into town. It's a great place to stay while exploring the Keweenaw Peninsula.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The artist who did the pavilion sculptures.</td></tr>
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We spent a morning bicycling a nice 36-mile loop through the countryside from Lake Linden to Gay. This little community had only one establishment proudly proclaimed as the Gay Bar. Wish I'd taken a pic of the sign. It also had a nice picnic pavilion at the park for a lunch break. Both sides of each support was carved with a sculpture in memory of someone.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Owls carved in the support of the pavilion in Gay, MI</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eagle carved in the support of the pavilion in Gay, MI</td></tr>
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We left the Keweenaw and took the scenic route through the Porcupine Mountains State Forest back to Black River Harbor where our travels began through the Upper Peninsula of Michigan three weeks earlier. We found a free 2-site primitive campground along the Black River Harbor road north of Bessemer, MI were we spent our last night in the UP.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A little 2-site primitive campground on the Black River Harbor road.</td></tr>
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<b>What we liked about Michigan's Upper Peninsula.</b> We liked the Ottawa and Hiawatha National Forest campgrounds, tucked into the lushness and beauty of the north woods. They offered us opportunities and easy access for bicycling, hiking and kayaking. Our favorite destinations were Mackinaw Island, Sault Ste. Marie and Whitefish Point Great Lakes Shipwreck Museum as well as the Lighthouses we visited. Loved seeing Lake Superior. We enjoyed driving through the countryside and little towns. The towns were so tidy and well-kept. People really had pride in their communities and homes. The best culinary delight was the variety of smoked fish fresh off the boat the previous day. Sure can't get that at home.<br />
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We found that the most useful maps were the Michigan Superior Region Road and Bicycling Guides. There are East, Central and West editions that cover the entire peninsula. The maps give lots of details and highlight road and trail suitability for bicycling. They're published by MDOT and are available at welcome centers for free. We picked them up at the welcome center on Highway 2 near Ironwood in the west region of the UP.<br />
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We leave the UP and head south to Wisconsin. We have a few bucket list locations in mind. These are kayaking the Turtle Flambeau Flowage and bicycling the Elroy-Sparta State Trail, the very first Rails to Trails.<br />
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Join us next time.<br />
Jackie<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jackie on the trail to Canyon Falls on the Sturgeon River, MI.</td></tr>
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Jim and Jackie Blurtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824169851680078925noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514038856553024402.post-32854489515631185602016-09-04T17:55:00.000-07:002016-09-05T05:48:02.637-07:002016 Travels Continued: Bicycling in Minnesota, Apostle Islands in Wisconsin, Black River and Mackinac Island in Michigan.<b>Visiting friends in Hazen, SD.</b> In the hills of North Dakota is a long lake created by a dam on the Missouri River. Lake Sakakawea fills the river valley and backs into quiet bays in the folds of the hills. Our friends Mike and Cissy take us out on the lake in their sail boat. This is our first time sailing. Mike give us some expert sailing lessons and than lets me take the wheel. What a trusting guy. I learned I can't tip it over so his trust was well placed.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I take the helm in my first sailing lesson.</td></tr>
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If we lived on a lake we'd have one of these. It's amazing to set the sail just right so the boat leans over and glides across the water. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim gets his turn at the helm.</td></tr>
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We visit the Knife River Indian Village National Historic Site on the Missouri River. The visitor center offers a short film and exhibits on the live of the Northern Plains Tribes. The earth lodges they lived in were make of timbers, small diameter trees and sod. The lodges dotted the plain above the river at this site. Tours are given of a replica of the earth lodge. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A tour of the earth lodge at the Knife River Indian Village.</td></tr>
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Inside the lodge are displays of the tools and personal articles of the Northern Plains Tribes. The park ranger tells how the earth lodge was made and the social and family structure of the people. The buffalo skin has the exploits of a chief painted on it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A park ranger tells the story of life on the plains.</td></tr>
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In the display of tools and personal items are a set of buffalo ribs tied together. This was a sled children used to slide down the earth lodge in the winter. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Important tools and personal items.</td></tr>
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We take to the wide Missouri River with Cissy and kayaks from the dam to Stanton. It was a 4-hour paddle and paddle we did. The river seems to flow at about a fast walking pace. We saw 10 Bald Eagles along the way.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kayaking on the wide Missouri River.</td></tr>
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After leaving Hazen we stop at the Lewis & Clark Visitor Center in Washburn, ND. Each Lewis & Clark Visitor Center we've been to is different and worth visiting. Each documents the challenges, discoveries and encounters they had in their explorations.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Lewis & Clark Visitor Center in Washburn, ND</td></tr>
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We're now in Minnesota. What attracted us are the paved Rails to Trails bike paths in the Walker/Leech Lake area. We camped at Stony Point, a Forest Service Campground south of Walker. All the sites were large, widely spaced and had electric hook up. There was a dump station, water and flush toilets but the showers where closed for repairs. It was a nice campground with views of Leech Lake and boat and fishing access. The cost is $26/night, $13 with the Senior Pass.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our camp at Stony Point Campground on Leech Lake.</td></tr>
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Ospreys nest on platforms near the lake.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ospreys nest on platforms near the lake.</td></tr>
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On the afternoon we arrive we take a 26-mile bike ride on the Paul Bunyan Trail, a paved Rails to Trails bike path. The next day we ride 56 miles roundtrip on the paved Heartland Trail from Walker to Park Rapids and back. The trail stays away from roads most of the way, passing through woodlands and along small lakes. The grade is 2% if that. In our home of Silver City we don't have bike paths and there are no flat roads so this is a real treat. We put on some easy miles and enjoy the sights.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Heartland Trail, a paved Rails to Trails.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The joy of a paved Rails to Trails bike path.</td></tr>
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Trumpeter Swans have been reintroduced to the lakes near Park Rapids. We see them on the lakes along the bike path.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Trumpeter Swans are found on many of the lakes around Park Rapids</td></tr>
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In the little burg of Nevis we stop for ice cream and a photo with the World's Largest Tiger Muskie. There something fishy here.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">World's largest Tiger Muskie.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Heartland Bike Path looks like a country road.</td></tr>
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After spending 2 nights at Stony Point we move north to Cass Lake and the northern end of the Heartland Trail. We camp at the Norway Beach Recreation Area, a Chippewa National Forest campground on the east shore of Cass Lake and stay 2 nights. I forgot to take a photo of our site but it was really nice and very wooded. There is a paved bike path that connects to the northern terminus of the Heartland Trail. There were flush toilets and showers. Several sites have lake views. The facilities were older but the hot, gushing water was wonderful. Water was available at taps. There are several loops one of which had electric at a rate of $26/night. We choose the no-hookup loop for $21/night, $10.50 with Senior Pass. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We ride the winding MeGiZi Bike Path around Pike Bay.</td></tr>
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A paved bike path starts at the campground at Norway Beach Recreation Area and connects with the Heartland Trail and the MeGiZi Pike Path. The Heartland will link to the Paul Bunyan Bike Path. It's possible to bike all day and never have to deal with traffic. The paths pass through forest and around little lakes. A cyclists dream.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Black-eyed Susan and Goldenrod boarder the bike paths.</td></tr>
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As much fun as we've had in Minnesota it's time to move on. We'll be traveling US 2 across Wisconsin and Michigan. We spend one night at the Clover City CG on Lake Superior north of Herbster, WI. The sites are small and close together but we had a great view of the lake. Hookups were $30. We took a tent site for $17. There was only one of each men's and women's flush toilets and a shower trailer with 3 showers each. Water was available at taps. There weren't many other camping opportunities. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our no-hookup site at the Clover City CG north of Herbster, MI.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our first visit to Lake Superior.</td></tr>
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The wind blew strong off the lake and it rained through the afternoon but we were treated to a wonderful sunset. This was our first time seeing and camping on Lake Superior. I caught a Gordon Lightfoot ear worm that stayed with me quite a while.<br />
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A Lake Superior sunset.</div>
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The next day we travel to Bayfield, WI. We found a campsite at Dalrymple CG, a Bayfield city facility only a half mile from town. The sites are tight and uneven. We were looking for a site with electric because the campground was totally shaded and we didn't have sun for our solar. After trying several electric sites and not being able to get level we took a no-hook up site and our generous neighbor said we could hook up to his pedestal. There are only a few sites that big rigs would fit in and only a few had a view of the lake. It's nice to have a small rig. A few sites had electric but most were no-hookups. There are vault toilets and water available at taps. All sites were $20/night. We spent 2 days here so we could take a cruise of the Apostle Islands. It wasn't the best laid out campground but we liked the walk to town.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our campsite at Dalrymple CG in Bayfield, WI.</td></tr>
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That afternoon we walked around Bayfield and took a hike on the Brownstone Trail along the lake. Bayfield is a relaxed tourist town with beautiful homes and a well maintained historic downtown of shops and good eateries. Several businesses along the waterfront offered a variety of fresh smoked fish. We indulged and bought smoked white fish, lake trout, herring and salmon. Delicious!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Downtown Bayfield.</td></tr>
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This sweet little sailboat and her captain can be rented for an excursion on the lake. It flies a pirate flag so it's got to be an adventure.<br />
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Wondering what to do with that old boat in your yard? Decorate it with colorful bird houses.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What to do with an old boat if you have room in your yard.</td></tr>
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On our second day we take a cruise of the Apostle Islands. It was only $40 each for a 3 hour cruise. We choose to sit on the upper open deck. Take the seat facing the stern by the pilot cabin. Than you'll be out of the wind and have great views.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Island Princess is ready to take us on a tour of the Apostle Islands.</td></tr>
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The islands are a National Lake Shore and are protected. Camping and hiking are allowed with permits. A lot of economic activity such as fishing, logging and stone quarry took place on the islands in the late 1800's and early 1900's. Our captain told us the colorful history and stories of the islands as we toured around them. He had a good sense of humor and made the tour fun.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">An old fish camp preserved by the Park Service.</td></tr>
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The Islands aren't as dramatic as the cruises we took in Alaska. From a distance they look like big green matts floating on the lake. There are lighthouses on several of the islands and a preserved fish camp.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The lighthouse on Devils Island.</td></tr>
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The most unique of the islands was Devils Island. The crashing waves carved grottos and arches into the cliffs on the north side and created a surreal landscape. The native people's name for the island referred to bad spirits because the waves made terrifying sounds in the caves. That name was roughly translated to Devils Island. The captain takes us in close and the boat glides along the cliffs for some nice photo ops. There are two tours a day. Many people like to take the 4 pm tour so they can capture the cliffs in the afternoon light.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The caves and grottos of Devils Island.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Devils Island on a good day. Superior is calm.</td></tr>
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Our next destination is Black River in the Ottawa National Forest north of the town of Ironwood, MI. We camped at the National Forest Black River CG. It was an easy quarter-mile walk to the Black River Harbor on Lake Superior. It's a nice primitive forested campground with vault toilets, no hookups and water available at taps. Some of the sites have lake views. The trees in the area are mostly Maple and Birch so this is probably really pretty in the fall. The cost is $16/night. $8 w/Senior Pass. You should spend at least 2 night here to visit all the falls.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's a quarter-mile walk from the campground to Black River Harbor.</td></tr>
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At the Black River Harbor is a nice picnic area and boat launch.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The suspension bridge across the Black River built by the CCC in 1938/39.</td></tr>
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A beautifully crafted wooden suspension bridge built by the CCC in 1938/39 crosses the Black River giving access to trails to the beach and Rainbow Falls. A plaque commemorates the construction. The CCC were everywhere doing conservation and construction projects all over the nation. It's really interesting to find places where they worked.<br />
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From the campground it's about a half mile to Rainbow Falls and trails that connect to the other 4 falls. All the falls are within about a 2 mile stretch of river. There are parking areas for each falls and it's a quarter to 3-quarters mile walk to each fall. There is also a nice hiking trail that connects them so we hiked the trail from the campground to all the falls. The trails and woods are beautiful and a very pleasant hike.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The trail through the woods to the falls.</td></tr>
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The first day we visit the Great Conglomerate Falls. Water darkened by tannin from Hemlock and hardwoods roars over the rocks in a spray of amber foam.<br />
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In the afternoon we hike to Rainbow Falls, the last fall before the Black River empties onto Lake Superior. At certain times of the day the mists make rainbows. You can see the observation deck on the right. A three-quarter mile trail that crosses the suspension bridge leads to this view of the fall. All have wood stairways descending to the falls and most observation points have wooden decks and railings. Were there are no decks great caution should be used in approaching the falls. A man trying to photograph on of the them fell and drowned a few days before we arrived.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rainbow Falls.</td></tr>
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On our 2nd day we hike upriver from the campground to the other 3 falls. The gentle peacefulness of the forest belies the tremendous power and turmoil of the falls. Sandstone Falls was the first on our morning hike and probably had the longest set of steps descending to the river.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The stairway descending to Sandstone Falls.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sandstone Falls.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim at Sandstone Falls.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The turbulent power of Sandstone Falls.</td></tr>
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A little used path goes up river above Sandstone Falls to some smaller cascades and is a pretty side hike.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There are several cascades above Sandstone falls.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jackie at the cascades above Sandstone Falls.</td></tr>
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We found an abundance of edible mushrooms along the trail through the forest although we no longer pick them. There were boletus, oyster mushrooms and this attractive bracket fungus growing on a dead tree.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Natures creations. A bracket fungus on a dead tree.</td></tr>
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The next falls we hike to is Gorge Falls spilling out from a defile that squeezes the river.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gorge Falls.</td></tr>
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And the final falls of our morning hike is Potawatomi Falls that spreads a wide vail across the canyon before dropping into the gorge. The hike round trip hike from the campground to these three falls was only about 4 miles.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Potawatomi Falls.</td></tr>
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After our tour of the falls and lunch we spend the afternoon bicycling 22 miles on the beautiful smooth pavement of the entry road that goes from Black River Harbor back to Ironwood. A great ride with a few hill climbs. Michigan isn't all flat.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Clark Lake Campground in the Ottawa National Forest.</td></tr>
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We discovered a wonderful Forest Service Campground on Clark Lake in the Ottawa National Forest, MI. All the interior roads and sites are paved with smooth asphalt which makes for some nice bicycling through the forest. The sites are all shady which is something we've come to expect of Michigan campgrounds. We needed sun for our solar panels and none of the sites were working out for us until we luckily found an empty electric site. There are 4 loops and each loop only has one 15 amp electric site. All the other sites are no hookup. Three of the loops have nice flush toilets and the 1st loop has vault toilets. Water is available at taps. It's $18/night. $9 w/Senior Pass.<br />
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There is a nice beach and picnic area with a large stone building that can be rented for events. Nice shower facilities for camper use are located at the picnic area. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kayaking on the smooth waters of Clark Lake.</td></tr>
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Interestingly the campground is at the boundary of the Sylvania Wilderness and the lake is within the wilderness. There is a parking area and boat ramp where we could launched our kayak into this wilderness lake. No motorized or sail boats are allowed on the lake. Only human powered boats like canoes and kayaks. On all the lakes we've kayaked there have been power boats so this was really a treat. The lake was so glassy and quiet. We paddled around the circumference of the lake in about 3 hours.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Taking a lunch break on Clark Lake in the Sylvania Wilderness.</td></tr>
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We saw a pair of Osprey, a Bald Eagle and a Common Merganser with 8 newly fledge young tagging along behind her.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A family of Common Mergansers.</td></tr>
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We highly recommend this Clark Lake for the quality of the campground, facilities and recreational opportunities. We enjoyed the bicycling and kayaking. There's also a 9-mile trail around the lake which we didn't have time to hike.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our site at Little Bay de Noc Campground with a view of the bay. </td></tr>
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Our next camp was on Lake Michigan at Little Bay de Noc Campground in the Hiawatha National Forest. Most sites are forested but there are several sites along the bay with lawns, open spaces and access to the water. We found a large site with a place to launch our kayak. The campground has no hookups, vault toilets and water available at taps. The cost is $18/night. $9 w/Senior Pass.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking at our campsite at Little Bay de Noc Campground from our kayak.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pileated Woodpeckers.</td></tr>
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At our campsite we were entertained by two Pileated Woodpeckers chasing each other around a tree trunk playing hide & seek. They went from tree to tree playing games for about half and hour.<br />
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In the afternoon we took a wonderful 26-mile bike ride to the Peninsula Lighthouse. It's 13 miles from the campground to the lighthouse on a nice road through farmland and forest. The last mile was packed dirt. This historic lighthouse is no longer in operation and open to the public. You can climb the spiral stairs to the top and catch the view. There are vault toilets and a picnic area. There is a donation box to help maintain this landmark.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Peninsula Point Lighthouse.</td></tr>
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The point on the peninsula is also a gathering place and research area for Monarch Butterflies. They gather here in great numbers and wait for a favorable north wind to carry them across Lake Michigan on their migration.<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><br />
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Along our bike ride we see Sandhill Cranes, a field of Canada Geese and two Turkey hens with 14 young. Two successful families. <br />
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Our travels take us closer to the eastern end of the Upper Peninsula. Our next camp is at Bravoort Lake Campground in the Hiawatha National Forest. This lake is just east of St. Ignace along Highway 2 and will be our home base for our trip to Mackinac Island.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our campsite at Brevoort Lake Campground in the Hiawatha National Forest.</td></tr>
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The campground is on a small peninsula that extends it's reach into the lake. All the campsites have a beach and lake access so kayaks and canoes can be launched. There is also a boat ramp and fishing dock. There are nice restrooms with flush toilets, the sites are no-hooks. A dump station and water tower at the campground entry. The cost is $18/night. $9 w/Senior Pass.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Catching a sunset at the fishing dock in the Brevoort Lake Campground.</td></tr>
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The next day we drive to St. Ignace to take the ferry to Mackinac Island. We take our bikes with us to ride around the island. The roundtrip cost for us and the bikes was $52. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We take the Arnold Ferry to Mackinac Island.</td></tr>
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On our way across the channel to the island we get a nice view of the Mackinac Bridge connecting the Michigan upper and lower peninsulas.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Mackinac Bridge.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Approaching Mackinac Island.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beautiful mansions that offer lodging accommodations line the waterfront. </td></tr>
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Motorized vehicles were banned from the island in the 1800's. Transportation is bicycling, walking or equestrian. Horse-drawn carriages transport people and give tours. Horse-drawn freight wagons deliver goods and baggage to shops and hotels. When we get off the ferry the downtown activity is just getting started. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Morning in downtown Mackinac Island.</td></tr>
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Bicycles, pedestrians and horses mix it up in the downtown streets. There was no sound of traffic, booming music or noisy trucks. Just conversations filtering through the streets and the gentle clip-clop of horses. It was paradise.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The noon rush hour. The carriage and bicycling traffic increases.</td></tr>
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Not to worry about horse droppings. Street sweepers are on hand to clean up the old fashioned way with broom and shovel. Kudos to the street sweepers.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The afternoon traffic jam. Carriages and bicycles everywhere.</td></tr>
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The lodging is exquisite on Mackinac. Here's a idea. Take a honeymoon, leave your motorhome at the ferry parking lot and stay the night in the Grand hotel or any of the beautiful lodges on the island.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A lodge and gardens over looking the lake.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bike rentals are a big business on Mackinac.</td></tr>
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If you don't take a bike you can rent one. There are bikes for everyone; kids bikes, mountain bikes, cruisers and tandems. You definitely want to bicycle the 8-mile, paved highway the circumvents the island along the shoreline. This is a Michigan highway and perhaps the only one in the country that doesn't allow motorized vehicles. It's a really pleasant ride along the lake shoreline. As we rode the loop we saw family groups and people of all ages. There are plenty of opportunities to stop along the shore and wade in the water or picnic. Signage along the way tells of the Native culture and history. It's a wonderful experience. We rode three times around the loop and took several of the roads into the interior of the island. It was just so beautiful.<br />
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Bicyclists stop along the bike highway to build cairns along the shore.<br />
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If you don't want to rent a bike, rent a horse and carriage and ride the bike highway. I met this couple celebrating their 36th anniversary. The horse's name is Jerry. He fidgeted when we stopped to chat and wondered what was going on. He loves what he does.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A couple I met celebrate their 36th anniversary on Mankinac Island.</td></tr>
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So this is the end of this post. It's probably more than I intended but there's so much to see and enjoy. When we post again we'll resume with our stay in Sault Ste. Marie at the Aune Osborn Campground along the Saint Marys River.<br />
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Until then,<br />
Jackie<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jackie at Sandstone Falls on the Black River, MI.</td></tr>
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Jim and Jackie Blurtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06824169851680078925noreply@blogger.com1