Grand Tetons

Dinner at Orlando’s in Taos Saturday night before we returned on Sunday may have been the highlight of the trip.  There was a full moon rising over the telephone poles as we waited on the patio for a table.  It was cool but comfortable, especially with the little fire they had going there.  On Wednesday we celebrated Joyce’s birthday with dinner at a restaurant called The Bistro, which was in walking distance from the hotel in Jackson.  There we had Kobe beef hamburgers, the cheapest thing on the menu at $21.  Our dinner at Orlando’s was half the price and much tastier.  The Bistro apparently catered to the well-healed crowd visiting Jackson Hole.  Orlando’s is an unpretentious hole in the wall.

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Grand Canyon

October ramble

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It was like looking down at the top of a cloud, which I guess we were when we visited the north rim of the Grand Canyon.  We had driven in rain from time to time ever since we started our trip and it was cool and cloudy when we visited Petrified Forest National Park on the first day out.  The Painted Desert had received a lot of rain and the washes were running bank to bank with muddy water.  We drove through snow and sub-freezing temperatures as we approached the north rim.  That didn’t seem to deminish the crowds, though.  The north rim is supposed to be less frequented than the south, and it may be, but that’s not to say it isn’t frequented.  There was a generous sprinkling of foreigners judging by the gibberish being spoken.  For the most part the canyon was socked in but it cleared enough before we left for us to get a taste of the beauty and immensity of the Grand Canyon. Continue reading “October ramble”

On the road

We arrived at our hotel in Cortez, Colorado eleven hours to the minute after driving off from good ol’ SA.  Between Cimarron and Taos we encountered falling snow but the skies cleared and we enjoyed driving into the setting sun from Durango to Cortez.  Though it was Joyce’s birthday and we’d thought we would have a nice dinner somewhere to celebrate, we were just glad to get off the road and settled for salads at Wendy’s.The next evening we had that birthday dinner at the Destination Grill next door to the hotel, if hamburgers qualify for a birthday dinner.  They weren’t average hamburgers so maybe it was OK.  Continue reading “On the road”

October tramp

As busy summer turned to less frenetic fall, the road beckoned me and I was off on a tramp.  My wandering brought me to Great Sand Dunes National Park (first eight photos above) and Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Park in Colorado.  Last year Gary and Phyllis took us to the Dunes Park when we visited them in Red River.  Until then I didn’t know it existed.  Our visit was little more than a drive by and I wanted to go back and do a little exploring, which I did.  I didn’t do the park justice but I did scramble up the dunes which would have tuckered out better men than me.  Spending the night there, I got to try out for the first time the tent I bought.  It is designed to go on the back end of an SUV such as the Pathfinder, with the rear door up.  When I camped out in the Pathfinder last year in Big Bend, I found the back of the Pathfinder a little cramped.  When I found this SUV tent, I thought it might give me just enough extra room so I could stretch out.  It did, but the wind got up during the night and made me think I’d made a mistake.  I backed into my space in the campground so the vehicle rear end wasn’t facing other campers.  The afternoon and evening were calm but the wind picked up during the night.  The prevailing south winds form the dunes as they blow sand up the San Luis valley and dump it when they encounter the little Sangre De Cristo mountains cul de sac.  My tent was facing the mountains but the wind kicked up out of the east blasting down the mountain side directly at the tent.  I probably didn’t secure the bottom part of the tent that goes under the rear bumper as well as I should have and the wind, which didn’t blow steadily but came in terrific gusts, would pull the tent bottom up and join me.  I could have tolerated the wind whipping around the inside of the Pathfinder, snug as I was in my sleeping bag, but the loosened tent flapped around all to be damned creating a lot of noise and I finally had to get up, take the tent down and button up in the cramped Pathfinder.  I had no such problem on the next three nights, though, and found that the tent performed as I had hoped.  It also allowed me to get better ventilation when I tied back the solid outer flaps and just zipped up the inner mesh insect screen. Continue reading “October tramp”