March 22, 2022

Visiting Pikes Peak

 


Hi and welcome back for another first-time adventure, visiting Pikes Peak, "America's Mountain." To get here, my 5½ hour trip put Winnie through her paces once again. Reaching a record 11,400 feet in altitude, I maintained a safe speed ascending and descending sometimes taking as much as ten minutes (per mountain) to accomplish while negotiating switch-backs and curves and making sure I didn't overheat my brakes. Looking over the right side of the road was not an option. With ears clicking and jaw dropping views, I traveled through the Grand Mesa, Uncompahgre and Gunnison National Parks,  along and around the Gunnison River, and the Pike and San Isabel National Forest. (Links for more information are in red) Yet, Pikes Peak is another 3,000' higher at 14,115 feet. Thankfully, I won't be driving the 19 mile roadway which is subject to closure due to weather conditions. Calling 719-385-7325 gives up to the minute conditions. Some tips given to drivers include: have a full tank of gas. The round trip of 38 miles will use 80 miles of fuel. Speed limit is 25 mph. And, drive down the mountain in low gear to prevent brake failure.

Mount Antero along SR-50 named in honor of Chief Antero of the Uintah band of the Ute people.

Mount Princeton

The Pikes Peak RV Park  is right along the business route 24 (Manitou Avenue). The heart
of the town is about a mile's walk. Running through the town and behind the
campground is Fountain Creek. 
Winnie is backed to the edge.


Lots of new memories being added. Note the US map; only 9 more states on the mainland to visit.

With each sticker I apply (they don't know the word "decal" in Colorado), I think of Dr. Seuss:

“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose.  You're on your own. And you know what you know.
 And YOU are the one who'll decide where to go...”
― Dr. Seuss, Oh, the Places You'll Go!

And tomorrow, it will be Pikes Peak:
“You're off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting,
So... get on your way!”
― Dr. Seuss, Oh, the Places You'll Go!



From Manitou Springs one would guess this beautiful sight to be that of Pikes Peak.
Rather, it's Mount Mary or Mary's Mountain, 9,856 feet in elevation.

From the free shuttle to the Pike Peak Cog Railway, I took some shots passing through Manitou Springs.

I glanced up Capital Hill Avenue and caught a quick glance at
The 
Miramont Castle; a better photo from the Internet follows.


Built in 1895 by a French priest and his mother, its been passed through different owners. Now
the 30-room Victorian furnished museum is available for weddings, banquets and special events. 




This is a jewelry store (like the famous Diamond Mine in Poughkeepsie)
If it were mine, I'd have actual vault door welcoming patrons.




My Sunday morning breakfast at Uncle Sam's Pancake House was French Toast...

...but this "Winter Special" had a layer of Hazelnut spread between slices.

Broadmoor Manitou and Pikes Peak Cog Railway
Inspiration for "America The Beautiful
(Stock photo from Internet)


Saturday morning I walked the mile to Memorial Park where the free shuttle #33 would take me up the train depot. If you've never been to Pikes Peak, some interesting facts and history can be found HERE. The 19 mile trip averaging 5 mph with steep grades up to 25º would take about an hour. Fortunately, the day was clear and mild with the temperature at 47º in Manitou Springs. At the summit it was also clear with temps more like 20º with a wind chill around -2º. For history and photos  of my adventure, view 
The Cog Railway
This Cog Railway is the highest in the world.



Both cars were completely filled. My seats, Row 4 Seat E was a window seat;
the same seat for the return trip.

Our engineer waiting patiently for folks to find their seat.

His view from the driver's seat. I should have asked him what purpose
the steering wheel serves. When you view the video, the link for which
I added below, you'll notice that we're on the older model train AND
the trip in the summer would be more enjoyable.

Daniel was our conductor. His microphone for the PA conked out on him.
Poor fella had to repeat his messages every row through two cars.

Our journey, no stops.


Last night I watched A video on what to expect: What follows are some of the photos (not the 100 I took) that impressed me.

The amazing action of heating and freezing of any water in crevices.

Ginormous (big) boulders loomed far above...this one, kinda close.

...precariously waiting for Nature to do its thing.



You had to be there to appreciate what 'being up in the world' really means
Eventually, we were above the tree line.




The original Summit House built in 1873.
Today, brand new and packed with everything Pikes Peak.
Here in the Gift Shop, I picked up a hat and hoodie.

The Cafe. And those doughnuts? Delicious. Like everything else, a tad overpriced.
40 minutes is all you had before boarding for the hour long descent.


(oh...and I haven't shaved since leaving CA)

Lots of snow on the ground and the temps to go with it.

Sunday I had purchased tickets for a tour of Cave of the Winds. This also proved to be another one of those "Wow" adventures. And it's yet another "accidental discovery". The ancient Apaches spoke of a cave near Manitou Springs where the Great Spirit of the Wind resided. Two brothers, George and John Picket, were the ones whose candles flickered near a crevice in the rocks and the rest is history which can be read about from the link above. "Slim Jim," manager and himself a spelunker, was our guide. As for photos, lots taken, few shared.

Winnie visits the Cave of the Winds about 1½ miles from the campground.


Lots of activities for the kids; height requirements for some.

You can even get yourself strapped in a seat and zipped off over the 
canyon below. 






Slim Jim begins the tour that lasted about 45 minutes. Each of the 15 large
 openings or "rooms" had a name that resembled the natural formation.
The 1/2 mile of concrete walkways had 196 stairs.
  




Original explorer's ladder from an opening 25' above.



"Bacon" stalactite
Knobstone or "Cave Popcorn" formed from splashing water or water
that seeps through cracks but does not drip away.


Everyone knows the differences between stalactites and stalagmites...but

...I've also seen stalagpipes and...

...a stalaglight.

After the 90-minute tour on my way back to the campground, about a mile down the road, I decided to stop in to the Manitou Cliff Dwellings. I debated this one. I checked it out on line and there was some controversy as to whether this place was fake or just a tourist trap. Read the article and decide for yourself.


The ancient ruins of the indigenous people, the Anasazi who lived about 1,200 B.C.
But are these reconstructed replicas and not original?



Lots of tourists and one reason why I didn't venture forth to explore for myself.




The Horno


The Gift Shop is built right into the surrounding rock structure.


I was fortunate to squeeze those two trips into one day for it was when I returned to the campsite and checked my laptop that I learned of the pending "blizzard conditions" that would extend from Denver south and eastward. I am just 75 miles south and didn't want be greeted in the morning with such traveling conditions. The Dodge City KOA is 5½ hours, about 300 miles away. I made an immediate decision and laughed at the fact that I wasn't "getting outta Dodge" but getting to it to beat a snowstorm. So, at 3:30 p.m. I packed up and rode east along route 50. To be continued....







March 18, 2022

Monument Valley

 3. Monument Valley KOA

Welcome back. The Ride

"Life Elevated." For sure. Again, the "journey" provided me with an endless number of "Wow" moments. From 4,000' to 7,500' in elevation, roads disappeared into the horizon again and again. The scenery and its different rock formations constantly changed every few miles. I've been to the depths of caverns and the bowels of a dam; to the heights over peaks and now, in Monument Valley, I'm in a place "Where Time Stands Still." Let photos tell the story:


Spectacular views

The drive from to one horizon...

...after another...

...after another.





Site 47 in KOA run by Katy and daughter Chloe. Two weeks into owning the franchise.
Originally from Ellenville, NY and recently from South Carolina. 



My view across the road

A sunset in Utah around 7:30 p.m. first night.


..and its reflection off the mesa in front of me.



Sunset 2nd night

The following day, Tuesday, March 15th at 8:00 a.m., I was ready for my day's outing, a private tour with the "Monument Valley Tribal Tours." or, in the Navajo language, "Tsé Bii'Ndzigaii (The Valley Within the Rock.) Truly, a place where the Earth meets the Sky.

My new friend for the day, Larry Team, a full blooded Navajo tour guide picked me up at
the KOA office. We would travel to Visitor's Center to pick up two more people.

What a nice guy. He told me each tour guide, all Navajos, have their own presentation about the land and the culture. He soon became bored of the same presentation and decided to share knowledge he'd gained by listening to his "grandpa." I also learned, at 14, he left his parents to reside in a "dormitory" to get his education. His electives were the Navajo language and the culture. Twice married, he's a grandparent, lives 45 miles south of where he works and owns 20 head of cattle and some sheep which he enjoys tending to after a day's work. He would sell one to purchase hay/feed for the rest.

Although the KOA campground is in Utah, the tour was entirely in the Navajo Nation, the Arizona part whose border is about three miles to south. Being in that Nation requires obeyance of their laws. They vote every two years for a President but follow all the U.S. Federal laws in addition to their own. After Larry took my temperature, I needed to have a mask on in and out of the vehicle...although Larry gave the okay to remove while outside when we stopped and took photos of all the sites he shared. Before entering Monument Valley, I had to pay $20.00 for a 48-hour pass as he registered at the entrance. The Navajo Nation is close to 30,000 square miles and where we traveled (in Monument Valley) there were only 12 original families. The afternoon portion of the tour took us into Mystery Valley.

After driving to the Visitor's Center to meet Chris and Dean who were from Prince Edward County in Ontario Canada, we were on our way. I've selected just a few of the 100± incredible photographs of what I've seen for this blog. I received a wonderful Navajo education from Larry, a WOW day for sure. Every monument, butte, and mesa had a name, most derived from Harry Goulding who settled here in the 1920's. Of all the named monuments, only one bears a name given by the Navajo. Larry knew the names of each and every one of them. At one point on our tour, while parked in front of a majestic monument, Larry shared a ten minute talk on the Navajo Creation beliefs and history including that dark period in our history that's referred to as the "Death March" or "The Long Walk"; the history of the WWII Code Talkers, the last of whom passed away in 2014.  Much handed down from his grandpa. Truly fascinating.

Monuments l. to r: Praying Hands, Sentinel Mesa, Rabbit Ears, King on the Throne


Ford's Point named after filmmaker, John Ford and site of 
many John Wane movies.

From that point you see the nuns or the Three Sisters monument. The left one has the hood
with hands clasped




As in most tourist areas, tables bearing Navajo crafts and jewelry abound.
This site near the Three Sisters had some pets as well.


Thunderbird Monument: Indian head facing to the right
with feathered winds sprawling down toward the lower left


Passing by the Hogan Village, we saw the two types constructed of Juniper or cedar, bark, sand and water for dried mud. Doors must always face east. The two types are the dome shaped or Female Hogan and the cone shaped or Male Hogan. Today, they're used more for ceremonial occasions.  In summer they're usually 20% cooler inside and in winter, a small fire's heat will be retained. In the Navajo culture, there is always balance. The Female Hogan is where the young female stays when her menstrual cycle begins and the Male Hogan or 'sweat box' is where the young male stays upon the onset of puberty. 


Female Hogan

Male Hogan

Each natural arch that had an opening at the top had its own name. Chris, Dean, and Larry climbed the steep slopes to stand beneath a few of them. 


The Sun's Eye Arch







I stayed at the bottom took pictures and cheered them on.


The afternoon tour took us into Mystery Valley where the Anasazi (Navajo for "Ancient Enemy") once lived. Their disappearance remains a mystery but their existence long ago is a sore point to the Navajo who do not recognize them as their ancestors. Today, it's believed the the Hopi, Zuni and Pueblo Indians trace their lineage back to the Anasazi. Read about them HERE.

A tourist with another group and her Silver Lab; in the bright sunlight it's fur
took on a greenish tint. A very unusual sight.
They were also entertained by a Navajo musician.



When manganese within the iron rich sandstone combines with water, rocks take on a
patina or "desert varnish" into which petroglyphs are scratched. Larry brought us to
many rock formations with such etchings







Pottery shards remain at one site near petroglyphs.

Note the dark red, iron rich sand. For the Navajo, red is a sacred color and is important in the four stages of their life. Before birth, a mother will rub the cradle board to bless the beginning of the child's life. At the moment of the first laugh, the child has the red sand rubbed on its cheek; when the female child enters puberty, she is once again 'anointed' with sand and finally, upon death, the red sand is applied before burial.
Thanks for taking the time to read. I tried to keep this one short and sweet. So much learned.

Turquoise, the "Stone of Life," for example. While driving, Larry showed us a nugget he carries in his wallet. I decided I too would carry a nugget for health, happiness and fortune. But obtaining one was not easy. I wanted a nugget not a piece of jewelry. This "living mineral" is found in New Mexico. It was on my way to Colorado when I stopped at Four Corners Monument. There I found an elderly Navajo seated at her kiosk selling jewelry. I asked for just a small nugget. No, she had nothing like that. She then rummaged through her things, found one and gave it to me. I offered payment and she declined, thus making it more special for me.  See you there in Ouray.