Posted on February 25, 2016
Maravilloso, encantador, amable Puerto Penasco!
(Translation: Wonderful, delightful, friendly Puerto Penasco, Mexico!)
Un saludo a nuestros lectores dle blog! Esperamos que disfrute de esta ultima (#7) la publicacion de los viajes de este ano…
(Translation: Greetins to our blog readers! We hope you enjoy this last (#7) posting of this year’s travels.)
As you many have read in our last Blog installment, our travel plans changed whilst we were staying in Benson, Arizona. As it turns out, this may have been one of the VERY BEST travel adjustment we have ever made!
To make a long story short (well, sorta short), we ended up with this Winnebago-sponsored group of travelers on a caravan to Puerto Penasco, Mexico. We all (36 coaches of various sizes and shapes, almost all Winnebago) met in early February, in Gila Bend, Arizona, for a dinner and orientation. We met a lot of wonderful people there, many of whom, as the 10-day trip progressed, became some new and very good friends. (We learned once again not to rely on first impressions. Many of those changed as we got to know people better.)
Anyhow’s, we traveled as a well-healed ‘pack’ and all got across the border (Lukeville, AZ/Sonoyta, Mexico) with minimal hassles by the kind and friendly Mexican Border Guards. Another 65 miles south of the Border, we landed in our very nice, almost-beach-front site at the Playa Bonita RV Park, which is conveniently attached to a nice hotel and beach-front BAR (an important factor for about 95% of this crew.)
Our professional hosts handled all the important marshalling details, border crossings, some meals and entertainment, RV Park arrangements, parking, etc. It was all a total piece of cake, thanks to all 4 of these fine folks. And if you have heard that Mexico is dangerous and not a good place to be, forget it. Our TOTAL experience was filled with friendly, helpful, smiling people. We felt welcome and respected. (And the drinks were cheap, too!) Better yet, Puerto Penasco – although only 65 miles south of the Border, FEELS like Mexico – border and almost-border towns like Tijuana, Ensenada, Tecate, etc. all pale by comparison.
Within 4 hours of our arrival, Dee Dee and I had already committed to return next February for a month…this place is THAT GOOD. We made a deposit and then headed for the bar. And once again, we beat all 65 of the others to Happy Hour. We always strive for excellence!
The 10 days there found us with many beach walks (Charlie’s most favorite thing), a sunset cruise, sand-dollar picking about 10 miles up the beach at Cholla Bay, walking around the Malecon (Old Port) Plaza, shopping and bargaining with the locals – in the many shops off- and on-the beach, eating at several fine restaurants, playing golf at a magnificent Jack Nicklaus-designed golf course near the Mayan Palace development about 25 miles south of town, etc. Did I mention drinking? Pardon my exclusion…
This ‘tour’ was actually a non-tour. Our hosts got us there and got us back to the States safely and trouble-free. There were very few scheduled activities except for a daily Happy Hour and six SUPERB meals. Other than that, you did what you wanted, when you wanted to do it. Trips, tours etc. were done almost on-the-fly, and you could participate if you were interested. If you wanted to sit on the beach all day long and suck down Pacifico’s, you could.
We met some amazing, incredible, (generally) friendly folks. Many became fast future friends. Many were from the Mid-West; being the compassionate people we are, we forgave them for that – Republicans or not. (The ‘Bernie’ sticker on our RV was a point of much discussion.)
So, here we are back in California, on our way north to home in Silver Lake, Washington, wishing we were back in lovely Puerto Penasco. We will be counting the daze until next February 6, when we will be there again.
As usual, and assuming you even bothered to read the above (we have found most of our readers to be visual learners), following are some pics and captions.
Adios y mejores deseos, amigos!
Category: 2015-2016 Travels, Photographic Adventures Tagged: Beach, Benson, Big Bend National Park, Cactus, Charlie, Cholla, Dirt Mall, Dylan, Gauvreau, golf, Heceta Beach, Jack Nicklaus, KOA, Lukeville, Malecon, Mayan Palaca, Mexico, Mr. Fish, Ocean, Photographs, Photography, Playa Bonita, Puerto Penasco, Rey Sol, RV, Saguaro, sand dollar, Sonoyta, Waves
Posted on April 12, 2015
The Final Chapter…
I bet you all have been wondering just what the hell happened to us? Were we swallowed by a haunted bayou someplace in the wilds of Louisiana? Or eaten by a pack of ravenous ‘gators? Kidnapped by Crazy Canadians? Or did we just turn around and head back to Key West, to lay on the beach, drink margaritas and chill until all of our credit cards were maxed out or we ran out of Land Shark beer?
Well, none of the above, actually. You can attribute this prolonged lack of our communication to just sloth and pure laziness on my part. (The reality is that it take me about 12-16 hours to prepare each chapter of this blog and I simply just could not bring myself to sit down and get to it.)
We made it home pretty much in one piece (well, some pieces got left and other pieces got added, but you are going to have to keep reading to figure out exactly what that means.) We have been back home in Silver Lake, WA, since Sunday, March 22. But, let’s go back several weeks to where we left off, near Lafayette, Louisiana…
We stayed a couple of nights at the Frog City RV Park, in Duson. We had intended on going back to Prejean’s Cajun Restaurant in Lafayette one more time but decided to try this other place, near Duson (just down the road from Lafayette) on the advice of some locals. Big mistake. BIG mistake. Deep fried everything. And pretty bland. And over cooked. And mediocre service. But, at least the beer was cold. Oh well…we can always head back to Prejean’s on the next trip.
On the road once again, we passed through Lake Charles and then exited Louisiana on Interstate 10 and entered Texas…dismayed, but not surprised to note that the first mile marker we saw indicated ‘899.’ Gads! (By comparison, from San Ysidro, near Tijuana, to the Oregon border – taking The 5 all the way – is only 796 miles…so that gives you a sense of scale.) It’s a l-o-n-g way across Texas on The 10 – it took us over 4 days of pretty steady driving.
After passing through Beaumont, the first major city we came to was Houston – and it’s one huge city. We were on the beltway going around the major metropolitan area and were cruising along in fairly light traffic until we encountered this incredible traffic jam that went on for miles and miles. Turns out there was some major bridge construction going on that caused a ‘funneling’ from 6 lanes down to ONE lane. That delayed us by about 2 hours. Oh well…
First overnight stop in Texas was at Columbus, where we stayed in a funky, but functional, RV park. We had dinner at a pretty good Tex/Mex place nearby (Los Cabos) that evening.
Next day, back again on The 10 headed west. We skirted San Antonio on the Beltway without encountering much traffic, and are now headed into the wilds of West Texas. There just ain’t much out there.
At all. Hardly anything.
Including RV parks. Even Google Maps gets confounded when you do a search for them. We ended up in Ozona, where we stopped at one of the few-and-far-between spots we could find. This place did not even have a name, unless you call the giant sign by the freeway that said, in ten-foot-tall letters, ‘RV Park,’ a name. Actually, it should have been called ‘Shit-Hole RV Park.’ It was raining and we were tired, so we pulled into the place and discovered that we had to walk a 2 blocks block back across the highway to a motel (a Super 8 – another dump) to check in. Got a ride from some guy who dropped me off out front. Went inside, no one there. Waited 20 minutes. Finally walked over to an adjacent restaurant and asked them where the guy was who runs the motel. They called him and he showed up 10 minutes later, with no apology. So I tell him we want to check into the ‘RV Park’ across the highway. “Forty dolla,” says he, in his middle-eastern accent. “Did you say ’20 dollars?’,” says I. “No, 40 dolla, cash, no discounts,” snarls he. “Not even Good Sam, AARP, AAA, anything?” says I. “No.” says he. “And cash.” says he. So, I paid it, with a mental protest, plotting someway to get even (and I did…) I walked back across the street to find a spot (“Stay anywhere you can find,” said he.) The place was a total Shit Hole, like I said above. A third world country. Dirty. Garbage everywhere. And dog crap (That’s how Charlie and I got even.) It looked like most of the spots were occupied by (fracking) oil workers (there is a major oil boom going on in Texas.) We pulled into a spot, leveled the RV and retreated inside until morning. Took the Glock with us, just in case.
The next morning, we could not get out of there fast enough.
OK, on the road again. Still in Texas and still heading west on The 10. Next stop was Van Horn, a dying West Texas town (somewhat reminiscent of the town in the movie, “The Last Picture Show”) but with a remarkably nice RV Park – clean, friendly and big spaces. And a nice dog run for the dog. We headed out to get diesel for the truck and find a place to eat. Found fuel, but no restaurant.
A day later, STILL in Texas, but FINALLY getting to El Paso and then crossing back into New Mexico. Wahoo! We passed through Las Cruces and stopped in Lordsburg. Now, we usually avoid KOA’s like the plague (they are usually over-priced and under-aesthic’ed), but RV parks in Lordsburg were on the sparse side so we had to opt for this place. I have to admit we were pleasantly surprised. Reasonable rate. Nice size space. Friendly. Clean. OK, we’re happy. Nearby was Kranberries Family Restaurant (when you see ‘Family’ in the name of a restaurant, it also means ‘no beer.’) Dinner was pretty blah, with probably the weirdest nacho’s we have ever had: 50 chips-out-of-a-bag and smothered in at least a gallon of genuine Velveeta. Oh, and 10 pepper slices on top, too. Dee Dee told me to quit bitching about them and lighten up…it’s probably just a local custom, some sort of Tex/Mex thing. But, the employees were, as in the custom almost everywhere in Texas, very friendly.
Back on The 10, headed out of New Mexico, into Arizona. Passed through Benson (where we stayed with our friends Gary and Debbie a couple of months before, on the way East.) On to Tucson, were we first headed to an RV park we found on the Inner-Net (and the Inner-Net never lies – never ever.) Pulled in, drove around, and headed right back out. It was ghetto. Found another place near Old Tucson – Desert Trails RV Park. The owner’s first name was Pericles and he was one terrific guy. They had ONE spot available (it’s still high-season in the desert) and we got it. This was a great place – outside of town in the midst of the Sonoran Desert and very peaceful. Incredible landscapes and scenery. We loved it. While there we had a delightful visit with an old Modesto friend, Carol Lancaster-Mingus, who taught Television classes and was a stellar member of the faculty. Such a great, gracious, lady who showed us around her home town and treated us to an absolutely delightful dinner in a restaurant where we watched the sun set on the Catalina Mountains. Wonderful evening!
After departing the Tucson area, we were on to Mesa, where we checked into a very high-class RV park, called Mesa Spirit, where we stayed for FREE, courtesy of LaMesa RV, in Mesa. Here is the ‘Reader’s Digest’ version of the next part of the story:
We had been talking on-and-off for over a year about possibly trading in our 5th-wheel for a Class A motor home. While on this trip, we started doing lots of research on what we wanted, and once that was done, finding a dealer with the right price. We talked to several in Washington and Oregon, but could not come to terms on either the trade-in value and/or the purchase price. So, we finally settled on LaMesa RV (in Mesa) who gave us a fair deal and treated us well. Plus, it was the end of the RV season for them, so they were unloading inventory. So, on Saturday, March 7, (after closing the deal and spending the night in the LaMesa RV parking lot) we moved from one unit to the other; this was a long, stressful day that almost did us in, as it got very warm in the afternoon. Plus, we had A LOT of stuff.
Our new rig is a Class A 2015 Winnebago Adventurer. We opted for gas instead of diesel. Yes, there are many pro’s and con’s regarding this choice, but we just could not justify the huge additional expense of a diesel pusher. And, as it turns out, we have been very pleased with our choice. It’s a great coach.
After moving all our ‘stuff’ across from the 5th wheel to the Winnie, we drove back to the Mesa Spirit RV Park and stayed another 3 days, once again compliments of LaMesa RV. While we were based here, we headed down to Gilbert to have lunch with an old friend from my ASU graduate school days, Neil Miller, and his wife, Marilyn. They have a great place and we really had a great time…especially seeing all of Neil’s ‘stuff.’ What a collector he is.
I spent the next 2 days about as close to death (and hell) as I ever want to come. Somehow I either got a massive dose of food poisoning, or some kind of really virulent flu. Whatever it was, it really tore me up for 36 hours. Not at all pleasant.
As the ‘disease’ was beginning to wane, we limped back out to Lost Dutchman State Park in Apache Junction. We had stayed there several months before, at the beginning of our trip and enjoyed it so much that we booked in for another 5 days. Here we once again met up with our Prescott buddies, Debbie and Gary. We took in a Mariners/Rockies spring training game out in Peoria (it takes 75 minutes, driving 60 miles an hour on the freeways, to get from Mesa to Peoria…the Phoenix area is huge.) Seattle lost 4-1, but we still had a great time. The Peoria stadium facility is very nice venue (heck, beer is only $7 for a 16 oz. can) and we chatted with lots of folks who come down here mainly to watch the pre-season games. Everybody was having a good time.
Well, just as our last stay (in December) at Lost Dutchman was disrupted by a chronic truck problem, this one was no different. The day after the game, Dee Dee and I were out getting diesel for the pickup (we did not trade this in on new RV) and we got a text message from Gary telling us he was in the hospital. What the heck is this??!! Turns out that about 11 PM the night before he started experiencing some chest pain, so he called the paramedics and they came out to get him. The weird thing is that they were staying right across the road from us and we did not hear a thing! And there was both an ambulance AND a fire truck! So, we head right over to the hospital to see him. He looks good, and is in fine spirits, but they want to do an angiogram to take a look at his heart, so he has to hang out for another day.
The day he was discharged was the same day we had to depart Lost Dutchman State Park and continue heading back home. So, we worked with the Park to get his stay extended for a few hours to allow him time to get ready to leave. We got his RV squared away and left. Turns out that he felt well enough (even after the angiogram) to drive back to Prescott. Debbie followed in their car. (We talked with him the next day and he said he was really tired and pretty sore – felt rode hard and put away dirty.)
Whew. Well, we have not given up on Lost Dutchman…as they say, 3rd time’s a charm…
So, we continue west, stopping at this totally cool RV park right on the river in Needles – Fender’s River Road Resort. We had this HUGE spot with a great view. Once again, we lucked out and got their last spot, due to a recent cancellation. This is on our list of good places to stay if we make a return trip in this direction.
By this time, the ‘free’ 1/2 tank of gas that La Mesa RV had given us was pretty much gone, so we headed out in the truck to find a place to re-fuel. We had heard that gas prices in California were out of line with other states, but imagine our surprise when every gas station in Needles was over $4 per gallon! We mentioned our dismay to our waitress at dinner (Wagon Wheel Restaurant, great place) and she told us to head back across the river into Arizona where it was about $1/gallon less. What a difference a mile can make. Turns out that Needles gas stations (greedy bastards) were an anomaly; the remainder of our gas stops in California were not that far out of line.
Next destination, Bakersfield, at a regular stopping place, the Orange Grove RV Park. We stayed there for a couple of days to cool our jets (we had an absolutely ‘delightful’ meal at Sizzler…don’t ask why we stopped there…just dumb, I guess.)
On to Lodi for 2 more days, where we stayed at this fairly nice, but W-A-Y overpriced place, Flag City RV Park, located near the intersection of Highway 12 and The 5. I guess you could say the best thing about it was the 5 acre fenced dog run; Charlie was in Dog Heaven. Here Bob met up with 2 really old and good friends and golfing buddies from Modesto Daze, Bill Woodard and Juan Alvarez. What a great time we all had playing a round at the Spanos Reserve course. Hard, but fair. Re-kindled many great memories. We also had a great dinner with an old water-skiing-and-drinking buddy, Daryl Verkerk, and his new girl friend, a delightful lady and lots of fun. That was a nostalgic evening of reminiscing about days gone by.
We left Lodi on March 20th and now the ‘end’ is really in sight. Next stop was Yreka at another funky place that we managed to squeeze into (also on our list of places to skip next time…). Then on to Albany, Oregon, for a stay at the Blue Ox RV park, a bit hard to find, and sorta cramped spaces, but adequate…except for no dog run at all.
And then, down the home stretch to Silver Lake, where we finally arrived HOME at noon on Sunday, March 22, after a short 3-hour drive. We made it down the driveway with no problems (I drove the RV all the way back from Mesa, with Dee Dee following in the truck.) We pulled in and let ‘The Boys’ out to finally be able to run free after being pretty much confined for over 4 months. They were pretty pleased about that. The house looked great – just like we had left it. Thanks to our neighbor, Karson, for checking it a couple of times a week and texting us that things looked good, and to our nephew Stacey and his wife, Lynne, who came down once a month to start the vehicles, water the plants and look things over.
So there you have it, folks. The end of our 4-month, 12,000+ mile journey all the way to Key West and back. We stayed at 50 different locations. What a wonderful, memorable time we had. We enjoyed sharing our adventures (and mis-adventures) with all of you and hope you had a good – vicarious – experience. This installment to the blog, Chapter 12, is the last for this trip…but stay tuned. There will be other travel experiences in our not-too-distant future that we will be sharing with you. We have already started the preliminary plans for our next trip, which will probably begin around next November 1. We might even head back to Florida…one never knows…
Following are the ‘Top 46’ most favorite pictures of our journey, since this post was somewhat devoid of visuals (too busy travelling…)
All the best to each of you,
Bob, Dee Dee, Charlie and Marshall Dylan
Category: Uncategorized Tagged: Al Cover, Baseball, Beach, Beaumont, Big Bend National Park, Bill Woodard, Cactus, Carol Lancaster-Mingus, Catalina Mountains, Charlie, Duson, Dylan, Florida, Frog City, Gary Paulsen, Gauvreau, golf, Houston, Juan Alvarex, KOA, Lafayette, Lake Charles, LaMesa, Landscape, Las Vegas, Lodi, Lost Dutchman State Park, Mesa Spirit RV Park, Modesto, Modesto Junior College, Neil Miller, New Orleans, Ocean, Oregon, Ozona, Peoria, Photographs, Photography, Prejean's, Seattle Mariners, Superstition Mountains, Tennis Ball, Texas, Tucson, Waves, Winnebago
Posted on January 14, 2015
Back-Track To January 1, 2015…
So, to bring you all up to speed, recall that we decided to depart Big Bend National Park (heading for Del Rio, Texas) a few days early due to impending snotty weather (which we escaped by a matter of hours) and just way too much humanity.
But, let’s back up just a bit. I wrote all of the last blog post whilst still in the midst of a nasty bout with the flu. In doing so, I left out some stuff I should not have (and left in quite a few typos…).
First of all, I forgot to post a picture of my friend Neil Miller and me, sitting in his classic Morgan roadster, while we were still at Lost Dutchman State Park, near Apache Junction. A thousand pardons Neil…so here it is now.
Next, fast forwarding to Big Bend National Park, I neglected to mention a side trip we took into an area called Chisos Basin. It’s about an 8 mile drive off of Highway 385, turning off not too far from the Panther Junction Visitor Center. The drive into the area offers some magnificent views as you pass through several different desert and high desert ecosystems during the roughly 2000 foot elevation gain on the way in. An extremely magnificent part of the Park…at least until you get to Chisos Basin. What the NPS has allowed to happen there (for whatever reason) is a total atrocity. After passing through a beautiful environment on the way in, you are dismayed to find a hotel, restaurant, bar, incredibly horrible traffic and a campground that is so cramped and crowded that it comes close to resembling tenement housing. OK, this is just our opinion. Also, unless you are either tent camping or pulling a small tent trailer, you won’t even make it down the road. Perhaps this place would be more palatable during such a non-busy time of the year, and yes, the time between Christmas and New Year’s is probably about the worst time to be staying almost anywhere. But, that’s just our opinion.
January 3, 2015 – San Antonio, Texas
We arrived in San Antonio, Texas, with me still fighting the flu and a persistent, horrible cough. Despite this, we did some normal tourist stuff, like going to The Alamo and then to the River Walk. The Alamo on a Sunday was predictably crowded. But, still and all, it’s an extremely informative historical site, about 30% of which has been preserved (the rest falling to ‘progress.’) The monument is maintained and funded by a Historical Society, composed totally of volunteers; they have done an extremely commendable job. It’s free to get in, but there are copious donation boxes spread throughout the site. What is somewhat disappointing is what now surrounds The Alamo: a sprawling mass of places like ‘Ripley’s Believe-It-Or-Not’ and numerous other establishments of the same venue. Sorta takes the air out of the piece of history you have just visited. The River Walk area is OK…but touristy as one would expect. We had a couple of over-priced margaritas and some damnpretty good ceviche. Another kinda cool thing we did was take the city bus from the RV Park where we were staying into the downtown area. Not bad at all getting there, but the trip back proved to be somewhat of a challenge for two old geezers who have not had to figure out a bus schedule in years. After about an hour or so and walking more than a just few block, we finally found the right stop. The Bob was so excited on the way home that he pulled the ‘stop cord’ about ½ mile too early. You could see Dee Dee mouthing the words ‘Dumb Ass.’
January 7, 2015 – Corpus Christi, Texas
We are now at the Mustang Island State Park, located on Mustang Island, just South East of Corpus Christi.
It has been 10 days since we last saw the sun (except for a brief moment in San Antonio). We feel like we are doomed. And, we gulped down our last dose of Vitamin D several days ago.
This Texas State Park has a good campground, complete with a cabana to provide shade from the sun, which we did not have to worry about the whole time we were there. It rained hard and was very windy most of the time. The only saving grace in all of this was the fact that the rattle snakes stayed ‘indoors’, which certainly provided Dee Dee with a certain degree of relief. We were almost right on the beach – maybe only about a 3 block walk. Charlie was in doggy heaven; he got to chase a tennis ball and swim in the surf until he could hardly lift his tongue off the sand. Wahoo! Texas State Parks has an interesting fee structure: the campsites are fairly spacious and have water and power (there is a sewer dump conveniently located on the way out.) The rate is $20 per night, which seems reasonable until you factor in a $5 per day, per person, park use fee. That brings your stay there to $30 per night. Still and all, given the locale, not too bad a deal.
We drove down the island and took the FREE ferry (there were FIVE of them running full-tilt boogie) off the Island and over to the mainland, and then drove a big circle back through Corpus Christi and back to Mustang Island. The next day, we headed over to Padre Island, driving over a small causeway that links it to Mustang Island. At the end of the road is Padre Island National Seashore. Located on the south Texas coast, Padre Island National Seashore protects the longest undeveloped stretch of barrier island in the world, with nearly 70 miles of sand and shell beaches, windswept dunes and seemingly endless grasslands. And the majority of the 70 miles is roadless. But, you can drive on the beach (most of the time, except certain portions that are closed when sea turtle are nesting) and camp. Four-wheel drive is almost required to do this. There is an excellent campground there as well, but it’s total dry camping. The cool thing about this campground is that it is RIGHT on the beach. The surf seems to almost break into your campsite. This place is first-come-first-serve, and it was pretty full.
Due to the still crappy weather in the area, we opted to spend an additional day here and wait out the weather.
January 11, 2015 – Galveston Island, Texas
It’s been more than 2 weeks since we have seen the sun (well, it did manage to peak out for about 5 seconds one afternoon.) Our skin is taking on a bluish tint and our hands are now perpetually wrinkled due to the rain. One piece of good news is that finally, after more than 2 weeks, my case of the flu and cough seems to have almost totally dissipated.
Galveston is a very cool place. And, it’s really a ‘summer-time’ place as you can see by the multitude of tourist business that dominate the 14+ mile long Seawall Boulevard. It almost resembles Coney Island in many ways. As your drive down this long stretch, the city is on one side of the road and the Gulf of Mexico is on the other. We are staying at this very neat place called Dellanera RV Park, which is run by the County Parks. Our site is right on the beach – so close that we hear the Gulf of Mexico surf breaking, all the time. As we look out our back window, and especially at night, we can see a few off-shore oil rigs and several anchored tankers, waiting to be off-loaded at the several refineries in the area.
One issue we encountered, however, is that the beach immediately out front was being reconstructed because it was pretty much destroyed during the last hurricane. This is accomplished by essentially hauling tons and tons and tons of sand and re-positioning it on the beach. This is really a minor issue as we can walk about a block through the RV Park and take a small path down to portion of the frontage that is still in good condition. Once again, Charlie is very appreciative of the surf-and-sand environment we continue to provide for him. And, he now seems to spend an equal amount of time in the surf as he does chasing a tennis ball. We need to get him a board.
As we drove around exploring, we came across another of the FREE Texas ferries, off the north east side of Galveston Island. Very efficient operation. We counted 5 ferry docks at this location. Another thing we noticed is that almost all the houses on Galveston Island are built on ‘stilts’ – 12” X 12” pressure-treated timbers (or in some cases, telephone poles) driven into the ground. The actual house sits about 12 – 18 feet in the air. The reason is obvious – protection from flooding caused by hurricanes.
January 15 – still no sun! We depart here (Galveston Island) this morning, headed for Carencro, Louisiana, where we will be staying at the Bayou Wilderness RV Park. Stay tuned…
Category: Photographic Adventures, Travelling To Florida Tagged: Alamo, Beach, Big Bend National Park, bus, Charlie, Chisos Basin, Corpus Christi, Dellanera RV Park, Dylan, ferry, Galveston, Galveston Island, Gauvreau, houses, hurricane, Landscape, Mustang Island, Ocean, Padre Island, Padre Island National Seashore, Photographs, Photography, posts, River Walk, Texas, traffic, Waves
Posted on January 6, 2015
The last installment of the blog found us at the Point of Rocks RV park, a delightful, friendly and beautiful place located between Prescott and Prescott Valley, Arizona. This unique place is nestled among large boulders. The spaces are generous and there is lots of privacy. Point of Rocks is an older park and it’s age is showing somewhat, but still and all, it’s a very cool place.
As usual, we had a great time visiting our good friends Gary and Debbie Paulson. Had a nice post-Thanksgiving-Pre-Christmas turkey dinner at their place. Also got to visit their latest land acquisition, a nice acre of land way out in the county, where they plan to build their teeny-weeny retirement home.
I mentioned in the previous post that the check engine light on our truck came on as we were pulling up the long hill in I-40, after departing Bullhead City, AZ. We took it into the Dodge dealer in Prescott who did their best to get it fixed, but they were constrained by factory procedures. Here is what we had to go through:
First trip to the dealer – they re-flashed the ROM. That fix lasted about day.
Second trip to the dealer – they replaced a wiring harness. That fix lasted about an hour.
Third trip to the dealer – they replaced the oxygen sensors. That last about 3 hours. As we were leaving town, on our way to Apache Junction and Lost Dutchman State Park, it came on again. So, we spent almost 2 entire days, and a total of 3 trips back to the dealership.
Every Arizona State Park we have visited has been excellent, and Lost Dutchman is no exception. It’s a magnificent place, located at the very foot of the Superstition Mountains. Large spaces, great views and a very friendly staff, largely consisting of volunteers. We spent 3 days there and I had a great visit with an old ASU graduate school buddy, Neil Miller, who showed up in his vintage Morgan, a very cool automobile. We would have like to have spent more time exploring the area, but, as outlined above, the truck check engine light continued to plague us. I managed to get a local Dodge dealer to squeeze us in on a Friday morning, and act of pure kindness on their part since their service department was totally maxed out. I showed up at 8 AM and they told me that it should be fixed by noon. Noon came and I was told 3 PM as they were having a hard time diagnosing the problem. 3 PM came and went. Finally, at 5:45 PM it was completed. We had to spend the entire day at the dealership waiting, instead of being out walking the trails of Superstition Mountain. Turns out the issue was a wire running to a sending module (which they also replaced) to an oxygen sensor was not properly seated. They blamed it on the Prescott dealer. Anyhow, they seemed to have fixed the issue, as we have not seen the light come back on. (Knock on wood.) Even though we had to miss a lot of Lost Dutchman SP and the surrounding area, we have already booked another 5 days in March (where are going to meet up with Gary and Debbie) and plan to do lots of exploring. This is really a very cool place.
OK then. From Lost Dutchman State Park we headed south to Benson, AZ., to meet up with our friends Gary and Debbie, and their brand shiney, new, spiffy, very cool Winnebago motorhome. And, just as we travel with our guys, Charlie-the-dog and Dylan-the-cat, they bring their African Gray parrot, Pepper – big cage and all. We all stayed at this nice RV park, Cochise Terrace, which sits up on a hill, overlooking the town. Nice views and plenty of space for the dog to run and the cat to skulk around. We did a couple of day trips, the first to Kartchner Caverns State Park, where there are a series of ‘live’ caves (meaning that water is still present, causing features in the caves to continue growing.) Kartchner Caverns (named after the original land owners) is very well protected; the groups that travel through them are kept small – our tour to the ‘Big Room’ was limited to 15 people. They protect the delicate cave infrastructure in several ways: to enter the caves you pass through 3 airlocks and a ‘mist bath’ to minimize disbursement of lint. This Arizona State Park is well managed and the tour is well worth the $23/person admission. And, if we had the whole thing to do over again, we would have stayed at the campground in the Park. Great views and plenty of space. Maybe next time.
Our second trip was (way) out to the Oasis Bird Sanctuary, which can be found about 30 miles north of Benson; the last 7 miles of the trip are on a dirt road. This is a very cool place that houses over 850 exotic birds. They end up here because they were abandoned by their owners (dick heads), caught by different Animal Control agencies, or just given up by their owners. Also, this is the last stop for all the birds, many of whom can live for more than 50 years. They are guaranteed a good home for the remainder of their life. Although they get requests almost every day to adopt birds, they can only take in about 20 per year. This is an amazing place that is composed of many aviaries sitting on several acres, well worth the visit. It operates totally on donations from a variety of sources. And, you must schedule your visit in advance. They spent about 3 hours with us and we got to walk right into most of the aviaries. What a great experience. And, you have no idea how NOISEY birds can be. After the tour, a donation is expected – they tell you this in advance. (Gary gave them the equivalent of $25/person.) Finally, you must make arrangements in advance for a tour…you can’t just show up.
After Gary and Debbie departed so Gary could go back to work (sucker!), we took another day trip down to Tombstone, about 25 miles south of Benson. Pretty much what you might expect – touristy to a large extent, but still fun to walk around. Big Nose Kate’s Saloon is pretty neat inside. One thing definitely worth a visit is the old Cochise County Courthouse, which has been converted to an excellent museum. Here, you get a real sense of what life was like when the Earp brothers and Doc Holliday walked the streets.
From Benson, we head off to Las Cruces, New Mexico for a few days. Las Cruces is primarily a military town, supported by the White Sands Missile Range. It’s a very friendly, historic and rapidly growing area. It also is the location of the worst Denny’s Restaurant on the planet. No kidding. Barf City. It’s as if they actually try to provide the customer with world-class crappy service, long waits, cold food, botched orders, luke warm coffee and no utensils. No Kidding. (And we are actually Denny’s fans.) To counter this experience, on Christmas Day we found another Denny’s in town (the ONLY restaurant in the area that was open); it was OK, so Denny’s partially redeemed themselves.
We also drove out to White Sands National Monument for the day. Great wave-like dunes of sand have engulfed 275 square miles of desert, creating the world’s largest gypsum dune field. The sand really is pure white and there is a nice drive right through the dunes. Despite the crowds, we easily found places where you could walk where there were no other people and no footprints.
After Las Cruces, we headed down I-90 for Alpine, Texas, via El Paso. It was cold and spitting snow as we passed through town. Once we cleared El Paso, the real space of Texas started to reveal itself. Texas is BIG, and you can really feel it. It’s a long way from anything to anywhere. We really like Texas. One the way to Alpine you pass through Marfa, known for the fake Prada storefront just west of town. It’s formality and shape stand out in stark contrast to the surrounding prairie. We would have shared a picture of it with you, but by the time we passed it there was no room to pullover. Bummer.
One of the notable features when you are entering Alpine is the old (but still active) railroad overpass on I-90. Even though I-90 is a main thoroughfare, the clearance of the bridge is only about 13’ 4”. The height of our 5th wheel is also 13’4”, so we decided not to risk and to take a well-traveled detour around it. The locals tell a story of the time a large semi-truck/trailer passed under and didn’t quite make it. Almost everyone in town showed up with their lawn chairs to watch as they let the air of the tires to lower the vehicle enough to clear. Wahooo!
We stayed at this place called the Lost Alaskan RV Park, about a mile north of town. One of the very best places we have stayed so far. Extremely friendly and very spacious. With a great fenced dog run, so it rates high on Charlie’s list as well. It seems as if everyone in Texas we have met so far seems genuinely happy to meet you. What a place.
After Alpine, we headed south to Big Bend National Park, located at the ‘Big Bend’ of the Rio Grande River between Texas and Mexico. Several friends who are considering traveling to Big Bend NP have asked us for our opinion of the place, so here ya go…
Big Bend is an immense and magnificent place. ‘Spectacular’ is a fitting adjective. Amazing, rugged mountains and beautiful desert. Very remote in many ways (Alpine and Sanderson, about 100 miles away, are the closest towns.) There is a lot to see and do in this place, but be prepared to drive a long way to anything to see stuff. OK, that’s the ‘up’ side. The downside (at least for some people) is that it’s an older National Park that has not really been upgraded for contemporary RV’s (some of you might see that as a positive.) There are several campgrounds, but they are all geared for tent campers or very small RV’s – like under 24’ LOA. Also, be prepared to dry camp (not really a bid deal – there are places to fill up with water before you enter the campgrounds) as none of the campgrounds have any services at the sites, except for one commercial operation located at the south end of the park in Rio Grande Village; it’s a total joke and we suggest avoiding it. If you have ever stayed at an RV park in Las Vegas (known for cramming rigs into very small spaces), then you be right at home in this place. It’s basically a converted parking lot and extremely narrow. We drove through it and there was barely room even for our truck to pass through. It’s a wonderment how any of the RV’s in there (the place was packed) got in there.
We stayed at the main campground at the south end of the park in Rio Grande Village. Beautiful sites, lots of trees and space in between. But, only about 3-4 of them can accommodate RV’s over 30’ in length. If you plan to go here, it’s imperative that you make a reservation on-line. (If you want a suggestion as to which sites are the largest, feel free to contact us and we will give you a recommendation.) We were lucky and had reserved a site that would fit us, but even then getting in was a bit of a struggle. Also of note is a Texas State Park immediately to the west, and adjacent to, Big Bend National Park. Dee Dee talked to a guy who had been there and was told the accommodations there were better. Something to look into for next time.
We cut our visit to Big Bend National Park short for two reasons: there was a nasty weather front moving in; getting out of there for our next destination, Del Rio, also on the Rio Grande/Mexico border, might have been problematic. But perhaps the biggest reason was the mass of humanity that invaded the Park for the Christmas/New Year’s break. There were just too many people; they were everywhere you went. Traffic was awful. And speaking of traffic, we encountered numerous DWA’s who really should not be allowed anywhere near a car or highway. No kidding.
So, three days into our planned 6 day stay we left for Del Rio, Texas. And a good thing, too, as we were literally about 3 hours ahead of freezing rain and impassible (several were closed) roads. We stayed at this place called Broke Mill RV park. Friendly and adequate, but about 6 miles from town. Del Rio is actually a pretty big place (it has a super Walmart, so there ya go…) You can take a cab across the border to Ciudad Acuna, but the guy who ran the RV park said it’s hardly worth the visit because ‘there was nothing really there.’ So we decided to skip it. I forgot to mention (above) that as we were leaving Big Bend NP I started to feel sort of crappy. Well, once we hit Del Rio, the flu set in pretty good. I have not been really ‘flu sick’ in years, so this was pretty surprising. So, most of our 4 days in Del Rio were spent with me being sick. And, I was still ill as we packed up and headed for San Antonio, where I got worse with horrible congestion and a severe cough (but, the accompanying hallucinations were pretty good.) As of today (January 6), I think I am on the road to recovery. Dee Dee is fine – let’s just hope I have not passed this nasty thing on to her.
And so this chapter ends. Stay tuned for the next installment…
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