Day 9, July Escape 2013: Gettin’ Out of Dodge

Trip Date: July 18, 2013

The penultimate day of our vacation was spent driving 450 miles eastward; Wendy and I still had another 300 miles to go on the final day of July Escape 2013.

DAY 9: DODGE CITY

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Our trip home across the prairies was dogged by smells. We were grateful there was no feedlot near our hotel in Dodge City, but the adjacent IHOP where we had breakfast had its own aroma, which Wendy said was like a dirty diaper with soap. At least there was soap in there somewhere.

Front Street

I took Wendy to the Boot Hill Museum, a recreation of Front Street from 1876 complete with its own version of the Long Branch Saloon, renowned from the tales of Wyatt Earp and television’s long-running Gunsmoke. The museum started in 1947 as project of the Dodge City Jaycees and has steadily improved, with a large collection of artifacts and displays.

Front Street

We walked through the line of buildings, with Wendy liking the saloon gal, piano player, and big-mustachioed bartender at the Long Branch. Years ago I ordered a sarsaparilla at their bar, and thankfully was not mocked, but this time we moseyed on through, browsing past the artifacts from Dodge City’s past. We liked the Hardesty House the best, a genuine 1878 Victorian cattleman’s home which transported one back to that era.

Gunfight

Then we waited out front for the noon gunfight, staged in front of the Long Branch Saloon with real guns loaded with blanks. Wendy and I enjoyed this all the more since we recently watched Tombstone, the mixed-accuracy portrayal of the famous gunfight in Arizona between outlaw Cowboys and the Earp brothers and Doc Holliday. That incident was in 1881, a few years after Wyatt Earp had been an assistant marshall in Dodge City; he would return to Dodge in 1883 for the bloodless Dodge City War. Wendy thought Kurt Russell’s appearance in the movie was a good match for the pictures of the real Wyatt Earp we saw in Dodge.

In reality, there was a gunfight inside the Long Branch Saloon on April 5, 1879 when Frank Loving killed fellow gambler Levi Richardson. In the mock version, a group of Cowboys, complete with red sashes, outside of the saloon, refused to obey orders to disarm from the marshall and his deputies, with violent results.

Trouble on Front Street

After the gunfight we walked over to Boot Hill and went through the People of the Plains exhibits in the original museum building, where Wendy liked the life-size stuffed longhorn and buffalo.

Homeward

Only in Dodge would a feedlot be a scenic stop

As we drove out of town we saw a nice sign with cowboy silhouettes, but were amazed that they actually have a feedlot scenic overlook, complete with fancy signage and yes, a quite authentic smell.

The wind can be your friend or your enemy out there, depending on if you are upwind or downwind of a feedlot. We saw many modern wind turbines, especially outside of Spearville, which boasts 67 GE Energy 1.5 MW wind turbines and is the third largest wind farm in the state.

We ate at a Jose Peppers in Wichita, with me having my usual beef fajitas while Wendy enjoyed “Poco Pollo” – three chicken burrito pillows covered in jalapeño cream cheese, melted Colby Jack, and pico de gallo. She loved it, along with their Spanish rice and masa.

A great partnership

It was good to finally reach Bartlesville, over 800 miles east of Mesa Verde. Wendy was a splendid partner on the trip, helping with logistics, photos, and the blog posts. And I’m thrilled to note that we did not turn on a television even once; our vacation was far too interesting for that vast wasteland. The West has much to offer and I am certain future summers will find us in fun cities like Santa Fe and Durango, as well as rural places far from the madding crowd.

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Day 8, July Escape 2013: Walsenburg

Trip Date: July 17, 2013

Mesa Verde was our last big tourism day; we’d spend the next two days in transit back home, with a pleasant stop in Walsenburg highlighting Day 8.

DAY 8: WALSENBURG

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Hot Air Balloons

Hot Air Balloons

My day began with another delicious lemon bar from Higher Grounds in Pagosa Springs, with Wendy enjoying her own treats on the ironing board table I rigged up in the hotel room. Happily the curtains were drawn aside, allowing us to unexpectedly witness the launch of two hot air balloons across the street.

It turns out that Rocky Mountain Balloon Adventures in Pagosa Springs offers rides for $135/person. Wendy and I enjoyed the free show of watching them inflate and take off in two balloons.

On our way out of town we took Princess the Camry through a car wash to remove remaining bits of Piedra Road and then ascended Wolf Creek Pass. Wendy noticed her bag of Doritos was swelling as we went up over 10,800 feet. Hours later she found it considerably more squeezable when we had descended from the San Juan Mountains over 6,000 feet to the broad flat plain of the San Luis Valley.

Air pressure demonstration

Just when the valley drive was really getting boring, we threaded our way up and over the Sangre de Cristo mountain range to arrive at the old coal mining town of Walsenburg for lunch.

The Urantia Book at La Plaza Inn’s Library Café

Thankfully TripAdvisor led us to the La Plaza Inn for lunch in their Library Café. Jeff and Karen Wilson opened this bed & breakfast in 2010, in a building which has been a hotel since 1907.  It turns out that Walsenburg was originally called La Plaza de los Leones, after the Leon family. But in 1870 Fred Walsen settled nearby and opened up a large mercantile, making the town an attractive location for German settlers. When it was incorporated, it bore his name. In 1876, Walsen also opened the area’s first coal mine, and the development of the town was influenced for a century by coal mining in the region. Reportedly an estimated 500 million tons of coal was mined until a combination of corporate mergers, environmental regulations, and enforcement of mine safety regulations led to the closure of virtually all mining in the area. But the little town of 3,100 is working hard to revitalize its downtown.

Great lunch in Walsenburg

Wendy knew I would love the Inn’s Library Café when she saw all of the books on the walls beside the tables. Once seated, I spotted and reached over to grab the hilariously wacky The Urantia Book, a huge cult tome I heard of some years back through the marvelous and much-missed Martin Gardner, who wrote about this weird book of religious revelations supposedly from numerous celestial beings. According to these supermortal beings, Earth is the 606th planet in Satania, which is in Norlatiadek, which is in Nebadon, which is in Orvonton, which revolves around Havona, all of which revolves around the center of infinity where some sort of god dwells. Gardner concluded the tome was originally the Bible of a separatist group of Adventists, based on the subconscious ramblings of Wilfred Kellogg and edited by William Sadler, a Chicago psychiatrist who got his start working for kooky Dr. John Harvey Kellogg, the Adventist surgeon, health and diet author, and brother of cornflake king William Keith Kellogg.

I showed Wendy some of the Urantia book’s craziness and then followed that up by grabbing Maximized Manhood off the shelf beside me.  That turned out to be a preacher’s take on pornography, adultery, television addiction, and immaturity.  I must say I enjoyed my food more than my taste of that book.  Barbara Long is the café cook, so I presume she prepared the wonderful French Dip along with my La Plaza custard pie, which was something like crème brûlée.  Wendy admired the caramelized crust of her peach cobbler.

On my trip to the restroom, I walked through the hotel’s romantic Bistro restaurant, where Chef Gordon Lucero prepares the evening meals. If only we had a café and restaurant like this back home!

Walsenburg Junk & Antique Stores

Walsenburg Emporium

Just up the street from the La Plaza Inn was April’s Attic, which advertised itself as a “Huge Shopping Emporium” of over 8,000 square feet. We found that irresistible. Wendy perused room after room of…things. It was rather eclectic. I purchased a couple of old science fiction paperbacks for 25¢ each, including Secret of the Sunless Worldthe story of “Gondal, most feared of all creatures in the universe”. Hmm…perhaps celestial beings were channeling layers of arcane knowledge through author Carroll M. Capps.  Or maybe not!

We looked through a couple more nearby stores, where there were some paintings which made me comment to Wendy, “That paint was worth more in the tube than on that canvas.”

American in Prairie

We now faced 280 miles, or almost five hours, of sheer boredom to make it to Dodge City, KS for the night. Wendy spotted “walking windmills” where the gentle slope of the land made their rotating blades look like appendages transporting them across the prairie. We sped through the stench of the occasional feedlot, with the journey lightened by a wonderful piano version of Gershwin’s American in Paris which she had on her iPod, as played on a modern Yamaha Disklavier player piano using piano rolls prepared by Gershwin himself. Paris inspired Gershwin to compose a wonderful tone poem, but I wonder what an American in Prairie would have sounded like. Instead of the rhythms of walking down a busy French boulevard, a galloping gait across an endless empty expanse? Instead of horns, moos? We shall never know.

American in Prairie

Dinner was at Applebee’s in Garden City, KS. The stench of a feedlot permeated the parking lot, but inside we found a cheerful waiter who sounded like he was from New Jersey and served us delicious Three Cheese Penne Pasta and Fiesta Lime Chicken. For some reason, we did not want to eat beef.

C’mon, Best Western!

Refreshed, it was only another hour’s drive to the fun cow-themed Best Western Plus Country Inn & Suites in Dodge. The décor of the lobby and rooms were indeed “Plus”, but Wendy was less than impressed by the “Complimentary Guest Towel”, a napkin-like piece of paper which directed us, “Take this towel with you on your travels and use it however you like.” Well, continuing with the books theme of this post, while The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy highly recommends having a towel, I don’t think this is what they had in mind.

We were pooped in more ways than one from our travels through the feedlot-infested prairies, but ready to rise on the morrow for a gunfight in front of the Long Branch Saloon in good old Dodge City.

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Day 7, July Escape 2013: Mesa Verde

Trip Date: July 16, 2013

On the seventh day, instead of resting from the steam train ride the day before, Wendy and I drove to Mesa Verde for the fabulous views.

DAY 7: MESA VERDE

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We slept late after the exhausting but fun train ride the day before. Rain was forecast for the afternoon, so we eventually roused ourselves to drive west, under a low overcast sky, the 35 miles to the entrance of Mesa Verde National Park. I’d learned ahead of time that touring Cliff Palace and most other major sites now requires the on-site purchase of tickets, although a self-guided tour of Spruce Tree House is still possible. Given that we were still recovering from the long train ride, I doubted we would do much walking this day, mainly driving the loop roads past various overlooks. Back in 1991 my father and I toured the Cliff Palace and Balcony House ruins.

Mesa Verde Map

Anasazi

Anasazi

We stopped for a restroom break at the busy visitor center, which just opened this May and cost over $16 million. It is also a research center, with more than three million artifacts from 4,000 Ancestral Puebloans who lived in the area for 700 years, from about 600 to 1300 CE. We had limited time before afternoon showers were forecast, so we did not even go inside. But we did study the sculpture out front, Anasazi by Edward J. Fraughton. It wasn’t easy against the glare of the overcast sky to make out the laden Pueblo Indian figure climbing the spire until you got fairly close to interpret it. Modern-day Puebloan Peoples do not prefer the term Anasazi, which is Navajo and originally meant “enemy ancestors”, but the alternatives are more cumbersome.

Knowing we needed to beat the afternoon showers, we drove on to the park entry booth to pay the $15 entry fee for our vehicle and begin driving the 21 miles through the park to Cliff Palace, the largest and most famous of the cliffside ruins.

Heavy Skies

Beetles and fires have scourged the trees at the park, leaving hillsides littered with dead trunks. But you could peer between the trees for gorgeous views to the west from the mesa top. One stop had spiky Wyoming Paintbrush wildflowers. The heavy sky made it feel like you were at the top of the world. Wendy took advantage of a gap in the clouds for a very nice shot of the sun kissing the mesa rocks.

Overlook

Cliff Palace

We reached the Cliff Palace overlook, which was crowded with sightseers like us. I went back to grab my binoculars for better views of the tour going on below. Wendy and I both wondered about a group of disks on the floor of one kiva; maybe they are part of the ongoing reconstruction effort.

Cliff Palace

Cliff Palace once contained 150 rooms and 23 kivas, which were special rooms used for religious practices, and had a population of approximately 100 people. The first view of it by white cowboys was in 1888, and it was subjected to looting until the park was established in 1906 and Jesse Walter Fewkes of the Smithsonian Institution excavated and stabilized it in 1909. The rooms were constructed out of natural sandstone, wooden beams, and mortar made of soil, water, and ash. Tiny pieces of stone called chinking are also embedded in the mortar, to strengthen construction.

Ancestral Puebloans entered their cliff-dwelling apartments through wooden ladders, and the rooms were about six by eight feet. Families lived together, and historians say that two to three people probably shared a room. Many rooms were originally plastered in bright colors—usually pink, brown, red, yellow, or white. Smaller rooms near the back of the cliff were used for storing crops, such as beans, corn, and squash. Each clan or family had their own kiva in front of their dwelling for rituals and ceremonies.

After drinking in the view and climbing back up the hillside to the road, Wendy and I rested on a bench, unused to the altitude. We then drove the loop roads, stopping repeatedly to get out and walk over to the edge of the mesa for the views.

Navajo Canyon & Square Tower

We skipped Balcony House, since it is not visible from the road and we had no tour tickets, instead driving on over to the Mesa Top Loop for views of Navajo Canyon. Nestled up against one wall in a high alcove was Square Tower, which was being stabilized by two workers.

Square Tower House at Navajo Canyon

Stabilizing Square Tower

Square Tower House was occupied between 1205-1281 CE. It contains one of the latest construction projects at Mesa Verde, the Crow’s Nest. Square Tower House was built at the height of the region’s population, when their numbers were beginning to negatively impact the area’s resources. It is believed that many factors, including a 23-year drought, resource depletion, and social pressures led the people to gradually migrate south to the Rio Grande area, leaving the Mesa Verde region largely depopulated and abandoned.

Sun Point View

Sun Point View was our next stop and was our favorite, providing views of six sets of structures in Cliff and Fewkes Canyons. Half the population of Chapin Mesa was concentrated here between 1200 and 1300 CE.

Sun Point View

Fire Temple

Wendy and I enjoyed zooming in for views of each dwelling. Fire Temple is on the far left up Fewkes Canyon, and was recently re-opened to the public via a hiking trail. New Fire House is a two level structure adjacent to the temple. The lower level has seven rooms and three kivas, with thirteen rooms on the upper level. It may have been the dwelling for the people responsible for ceremonies in the temple, which resembles the floor of a great kiva, with two rectangular structures which may have been foot drums for dancing, and a central circular fire pit which had a large amount of ash when excavated by Fewkes.

Oak Tree House, also on the left up Fewkes Canyon, contains about 50 rooms and six kivas. Some of the structures rose four stories to the roof of the inner alcove. There are storage rooms on the upper ledge. It has a deep cave with roofless living rooms, grinding and cooking rooms, and some storage rooms. One of the more unusual walls found was made entirely of willow branches set in mud (rather than masonry), and some of the masonry walls were of the highest quality stonework present in cliff dwellings of Mesa Verde.

Oak Tree House

Both Fire Temple and Oak Tree House are situated in alcoves where occupants could enjoy sun in the winter and shade in the summer. Cliff Palace is up a canyon to the east, and is in the center of the view from Sun Point. From there one can easily spot the sightseers at the Cliff Palace overlook, where we had been earlier.

Sunset House is farther south along the main canyon and contains 33 rooms and four Kivas set on two ledges. Behind the prominent two-story structure were three dry-wall masonry turkey pens. Inhabitants carried water from a spring opposite Cliff Palace.

Sunset House

Sun Temple is a structure on the top of the mesa where Fewkes Canyon forks off the main canyon, and we would soon drive over to examine it.

Mummy House was constructed on a narrow ledge below the top of Chapin Mesa, directly below the Sun Temple. It once extended higher, with an upper penthouse in a niche being very well preserved; it may have been a granary. Only the wall stubs of ten rooms and two kivas remain on the ledge below. Fewkes found a well-preserved mummy there.

Sun Temple, Mummy House, and Cliff Palace

Sun Temple

Sun Temple Interior

We drove around to the Sun Temple, on top of the point where Fewkes Canyon splits off. It has a spectacular view of the canyon and Cliff Palace, and is a D-shaped structure with a thousand feet of double-coursed walls filled with a rubble core. Masons pecked the stones and, since no household goods nor roof beams were found here, the 30-room structure was probably never finished. A view down one of only two small windows in the structure showed how cramped some of those rooms were. Wendy captured me pontificating about the masonry, noting what I’d learned in the guide book.

Canyon Country

Far View

Approaching rain led us to the Far View Terrace for a restroom break and drinks. The Far View area of the park was one of the most densely populated parts of the mesa from 900 to 1300 CE. Nearly 50 villages have been identified within a half square mile area.

Panorama from Mesa Verde

We left the park, enjoying some final panoramic views. Raindrops sprinkled down as we fled back through a tunnel toward the park’s north entrance to return to Durango. While at the Far View Terrace, I’d placed a reservation at Ken and Sue’s. The grilled filet mignon with Gorgonzola butter, spinach, and potato lasagna they served me was superb. We then drove east back to Pagosa Springs for the night, ready to spend the next two days heading home, including stops in Walsenburg and Dodge City.

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Day 6, July Escape 2013: Steam Train to Silverton

Trip Date: July 15, 2013

Wendy and I had arrived in Durango the night before for the melodrama, knowing that the sixth day of our vacation would be consumed by riding the steam train from Durango to Silverton and back.

DAY 6: STEAM TRAIN BETWEEN DURANGO & SILVERTON

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Selecting a Car

My father and I rode in a standard-class coach car in one of the Durango-Silverton steam trains in 1991. When I returned in 2010, I rode alone in the first-class Silver Vista car. So when making reservations many weeks ago for Wendy’s introduction to the railroad, I opted for the deluxe-class Rio Grande car, knowing that its two-person bench seats, facing outward for the views and offering greater privacy, would be better for a couple like us. The Rio Grande, like the glass-ceilinged Silver Vista, is still an open-side car, with attendant issues of rain and flying cinders. But it is cheaper than the Silver Vista, with the only real downside being the loss of complimentary soft drink service. Wendy and I brought our own bottled water, which turned out to be for the best, since the one time we fought our way forward to the concession car to have our complimentary mugs filled at no charge, the line was so long we gave up.

At the Depot

After parking at the depot we walked by Engine 480 as it belched smoke, preparing to head off toward Silverton. We’d be riding a later train, and I shot footage of the earlier one leaving the station. A broken generator meant the concession car in our train had to be replaced, leaving us with time to kill, so we toured the Railroad Museum at the depot. I must confess I liked one of the old automobiles more than the steam trains, but a railroad buff would surely love the museum.

Engine 480 is ready to roll

The Ride to Silverton

Beside the River of Lost Souls

Wendy and I boarded the Rio Grande, walking down the narrow center aisle to find our seats. I had booked too late to get the preferred right-side seats, but we still had nice views heading north toward Silverton as we pulled out of Durango and passed the nearby mountains and hills.

We began paralleling the Rio de las Animas Perditas, or River of Lost Souls. There was much development all of the way north along the line until we hit the edge of the national forest. Not much later, we made it through the narrow cuts in the mountainside to run along the High Line, where the train runs along the bluff hundreds of feet above the river. We could easily stand up for those views across the train.

Being the last car in the train, we could see the wriggly narrow-gauge track behind us, explaining the rocking of the cars. Wendy liked the gentle rocking motion, finding it relaxing, although it made traversing the aisles somewhat challenging. I was grateful for the restrooms at the rear of the car in front of us, reserved for deluxe-class guests.

We passed Tall Timbers, once a five-star resort only accessible by the train, which has been converted into Soaring Tree Top Adventures with zip lines for day trippers. A girl was zipping alongside the train to advertise the experience.

During our ride, we were alert for aspen groves, since Wendy wanted a shot of some for a wall of her apartment, but all of our shots had too much motion blur, even at the train’s slow speed. The mountains built up around us, with high cliffs.

The conductor alerted us as we passed a huge pile of debris which was taller and longer than our train. The railroad created it a couple of years back when clearing the tracks after an avalanche. The conductor rode in our car almost the entire time, since he had to exit off the back of the train at each stop. He’d been working for the railroad for almost 30 years, first as a summer job while he was a teacher and later while consulting for the PBS affiliate in Tucson, Arizona. Now he works on the railroad for much of the season, but is close to retirement.

Two Hours in Silverton

Silverton

We finally pulled into Silverton and quickly made our way over several blocks to the Handlebars Saloon for lunch. It was packed, but they had a table free in one corner and the food was good. Stuffed animals hovered overhead as we stuffed ourselves.

I took Wendy to the town museum, which is near the 1908 City Hall. The museum continues to expand, and is now too extensive to fully tour before having to board the train for the return journey to Durango. They spent $860,000 renovating the jail and have added a wagon shed to the three story building they brought in next to the jail for more museum space. Their guys spend their winters working on the museum, despite its unheated interior, which means they are working in rooms in which it is 15 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s dedication!

We rushed through the last part of the museum so we could get to the train, but as it turned out the train left late due to a broken locomotive part requiring welding. They got her going, and we did the entire journey on steam engine 482, rather than having to use a diesel engine to get back to Durango.

A Ride in the Rain

Misty Mountain

There was a gorgeous long waterfall outside Silverton, and the clouds built up to a light rain for our return journey. That gave the mountain views a more forbidding appearance and Wendy and I huddled together behind an umbrella to divert the rain, grateful for our jackets.

Evading both the rain and my spectacles, a cinder managed to fly into one of my eyes. I could not get it out with our bottled water or even the little sterile water sprayer the conductor kindly offered. A visit to the bathroom sink did not help either, and Wendy knew I needed to cry to get it out. She wanted to pluck a nostril hair of mine to get my eyes to water, but I refused. So she plucked a few eyebrow hairs, to no avail. Then she sneakily yanked out on my mustache! That produced a stuffy nose and a curse from me, but no tears. So my return view of the High Line, looking out from our side of the car this time, was marred by the cinder. My eye did finally tear up and rid itself of the cinder as we approached the outskirts of Durango. If you ever ride the train, wear some face-hugging sunglasses.

Warming Back Up in Durango

We ran alongside a low ribbon of cloud outside of town, and then pulled in to the depot. Wendy and I took our souvenir mugs inside for delicious free fillings of coffee and hot chocolate, respectively. Dinner was at Mutu’s Italian Kitchen, where we split a Chicken Parmigiana. Wendy liked the sun-dried tomato basil butter on the bread far more than I did. Then we stopped at the Rite-Aid to get me some eye drops before retiring to our motel.

It was a fun and memorable train ride, and the next day would find us transporting ourselves via car for the views at Mesa Verde.

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Day 5, July Escape 2013: Piedra River & A Melodrama

Trip Date: July 14, 2013

On the fifth day of our vacation, Wendy and I decided to return to the Piedra River to hike along the main trail, rather than trying to ascend Ice Cave Ridge.

Day 5: PIEDRA RIVER & A MELODRAMA

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Wendy enters the Piedra River canyon

Wendy started the day in Pagosa Springs by walking across the street to Higher Grounds Coffee, bringing back a delicious lemon square and milk for me and a peanut butter chocolate chip bar and coffee for herself.  

We then drove northwest to the east trailhead of Piedra Trail 596, hiking the trail to the bridge over Williams Creek and back, a total of 3.8 miles. A sign at the trailhead warned us to be aware of lingering conditions from the recent trail closure by the Little Sand fire, but we never saw anything of that nature on the section of the trail we traversed.

A group of equestrians was unloading at the trailhead as we embarked, and soon passed us. We’d be dodging their traces now and then for the rest of our hike. While I was gazing out across the river, Wendy was examining the rocks, flowers, and wildlife.

I took a shot of Wendy as we entered the canyon cut by the river, and she returned the favor as we approached the cliffs. The trail led past a hillside of wildflowers and beside tall cliffs. Wendy’s sharp eyes picked out a yellow spider on a flower.

We walked south through the tall trees, noticing the damage wrought by bark beetles. Other hikers with dogs passed us, pausing at the end of the canyon where the Piedra River joins with O’Neal Creek. One fellow even floated in the cold water.

We turned west to walk to Williams Creek, with a rainstorm building ahead of us. We climbed over the edge of the Williams Creek valley, finding a stick and stones arranged as a trailside marker, its meaning obscure.

We reached the bridge over Williams Creek, watching the creek flow south to the Piedra River and Wendy having me use my camera flash to highlight a spiderweb on the bridge.

Walking west into the storm

I walked on for a ways, but with the approaching weather I realized it was time to turn back. Wendy paused beside a baby tree, and then lightning flashed to the north, thunder crashed, and raindrops began to strike. We quickened our pace, retracing our path through a gentle rain. As we passed the high cliffs, we saw a couple up on the Piedra Road overlook. We exchanged waves, with my superzoom camera providing a good look at them, high up and across the river.

Wendy paused to shoot a wildflower in front of a grove of aspens with her iPhone 4, and I worked to get a depth-of-field shot of the same subject with my Canon Powershot SX260 HS.

At the end of the four mile hike at an elevation of 7600 feet, Wendy said, “I used to think I was tired. I had no idea what tired was.”

Rain across the pasture

We returned to Pagosa Springs, with rain showers in the distance across the pastures. We had a late but tasty lunch at Chavolos Taquiera, with Wendy noting how the Piedra Road had coated Princess the Camry with dirt.  

Clean it already!

We stopped back in at Higher Grounds to purchase more lemon bars and a lemon crumb muffin for future breakfasts, and then drove an hour westward to Durango, arriving in the rain at the hotel to clean up before dinner. Best Western seldom disappoints, but I have not been impressed by either of the old-style Best Westerns in Durango with their outside entrances and cramped bathrooms; next time I stay in Durango, I’ll look for something newer, although it will likely cost more.

We forwent the many nice restaurants in town for the McDonald’s at the depot to ensure we would be on time for the melodrama at the Henry Strater TheaterThe Dirty Deeds at the Depot show was nonstop laughs, with a fun cast, and I was picked to start the show. After some vaudeville acts, the mayor Gerri Mander, played by Leslie Hoxworth, was up on the stage and I was sitting in the audience. I donned a big black cowboy hat, stood up, and asked, “So, when will that noon train arrive?”  She mercilessly mocked my question and the laughs began.

I enjoyed hissing and booing the villain, Professor Thaddeus Mack, as played by Jacob Buras, and Wendy and I both enjoyed how Megan Moran, as the heroine Lacie Camisole, would stop, gaze out into a yellow spotlight, and plaintively say, “I didn’t know!”  We would use that catch-phrase for the rest of the trip.

It was a splendid end to a fine day, with us looking forward to a long ride on a steam train the following day.

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