Sunday, October 12, 2014

On the way to our winter in Las Vegas

Bob and Terry
September-October Update

My computer died and I’m now using Terry’s Lenovo-Windows 8, so I am in a learning curve. Fortunately Terry recovered all my files for me. I got behind on my notes and I must “write it to remember it”, so it’s catch-up time!

Tulsa was loads of fun for us, while visiting Jean and family. We toured around the sights, walked in the park, dined at some yummy restaurants and visited in the family homes. Tulsa has a large collection of Art Deco architecture from the “big oil money” days and we enjoyed witnessing and learning about it. A volunteer docent at the Boston Avenue Methodist Church, a showcase example, gave us an extraordinary guided tour. The days were cool and clear, just perfect for our visit.

Tomorrow is Monday, October 6, and we head to our winter work at Clark County Shooting Complex, in Las Vegas.
We had a Picnic Lunch at Oklahoma City but it was too hot to explore so we headed to higher elevations. We crossed the old Chisholm Trail- old cattle-drive route from south Texas to Kansas railhead. We camped at 1875 Fort Reno, established on the Cheyenne-Arapaho reservation, where the Cheyenne-Arapaho Tribes are still trying to re-acquire their land. We met a couple from the Oklahoma Panhandle, who were heading for winter quarters in the Rio Grande valley of south Texas, and they shared a lot of information about it. Apparently it is very economical to winter there.

We camped at Amarillo for two nights and enjoyed the surroundings. I talked to a line crew preparing to leave the campground and head for a new project. They had worked for several months around Amarillo, building transmission lines for the huge wind farms developing around the area. The Charles Goodnight Ranch was just north, the old home of the real “Lonesome Dove” cowboys. Amarillo (yellow in Spanish) has lots of yellow wildflowers blooming, so it lives up to its name.

Moving on, we crossed the remainder of the Texas Panhandle and entered the high plains of New Mexico. We observed a (cheeseburger-size) tarantula crossing the road and wondered if he was in the process of migrating, hibernating, feeding or mating. Given the circumstances, we assumed it was most likely the second choice. Both of us were excited to be back in the western states, with open spaces and mountain views.
We camped at Tucumcari, right on old Route 66, and were surprised that much of the old structures still exist. Old motor courts or tourist courts with the car-park garage are still standing, along with the diners. Television was unique because sister stations in the Central and Mountain Time Zones can be watched, with the same shows one-hour apart.

We discovered the “Blue Spring” on the Pecos River, at Santa Rosa, a scuba divers mecca. Who would have guessed! Wind and rain from a storm in the Pacific accompanied us most of the day.

Our next camp was at Albuquerque, on the west side of the Rio Grande valley. Albuquerque straddles the Rio Grande and the valley is a beautiful garden, in the high desert. We have a panoramic view of the entire valley and the Sandia Mountains to the east, from our RV Park. We toured Petroglyph National Monument and hiked the three-mile trail into Piedras Marcadas Canyon. Here, the petroglyphs are 4-7 hundred years old and some are 2-3 thousand years of age. Also, 1600’s-1800’s explorers left their names and dates in the volcanic basalt boulders. Additionally, we saw a “Mickey Mouse” image that was much more recent but quite well done.
We toured around the old town, along the Rio Grande, and Route 66, followed by dinner at a local Albuquerque, New Mexico establishment. I had the “real” Chile Relleno! The Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta is going on this weekend, so the area is super busy. With mass ascensions, balloon glows, races, and special ceremonies, the balloon park draws huge crowds. I-40 and I-25 were backed-up for miles at daylight because the parking lots filled and visitors were turned away.

Our dogs have a lot of frustration with time zone changes, heading west, because their little “internal clocks” say it’s time for dinner an hour early. They just bark and complain like it’s our fault! Unfortunately, we enter Pacific Time tomorrow and they’ll have another adjustment!

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