Snow Canyon State park

Check out the petrified sand dunes.  The work of eons-ago wind is frozen in time.  Very cool.

Sandstone cliffs tower above the canyon floor.  Black, crumbly ‘A’a lava, spewed intermittently from long silenced volcanoes, caps some cliffs and litters the canyon beneath.  It has affected erosion of the softer stone beneath it creating unexpected shapes.  It’s sharp, loose-underfoot debris makes walking a challenge where ever it collects.  We check out The Pioneers Names cliff…dates written in an alcove of the cliff with what they believe is axel grease date back to the 1870s.  Must have been quite the journey through here back then.   We hike about 3 ½ miles getting close up looks of formations and great overlook views of the entire canyon.

Opposite in scale from these enormous formations are the tiny crater-like shapes in the dust at our feet.  Equally awesome!  This is where it sprinkled rain last night.

The park is worthy of a stop.  We are here Monday AM.  Crowds might be bad on weekends.  We are just outside St. George, Utah so lots of regular local users.

Desert backcountry here we come

A vast tract of land here in northern Nevada and Arizona is held in the Gold Butte National Monument and The Grand Canyon Parashant.  BLM maintained roads, a portion (occasionally) graded gravel and many more dune buggy two tracks provide the only access.  The Focus was just not the right tool for exploring, but now we have our little pick-up and we are going to check off two more National recreation/conservation destinations on our list.  We are heading out into the back country to Pakoon Springs sort of south west of Mesquite. We pack lots of water, lunch and snacks, warm clothes, tools, a tow rope, first aid kit…….We are ready, having heeded cautionary advice from official and not-so-official blog sources.

Just off I15 we turn onto the Back Country Byway, Gold Butte Road.  Ok, no sweat.  It is paved, at least it has been paved quite some time ago.  It is rough and a bit potholed with low spots where washes cross and bulldozers push mounds of sand and rock aside.  It is mostly flat or shallow grade as we first follow the banks of the Virgin River then start a gradual climb.  We average about 10mph for the first 20 miles.  At Whitney Pocket we make a turn and so do the road conditions.  The next 12 miles it is a graded path with loose rocks and sand.  Thankfully the road crew has been through here recently enough that there are no deep ruts nor cavernous washouts.  We climb a ridge with the grade exceeding 12% in places.  Things get a bit more dicey as we pass Aravada Springs and Nyes Ranch in a narrow cut with steep grade and a few more washed out spots.  With a gentle touch on the accelerator, Kent makes the whole drive out without even using 4-wheel drive.  A challenging drive but not as scary as many suggested.  Signs along the way remind us that even a little rain would have made it a whole different adventure.  We might have needed some of that stuff we brought along.  We did eat our lunch!  The return drive is made easier and a bit quicker using 4-wheel drive.  The entire outing is about 5 ½ hours.

Was it worth the drive?  I think so.

We know this terrain pretty well by now but it still amazes.

Our journey starts in the wide Virgin River valley then cuts through narrow passes across rubble strewn mountain ridges.  We come upon enormous sandstone monoliths; red or white, smooth or knife edged, and laced with erosion holes, seemingly just dropped among the otherwise grey-brown landscape.  Silver grey washes slice down the slopes.

Moisture and temperature drive the vegetation.  Most common is the deep green of creosote bush (they are not blooming yet here) punctuated with scattered clumps of brilliant yellow long stemmed desert asters and weird looking dull yellow cheesebush.    Just when I think there is nothing more out there, I see a splash of orange or the brilliant red of Indian Paintbrush. A purple lupine-like spike makes a solitary showing or in just the right conditions a vast field of yellow poppies (the protected Las Vegas poppies here) covers huge expanses among and beneath the creosote.  At highest elevation pinion pine add there unique green and scent.  The biggest impact of water is seen at the springs scattered along the drive.  We pass three springs that are privately owned and operated as businesses, a spa, a horse training facility and the one furthest in, Aravada, a campground/retreat.  Pakoon Springs is oversee by the BLM and minimally managed, not at all developed.  A stout fence encircles the area to keep livestock and pesky burros from tromping the spring head.  Here, trees tower above thick under growth.  We see many animal tracks, bees and bugs buzz and the scents are completely different.  The effect spills on down the mountainside as a huge meadow and green wash.  An amazing oasis.

Wildlife is sparce but enough to keep me watching.

Kent spots at Willet – what is a shore bird doing here?  For now, standing statue-still among the sand and creosote bushes.  A big horn sheep makes a mad dash along the ridge line just above our path.  Silky flycatchers (Phainopepla) hang out near giant balls of mistle toe.  At Pakoon, a desert cottontail goes zig-zagging among the cover of shrubs and clusters of robins mob bush to bush.  Two California quail call out seemingly playing Marco-Polo across the meadow.

It was a good outing; but we agree, no dune buggy or off-road super jeep in our future.  Our little pick-up will get us out as far and often as we are likely to want to go.

We watch from camp as sheets of rain sweep from clouds to the northeast.  We can see it and recognize the distinct smell as it reaches sun baked desert earth.  None falls where we are but it’s not far away.

Exploring

We have to check out St. George.  It has a carousel and “the best bakery in Utah”.  Nothing opens until 11AM so there is plenty of time to wander a camp trail that takes us along the riverside cliffs.  The river is flowing fairly high fed by considerable high elevation snow.  We have to go off trail when the trail becomes unpassable (at least to our liking) but it’s a nice walk.  Now we are off to town.  Stop 1: Farmstead Bakery/Café.  The BLT with mozzarella on baguette is delicious.  My caramel apple fritter (baked) is yummy.  Kent’s blueberry croissant is magnificent.  Possibly the best croissant I have ever had.  Well worth the stop.  We find the carousel in town square.  I ride of course…as always, can’t help but smile.

Downtown is lovely to stroll.  We stop at the visitor center and make our way back to camp for a lazy afternoon.

Next stop: Cedar Pass

We climb the grade up from lakeshore to US95 then point it north toward Vegas.  This is all pretty familiar.  We have driven it three times this Spring already.  There is a fuel stop – great surprise $3.84 for diesel.  We were expecting $4.45 per gas buddy.  Yeah!  We make our way through Vegas traffic then hit I15.  It is scrub land and pretty flat.  Spotty sightings of Joshua trees add some interest.  We pass Mesquite and soon enter the Virgin River Gorge. It is Impressive.  Brick red, white, and tan layers of sandstone stripe the towering cliffs on either side.  Some perfectly level some tipped nearly vertical by the movement along an ancient fault line.  Lush green grass clings to the flater slopes nearer the river providing a striking reminder the impact of water sources in this arid land.  Cedar Pass is a BLM campground right in the middle of this remarkable place.  We could not get a reservation so have our fingers crossed for one of the first come first serve sites.  Hooray!  Site 63.  Great view.  Bonus, $4 a night with a senior pass.  We will put this campground on our “certainly return” list.  Sunset is not spectacular but quietly lovely.  The sky cleared for pretty amazing star gazing, surprisingly spoiled a bit by tramp light from both the north and south.  There is some traffic noise from 15 but the night is wonderfully restful.  I fall asleep to the sound of water rushing through the bends of the narrow canyon.

So long Lake Mohave

The wind has kicked up and just won’t settle.  13 mph seems manageable but there are just no sheltered coves to hide in this long narrow lake and it drives us in two days in a row.  No more fish caught and too rough to float and soak in the peace and quiet.  We chill a couple more days then tomorrow we head out to points east and north with the ultimate destination Zion and Bears Ears National Monument.  Kent wakes early so we get an early start.  Good thing since we have to load up the boat and deliver the big trailer to storage plus it is our first attempt to tow the new truck.  Firsts are nearly always time consuming.

Trailer connected.  Boat loaded.  Trailer dropped at storage – quiet the feat to get it in the covered spot!  Now for the truck hookup: there is lots of double checking and we even have the owners’ manual out.  We got it.  10:30 AM and we are on our way.

Check out our new look for summer 2023.

But who is counting

Kent is leading in the fish count; two to my one and he now has the largest (barely), 2.84lbs.

Wait A minute, interruption, a roadrunner just zipped through the site across from us!  We saw him earlier today posing atop a ridge seeming to warm in the morning sun.  It is fun to see them close up.

Calm winds and light boat traffic gave us a smooth boat ride this morning.  We scouted for big horn again but no luck.  Fishing was pretty good.  Kent caught one and had another on the line but it slipped the hook before he could bring it in.  We spotted many more through the crystal-clear water to depth of around 25 feet.  Most just didn’t seem to want what we were offering. Time on the lake was amazingly quiet filled only with sounds of the wild around us.  We end our lake time with cooling dip ….. a short one.  62F is pretty cold!

Hummingbirds frequent the oleander planted all around camp and the feeders long-term campers have out.  California quail scurry about; two cross in front of us as we take an evening stroll.  House wrens warble and dart from bush to bush.  Red wing black birds and grackles fill the air with a seemingly endless repertoire of squeaks, whistles and guttural sounds.  Doves and crows add their distinctive calls to the chorus.

Back on our own

While I was shuttling Willa home, Kent moved the motorhome from Mohave Preserve to Katherine Landing on Lake Mohave.  We are planning for a week or two of quiet lake time.  It is beautiful here.  Crystal clear blue water of the lake is bordered by craggy mountains painted red, brown and grey, some with a wash of pale green and all dotted with wildflowers.  We spotted big horn sheep from the boat this morning and I caught our first fish, a 2.8 lb bass.  Tonight there is to be clear skies and the moon is just a sliver.  Star gazing should be fantastic.

Spring Break with Willa

Our New York Grand-daughter, Willa, is nearly 5 this year.  Just old enough to go off on a week – long adventure with Grandpa and Nana.  We are heading for the California high desert along the Colorado River.

We are all up and loaded into the car before sunrise to catch an early morning flight from Albany to Detroit then on to Las Vegas.  Goodbyes are stressful; first Mom’s at home and Dad’s at the airport but once we get into the airport and on our way spirits are high.

Flights go smoothly and we all enjoy the many moving sidewalks and escalators at the various airports.  Willa takes window seats and keeps pretty busy checking out the airplane and coloring.  She got her Wings on the very first flight.  We spend about 6 hours in the air so there is a bit of “are we there yet” but overall, a fun adventure.  Tack on a 2-hour drive to camp at Havasu Landing and everyone is ready to be home!  We snack and settle in a bit then off to bed for everyone.

Camp is on the shore of Lake Havasu.  We have been talking about going out in the “big boat” with Willa (our 16ft aluminum fishing boat with at 40 hp motor).  She is anxious for her first ride.  Our first order of business day one is to unload and ready the boat.  She jumps right in to help and we have no trouble getting everything ready.

Days are full of adventure.

Her first boat ride Willa sits in my lap arms tightly around her wearing a tight smile.  Grandpa gives her complete speed control with thumbs up, flat hand and thumbs down for go fast, maintain speed and slow down.  By the next day she is in her own seat and smiling broadly into the wind.  We go super-fast a lot!

We all fish but do no catching the first two days.  Willa is very patient.  We use all artificial lures to start but, ultimately, we all agree to try real live nightcrawlers for bait.  Good decision.  Willa catches her first fish (the only one of the trip too).  It is a nice bass that she reels in, Kent nets, then she lips and returns to the lake to live another day.

Boat rides take us across to Lake Havasu City to cruise the channel, visit a nice wading beach, the lake is a bit too cold to actually swim, check out a playground and grab lunch at a food truck.  A day later, treasure maps, X marks the spot, emerge from an early project session so of course, we have to go on treasure hunts.   Willa directs Kent as we zip across the lake in search of the perfect island beach and high mountain to climb to find the treasure.  Two such excursions result in fun hikes and shore lunch with our treasures being fields of wildflowers and cactus blossoms.

We take the ferry over to Lake Havasu City to check out more playgrounds and do a little shopping.  We come home with a swimming mermaid, Ariel.

Around camp we play lots of Bocci.  Willa is really quite good at it and wins all but one round that went to Nana.  There is a Gnome Garden and Cactus plantings to explore and a rustic beach with plenty of rocks and sticks to toss in and write on the beach.  We play school and all sorts of pretend: Mom and Dad and kids, Pets, Mermaids, sisters…. Kent and I could hardly keep up with who we were and how old we were much of the time.

Time to move on.  We want to let Willa see high desert that is less developed so we are heading to Mohave National Preserve.  It is a couple hour drive with Willa in the truck with me and Kent bringing the motorhome.  Our time is filled with songs and storytelling created as we took turns developing a story.  Gabby the knight rescuing his princess was a favorite.

Hole in the Wall Campground at Mohave is more primitive; no power or water.  The view in every direction is rugged tan red and grey hued mountains.  Hiking is THE thing to do for fun.  No problem there.

Willa is anxious to hike the Ring Trail through the hole in the mountain cliffs.  Kent has prepped her and she is ready to try it.  The walk begins in a sandy wash, crisscrosses rocky cactus strewn areas and passes a pictograph area where we check out ancient rock drawings.  Then the featured event, a climb through boulder filled narrow cracks in the mountain aided by metal pins and rings driven into the rock.  Willa heads right into the climb making careful foot placement and never faltering.  Quite the accomplishment.

Day 2 we head for the dunes.  She knows they are huge.  We have been talking about them but reality sets in as we drive closer to them and set out across the fore dunes toward the peaks.  Willa is adamant, she is going to the top.  She is equally adamant that any trip to a place with this much sand MUST include sand castle building.  We have packed tools and extra water just for that task. We skip and run then trudge and finally even crawl across 2 miles of soft sand.  She and I make it tantalizingly close to the top but the sand is just too hot to go on.  Looking back toward the tiny dot that is Grandpa below us we decide we have accomplished enough and race down the steep slopes to about the half way point where we stop for a cool drink and some epic sand castle building.  Climbing was so difficult that we had to drink our extra castle water but are thrilled to find that if one digs below the dry top sand, a seemingly endless supply of perfect damp castle sand can be found.   The building was a blast and I think Willa enjoyed the demolition phase even more.  It is a significant trek back to the trail head.  We will all sleep well tonight.

But first, we make S’mores.

Amboy Crater, a hike into a volcano.   The cinder cone rises high above the desert floor making it an exciting adventure and a bit daunting.  There is no real hesitation, Willa wants to climb the volcano; but, “next time can we take a break and not hike two big hike two days in a row? Take a day off?”.  I agree, that is a good plan.  We continue on with couple snack and drink breaks at conveniently placed benches then navigate steep switchbacks until we find ourselves on the high rim of the crater.  Ancient pumice type lava fields stretch out all around the cinder cone and a smooth solidified lava floor fills the center. We rest and have lunch as we marvel at the view.  Willa declares that yes, she wants to hike down into the crater to walk on the lava.  The walk is a little precarious, steep and lots of loose rock but most is safely navigated holding Grandpa’s hand.  Her biggest booboo of the trip happens just steps from the center of the cone where Willa slides on loose stone and lands on sharp edged volcanic rock.  There is no blood but some scratches and she is frustrated because she was trying so hard to walk the trail on her own like grandpa showed her.  There are a couple full throated screams then once the damage is inspected and nerves calm, she is anxious to check out the very middle of the volcano.  The journey back down goes smoothly with Willa staying a little closer to Grandpa and taking his hand a bit more than the uphill trek.  It was a great adventure that ended with a stop for ice cream, it is a hot day, and the purchase of a Route 66 magnet at Roy’s Diner.  We extend the day with a drive through the Preserve to check out the visitor center and look for blooming Joshua Trees.  We take the back way home on Wild Horse Canyon Drive. Willa got to see a group of beautiful wild horses, maybe just released horses, and we got to try out the truck 4-wheel drive.  It is nearly dark when we finally get home. Willa works on her Jr Ranger book.  She has nearly completed it.

The Easter Bunny

Of course, the bunny finds Willa here in the desert! The day starts with a fun egg hunt filled with challenges and clues to find a hidden basket.  She thoroughly enjoys it.  The basket includes eggs to decorate and cookie cutters shaped like a bunny and a carrot, some other small toys, candy and a chocolate bunny.  Willa and I start with the egg coloring and decorating and Kent is making pancakes shaped like carrots and bunnies. Yum.  We spend our last day together finishing Easter activities and just goofing around in camp.

Homeward bound

Willa and I are flying back to New York.  We make the 2-hour drive to Vegas Sunday evening and stay in a hotel there to make the 6:00AM flight a bit more manageable.  Willa entertains me with an egg hunt she sets up for me and we read a little then off to bed.  We need to be up by 3:30AM.  Note to self, if you want to sleep at all you cannot share even a queen size bed with Willa.  She is a whirling dervish.  I had feet and arms in my face off and on all night.  I don’t think I slept more than an hour in a stretch!  We are up as planned and excited to soon see Mom and Dad.  We stand in line and make our way through security and to the gate.  With an hour to kill and having had no breakfast we share a giant Cinnabon.  Delicious!  Flight one is long…4 hours so a bit of WIFI brings an hour or so of Moana.  Our layover in Charlotte flies by as Willa meets another 5-year-old and they happily play the whole time.  She sleeps from wheels up to landing on the leg to Albany.  On the ground she finds Daddy at the airport and soon Mom at home.  All is back as it has always been and should be.  I’m pretty sure she had a great time with us though and I know that Kent and I certainly enjoyed ourselves.  Now we’ll rest up!

Night Out

We catch the 4:30 ferry across to Lake Havasu City.  It is a smooth ride; cool, with great views of the mountains lining both sides of the river valley.   We disembark near the Brooklyn Bridge.  Light crowds (we are just ahead of the spring break crush) make it a great night for a stroll.  But first, dinner.  We go for Burgers by the Bridge…not real fancy but the food is good and seating is right along the water.  Clam chowder, fish and chips and a plate of ooey gooey loaded fries more than satisfy our hungries.  Now for a stroll.  It is lovely as we watch the sunset from a bench along the channel then the bridge lights come to life. Sunburned and tipsy beach goers make their way back into town on foot and via greatly overloaded boats on the channel.  The night is still young for some.  We make our way back to the ferry dock and home across the lake. Nice.