I needed a good spot to stay where I could get out despite the rain coming. I needed to get back to Canada soon. There was not going to be a rain delay in leaving a spot if I could help it. So I was returning to my abandoned campground, where there would be no problem leaving a gravel pad in the rain.
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Molas Pass is almost 11,000 feet
I got an early early start, knowing that I was crossing Colorado south to north through what would be some slower mountainous roads. I did not realise just how high the roads were, nor that I could end up in snow even though it was now late May here. What other surprises awaited me?
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After a week and some days spent among wonderful people it felt weird being on my own again. I actually missed people – an unusual state for me to be in. But I would not be alone for long. I had made new friends at the gathering and would be meeting up with them in the Colorado Rockies!
Ridgeline view Cibola National Forest
Now we return to the distant spring, continuing my adventure story. I had left Bedrock, passing the cool general store on the way out. The road here is empty, just the way I like it. I had been travelling south with a destination in mind, which is in Cibola National Forest. I’m going to be camped for a week enjoying the sites, hopefully getting a little hiking, and connecting with old friends and new. But why here? Read on to find out once and for all!
Ironwood lake down a duckweed infested channel
I’m caught up on pictures, having had a busy summer. It was all I could do to not get too far behind on those, and even at that, I was a good month behind most of the time. Writing just has not happened. It is now fall here. Last I updated my adventures, it was still spring! How time flies. What have I been up to? Here is the Coles notes version.
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Why yes, I have been ignoring this blog for a few weeks now. I’m still alive, just decided my muse needed some time away from the writing to recharge and reinvigorate. I’m back in Alberta, just travelling locally at the moment. I promise I’ll catch up my adventures eventually. In the meanwhile I’m getting other things done, and entertaining myself watching The 8-bit guy, a nostalgic trip back into the dawn of personal computing for me. Check him out if you want to see videos about your favorite old computer system.
My first full day at Dolores River boat Launch dawned refreshingly cool – but with a promise of heat to follow judging by the blue skies and already warming sun. My plan today was to explore the local area a bit. If I found a promising trail into the valley, I might do a longer hike the following day and see how far down up the river I could get. My days ended up even having some unexpected bonuses! Continue reading
Sign on the Bedrock store
My journey south was about to take an eastward leg into the hills. No more flat plane driving for me, it was going to be windy roads, mostly off the Interstates. The googles was taking me toward Albuquerque, New Mexico mostly by the paths less traveled which was fine with me. I was sure to see more interesting stuff, and stop at things more than just another rest stop on the Interstate. I just have to make sure I do a left turn at Albuquerque.
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I had lots of power beside my boondocking spot
My travels down to Utah followed Interstate 15 for the most part. I was doing a short hop today as I also was doing a grocery run and dumping my tanks. FreeRoam had pointed out a BLM dispersed camping spot beside the lake. But looking at it on the map I saw that I might be able to camp on the other side of the road further away from the lake against the hills. A view of the campers far away was preferable to being among them for me.
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Snow is still chasing after me as I go south
I’ve left Montana and am back in Idaho, not far from Idaho Falls. The highway has been blissfully empty until now, but this area has more people and more traffic on the highway. I see a cop’s lights up ahead, but there is just enough traffic that I can’t pull over to the left lane and keep up my speed. So I slow right down to pass them. I see the cop has a partly restored old Camaro pulled over. I can’t believe what I see next. Continue reading
