Arizona – we finally leave, but it was not easy…….

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY PHYLLIS XX

Having spent over a month in Arizona (2 separate occasions) we really loved it there and were sad to have to leave. In fact we loved it so much we have bought a house – more later : ) Why do we keep going on about Arizona so much… numerous reasons but they include; Amazing jaw dropping scenery from sand dunes to white snow capped mountains and huge holes in the ground. OK, no sea or coast but some very big lakes and an almighty river – the dammed Colorado. The climate is a ‘pick and mix’ with latitude and altitude combining to offer a truly mind blowing range of alternatives all year round. Tourism has four ‘High’ seasons. Winter Sun (Southern Arizona, 100ft above sea level), Winter Ski (Northern, 8,000ft), Spring (Central, 3,000ft) and Summer (Northern, 6000ft +). It is possible to mix sun and snow, desert and forest, hiking in T shirt and shorts and/or jeans and coats all in one day! Perfect for RVer’s – if you don’t like the look of things at breakfast a couple of hundred miles and it’s totally different by night fall. Arizona is moderately low cost and even has some culture in the main cities (Phoenix and Tucson). So we enjoyed sunny, warm days, blue sky - Spring every day : ) It’s quirky - just look at the place names you can drive through… Why, Sells, Dateland, Show Low, Snowflake etc. Maybe a tour of your inner self at the Sedona Vortexes – ‘one of the few places on Earth where there are numerous areas of concentrated spiritual energy’ (Yeah, right - that explains why we both had migraines that week!) Even though it is not unusual to come across a town that was first settled in 1985 there is history. History in real Western towns (cowboy western),13 Indian reservations and Mormon colonies where you can still see the children playing Mummy…Mummy, Sister Mummy and Daddy. Yes, polygamy is against the law in the US but so is shooting female Senators but that happen in Tuscon (Obama came to the funeral) while we were there. Then there are scorpions, rattlesnakes, drunk all male ‘boaty’ parties, the hunting, shooting and Off Highway Vehicle (OHV) brigade… Oops… Did we mention the Grand Canyon and the other National parks? Our last destination in Arizona was Lee’s Ferry… a tiny dot on the map… multi coloured canyons rising 3000ft out of the Colorado with several full car park and no people… no one anywhere, nobody? We discovered after a day or so that it was the only staging point for Colorado rafting trips (private and commercial) down along the Colorado through the Grand Canyon. The amount of noise these guys make when they finally get going you would think that they had been waiting a couple of years in anticipation of the experience of a lifetime. Er… close, it’s a 10 year wait (only 2 parties allowed to leave each day – 4 in summer) and then ‘they’ had to rewrite the scale to allow for the level of danger on the main rapids in the Canyon. So some of these guys and girls have been planning this trip since they were 10… anymore ‘whooping’ anyone? Looking at their kit all laid out (what looks like Christopher and Logan’s inflatable that they bought in Ibiza, toilet paper, 10 cases of beer and a case of vodka) and the power of the river, I can only think it must be like hanging on to a rubber ring in a washing machine during a fast spin with a beer in one hand and a very bad hangover... for 14 days. Kate, we were only joking about buying a house, Mummy is coming home! However, we did do the interested buyer bit with the estate agent. You can see we were ideally looking for a little ‘do upper’ light and airy, a garden, good views of the river (large picture widow maybe) own car parking space, short walk to the shops and a scenic area for the dustbin. We found one with an interesting patio room but I considered the widow frames were rotten and would have needed replacing. Jane fell in love with a small stone built cottage and seemed convinced that Norm would be happy to fix the roof vents. As the family would want to visit we were overjoyed when we realised that there was a good sized shed that Anth could help me sort out and even a outside loo for Mother to re-live her childhood at Rose Cottage. Our favourite had a good size bedroom for Kate and Taryn to share (too much white) and an outside den for the boys (just don’t forget to check for rattlesnakes before bedtime). Although we loved the backwoods feel of some dwellings and even found one that had a pick-up truck thrown in (owner said that it may need new tyres) the uneven car park and long walk to the shops (37 miles - impassable due to flooding in winter) made us agree to keep looking.

Stupid half hour over… The night before we left Arizona - Lee’s Ferry… (Google it - very interesting history including, Mormon expansion route ferry, a massacre, Lee’s execution, the two Mrs Lee’s (surprise, surprise), 4 dead Johnson children (diphtheria) a failed gold mine and a steamboat), the wind got up (50 MPH) and our 10 ton bus rocked so much that we both felt sea sick in the morning. As we approached the Arizona, Utah border it snowed and we just got across the mountains as the snow ploughs were going in.

The drive into Utah was a white blur… clearing long enough for us to get a glimpse of the entrance to Zion National Park. We have been looking forward to this one. With its towering snow cover peaks and white valley beyond, Zion looked more like the Ice Kingdom of Narnia but the wardrobe in this RV is not even big enough for a child.

Take Care Den and Jane X

Grand Canyon… WOW!

The facts: 277mile long, 4 – 18mile wide, 3.5miles deep… a gigantic hole on any scale. However, after the initial WOW the overwhelming sensation for us was sadness. Sadness that where you travel on Planet Earth from now on the WOW doesn’t get any bigger than this. If you have been there you will know what we mean. OK, you may consider other wonders more interesting, beautiful or rewarding etc. but nothing, nothing lays bare the fabric (creation or evolution) of Mother Earth like this gapping chasm.

If you haven’t been there yet – put it on your list – last maybe : ). Every picture tells a story but no picture can do this one justice.


After spending three days there we have walked much of the developed / accessible bits along the South Rim (North is still closed due to snow – later maybe), witnessed two sunsets and even walked down into the Canyon (1,000 ft below the rim) along the South Kaibab trail. Unfortunately you need better knees than we have to do the full 13 mile round trip. The trail was good (safe) but muddy or snow / ice in sections and a killer on the way back to the top but does give a fantastic perspective that you can only get from being able to look up as well as down. WOW… … WOW.

The reality of the Grand Canyon is a strange one to take in. To begin with it comes from nowhere… mile after mile of uneventful desert like plateau and suddenly the edge. The sheer scale and scope – all the senses suggests its not for real - like a vast theatre curtain painted by a drug crazed student just hanging there. Colours, layers, angles, shading, lighting all change continuously so you can just stand and stare (with your mouth open) all day without a hint of boredom… if there wasn’t another amazing vista around the next bend to keep you moving. Even in the US – land of the dramatic landscape (we have seen a few already) and Disney like augmented reality the scene laid out before you defies definition… “So that peak over there is 70 miles away… Ipswich to London… no can’t be, surely not?” Enjoy the photo’s : )

As this is a blog – our diary - and not just a travelogue some interesting observations after a few days and restless nights chewing it all over. It was clear, blue sky and sunny (20+C) but snow was all around and as I write this it snowing there again. God knows what this place is like in a snow or thunder storm.
Rumour (confirmed by a ranger we met today) around 6 people loose their lives here every year? With most of it free of barriers, polished rock cliff edges and sheer (500 – 3000ft) drops we are not surprised. People with the parenting skills of a lemming [We had to leave one section as a small girl in oversized snow boot tripped and stumbled around in the little crevices only 2 feet from certain death while her parents watched the ravens soaring overhead. Er Lady…]

Japanese students hanging by their finger tips for a photo to out do their friends only being saved by the arrival of the shuttle bus bringing an end to the madness. [The Japanese are always in a hurry and would never miss the bus to the next stop.] Even though over 20 people are treated for heat exhaustion on a hot day and there are warnings everywhere we see people jogging down the South Kaibab trail and perhaps even more galling that classic Californian dude with shades and flip flops strolling down with no visible water. [remember - muddy or snow / ice in some sections ] Don’t even think about the rapids rafting trips at the bottom of the Canyon, after all the whooping and hollering we witness today (next blog), drowning may be too good for some of them : ).

OOps... as Jane has just pointed out - you even get some idiots sitting on the saftey rail for a photo opportunity!


The developed areas are awash with cars etc, people and shuttle buses – literally 1000,s of people yet the footpaths are empty and only half a mile from the stop you are totally alone. Even that raven you spotted in the distant sunshine continues to grow in size as it comes closer until it’s like a flying sofa bed soaring in the updraft at the edge of the Canyon.
A frighteningly big bird the Condor – 7ft wing span and bloody ugly!





Finally before the Canyon?… for the record…

Dead Horse Ranch State Park (don’t ask) Cottonwood, Arizona, (Busy as Spring Break holiday) and Sedona, Arizona both fantastic ‘red rock’ areas and deserve a page on their own - amazing sculptured red sandstone scenery all around. We walked into Cottonwood along the river. Americans love these quirky little western towns… hippy, artsy, antique, shabby sheik ‘historic’ old towns that always have a town jail. Taryn, you would love the clothes shops : )

Now we are at Lee’s Ferry, Arizona again on the Colorado River not far from the Glen Canyon Dam (Lake Powell)… but that is another blog.

Take care,

Jane and Den X

We strike GOLD at Katherine Landing!

If you have been keeping up with our travels you may remember the last blog found us staying at a Casino in Laughlin, Nevada waiting for the snow to stop in the Grand Canyon. Did we tell you about Den’s ‘counting cards’ scheme to get rich quick at the blackjack tables… moving quickly on but not very far (20 miles) finds us across the border back in Arizona in the American countryside that we came to experience – still waiting for the Grand Canyon to warm up just a bit more (currently around 10C day / -4C night).



Where as our blogs to date have given more of the macro situation – our physical journey, a US state-wide perspective etc this entry offers a feel for the micro side of life on the road. We may be in one place for 10 days but life is far from static as the days unfold in the tiny little community that is Katherine Landing. Named after someone’s daughter, so the story goes… : )




Katherine Landing is on the Arizona bank of Lake Mohave part of the Lake Mead State Park. All the lakes are man made with the once mighty Colorado River having been dammed in no less than four places in this stretch alone. These Lakes are big. Lake Mead alone is supposed to have more coastline than the whole of California! They call it coastline and even talk about the beach… beach?? – it’s nothing like the Felixstowe we remember.



Katherine was the site of a gold mine and like all gold mines in the USA closed in 1942 as they were not considered critical to the war effort. Katherine Landing is a pretty little place with numerous sandy coves surrounded by hills and distant mountains with snow on them when we got here and fringed with palm trees. The 24hr bright neon signs, tarmac and slot machine chatter has been replaced with bird song, hills walks, moonlight and coyote howls.

After spending 10 days here we have grown attached to the place as we have walked a lot of the trails over the hills and around the lake and being entertained by an amazing (mad) Irish woman from Dublin. Bridget – one of 16 children (only 10 survived), moved to the US in 1958 so she could marry an Irish protestant (Bill). They have four daughters (our age) all who can apparently talk you to death – just like their mother!! Bill, as you would expect said very little – poor sod.

When we first arrived it didn’t look too promising. Pretty enough but nothing more than an old ghost mine, an RV campsite, boat launch / small marina and house boat rental and repair business. OK it’s got a bar (closed until April) a ship themed restaurant (yawn...) with not a single vegetarian option… oh, except a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch. It did have a shop… that sells flip flops, milk and matches. Life on a houseboat must be one long party : )

We spent Day One walking the hills and moaning about a very loud mouth American woman nearby and her bloody dashound that barked at everything that moved. By Day Three we have found some fantastic walks to isolated coves in warm sunshine. A trip to that old mine site that morning and to our utter amazement I found a rock the size of a chicken’s egg with tiny flakes of gold in it. GOLD… just after we took the attached photo of my ecstasy, Jane picks up a piece the size of a football also riddled with small flakes of gold! (well she would, wouldn’t she……..). Gold Fever was taking hold, with us looking around as we stuffed about 20Kg of rock into my pack before anyone came along - as you do… and then a long laboured walk back to the RV.

By Day 8 we are having fun – researching Katherine mine (it produced over $2m of Gold 1940 prices) braking up the rock and panning for gold - tricky with a hammer, tweezers and a plastic bucket - but great fun. We now have a small container full of something that looks like gold (in solution) even if it is only a couple of grams in weight. After a couple of days you can see why most prospectors’ who made a claim died disillusioned and broke - BT was a far easier option. That loud American woman… yes, she turned out to be Irish! and we are sitting drinking G&T watching the sunset with her and her husband looking at wedding photos of her girls! While the bloody dog (Willy) still barked at anything that moved. Jane’s told me I can’t do my ’the little prick’ joke. Funnily enough we were even a bit sad when they left to head back to their ranch in Oregon.




So after 6 months of going somewhere we have finally relaxed into the fact that it’s not how far or how fast you go… it’s how you go about it. The whole valley is riddled with gold – fools gold most of it – but you are never going to get rich chasing gold.



Our gold strike at Katherine Landing was in fact much simpler… meeting and greeting strange, interesting people, walking across the hills, stunning mountain backdrops, sunsets over the lake and a beautiful multi-coloured carpet of wild flowers as spring unfolded in front of our eyes in the previously barren desert. All pure gold : )




However, as Jane has just pointed out, my attempt at ‘life coach’ metaphors and poetic imagery is all very well, but we are in the USA to do the National Parks, including the Grand Canyon! With this comment still ringing in my ears we have finally booked an RV site at the Canyon from March 14th only hope the weather gets it’s act together……….

Take care

Den and Jane X

55… still Laughlin… but who shot the baby burro (donkey)

With snow at the Grand Canyon and night temperature around -10C and gas (petrol : ) at £2 a gallon we decided to ‘hole-up’ at our favourite Casino in Laughlin, Nevada and use our newly acquired skill at the Blackjack tables. (We have downloaded a casino rules Blackjack trainer as part of a master plan to get back on budget)

Laughlin is on the Nevada side of the Colorado river with the twin town Bullhead City sitting on the opposite bank in the no gambling state of Arizona. Laughlin is evidence that the American dream was once a reality even if the word reality is a little lost on Laughlin. The story goes that in 1966 a 33 year old Don Laughlin a Las Vegas card dealer bought an isolated, run down motel for $35,000 across the river from an expanding Bullhead City. Arizona could not get enough of Laughlin’s ‘casino’ with its free river taxis and low cost meals and accommodation if you needed it. Business was so good that over the next 40 years Laughlin built a complete 24hr mini Vegas with over 10 major casinos (including one he still owns), 12,000 residents and 3m visitors a year. The packaged motel /alcohol /gamble model worked so well that he has become a very rich man… so rich that he has personally funded $1m of road improvements, built a bridge over the Colorado ($3m) and $6m to expand the airport so he could use the big jet airliners to market fly/gamble packages across the US. This is America!

Before you think we have won the lottery or lost it…

We are staying at the Casino… but in the RV Resort (which doubles as the Car Park :) for the week because at $5 day it’s a cheap, safe place in the centre of town while we do a bit of people watching after so long being surrounded by rocks and cacti. To add insult to injury the Lonely Planet quote… ‘Laughlin a down-home gambling type of place – think burgers, Budweiser and penny slot. It attracts an older, more sedate crowd- the kind of folks looking to gamble in a city without all the sin’ OK, YES - I know I am 55!

So Den’s 55th Birthday… a bit of present opening in bed with a camping lamp balanced on your head (as you do). Then off down the famous Route 66 road to Oatman, Arizona. Oatman is straight out of a Western movie… but it’s for real (well mostly – back to America and reality). It was a successful ($36m @ 1930 prices) gold mining town with a population of over 12,000 when in 1942 Congress decided that Gold mining was no longer essential for the war effort.

The population declined to around 250 who make a living out of our interest in the past. It’s a low key place with an authentic ghost town (shabby chic) look and feel (more Thorpeness than Disney) that manages to attract 500,000 people like us who come for the Route 66 association, a daily gunfight and wild burros.

The burros descendents were supposedly abandoned when the mines closed) who roam the main (only) street and can attack visitors on sight (or smell) of food.

The gunfight is hilarious even down to the warning (especially for California’s : ) that they are firing blanks and there is no danger or any need for anyone to fire back.

Unfortunately when the guns come out someone gets hurt - this time an innocent bystander - poor little baby burro : (.

After lunch and Birthday cake (coffee and walnut… made from scratch… no packet… a very, rare thing in the US - Thanks Jane X) in this one horse town it was home (RV - car park) for mojito’s and Italian meal in the Casino. These places are huge and the Tropicana Express (ours) has 7 restaurants’ to choose from! Den’s 55th Done.

As it’s my Birthday and I am allowed to be as long winded as I wish…

Gambling… we just don’t get it. Why do people do it??
Some sit with their credit cards in the slot machines and play hour after hour… after hour. If you must gamble Blackjack (think pontoon with hand signals) is your game. The house advantage is only around 1% (it’s up to 20% on many other Casino games) but if you count cards [think Dustin Hoffman… film, Rain Man] you can even tip the odds in your favour… and then they kick you out… for WINNING. What the… Our final analysis? Counting cards is virtually impossible without cheating (computer etc)... if you gamble you loose – it is only a question of when and how much.

Visiting or just driving through towns like Oatman is just like revisiting the Wild West we all read about as kids or watched as Hollywood turns fact into entertaining fantasy. In these places the classic ambush oozes from behind every boulder, with burly men and dusky voices carrying on the wind as imaginary gunfire echoes down the canyon - but only at 12:00 and 3:30pm – extra performances at weekends : ) Seriously you could have a really great holiday (fly / drive) just tracking down and touring the context of the really interesting Western history or even just Hollywood’s take on the folklore. It is possible to visit the jail that Billy the Kid broke out of or follow the travels of Wild Bill Hicok or see where Jessie James was assassinated. Tombstone still has an OK Corral for the budding Wyatt Earp’s – most of it still here (although this is America so someone will be cashing in somewhere). History comes alive in this young country in a way we are just not used to or prepared for… When Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid was made (St George, Utah - not far from here) in 1969 Butch’s sister, Lula Parker Betenson, was 86 and talked to the cast and even endorsed the film much to the delight of the Studio as the critics slammed the film – what did they know – Great film. With no TV we have been reading and watching some DVD’s and revisiting some great old films etc.

Thank You all for my Birthday wishes.

Please note no burros were hurt in the making of this blog.

Den and Jane X

California – cool… but Valentine pyjamas save the day

After 5 months dodging the cold fronts one finally caught up with us in California and we froze for 3 nights. Although the days were warmish the nights were a killer. The 1st night we were at over 4000ft and it was a shock as the temp went way below freezing (-7C?) and the following morning (it was a long, cold sleepless night) everything was frozen even inside… even water in the kitchen sink. A look at the forecast resulted in a trip to Walmart to buy more layers… and we ended up buying each other Pyjamas for Valentine ’s Day.

Romance can only start when your teeth stop rattling in your mouth : )

We were not the only ones suffering everyone was a bit shell shocked by the cold including the 2 lads who parked next to us in the car park… using our RV to shelter from the biting wind while they cooked themselves breakfast (stove on the tarmac) after a night camping on the mountain!
California… we are undecided about it. If Texas was a big, brash, friendly used car salesman then California is more your smug, tanned, good looking guy sitting in the corner with shades on and perfect teeth. He says he an out of work actor but you know deep down that he will still be serving up Big Mac’s in ten years time. California looks good and in many ways is too perfect… its expensive and cold behind that polished smile – bit too much up it’s own arse maybe?



So where have we been… Few days in Joshua Tree National Park (Cottonwood)… down to Salton Sea (salt lake - smelly)… Anza-Bortegga State Park (primitive camping – miles from anywhere / anyone)… back to Joshua Tree (Black Rock Canyon – cold!)… Mojave Desert National Park (Kelso Dunes… sand)… Death Valley (6 days split between Furnace Creek and Stovepipe Wells).

Death Valley is unique – if you have been you will know what we mean. A totally alien landscape... it is like no other place on earth. It’s hot 80F, over 200ft below sea level and staggeringly beautiful. It seems remote - you can walk / drive all day and see hardly anyone and yet go back to your camp for a cold beer and watch a marathon race finish at the campground – only in America.

We both agreed that for sheer scale (you can see for over 100miles), scope (every rock and colour under the sun) and wow factor Death Valley was our clear Californian favorite.

Good News - Uncle Sam has extended our Visa so we can stay until the end of Aug 2011.

As it’s too cold to go further North for a month or so we are going to cross into Nevada and head towards Las Vegas (to gamble the rest of the kids inheritance : )… more next time.

Den and Jane X

New Mexico and into Arizona

From Texas the plan was to mess around in New Mexico for a couple of weeks but when we got there the cold front that prompted a quick exit from Texas was threatening to force us into jeans again… so we stayed one night at Rock Hound State park and then into Arizona. Incidentally it is called that because unlike other parks you can legally collect up to 12 lbs of rock from the gem encrusted surrounding mountains… our visit was too brief to find a single diamond - but it was a stunning location.

Arizona was fantastic… no other word for it fantastic!


Take the saguaro (Sa wah roo) cactus - a universal symbol for desert in North America. They look like forests of people standing around on the hills and mountains as far as the eye can see cutting human silhouettes against the sunset sky. The local Indians respect them like people, having just one word for both people and saguaro’s. To them we come from the earth and go back into the earth so they are all part of us and we are part of them – cute!

They are symbolic in many other ways not least patience and passage of time – very little happens quickly in the desert. It takes a saguaro 50 years to grow to six foot and 75 years before they sprout an arm as the grow to a 50ft maximum (200+years)… storing 200 gallons of water from a single rain storm.

Just like most people they can be as prickly as hell if you push for that photo opportunity!

Much of Arizona is a desert and bound to be hell in summer but let’s face it for the 2 weeks that we were there it was warm, in the high 70’s, wall to wall sunshine set in a deep blue sky with just amazing sunsets – every day! What more can one ask for? Occasionally when you travel you can be lucky enough to witness the most unbelievable sunset.

We were lucky in Arizona, the pictures do not do them justice… For the second sunset, by good fortune, we decided to have a BBQ that night as we were camped only 10ft from the Colorado River. We enjoyed a glass of wine (no insects, just perfect)… watching the sun go down with California just 100ft across the river. This RV life has its good and not so good points but it does gives you access to views from your bedroom window that you could never find (or afford) at any hotel anywhere.

We have followed the following route… Kartchner Cavens (Benson) Tucson Mountain Park, Saguaro National Park, Organ Pipe National Monument (Mexican Border issues again), Usery Mountain Park (Phoenix… sunset 1), Alamo Lake (very remote and close up with the coyotes)… Cattail Cove (on Colorado river), Lake Havasu City (think old London Bridge SOLD (moved and rebuilt) by some yanks in the 60’s) and finally La Paz near the Parker Dam on the Colorado again (sunset 2).

After 5 months some stats from Jane’s diary… over 8000 miles across 12 states, staying in 10 National Parks and too many state parks for Jane to count tonight, while spending 25.7% of Chris, Kate, Taryn and Logan’s inheritance… only joking closer to 23% :)

After peering across the Colorado river into California for a week we have taken the plunge after a final look at how strange and quirky Arizona can be by a trip to the world’s largest RV Rally turning the small 4000 population town of Quartzsite into a sea of RV’s parked for miles and miles into the desert… bringing over 300,000 people in them and yes you are right Bob and Mabel’s ville was not for us………………

Arizona we love you!

Jane and Den x

Texas...

We leave Texas more baffled than we would have expected. It started all so stereotypically – cowboy hats, boots and that larger than life southern drawl but it hasn’t really panned out like that after our month long journey in the USA’s 2nd largest state.

It is true to say that Texas is big… very BIG, dry, dusty, flat (mostly), with endless dead straight roads where the perspective offers a shimmering, hypnotic infinity, distorted only by an ever present heat haze. However, scratch below the surface and the almost universal image of Texas as the iconic representation of all things American is just too simplistic. In the Rio Grande valley in December you are more likely to find a Canadian Snowbird or a Mexican drug runner than a Texan!



The remote south and western areas of Texas hide an uncomfortable truth from much of the rest of the USA. The rugged, quiet (and often mountainous) Rio Grande river border is stunningly beautiful but an increasingly unsettled area as the USA comes under attack from drug cartels across the border in Mexico. We heard gunfire everyday (and night) over Christmas at Laredo but everyone tells you the same story – stay on the US side and you are safe – DO NOT go into Mexico! So we didn’t, although we did go within a few inches on a couple of occasions.

The border is the river and at this time of the year you can walk across and illegal immigrants often do. Up until 2002 you could walk across the border – have lunch – and return virtually anywhere. Now the penalty for crossing and then re-entering illegally is 1 year imprisonment!

However, the more significant and subtle attack on the USA from my point of view is the creeping Hispanic influence – most people here are of Mexican extraction and Spanish is the language of the majority of the people in south Texas. The US may have taken Texas from Mexico in 1848 but from what we have seen that may not be the end of it!

Jane has just read the above and said “What a load of pretentious twaddle” - Don’t you just love her!

So after a month in Texas where have we actually been…

We made our way down the Gulf Coast to Galveston Island, Brazos Bend (near Huston), Lake Texana, Lake Corpus Christi, Padre Island, Mustang Island, Kingsville (largest remaining cattle ranch in Texas), Rio Honda for a bit of walking and birding (what us Brits call bird watching :). Then we travelled West along ‘the Valley’ (Rio Grande river valley) from Brownsville to Mission. We camped at two, 500+ private ‘Winter Texan’ full facility type RV resorts. More like an OAP rally and not really us in this hot and heavily developed few miles… but excellent for a bit of Christmas shopping!

Then North to Falcon Dam, Lake Casa Blanca (Laredo, Christmas) then further North to Garner State Park (Concom) and on to Seminole Canyon (New Year).

From Seminole it was West on the 2nd Jan into Big Bend National Park. The park consist of 800,000 acres that includes an entire mountain range and looks likes God’s playground with every geological anomaly you could wish for and a night sky that you could only imagine. It’s a remote park, we were alone for most of the time – not even radio here, no mobile or internet… in fact we did not have any electric or water hook-ups either. We didn’t see any bears or mountain lions – just as well because it’s bad enough when the coyotes start howling (at dusk). It was a good feeling to be able to lock the RV doors and go to bed…

From Big Bend, North again along the Texas Mountain Trail – Alpine then Marfa where we spent all night at the Marfa Lights Viewing Centre watching the unexplained lights. Not sure about aliens but it spooked the RV to the point where the battery died and we were then stuck at the centre alone the following morning – another story.
Finally Fort Davis in the mountains (dinner at mile high Indian Lodge) and the following day a trip to the McDonalds! McDonald Observatory - 7,000 ft, mountain top site to visit worlds 3rd largest telescopes and attend a ‘Star party’ that evening. Amazing – cold, as the party was all outside but included viewing the night sky through several large telescopes… from Orion’s nebula and star nurseries to Jupiter and her four moons – just one word - amazing!

What were our favourite bits of Texas?



Jane…

it had to be Big Bend – clean, clear air, unbelievable night sky and incredible mountain vistas including our hikes to Hot Springs and Santa Elena Canyon in the warm winter sunshine.









Mule deer at Fort Davis (including one particular doe who was keen to have tea with us) and road runners – beep, beep… zoom!

The pictographs (rock paintings) at the Fate Bell shelter in Seminole Canyon.










Den…

Big Bend’s remoteness, little one horse towns and McDonalds Star Party… naturally … Oh and driving the 10 ton tank, 13 miles down the mountain in the dark afterwards in a clean pair of trousers and bicycle clips!






We are now off to New Mexico for a flying visit and then into warmer Arizona as we attempt to out run a cold front (freezing day and night in the mountains and high plains of central USA) Even if we can put up with the cold for a few days the RV's water system can't!

Cheers

Den and Jane X