Nancy's Travelblogue

... there isn't a train I wouldn't take, no matter where it's going. -- Edna St. Vincent Millay

Location: California, United States

Monday, August 29, 2005


With 7000 miles under my belt --umm, under my tires --this summer, I can say with confidence that I am a dedicated ground traveler.

Planes shuttle us from one airport to another, from one city to another, from one hotel or meeting room to another and it hardly matters which one because they all look the same. Are the same. That's not to mention long lines, getting frisked, getting baggage searched, germs on planes, and crowded seats. At least they got rid of the lousy meals; now they don't feed us at all.

It didn't used to be like that. I can remember my very first plane trip, from Kansas City to Grand Junction CO sometime in the 1950s. It was a four propeller plane that seated about 30 passengers. Stewardesses handed out box lunches (as flight attendents do now) and we were given "barf bags" which people really used. It may not sound like the best of times, but for a young child eager to see the world, I relished the magic of stepping onto a plane and being transported within hours from boring old home to grandparents house in the mountains.

In my car I take offwith the wind in my hair, the sun roof open, into the wide blue wherever-my-spirit-leads-me. I'm dangerously tempted by backroads and remote corners. Only in a car on the backroads can you
  • Have breakfast at a remote restaurant on a remote Paiute reservation
  • Get chased by dogs who are herding sheep across a mountain highway
  • Take a look at the petroglyphs at the end of a dirt road
  • Refresh your feet in the Colorado River when the temperature is 100+ in the shade
  • Stand casually in the middle of the highway in the middle of the desert with no one around (see photo above)
  • Watch the moon rise over the dessert and the sky fill up with stars

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Sunday, August 28, 2005


Tioga Pass, Yosemite, a highlight of the trip. Posted by Picasa


Bodie, CA. This was once a mining boom town of more than 10,000 for a short time. It's 10 miles down a dirt road, now in the middle of nowhere. Imagine what it must have been like for settlers in the 19th century. It is very well preserves, as it was left, by the California State Park System.Posted by Picasa


Mono Lake. This is a salt water lake, sister to the Great Salt Lake in Utah, whose water was depleted about 40 years ago when the Los Angeles Water District diverted some of its feeder rivers. This severly depleted the water level of the lake, to the detriment of the local ecosystem. the courts ruled several years ago in favor of the lake, and now the water level is being replenished. My facts are a little fuzzy and it's too late at night for me to do research. At any rate it was a high point of our travels..Posted by Picasa


I captured this sunflower on a glorius sunny morning in Lee Vining, CA, (check webcam) which was, alas, our last day on the roa. This little town on the eastern edge of the Sierra is the point of departure for Mono Lake, Bodie, and Yosemite, all of which we visited.

Sunday, August 14, 2005


I'm back in Oakland, ending one of the best summers of my life and bracing myself for the 8-5 routine which begins tomorrow morning. Our trip from Taos to Oakland was marvelous. Fourteen daysexploring the back roads of the West, and fourteen days without an Internet connection, so no blogging.

There's lots to say about our trip and lots of images to share -- I'll backpost with experiences and photos if I get the time and inspiration, but somehow it isn't the same, now that I'm home. In case I don't get to more details, here is our itinerary:

Taos to Chama, NM. Spent the night at Gandy Dancer B&B. Then took the Cumbres & Toltec Railroad from Chama to Osier and back. It took us deep into the Chama River Valley for some of the most beautiful scenery, as well as back into time to when the West was settled. [photo below]

Chama, NM to Pagosa Springs, CO. This was just a stopover. Pagosa Springs doesn't have a lot in its favor except for the Springs Resort, with 18 different hot pools of different temperatures and sizes, all overlooking the San Juan River. We almost had the place to ourselves at 7 a.m. [photo below]

Pagosa Springs, CO to Gunnison, CO. We traveled up HWy 160 over Wolf Creek Pass [photo below] for some more gorgeous and dramatic scenery. Then we turned onto Hwy 149 which is really a back road, stopped village of Creede, a not-quite ghost town set right against the edge of a canyon. Then through the mountains and a heavy rainstrom, Lake City and on to Gunnison. Not much good to say about Gunnison except for Garlic Mike's Italian Restaurant, which could hold its own in San Francsico, but with the added advantage of sitting on the banks of the Gunnison River for dinner.

Gunnison, CO to Paonia, CO. Via the Black Canyon of the Gunnison. [photo below] This canyon drops up to 2000 feet to the Gunnison River below and is much narrower than other canyons, such as the Grand Canyon. We explored both the southern rim and the northern rim.
The anchor of our itinerary was Paonia, a small town on the Western slope of the Rockies where I lived as a young child, from about 1946-1951. We stayed at the Bross Hotel, an upscale B&B which was a rundown rooming house for seniors in the 40s. the Bross transformation notwithstanding, Paonia has really not changed much in 50 years. The population was 1500 when I lived there; now it is 1600. There is still not a major store or restaurant, and and is the sleepy, slightly depressed town I remember from my early childhood.

Paonia, CO to Moab, UT, via Grand Mesa, connected with I-70 and then the super-scenic route to Moab on 128, via the Colorado River Gorge. Though all scenery must be described in superlatives, this day hit the top. I spent five years of my early life in the shadow of Grand Mesa, but never went there until last week. Since it is one of the world's scenic gems -- an oasis in a desert -- I can only attribute this omission to the primitive state the roads must have been in in the 40s and my mother's reluctance to drive on scary roads (which I have inherited. Thank goodness roads have improved in 50 years, or I would have to curtail my wanderlust).
We bypassed Grand Junction and headed straight for Utah and Hwy 128 through Cisco. I had taken this route before and wanted to show it to Jonathan. We hit the gorge in late afternoon, the river was flowing swiftly, the sun cast shadows on the rocks and it was this desert lover's heaven.
Spent the night in Moab at the Apache Motel, which brags of John Wayne staying there.

Moab, UT to Cedar City, UT. This was a straight ahead driving day across Utah on I-70, at least till we got close to Cedar City. We had to make choices about which of Utah's scenic wonders to inspect. In the end, we bypassed Canyonlands Arches, and Bryce and headed for Cedar Cedar City and Zion National Park. [photo below] However, before we got there we turned off on Hwy 143 to Cedar Breaks National Monument, a geological formation in the shape of an amphitheater 2000 feet deep and three miles in diameter. The experience was especially dramatic because we arrived in the midst of a rain/hail/sleetstorm. It was freezing cold so we went into the visitors' center, stood by the firs and watch the rain, fog and mist fill the red rocks of the amphitheater around us. In fact the storm was severe enough so that the road to Cedar City washed out and we had to take a detour.

...... to be continued.

Wednesday, August 10, 2005


Zion National ParkPosted by Picasa

Monday, August 08, 2005


Kolob Canyon. This is a section of Zion National Park, but the landscape is all its own.Posted by Picasa

Saturday, August 06, 2005


Black Canyon of the Gunnison, CO Posted by Picasa

Wednesday, August 03, 2005


Wolf Creek Pass, CO, just north of Pagosa Springs. Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, August 02, 2005


Pagosa Springs at dusk. The riverwalk along the San Juan (?) River. Posted by Picasa

Monday, August 01, 2005


Cumbres & Toltec Railroad. This photo is take in Osier, CO a stop (they call it a town but it realy isn't) where we had lunch. The lunch was fit for a king, turkey and mashed potatoed, salad bar and homemade deserts. The food and the folks who prepared it all came up a rickety forest road from Antonito, CO.Posted by Picasa