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Fulltimers/Workampers the final frontier. These are the voyages of the RV Winnabago. The Adventurers mission is to seek out paying jobs around the country and to boldly go over some really big mountains and once in a while go to Florida and see our son.



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Sunday, May 9, 2010

Going to Yellowstone Part 2


With a few hours left we decided to seek out a "deserted" ghost town called Silver Reef. In the early 1900's this was home to some 200 prospectors and their families. But as the price of silver started to decline and the threat of worker strikes loomed large, the mine was closed allowing the infrastructure to fall into disrepair. I put deserted in quotations above as the site now lays claim to several high dollar homes with impressive views in all direction of the mountains. This is recycling at its best!

Day five had us on the move northward as the environment of Yellowstone grew larger trough our windshield to the world while the Sonoran Desert diminished to a single grain of sand in our rearview camera.
We stopped to take on fuel when an attendant noticed abnormal ware on one of our front tires. It turned out to be belt separation and very likely could have resulted in tire failure shortly down the road. To alleviate that worry we replaced both front seven year old tires to the tune of some $1400.00. Sometimes you feel at the mercy of the road and those along it, but what price safety and the confidence to tackle the upcoming mountainous challenge? As a side note, the tire tech was named RALPH...dad always did cover my back!

Story by Al and Photos by Jan











Our Trip to Yellowstone Part 1




















Once again we emerge from the desert southwest like a butterfly from its desiccated cocoon.This time our destination is a little corner of Northwest Wyoming called Yellowstone.For those of you who don't know, state route 95 is split into an Arizona branch and a California branch.

On our first day we opted for the California side. Believe me the west side is certainly not the best side as this was one of the roughest roads here-to-fore on this leg of our journey. We can certainly say that California is truly broke (in more than one way). Day one drew to a close at one of our favorite way-points, Cal-Nev-Ari. This little speck on the map is a community of some 400 people set on US highway 95 about 70 miles south from Las Vegas, Nevada. Cal-Nev-Ari was created in the mid 1960’s by Nancy and Slim Kidwell, who acquired a 640 acre section of land (and water rights) from the U.S. Government and commenced development of an airport-based community. In addition to the FAA designated airport, the community has grown over the years to include a casino, motel, RV and mobile home parks, convenience market, and over 100 residential lots. This little respite prepared us for a full bored non-stop run through Las Vegas to start day two. By the way, with Slim and Mary getting up in years, the town is for sale.


We almost cleanly escaped the vices of Vegas when we were beset by one of the ten plagues of Egypt. Just north of the city on Interstate 15, what initially seemed to be an instantaneous and furious deluge of rain from a pop-up storm turned out to be thousands of airborne "bugs." The assaulting arthropods produced an auditory semblance to hail upon the front of the coach, covering just about every inch of the windshield.

To shake off the frantic first days of our journey, we decided to spend the next three days in Leeds, Utah as a home base to do a little sightseeing. This little shot in the dark park, nestled in the heart of Dixie's Color Country at the base of Pine Valley Mountain, proved to be a pleasant surprise.

With limited time, we decided to cram visits to two National Parks, Zion and Bryce, in one day. Words can not do justice to these national treasurers, so I will defer to our photographic journal. The commonality of both parks is the fact that one can get so close to the geological immensity housed by both. The proximity tricks the brain as it tries to align size and perception, resulting in a sensation of extreme dizziness.
We were so close to the precipice presented that I chewed up a pair of underclothing as the awe of the environment forced me to my knees, not in prayer, but rather for emotional stability.



















Two major rock formations were evident. Bryce is noted for "Hoodoos." Hoodoos are tall skinny spires of rock that protrude from the bottom of arid basins and "broken" lands. The formations range in size from that of an average human to heights exceeding a 10-story building. Formed in sedimentary rock, hoodoo shapes are affected by the erosional patterns of alternating hard and softer rock layers. The name given to the rock layer that forms hoodoos at Bryce Canyon is the Claron Formation.

This layer has several rock types including siltstones and mudstones but is predominantly limestone. Thirty to 40 million years ago this rock was "born" in an ancient lake that covered much of Western Utah. Minerals deposited within different rock types cause hoodoos to have different colors throughout their height. You better enjoy these sights while you can as these structures a reasonably "soft" and will eventually succumb to the forces of nature and could disappear in as little as three-million years. The formations in Zion, appear as colorful piles of sand. At one time they were just that, piles of sand. Mineral rich floods of water eventually "froze" these piles in time to solids no longer easily molded by nature and time. Nature now takes on the role of artisan tweaking the shapes to her liking.
Story by Al and Photos by Jan