We couldn’t go Westward Ho in our modern covered wagon without paying homage to those who went before us in the first covered wagons. So, we stopped at the California Trail Interpretive Center in Elko, NV on our way toward Yellowstone.
Between 1841 and 1869, up to 250,000 people sold their belongings, packed wagons, and set out for the 2,000-mile journey to California. This center tells their story. Because of its smaller size, you can visit it all in an hour or two. Of course, if you want to explore more, there’s plenty to keep your interest.
Ross got sidetracked by the antique gun expert who was visiting with an entire table of guns. That was fine because Ethan and Autumn got sidetracked outside with the horses. Autumn was especially delighted with a short ride around the field.
I enjoyed the reconstructed wagons, as well as the sample abodes of the Native Americans. The natural landscape in this region is sparse, with no trees. So, it was interesting to see how the Indians built their domed homes by intertwining branches from small sagebrush.
We not only had a great time, but this museum – run by the Bureau of Land …
We left Yosemite and began the long drive toward Yellowstone. Along the way, we stopped in Virginia City, NV – an old mining town. It was a great way to spend a couple of hours and stretch our legs. It would have also been a great way to spend a lot of money visiting tourist traps, if you weren’t careful.
I was pleased with the one mine tour and the one history museum we chose. They were worth the money.
After the tours, we wandered the sidewalks of buildings built in the late 1800’s. Although there were modern businesses inside, the exteriors remained the same. In fact, the interiors of most were also intact. The old saloons with their magnificent bars had been turned into small casinos and restaurants.
Getting into town was also an adventure. There was a steep grade going into town on a narrow road. We didn’t see the “no RVs” sign until too late. Let’s just say that when we left town – we took the truck route down the mountain.
Westward Ho!…
More driving, more fighting for parking spaces at the trailheads, more hiking, more phenomenal views.
At one point, I was walking along a wooded path near one of the lodges. I had been been looking down. When I happened to glance up, there was a huge mountain of granite dominating my view, It was amazing. “El Capitan” is truly the captain.
For a few minutes, I’d forgotten where I was. El Capitan was a great reminder of the awesomeness of nature – right in front of me.
We left Yosemite through the East entrance and stayed nearby at the Mono Vista RV Park. Ross did some laundry. I paid $4 for WiFI, but still no luck. It has been days since I’ve had a connection – either WiFi or cellular. (And, that explains why these posts continue to be dated weirdly.) Trust me. I’m doing the best I can.
Westward Ho!…
We couldn’t get the kids to leave the KOA playground this morning. Personally, I should’ve left sooner. We were playing family tag. In my eagerness to evade Ethan, I zoomed down the slide in a hurry. My mistake was placing my elbows on the slide. I landed at the bottom of the slide with two badly burned elbows and the sad knowledge that Ethan had tagged me by a hair.
(P.S. Even multiple daily applications of aloe didn’t help a lot. After 2 weeks, the scabs were finally healing. Yes, I’m a wimp. But, I’m telling you – those elbows hurt for days.)
We drove an hour back into the park. (If you aren’t staying IN the park, there’s no place close to stay OUTSIDE the park.) Along the way, the Merced River accompanied us. Huge boulders dotted the middle of the river for miles.
Frankly, the river wasn’t that wide. It was more like a big creek. But, I’ll refer to it as a river to avoid another feud with Ethan!
We stopped for a quick photo . . . and stayed for hours. We walked down a short, steep incline to feel the water temperature. It was ice …
We ended our 7-hour drive from Las Vegas to Visalia (near Sequoia) with . . . a traffic jam. We were stuck in traffic for 1 hour and 45 minutes – due to a haz mat spill on the freeway. Poor Ross. He was tired before we hit the jam.
While we sat (and I mean literally sat without moving), I discovered another advantage to the RV – access to food and water. Plus, we could drink the water without fear of repercussions – because we had a BATHROOM. At one point, Ross left the driver’s seat and used the facilities. You can’t do that in a car.
Before we reached the traffic jam, we had been driving by farms for miles around Bakersfield. It was fascinating because each small grove of orange trees was at a different stage of growth.
We could see what the trees look like in all phases – as baby saplings stuck in white tubes, as little “toddlers” starting to spread out, as teenagers almost ready, and as mature adults heavy-laden with fruit. It was like a science class in the real world.
When we finally arrived at the Visalia/Sequoia KOA campground, Eunice was waiting …
After a quick game of morning Frisbee, we reluctantly left the Zion River RV resort. Today was a short drive – about 4 1/2 hours. We took the scenic road to Hoover Dam.
The scenery as we left Zion quickly changed from towering multi-colored cliffs to low meandering hills up close, with less colorful cliffs in the distance.
We left Utah and drove about 40 miles through Arizona before reaching Nevada. Unlike the pine-covered approach to the Grand Canyon North Rim, this land looked exactly like the stereotype of Arizona.
Whereas at other locations, the land at least looked deceptively green, here the land was obviously rocky. The sandy soil was punctuated with short bushes and big rocks.
At Hoover Dam, Ross and Ethan enjoyed walking out on the Pat Tillman bridge. I enjoyed sitting in the RV. (You do remember that story about heights at Mesa Verde, right?) The Dam was impressive. It’s hard to believe they accomplished such an engineering feat in the early 1930’s.
Less impressive was the heat. It was warm that day. As we left and drove toward Las Vegas, the landscape became more rocky and barren. It’s a good thing they made Vegas exciting, …
The past two days of driving were like being at the bottom of a huge bowl that’s rimmed in different colored sides. The view was ever-changing. Some of the cliff tops were flat mesas. Others were jagged ridges. Some of the sides sloped gently like soft mountains, while others provided a sheer drop like angry cliffs.
It seemed we were constantly going up and down. And, I mean serious elevation changes (not some wimpy little hills). Some days we’d go up to 8800 feet and then back down to 4000.
We were tired of going up and down and around. We needed a break!
We stopped at the Zion River RV Resort. The campground was ringed by multi-colored cliffs. The hues ranged from gray to tan to beige to red. Some were dotted with green trees and shrubs. Others were bleak and barren.
There was a big creek (or small river – depending on your perspective) running behind the camp. Ethan told me I’d give the poor river an inferiority complex, if I didn’t stop calling it a creek. So, I’ll refer to it as a river from now on.
The RIVER looked like the scene out of a Western …
Instead of the light at the end of the tunnel, I saw the light in the SIDE of the tunnel. That was certainly a first for me. I had never seen “windows” in a tunnel before.
At Zion National Park, the 1.1 mile tunnel, which was built in 1930, ran through the side of a cliff. At every curve in the tunnel, there was a huge arch that opened in the side of the tunnel – measuring about 20 feet across and 14 feet high. This provided daylight that shined on the curve to help motorists see.
When we arrived on the other side of the tunnel and looked up the side of a sheer cliff, we could see one of the open archways.
By the way, this tunnel charges a $15 fee for RVs. Also, if the RV is more than 11 feet tall, you must drive through the middle of the tunnel – which turns the tunnel into a one-way route. This means that vehicles must stop at the tunnel opening and wait for traffic coming the other way.
Keep this in mind, as I tell the rest of this story.
We had already selected the trail we …
Woohoo it’s a hoodoo! The rock formations in Bryce Canyon are called “hoodoos.” These are tall spires that protrude from the bottom of the canyon and have varying thicknesses, creating interesting shapes.
Bryce and Grand might both be called canyons, but that’s where the similarities end. Whereas the Grand Canyon is so huge that it’s hard to comprehend, Bryce Canyon is more “manageable.”
We decided to hike to the canyon floor. The red rock formations were fascinating, and their appearance changed, depending on our perspective.
We began by looking down on the hoodoos from the top of the ridge. Then, as we descended, we walked beside them. Finally, we arrived at the bottom of the canyon and were looking up at the formations.
The intriguing formations fueled our imagination. We could see everything from a castle to Thor’s hammer. At one point, Ross claimed he saw a bowling pin, while Ethan and Autumn argued it looked more like a fried chicken leg. I think they were getting hungry. Or, maybe they just like to argue. (Probably both!)
The kids also had fun playing and posing for pictures in the the arched “doorways” and rocky crevices.
The steep hike back up …
Day 4
A “Grand” Father’s Day at the Grand Canyon
Not many dads can say they celebrated Father’s Day in as grand a way as Ross did today. We took him to the Grand Canyon. I hope he appreciated the view, because that was also his gift – considering we forgot his present amidst all the chaos of leaving for the trip.
We chose to visit the North Rim of the Grand Canyon, instead of the traditional South Rim. It’s harder to get there, which means fewer crowds.
As we drove the last 45 miles, it was hard to believe you were in Arizona. The North Rim Plateau is covered in green meadows and pine trees.
Our first stop was the Lodge. Upon entering the sunroom, we were facing a wall of windows, two-stories tall. They provided us with our first stunning view. It was like watching a movie of the Grand Canyon at the IMAX – only this was real.
When we walked out the sunroom doors and onto one of the viewing platforms, Ethan commented, “I imagined it being big, but I had no idea it would be this big.”
We selected one of the hiking trails and …