Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Monument Valley or the bumpiest road in the west

This morning we took the dogs for a walk and our little buddy Tanner just couldn't seem to get his breath.  Even after coming back to the AC he just kept panting.  Since he was having one of his bad days we changed our plans a little so we could stay with him.  We drove to Monument Valley to check out some of the rock formations just across the border in Utah.  Our thinking was the dogs could come with us and after we drove the 120 miles to get there they could do the 17 mile drive around the rock formations. Well, other than some delays due to some road work we had no issues getting to Monument Valley.  However, once we arrived we started the 17 mile tour down the bumpiest dusty road you could imagine.  I am not talking pot holes I'm talking rocks sticking out of the ground 12 inches or more.  There were other cars doing this but due to the rocks sticking up everywhere I didn't feel comfortable doing this for 17 miles in our vehicle since it sits fairly low to the ground.  I think this is the Navajo way of forcing you to take a guided tour sitting in the back of an over sized pickup truck eating red dust.  If we didn't have the dogs with us this is what Huli and I would have done.  So we pulled over took pictures and turned around and left. You could probably see most of the rocks from where we were but they were off in the distance.

One observation about the Navajo is they are penny wise and dollar foolish.  They need more people to go to business school because they suck at running businesses.  I saw this in Flagstaff, Santa Fe, Page, and now again in Monument Valley.  They hold you up at a gate for $5, or charge you $5 for a mandatory tour guide, or try to sell you Indian jewelry or Indian artifacts.  They have a captive audience where they could make 10 times what they do just for satisfying some basic human needs without charging an entry fee.  They build new buildings and then dedicate much of it to little rooms open on one side where they sell artifacts on tables the same way they do by the side of the road.  I got side tracked let me move on.

On the way home we got about 20 miles from the valley outside a little town called Kayenta, Arizona and saw a native American lady hitch hiking.  Huli and I looked at each other and thought why not.  This would give us an opportunity to learn a little something about this person and tell her a little something about ourselves.  Huli was holding Sydney anyway so there was room in the back seat for our new "friend".  After Latisha, a Navajo Indian,  was in the car for five minutes Huli and I looked at each other and mentally telegraphed WTF were we thinking?  When you look up Indian on the hooch in the dictionary I think Latisha's picture also comes up with it.  It just so happens she was going to Page so we had 100 miles to talk.  She had four different crying episodes about her five kids who no longer live with her (the court took them away).  After getting over one of her crying episodes she ask us about smoking pot.  I told her I did when I was young but didn't for many years until after I retired.  I explained to her that while I was working I would tell people when I retire I was going to drink beer, smoke pot, and drive a motorhome down the road.  Well for the first two plus years we were pulling a fifth wheel instead of driving a motorhome.  She then asked if we had any rolling papers to which we said no, then she asked about a pipe, or an empty pop can.  We said no, no, and no, not with us in our car.  Yet she wonders why she lost her kids.  After three more crying episodes about her mom, step dad, two husbands and five kids, totaling her car which had zero insurance,  we were finally back in Page.  She told us so many stories she couldn't keep them straight and only half of them could be true.  She was a mess.  She said she hitch hikes to Page and back to her home town two to three times per week.  While in Page she stays in a house where she rents a room for $100 per month. 

Here are the pictures for today it was kind of dusty at the Monument Valley.  Tomorrow is Huli's birthday.  We are going to do some hiking around some rock formations around Page and go out for dinner.  The route 89 detour kind of screwed us up visiting certain sites from Page like the north rim of the Grand Canyon.  We may still be able to do that from Cedar City, Utah.














 After a while you felt like if you've seen one rock you kinda seen em all.

You frequently see horses by the road with no fences.


Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Our Trip to Page Arizona

 Today we left Williams after some good times and great experiences for our new destination which is Page, Arizona.  Page is around 217 miles away from Williams and the trip was beautiful.  We had a 49 mile detour since part of the road on Highway 89 south of Page slide down the mountain but this may have made our drive even more scenic.

Leaving Williams is kind of bitter sweet.  I won't miss the 7000 feet elevation but I will miss the cool temperatures.  Page is lower in elevation, about 4300 feet, which makes breathing for a fat guy a little easier.  While the elevation in Page went down the temperature shot way up.  This evening while we were taking a ride around town to check things out it was 103 degrees.  People say yes, but it's a dry heat.  I say it may be dry but it is still hot as hell.

I don't think Europe is suffering from an economic slow down to the extent some parts of the U.S. are due to the number or European tourists that we have encountered on our travels.  At the south rim of the Grand Canyon I would estimate 75% of the people we were in contact with were from Europe. In the RV park today I have also met several other families from Europe.

Here are the pictures from our travels today.  Hope you like them.

 

We saw a lot of solar panels on roofs or in yards today.  On houses like this one it was to reduce their electric bill but on some of the houses on the Navajo land it was used because they lived in too remote of an area to have electricity.  At least that's what we were told by a lady who ran a Navajo jewelry stand.



 
 
 This was neat to see.  Huli grabbed the camera and got this picture that came up on us really fast.  The person was actually chasing about five horses but we didn't have time to get off another picture.
 

 
 
Route 89 had passing lanes every so many miles but on highway 160 and 98 it was pretty much just two lanes and you passed as you could.  I got passed much more than I passed.  In fact I passed one semi truck and trailer.  You don't typically do much passing in a motorhome.   I am not sure how we finished up for miles per gallon.  I checked it periodically and we were getting around 8.3 to 8.5 but I didn't check after we pulled in to our site to see what the final figure for the day was.  I ran 66 mph when I was able to. 

 
 
This coal fired power plant is just a few miles from the dam.  I believe the dam is why the town of Page, AZ was originally established.

This is the view from the front of our motorhome sitting at the picnic table.
 
 
We went for a ride at around 4:30 pm here which is 7:30 back in Warsaw.  Sure glad to see it is cooling down.  It's only 103 now.
 
This is the Glen Canyon dam on the Colorado River which is just down the street from where we are staying.  This dam is what formed Lake Powell.  The dam construction was started in 1956 and finished in 1966.  






 

Monday, July 29, 2013

Our last day in Williams, Arizona

After breakfast we rode our bikes into Williams and then walked around town for quite a while.  We went into many of the shops but they all had pretty much the same stuff.  We stopped for a refreshment in a biker saloon one block off the main street of town.  Since we didn't do anything else worth mentioning today's pictures are primarily from the inside of this establishment.  After lunch/supper back at the motorhome we plan on taking a car ride out in the mountains around Williams.  Tomorrow it is on to Page, AZ.  Enjoy the pictures.

You know you have too much time on your hands when you can spend an hour in the afternoon talking to a bartender named Rebel and taking pictures of little signs hung up on the walls of the bar.


 The entertainment has gone to the dogs this afternoon.



 


I guess pretty much anything goes around here.

 
We told them ours were locked up on the main street of town about a block away.
 


 
 
 
 

Rebel has 11 siblings and one of her sisters is named Yankee.  You can't make that kind of stuff up.