On The Road Again -

It was mid afternoon by the time I left Joplin that Monday, without any clear destination in mind, so long as I kept heading in the right direction. At this late hour, there was no other choice than I-44, despite the tolls.

Lightly travelled on this day, I-44 from Joplin to OKC can best be described as 'drab'. I tried hard to find something interesting, but the only positive was that I was able to set the cruise at 64 and only touch it at the toll booths. So I sat back and let the wheels roll. Of the only two plazas/rest areas along the road, one was closed. With limited access, getting off and back on was not an option. Certainly not a route I would choose if I had the time for the alternatives.

Just as I was approaching OKC, in fact right near where I passed the City Limits sign, I saw an aeroplane, which had obviously not long taken off... still climbing. It caught my attention because it was not one of the latest. It was probably a Boeing, but I have not seen one like it for a very long time. Four wing engines, a slimmer body than modern planes, but what really caught my eye is that there was something ON TOP of this aircraft. Something large and round, just in front of the tail. I wondered if there was a military base nearby, or a NASA base. Never seen anything like it, and of course, was not able to take a photo.

The late departure meant that I landed in OKC in heavy traffic. Finally arrived at the Pilot, a little later than I would have liked. Other than the plane mystery, an uneventful drive.

My 'neighbour' that night was an F350 double cab truck. The back seat was made into a bed and when I met the owner in the morning, I wondered how he could have fit. He was quite a bit taller than what the truck was wide. On top of that, he had a not too small dog travelling with him. Working as a relocator of camping trailers, he was on his way to Chicago to pick up another trailer, but did not yet know where it would take him. He shared my sense of adventure of not knowing where the next vehicle would take him.

Drove from OKC straight through TX to NM.

Lifey

The plane was a Boeing E-3 Sentry AWACS, a radar early warning military aircraft based on the 707. Probably based at Tinker AFB in OKC.

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That's it. Thanks.

I thought it looked like an old Boeing.

Lifey

Interesting, about the F350 crew cab and the guy who slept in the backseat. At least the crew cab seats are a lot more comfortable than the SuperCab, which is more than a bench ... or at least it is, on the older models. Either way, I wouldn't want to sleep on either as a matter of habit!


Donna

The Welcome Centre on I-40 as one enters NM is incredibly helpful with knowledgable staff. The TV is on with the weather channel, and there are comfy chairs to lounge a while; a table with chairs and free wifi. A true rest area and a welcome respite from the unrelenting heat.

Tucumcari was my destination for the end of the day. That place always takes me back to the hit of the 60s..... or was it the 70s.

I had planned to take US-54 south, at Santa Rosa and go by White Sands, but somehow I missed that turn off. On the other hand, while I was in Tucumcari I sent an email to a friend in Albuquerque, whom I had not seen for years.

Along I-40 one is bombarded with the billboards about Flying C Ranch, much the same as Wall Drug on I-90. Another tourist trap I had no interest in visiting.... well, that was, untill the last two billboards which announced that they have free wifi. You can get me with that anytime... anywhere. Then it all came together when I had a response from friend. So that night we had dinner in Albuquerque, and I am yet to see White Sands. There's always next time.

I am constantly surprised by the number of folk I meet along this route who are doing route 66. Two lovely ladies whom I met at the Flying J were doing it as well. They were most excited as to how much of it they had driven and how much they seen and photographed. Searching out the locations was half their fun. They were disappointed with all the negative comments they had heard about the route, including those from others who had set out to drive it. Very adventurous (senior) ladies who had travelled to other places and other routes together.

Before leaving Albuquerque I thought I'd better do some shopping - fuel for my stove, groceries, etc. Got the run-around from some places, but eventually found all I needed.... and more. It was mid afternoon by the time I headed south on the Pan American Highway. There is a truck stop at Socorro - or more correct, 35 miles south of the town - for which I decided to head. However, when I arrived there, it was far from the sort of place where I would like to stay, and continued on to Las Cruces where there was both a Pilot and TA.... right across the road from one another.

This was the day the odometre turned over 130000.

Lifey

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This was the day the odometre turned over 130000.

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Was it 80 something thousand miles when you purchased it !?

Dave.

Dave, not exactly sure, that paperwork is at home. From memory though, the figure of 62517 rings a bell.

Lifey

Along I-25, on the way to Las Cruces there is a rest area in Socorro county which is an interesting place to stop and linger a while. The Walking Sands rest stop is much more than just a rest area, and as such has 9 elevated picnic areas under cover, each with a view over the expansive desert landscape.

My arrival in Las Cruces was again, much later than I would have wished for, especially travelling west when the sun is low at that hour. Spent the night at TA. The Pilot was quite a small truck stop. It was, and had been, a very hot day. I ran the air con for some time to cool the van before retiring.

Next morning I awoke with great concern. I had noticed a bit of numbness in my left arm for a week, coming and going, though increasing in frequency. This Friday I awoke with just about the whole arm feeling numb. I found I still had full use of it, it just felt numb. When I called in at Pilot - I prefer some of their facilities - there, at Subway, was a lady with PARAMEDIC written across the back of her jacket.

Cindy was very helpful going through all the possibilities, but recommended I do get it checked out....... just in case.

Next came hours in the ER at the Mountain View hospital, where they did more tests than I knew existed. Finally Dr Butcher (no joke) walked in and told me I was good to go. Good to travel. Good to drive. Seems all those rear end collisions decades ago, which all resulted in whiplash injuries have finally taken their toll. The arthritis is pinching on a nerve. (Physiotherapist daughter in Melb has recommended exercises to try relief the pressure.)

[If one does not have a heart attack on arrival at hospital, they sure plan on causing one on departure. Getting out my credit card to pay for services, I discovered that it was 3.5 times the credit limit on my card.]

Spent the rest of the day checking out the various places in Las Cruces and making good use of the Library. Dinner that evening was at the only Chinese Restaurant I found open in town. A lovely meal, lovely company and ever so affordable. Back at TA is the first time I slept with the side doors of my van open. (The insect screens have been worth their weight in gold.) I was awoken by thunder and the most brilliant lightning show. When raindrops appeared on the windscreen I figured it might be prudent to close the doors. And went back to sleep.

Lifey

I am SO glad that it wasn't a heart attack or stroke that you were having symptoms. That's what went through my head (since my dad and brother have both been stroke patients, and my husband has heart issues). But yes, medical care is expensive!!!! We are fortunate that we are retired military, so we are covered no matter where we go in the US. I know there are insurance plans for those US citizens who travel to other countries -- do they exist for Australian citizens who travel to the US?


Donna

Anyone, from anywhere, would be a lunatic to travel to the US without medical travel insurance. My insurance company said not to worry, just get them to send it to your home, and put in the claim after you return. (My insurance cost me $435 - 13th July to 17th Sept - after I added the $25 dollars to wipe the excess.

I'm yet to hear about the Dr's bill.

Lifey

Going back over paperwork, I realise there have been a couple of omissions.

Did you know that the largest rocking chair in the world is in central MO somewhere. The sign was in the vicinity of MM 208 on I-44.

Exiting a rest area - no idea where - there was this message:

No matter how expensive
No matter how new
The best safety device
in the vehicle is YOU.

Lifey

Saturday I drove to Lordsburg, where FJ had a Denny's. These usually have wifi, and since I had some urgent phone calls to make home, I was in need of an internet connection. It was well after lunch when I arrived. Dinner time saw me still there. It was air conditioned and the heat outside was becoming a bit too much. I've learned to ignore most of the menus, and stick to my soup and salad.

That night, I again slept with my doors open. Once again we had a spectacular lightning show during the night, at times lighting up the area sufficient to see way out into the desert. One bolt of lightning must have hit close by as the whole area was blacked out for some time.

After checking out this small town and stocking up once again on milk, etc (I must get a larger fridge) I headed off out of town to pick up route 80 south. Such a relief to be off the interstates. Lightly travelled, 80 is a nice, though not spectacular road through the desert, down to Douglas. A handful of trucks use this route to serve Douglas, and the small settlements along the way.

At Rodeo there is a historic marker, marking the railway which ran from LA to El Paso until 1952.

Arriving in Douglas on a Sunday was not the smartest thing I have done. The campground on US-191, just north of town, right by the rangers' office was closed. None of this was on the internet, and reviews I read were quite recent. But apparently there was a chance of trees falling which could become a danger to campers.

Of course the adjoining rangers' office was unattended. The visitor centre does not open on Sundays. But the police department next door was open and staffed. After a short chat with the officer, she advised me the best places to park overnight, and be safe.

I could park right there, on the vacant lot across from the station, that would be safe. Or behind the visitor centre. Next day I learned that RVs are quite welcome to park in the visitor centre car park. The other place would be to park where the trucks park. There is not a truck stop in town. It is on the now vacant block where Safeway used to be, that trucks park overnight. It is a stone's throw from the border crossing. I was assured that the truckers let the police know quick smart when any funny business takes place. A bit too close to the border for my liking, and definitely too dark. Of course for all of those places one would have to be completely self contained.

Next she went on to suggest Walmart, as they are 24hr - right opposite the spot where the trucks park. That was not going to suit me. However, closer into town, thus further from the border crossing, was a 24hr McDonald's. They were happy to have me stay the night. Bonus was that I had wifi all night if I wanted it. Keeping in contact with home is becoming more and more challenging as I move into areas where there are no truck stops, and Panera's - along with most of the other businesses which offer free wifi - does not have a presence.

Lifey

We ate breakfast at the Denny's in the Lordsburg FJ, back on the 3rd day out on our trip. The FJ itself charges for their wifi, but the Denny's does not.

Other thoughts for free wifi other than McDonald's, Denny's and Panera: most Starbucks. Sometimes you can sit outside of a motel in your car and see if you can get onto their wifi -- doesn't work with Super 8's or Motel 6's (they usually password theirs) but we stayed at a few that did not password their Internet. Most of them were independents, but also an Econo Lodge. Most public libraries, too, even when they are closed. (I've dropped off books in the night slot and seen people sitting on their laptops on the library's patio, on the 'Net.)


Donna

Do you realize that when someone logs on to a private network, without permission -- like those motels -- that they would be committing theft? Such an action would be using bandwidth and computer resources that the person did not pay for. Some businesses offer free Wi-Fi as part of their business model -- but.... freeloading without paying for services is generally that is not something we recommend here.

Wi-Fi is never really free --- someone ALWAYS has to pay for Web access.

Mark

I'd have to agree with Mark. Even when I sit outside Maccas, I still go in and purchase at least a milk shake, if not more. Have not tried hotels for that very reason.

When I arrived at the Denny's in Albuquerque, I had planned not to get anything, and explained that I had eaten earlier. I was told there was no obligation to purchase to use wifi. As I got to the booth I noticed a new tablemat advertising their milk shakes. I had to have one.

I feel even more obliged, as a rule, since I always plug into the electricity as well as their wifi. Sitting in the van I can run the computer off my house battery...... all night!

At libraries, I have often been told at closing time, that if I can pick it up in the parking lot, I am welcome to stay. I often have... for many hours. Very occasionally I have picked up a library's wifi when the library was closed and there was no other source readily available. But that is rare.

Donna, where I am now, and where I am heading, there is a Maccas, but not any of the others you mention.

Lifey

Yes, this is true, sitting outside of a motel that you are not staying at, and using their wifi, is like stealing. The vast majority of motels use some form of password-ing, to keep folks from doing that. Anyone with a home wireless network is also wise to tighten up the security, for the same reason. When we use wifi at Mickie D's, Denny's, Panera, we are always there as a customer anyway. If I happen to be at another restaurant having a meal, and see if they have wifi and it's unlocked but needs a password, I'll ask. We bought a very limited data package with our smart phones, so logging into a wifi network helps save us $.


Donna

Monday morning made an early start to see what information I could gather (over and above what I already had) for the trip ahead. Visitor centre was most helpful, especially in providing where to find all I was looking for in Douglas. Not quite sure why I ended up at the Sheriff's office. I was looking for some other office which should have been in the same building, but wasn't.

How lucky I was to be speaking with that lovely Dep Sheriff, Anthony. The very southeast corner of AZ, and all of route 80 was his responsibility. He gave me some helpful detailed maps of the area. It seemed, no matter what question I asked, he seemed to somehow always turn it back to his passion, the Wonderland of Rocks. I knew that I would not have sufficient time to make this detour. My plan was to get to or near Safford for the night, but listened to all he had to say.

At the rangers' office, Zac was most helpful and full of information. He handed me a wonderful little pocket map with all the detail of the area north of Douglas, up to Safford, including all the camping areas. It turned out to be a most useful publication.

When I saw unleaded for less than $3.50, I topped up the tank. Doubted I would see it any cheaper going north. I was also glad to see a locally owned supermarket, where once again, I topped up.

It was late morning, going on for lunch time, when I finally headed up US-191, and out of Douglas. There appears to be a disagreement as to where US-191 actually starts. Some maps show it starting at the Mexican Border, right by 1st Street. Others show it starting at AZ-80, just north of the town. The latter is actually where the mile markers start. When heading south, it does say 'End US-191', but there is no sign whatsoever saying that is where it starts. I decided to start at 1st Street, the nearest one is able to get to the port of entry.

It was an ambiguous feeling, heading south along G Street to 1st Street and see those four fences in front of me. It was not a time or place to linger. I wasted no time joining all the vehicles heading north up the 'main drag'.

US-191 north of Douglas does not carry a great deal of traffic. It was a most pleasant drive through desert scenery interspersed with small settlements and what looked like farms. When the sign to the Wonderland of Rocks loomed, I knew I was doomed.

It must have been close to 3pm when I arrived at the visitor centre. It did not take long for Karen to have me enthralled with all she had to tell me. Such a wealth of information. I had not stopped for lunch. Karen suggested I drive up the Bonita Canyon Drive to Massai Point, 8 miles away, where there are parking and picnic facilities. It turned out to be the perfect spot with views in every direction of the famed rocks.

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Now going on for 5pm, I was conscious of the fact that there was not another person in the park (as far as I knew / had been told), and the visitor centre closes at 4.30pm. By now I had decided to camp in their campground. There was no time to go anywhere else, even though I knew I would be alone. I had been told there was no one else camping.

When I finally got to the campground, after stopping at all the scenic turnouts on the way down (they are all on the right side heading down the mountain), I was surprised to see three young folk with tents pitched. It was not only good to know I was not alone, but as a bonus, they were great company. Their plan to visit here last year was foiled by the government shut down.

A really nice place, Bonita Creek campground has more than two dozen spaces.. Each large enough to pitch three tents and park a truck, as demonstrated by these young folk from Ottawa. We had a great evening.

Next morning I went back to the visitor centre to purchase one of their looooong walking sticks... the kind that look like ski poles. I had been wanting one for a long time.

Lifey

Country I know well.

I was a fire lookout on Silver Peak during the summer fire season in the Chiricahua Mountains many years ago. I've spent a good deal of time in Douglas and the surrounding area.

If you still have time -- Cave Creek is a favorite drive of mine -- Rustler's Park Campground has great views and you can drive in to some of the most scenic spots. (Oops -- the area is still closed due to damage from a wildfire in 2010... bummer -- here's some information.

It would be backtracking to go to Cave Creek from the monument though

Mark

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Cave Creek is actually where the three young folk were camped. They left the rest of the party there, and the three went to check out the NM. They came over the mountain. Said it was a pretty rough road. Were going back the next day, via Wilcox and the long way round. The Deputy also said it was a pity I did not go into there when coming down route 80. I saw the road, but it looked a long way. Guess if I had known I might have had time. Could not get to Rustler's, though it was on my list.

As so often mentioned on forum, you can't see it all. There's always another day.... God willing.

[I am many days behind with this thread, so by the time you read it, chances are I will be hundreds of miles along the road.]

Lifey

[By the way, did I mention that during the summer months Chiricahua NM and the camping are both free? Can't beat that.]

Headed out through Wilcox back onto US-191, heading north. My destination was to be another scenic byway of which I had read.

The Swift Trail in the Pinaleno Mountains leads up Mt Graham. There is a good selection of campgrounds along the way, and I planned to make use of one. The first few miles are straight and flat, heading up to the National Forest Boundary, whence the road starts to climb and wind its way up Mt Graham.

There are a number of attractions along the way. The orchard, a sign by the side of the road tells of what fruit is available. The picnic grounds, all of which have tables and fire rings, and are free to use. Separated by a good swatch of vegetation, one could have a party without being a disturbance to others. Really nicely laid out.

The campgrounds likewise were in bushy glens and nooks.

In Arcadia, the first campground I came to, there was a gentleman, settling in. He had been up the mountain decades ago and thought he'd camp there again, before continuing to Tucson next day. Round the Mountain was a tiny campground with only three spaces. There was a van there, but no sign of life. Once again I decided to venture out on this road, which was still winding its way up the mountain.

As I was driving and the elevation increased, rapidly at times, I was fortunate to be on the side of the mountain most of the time. But I kept thinking, I have to come down tomorrow, and on this narrow road, with the double lines down the centre and no shoulder to speak off, the cliff side, driving down, was not all that appealing. Still, stubbornly, I continued upwards.... or was it because there was nowhere to turn around. I did see, at times, vehicles coming down pulling trailers - three of them with U haul trailers - and figured it may not be too bad..... but

Finally, having passed a batch of 74 summer houses (there is a plague explaining their presence) and much winter information (ski, snow mobile, etc.) there was yet another campground sign. The road in (the previous two had been right by the road) almost made me change my mind, if it were not for the fact that there was nowhere to turn, I might have turned back. It was a dirt road winding its way down to 11 campsites. It seemed to take for ever, but in reality was 0.2 miles.

At the very far spot was a couple from Tucson tent camping. They were looking for respite from the heat for a couple of days. They had been there one night, and planned to stay another. The fire was burning; the kettle was boiling. I was invited to have a cuppa with them. By my accent they recognised where I was from, as the lady has a sister living in Melbourne. In fact, she lives in the same suburb as I do. Small World.

Since the spot for the camp host was vacant, and was also the only spot which was reasonably level, I chose to park there for the night. No leaving the doors open here. At 9000' there was no need for it, and we were definitely in bear country.

Next morning I set out to drive further up the mountain. Only a couple of miles above Shannon campground - where I had camped - was the end of the bitumen. Gravel from here, all the way to Riggs Lake. No lines, no markings at all, and still no guard rails. I chickened out of the rest, turned round - there was ample room - and headed back down the mountain.

Guard rails do not exist on this road/trail. Turnouts are few. It was a breathtaking ride, all the way in 2nd gear, whilst praying no car would come up the mountain. (Of course, that prayer was not answered.) I was well and truly over the double lines most of the time.

It is said to allow five and a half hours for the complete round trip. The 22 miles I did took me almost two hours, each way.

Highly recommended for anyone looking for a challenging drive with stunning views and beautiful scenery. Pity there are so few chances to park off the road. I have the complete drive down, and most of the drive up on video. Can repeat it as often as I like in the comfort of a chair.

Lifey

After driving down the mountain that Wednesday morning, I headed straight for Clifton. Not having got much information in Safford, I planned to ask in Clifton. I recall from a previous visit that the Visitor Information was very helpful. But that was a long time ago.

On arrival I discovered that the said information office is closed on Tuesday and Wednesday. (Next day it was not open either.)

There did not appear to be any other information in town.... no rangers office, no BLM office, no police station or sheriff that I could find. But there was a book store, which sold all types of second hand stuff as well. The store was closed, but there was a phone number along with a humorous message about office hours. I called.

The 'mountain lady' was delightful, and said she would be there in a few minutes. I had told her that book sellers normally know everything, and since I was not able to find any information, figured she would be able to help. She sure did.

More than an hour later, and going on for dinner time, we said goodbye, but not before exchanging business cards.

By now it was too late to go to a forest campground, so settled on the North Clifton RV park. Tony, who is in charge, was able to fulfill my request, close to the bathrooms... and wifi. Since the bathrooms, office, rec room and laundry were all in the one building, and the wifi router was in Tony's office (as well as elsewhere in the grounds) I had excellent wifi.

Tony also told me about the history of the town and gave me small booklet; the history of the RV park; as well as his family's history, being third or fourth generation US from Mexican heritage. A very interesting... and interested person.

The RV park is full with mostly permanent and semi permanent contractors who work in the mine. Packed in like a parking lot, there definitely is no 'camping' feeling. But I was well away from that, on a concrete slab, just outside the office. The bathrooms were clean. Took the opportunity to do my laundry as well. All up, including the laundry, it cost me $12.00.

I must have hit the wrong number on my phone, when later in the evening the mountain lady and I connected again. She suggested that we meet for breakfast in the morning.... which we did, right next to her store. Most of the morning was gone by the time these two septuagenarians had finished breakfast... and solved the problems of the world. Such interesting company. Such a memorable breakfast.

Lifey

It is certainly a wonderful thing that you and the bookstore owner managed to "... solve the problems of the world..." Great story and one of the reasons that road trips are more adventure than travel.

Mark

Drive it. You'll never forget it.

It was August 2001. I had been given a Kia Rodeo (I think it was), to relocate from Tucson to Putney VT. First destination was to be Albuquerque NM. Checked my maps very carefully and found I would not have to drive on the interstates all the way. There seemed to be ample opportunity to take alternative, maybe shorter roads. Bonus was, some were marked as scenic routes.

The plan was to take 191 to Eager and 60 to I-25. (In those days I did not know they were called US-191 and US-60.) The information centre in Clifton is right on the highway, so I stopped. The lady there told me it was beautiful, I would enjoy it, but did not give any specific detailed information. Gave me a couple of photo copied sheets of handwritten information, with the road hand drawn.

That was all I knew.

It was beautiful, that is for sure. But I do not think I have ever been so scared. I was far too scared to drive on the cliff side of the road. From memory there were no guard rails and the road was definitely much narrower than it is now. I don't think it was all paved either. I made it to Eager and headed east on 60. A 100 mile 'shortcut', which I had (erroneously) assumed would take less than two hours, had taken me close to four. I was now pushing to get to Albuquerque before dark.

[I think it was at Quemado NM that I had to get more fuel. In this remote place, the service station owner asked me where I lived in Australia. I was staggered. He said he recognised my accent as one of his empolyees was an Aussie. He also suggested I take 36 and 117 to I-40, which, considering the hour of the day was probably not a good choice. But it was stunningly beautiful.]

Now, on this August day, 13 years later, I set off on the Coronado Trail through Morenci, destination Alpine. Stopped at all the mine pullouts and marvelled at the many colours of the rock; horrified at this scar on the landscape. The road today is wider, sees much more heavy traffic, and definitely more cars. (In 2001 I saw three vehicles in four hours.) There are now guardrails at the worst parts.

The switchbacks are still there and despite the guardrails, it is still not a road for the faint hearted. Much of the time I was well over the double lines. (Later speaking with some of the locals in Alpine, they assured me that they always do as well.)

Checked out the first campground. Granville campground is in a bushy setting, well spaced and presenting a wonderful challenge to find a level spot. It is on a dirt road and would not be suitable for RVs. Furnished with fire rings and picnic tables, there were outlets for water. But when I was there, these were dry. It was completely deserted.

Lower and Upper Juan Miller campgrounds had a road leading up to it which stated 'drive at own risk'. It was quite a good gravel and dirt road, but the tracks into the campgrounds I gave a miss. The K P Cienega campground looked absolutely beautiful, but this too, was deserted. It is in an area which was affected by wildfire in 2011. The danger of falling trees is an issue here. However, it would be a most beautiful campground. It overlooks a huge meadow. I sat there for a while imagining what it might be like early and late in the day. It is the type of area where wildlife would come to feed. (Hunting is forbidden.)

Lastly there was Hannagan Meadow campground at over 9000'. This is located just south of the lodge. Four of the eight spots were occupied. No hookups, but I noticed there is water and a dump station. A beautiful, bushy campground.

In Alpine I had a great spot in the Alpine Village RV Park. Good facilities, free wifi... all I needed. The owners were most friendly and helpful. However, this RV park has also packed them in like sardines. Mostly permanent vans, (one man told me he leaves it there all year and just comes in summer), on site vans for hire, etc.

Lifey

Loving the description of "my backyard". I have a Clifton story. I contacted the Visitor Center (the one that was closed during your recent visit) to get permission to use it as a start/finish point for our Tucson-based walking club. I've done this all over the state for the past 25 years, permission granted, about 25 people showed up from around the state to do the 10 Km walk around town. When we returned to the Visitor Center the locals had a reception for us, cookies and punch for all. Only time that has ever happened.
We have driven the Coronado Trail several times over the years, it was paved in 2001. KP Cienga is one of our favorite campgrounds. A little background - what is now US 191, was US 666. And yes, it was referred to as the Devil's Highway. My father, the adventurous one, once 'tricked' my mother into driving that stretch telling her it was shorter. She did not like heights, especially drop-offs, so she drove (which kept her away from the edge) - I think she got even.
With all that said, it is a beautiful drive, just be prepared for a scenic adventure.
Thanks for the memories!
-Pat

My first teaching position was in a copper mine town in the Arizona desert. I believe the school played against the Clifton/Morenci kids in Football, Basketball etc. I never did travel 666 AKA 191. Interesting description! (We were at a festival in Safford once, though, and US-70 closed somewhere between Safford and Globe. We had to go the LONG way around, leaving Safford at 9:30 pm and did not get back to our home school for another 4-1/2 hours. If the road hadn't closed, we would have been home in 3. The kids were excused from school the next day, but this teacher was NOT!)


Donna

Having been told by the ladies in the office at the RV park, that the scenic route I had planned to take to Big Lake, was closed due to roadwork, I headed north to Eager. Here I planned to pick up 260 to Show Low and US-60 back to Springerville, 'Gateway to the White Mountains'.

First stop was at Nelson Reservoir. Here there was not only a nice turnout, but a great view over the water. This is obviously a popular spot with the locals. I watched for a while, all the activities on the water. Caught up on some paper work and made lunch.

At Eager I turned onto 260 west. Once out of the town, the road runs through meadows and agricultural land. A little further on it enters the mountains. Once again, wonderful views so difficult to record. These minor roads have so few places to pull over and take a photo. I had been told about the chair lift ride at Sunrise Peak, and thought this would be a nice activity. Unfortunately, by the time I got that far into the mountains, the rain was pouring out of the black sky above. That wouldn't be fun. I gave it a miss. Maybe another day.

Where these two scenic roads meet, at Show Low (who ever thought of that name?), one has already driven through more than nine miles of suburbia, constant traffic lights and (slow) speed zone changes. Pinetop-Lakeside seems to have merged with Show Low. All of that is still marked as 'scenic' on maps, however it is anything but. Similarly on US-60 heading east out of Show Low, for at least another two or three miles.

When I saw a Forestry Services Office, I called in. Once again they were not able to tell me anything about local scenic drives and attractions, other than commercial attractions... which mostly do not interest me. I was told I could learn more in Springerville, but I would have to hurry to get there before they closed at 4.30pm. (It is here also that I was told I was unwise, even foolish, for travelling without a fire arm, by those who purported to 'know'.)

Arrived at the said office at 4.29pm. The trip from Show Low to Springerville was spectacular over the volcanic high plains of AZ... so akin to the high plains of MT. A drive I thoroughly enjoyed, despite the time pressure.

In Springerville I aimed to get information for the trip heading north of there. Lyman SP was highly recommended as after that, 'there is NOTHING!!!' "Believe me," she said, "we travel it often to see family.... there is NOTHING to see."

How do these people get their jobs? Aren't they proud of the region in which they live? Is this the way to promote it? Can't they see the beauty in each valley, which changes as one passes over one crest after another, along the way? I was puzzled? I still am.

Stayed at a wonderful RV park, Casa Malpais, with great facilities, and of course, wifi. Just two miles west of the town. But this time I had to drive to the bathrooms.

Lifey

With apologies to George, (glc),
but we do not allow references to Wikipedia as a source of factual information...

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We do, however, have a short article on RTA about the origin of the town called Show Low which can be found here.

It was a rhetorical question.

Lifey

Heading north out of Eager, along US-191, the first place is St John. A tiny, spread out desert country town. I did not see anything to make me want to stop, and continued. A few miles further on is the turn off to Colorado Generating Station (authorised vehicles only). I had seen tall smokestacks for some time, and wondered what they were.

What was much more interesting was the huge area of metal junk in the field on the other side of the road. As I got closer I saw that it was the storage of a steel company. Looked like there was quite a lot of salvage stuff in there. Even an old travel trailer. The sort of place you might find 'something useful'.

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It was just south of the Zuni Wash, on the east side of the road, where there is a cattle corral. This one looked like a well preserved older style, made out of logs. There was a windmill and tank or trough next to it. Unfortunately there was nowhere to stop, but I would have loved a photo of it. Reminded me so much of what was around in the area where I grew up.

As I progressed up the road where there was nothing to see, I came to a 'tiny' house. Set well away from the road, there did not appear to be any electricity connected, nor could I see a water tank. It was typical of the tiny houses one sees on the tiny house website. It looked so cute and quaint out there in the desert, with nothing else around.... but desert.

Some of the valleys one crosses have warnings of flash floods and not to enter water. These were often greener areas as a result of recent rains. This was ranch country, and I wondered not so much as to how many cattle they would have to the acre, but more like in the northwest at home, how many acres needed to raise one animal.

The next valley would be red rock country, sculpted by the wind and rain. The variety was endless.

Then there was the sign '36 acres of wilderness for sale'. I think it said $795. Now, what could one do with 36 acres? Raise one heifer?

As I drove along this road the sky to the east was almost black, yet the sky to the west was bright sunshine, blue sky and fluffy clouds. A school bus stop reminds one that people actually live in this desolate place, even though there is never a house to be seen.

At I-40 I decided on a slight detour, and headed to Petrified Forest NP. Many a time have I passed by here, but never stopped. In the end I only got to see the Painted Desert. At the visitor centre I had been told that the Petrified Forest part is really difficult to see much of without having to get out of the car. Whereas the Painted Desert could be enjoyed without having to walk. Just as
well, since it started to come down in bucket loads before I even got to the I-40 underpass.

The Painted Desert is an interesting place. It left me with a dilemna. Here I was marvelling at the colours of the rocks which form this landscape..... the same colour rocks which are exposed at the Morenci mine. Scar on the landscape or worth preserving?

Lifey

Another old stomping ground of mine....Petrified Forest/Painted Desert. Worked there in the gift shop (Fred Harvey back then) one summer during college.

You could see some of the "trees" and rock within 100 ft of the parking lot, or at least you could years ago. This is another place that we've also passed by and haven't stopped ... but keep meaning to do so, like you.


Donna

In Northern AZ there are three small places on tribal land, the names of which have intrigued me for some time. This time my route would take me right by them.

I did not stop in any, other than to take photos, but they are the typical tiny desert settlements - the landscape really being the only attraction.

Without designated roadside pull-offs, I had to find the best place to safely park, and get some photos. I may never pass this way again.

Many Farms:

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Round Rock:

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Rock Point:

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That whole area almost looks as if the left overs from Monument Valley were deposited there.

That evening I had planned to get to Monticello. It was dinner time. When I drove through Bluff and through that beautiful canyon, I did not have time to stop and take a photo. Neither did I see anywhere I could have pulled over. My dashcam was not rolling either.

North of Blanding I came to a sign saying Devil's Canyon Campground. Not sure that I wanted to camp with the Devil, I still pulled in, to find that there was only one other there.... a large red trailer with a red car pulling it. The Devil?

I turned in with the sun and had a good night.... for a mere $12. These State Parks and State Forests are really under-utilised. I am yet to come to one which is even half full.

Lifey

It's great that you are able to load photos again. It might well be a software issue that has contributed to the problems.

Mark

A late start, stops at Church Rock and Wilson's Arch saw me arrive in Moab soon after lunch.

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Church Rock

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Wilson's Arch

In 2001, with the relocation of the Monte Carlo from Minneapolis MN to Green Valley AZ I had stopped over in Moab. Stayed at the Lazy Lizard hostel. My arrival was late, having driven UT-128 as it was going dark.... by just following the tail lights of the car in front. It was not till later I found out how close I had driven by the river.

I have fond memories of that drive and that hostel - the cheapest I have ever stayed at. $8.00. Today it is $21. At that time I did not know I could have driven through Monument Valley (did not get there till 2007), nor how close I was to the Grand Canyon, or any of the other great NPs..

This time was going to be different. I knew all the places, and most of the attractions. Neither did I have a time/mile or vehicle restraint. Rolled into Moab at my leisure and surveyed the town. Seemed a lot bigger than what I recalled. The Lazy Lizard is still there, still behind all the storage units.

Having gathered yet more information at the visitor centre, restocked the pantry and fridge and picked up the (e)mail at Maccas I decided to make myself comfortable at the Moab Rim Campark. Theresa was welcoming and helpful. She directed me to a spot in the tent section, right by the building - which housed everything - under a large shade tree. The tent area was well shaded with trees and lush green grass underfoot. Picnic tables a plenty and electricity for those who desired it.... together with excellent wifi.

With only one tent, I virtually had the place to myself. Not so on my second night there. A large group of young folk from Paris were camped in a dozen or more tents. Besides them, there was a couple on a Harley and three ladies with two young children in a Jucy van. Have seen a lot of Jucy vans on the road, around Moab and the NPs. This was my first opportunity to check it out, close up.

It was a very well fitted out van. I was impressed. It has a house battery which runs the refrigerator and the lights in the penthouse, and in the van. The five seat belts were, two in the front and three in the very back seats. The middle seat area seemed to be purely for luggage with a platform for sleeping folded up during the day. However, you would not want to put a six footer in there.

Up top in the penthouse is where two of the ladies and one child slept. Again, it looked very comfortable and weather tight, but not if you are tall. These folk were all about 5'6" or a little taller. Complete with two camp stoves, one built in one portable. At night they put the back packs, etc on the front seats.

Lifey

Two places which were still on my to-do list.

The night had been wet, but the day promised to be mostly fine. As always, the visitor centre is my first port of call. Then like the hoards, I followed the roads on the map. We had been told that the road to Delicate Arch was closed due to water over the road. If you wanted to go there, you would have to walk from the main road. That's not me, at the best of times.

One of the first turnouts, the start of Park Avenue, is where everyone stopped, so I figured I too would see the attraction. Some, but by no means all of it, was visible from the parking area. Cameras were clicking all around me. I figured there are more than enough photos of Arches NP's attractions on the internet, and decided to save my 'film' for other things.

However, this image spoke to me.

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Struggle lost

Spoke of the harsh environment and the struggle to survive. Yet bravely, the young plants fight to survive in its shadow.

Drove all the way to the end, stopping at all the turnouts and taking in the beauty of this creation. When I got to the end of the road, where I had been assured I would be able to see arches with minimal walking, there was not a parking spot to be found. Many cars were illegally parked along the road. Even all the permit spots were taken, so I gave that a miss. (Glad I stopped at Wilson's Arch, as it ended up being the only Arch I saw.)

Soon it started to rain which only added to the beauty of the place. The darkened sky seemed to hilight the red rock.... change its colour. Despite not seeing Arches, still a fantastic place.

Before I got to Canyonlands, my interest was peaked along route 313. There may not be any camping permitted in the first 8 miles, but after that there are three wonderful opportunities, right outside the park.... and so close to Arches. The first one is Long (or Lone) Mesa. I assume that this is a BLM campground. Looked nice, though not much shade. Horsethief, a little further on, likewise. Dead Horse SP looked nice, though I did not drive through it.

As I entered Canyonlands the sky in the distance got darker and darker, and we were treated to a continuous lightning show.

[It was on a high point, as I sat there surveying the scene that my phone rang. I had been out of range for some time. It was someone from the hospital in Las Cruces offering to help paying the outstanding amount. Eventually she got the message that I am a visitor. Seems that they did not take any notice of the address I gave, both at the time of admittance, and when I told them where to send the account. I was still recorded at some - but I don't know which - New Mexico address. If she had not rung, if I had not made it all clear (again) to her, that bill may never get to me. The thought of it.]

Enjoyed my drive through Canyonlands, but with the on again and off again rain and lightning, did not get out of the car or linger too long, anywhere.

Next morning I headed out on UT-128, just for nostalgia.... and to see what I missed out on the first time. Then on to Wellington for the night.

Lifey

I am SO glad you got to do UT-128 in the daylight hours. We loved that scenic drive!!!

Traveling along with you -- and wishing that I were still out on the road instead of unpacking what seem like a thousand boxes ....


Donna

The trip up to Wellington was, I am sure, a pleasant, uneventful one through more of beautiful Utah. I really can't remember the specifics. Most of the memory of it was obliterated by the events of that evening, at the Chevron Truck Stop. It was after 6pm when I arrived and it felt good to be back at a truck stop, after all the campgrounds.

While paying for my fuel I asked the two gents behind the desk what they could tell me about the sign I had just passed, pointing to Nine Mile Canyon.

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They were full of generalities, but not able to give me any specifics, only answering my questions in the broadest of terms. Then one pointed to the door (behind me) and said.... "Ask him, that guy with the blue shirt".

Del Dickey, a long time local, works with archeologist Steve Schaffer in the Canyon. He is a proud member of The We Nooch Society (search in the darkness). He proceeded to tell me all about the bones, rock art and artifacts they have uncovered. These tell the story of how the canyon has been used for thousands of years, up to the present day. It was a most informative and wonderful couple of hours we spent. At the end of it I was eager for 'tomorrow' to come, and go and check out as much as I could. The larger and better known sites are well away from the road, with hiking trails leading to them. But there are some which can be seen right by the side of the road.

First place I stopped was the Nine Mile Canyon Ranch. (The internet has not yet reached this area.) Had a lovely chat with the owner of the property who gave me permission to check out the campground. Very rustic, but oh so natural, right by the creek/river. There was a bathhouse with showers.

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Nine Mile Canyon Ranch tent area

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Nine Mile Canyon Ranch cabins

The several cabins do not have plumbing. A large area for tent campers as well as a large field where several RVs were parked with generators, and a hose nearby. This indicated to me that there is no facility for electricity, and just one or two points to fill the water tanks. Still, this is well away from civilisation. (Unless you call the mining operations 'civilisation'.) Nine Mile Ranch was the first to open its property to campers. They realised that it takes more than a day to explore this area.

As well as the campground, there are two picnic areas along the way.

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Nine Mile Canyon - Cottonwood Picnic Area

When I was there, there were extensive roadworks going on in the canyon.

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Nine Mile Canyon Roadworks

These are not only to facilitate the mining traffic, but also to protect the rock art from further damage by road dust.

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Nine Mile Canyon Art

The full length of Nine Mile Canyon to all the sites, is paved. The first six miles of the scenic byway to Myton are not paved, and very rough.

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Scenic Byway to Myton

I would not have attempted them if the weather had not been fine. Look what I would have missed.

All day I spent in the canyon admiring its beauty and the artworks. Back at the Chevron Truck Stop I thanked the guys, and asked them to pass my thanks on to Del, next time they see him.

Lifey

Continuing north on the Dinosaur Diamond, the Utah/Colorado Historic Byway took me through the lovely little historic town of Helper. Another place with one of those names, one wonders where they got it. Easily missed, but full of lovely old architecture and atmosphere.

Once over Indian Pass, I turned to have a look down Indian Canyon. It was made quite clear that this is the property of whatever the oil drilling company is, and their traffic has right of way. Less than half a mile down I turned around, horrified by the mess the place was. As well as the mining there is some cattle grazing, a few derelict dwellings and a lot of rubbish. Thankfully none of this is visible from the highway.

My end destination on that day was Naples UT. I had occasion to drive down the main street of Vernal, as it was getting dark. It struck me how pretty and inviting it was. The fancy lights, the hanging baskets, places to stay and eat all lit up. Even a theatre.

Next day saw me crossing another item of my list. Really half an item. I only went to the western section of Dinosaur NM. Drove to the end, and back again, checking out the campgrounds, which were only partially full. Lots of nicely shaded sites, right by the river, with 'available' tags on them. Unfortunately I was not able to see the Visitor Centre nor the Display. Just getting to the shuttle to be taken there was way beyond me, as was the distance from the parking to the Visitor Centre. (A constant and increasing source of frustration.)

As was the inability to find pull-offs along the scenic and interesting part of this highway going further north towards WY. This area has to be a geologists delight. I don't know all my geological eons, but all the way I enjoyed reading as much as I could, without stopping, of the roadside boards informing me about the geological history of the region through which I was driving.

When I got to the bridge over the Green River, just down from Flaming Gorge dam, I pulled into the overlook. Lovely views of the bridge. However, there were two young man who had found a way of getting under the cyclone wire fence on top of this cliff overlooking the river. They planned to climb down this rocky slope in the rain. The rocks must have been very slippery. I did not stay around to see what happened.

Further on, at the dam, I found the information place had just closed. As I was driving around the parking area, I was closely shadowed by a sheriff's vehicle. Assumed he was just doing his rounds. Satisfied that there was nowhere to take a photo, I moved on. Turned into a side road and parking area, just a little way further on, to find another Sheriff sitting in his car. Realising this was a great place to see the dam and take a photo, I pulled over, and got out. As did the Sheriff.

I doubt the information office could have given me more information. We had a wonderful chat, and he answered all my questions, including what he was doing there. Almost half an hour later I headed off again, still determined to get to Rock Springs before dark.

Almost right on the stateline the surroundings changed dramatically from typically UT scenery, to the more desolate and open land of the high plains. [Ever since the discussion on the quiz thread, I have been very conscious of why the State borders are where they are.]

FJ in Rock Springs is a comfortable place. Been there several times, over the years. The adjoining restaurant has wifi, as has Maccas across the street.

Lifey

As a sometime railfan Helper has always interested me. In the days of steam trains Helper was where the railroad stationed extra (helper) engines to get trains up a rather steep grade.

Loving the report Lifey and it brings back memories of almost a year ago now [where does the time go ?] and when I discovered the reason for the naming of 'Helper' to the town. There was a young lad at the Dam visitor centre, looked barely out of high school and he seemed to know the area like the back of his hand.

Dave.

Now that you guys mention it... I do recall reading that somewhere.

Lifey