Lava, Lava Everywhere, but...
Trip Start Jan 09, 2012
100Trip End Jun 04, 2012
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Where I stayed
Bonito Forest Service Campgroud
The route to my next destination included about forty miles on I-40
It’s much cooler here, getting only into the lower seventies during the day. It was cloudy when I arrived. I noticed when driving through and looking for a site that there was a bit of 3G data showing on the phone, so it took me awhile to choose
The hosts are friendly folks, originally from Massachusetts and now residing in Mesa. They’ve been coming here for a few years now to Host. Both of them have a good sense of humor...which is good. I paid my half-rate of nine dollars and had some lunch.
The soil here is non-existent. It’s fine gravel, made of of lava. Very little grows here excerpt pine trees of significant size and a few bushes that I didn’t recognize. There are a few “rabbit-squirrels” and a few birds, including the stellar jay, one of my favorites. I spent some time exploring the area and visiting with a few campers. Most of them are either from AZ or CA, as in California. The rigs range from pop-tents to one forty foot class A motorhome. They were all friendly.
A second Host told me of a road/trail, which leads to a fire lookout tower and said it might be a good hike
The sun was setting when I got here, but due to the numerous trees, had little to offer, photographically. Later, I did spy the moon and got a few shots of it shining through the trees. Oh, and I did get a couple of shots of the strange squirrel. Long tufted ears and a broad brownish gray and white tail. He patiently sat and nibbled on something while I shot away. I can’t imagine what he eats, but he seemed fat and content.
I cooled down quickly and was about forty-one degrees when I retired about ten-thirty
When I arose it was “toasty” in the coach and the sun was just starting to peek over the trees. With sun and furnace, it got nice and warm quickly.
There are several Indian ruins about twenty miles from here, but I’ve decided not to check them out. Another Host told me about the Vermillion Cliffs, up near the North Rim of the Grand Canyon on Hwy 89A. That’s my destination today. It’s about a hundred miles to Jacob Lake FS Campground. There’s no lake, but that’s another story. It’s at higher altitude yet, but I’m hoping that, for some reason, it’s a bit warmer. Rave on! It could happen.
With poor text and no other communication available, it’s been a quiet stay here. A rare text comes through, but no pictures etc. show. I’ll stop enroute, when I get a good signal and get caught up on such.
That’s it until I settle again and take the time to write. As always, to the faithful, thanks for stopping by on the journey. Shalom!