"Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime"-MARK TWAIN

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Haven’t died, Yet!

There may be a handfull of folks that were still following my blog back in July.  July 25th was the date of the last post.  Almost two months to the day.  Someone may ask why, and I don’t have a definite answer.  Laziness, loss of interest, too busy, etc.  I’ll try and give you a condensed version of the past two months in one very short post. 

The last time I posted, we were at Chambers Lake in Northern Colorado.  From there we traveled to Baby Doe campground, just outside Leadville, CO.  We spent a few days there enjoying the beautiful views of the lake and surrounding mountains.

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The most memorable thing from our visit there involved a poor old dog.  We had driven into town to access the internet and were parked on the corner of Main Street in Leadville.  A couple went into a coffee shop, and tied their dog to a small cast iron table, outside. The dog managed to tip over the table, which scared it out of its wits.  It started howling, while running across Main street dragging the table.  It crossed Main Street twice, ran a block down, and disappeared around a corner; all the while howling at the top of it’s lungs, and leaving parts of the table scatted along the street and sidewalk.  The owners gave chase and finally caught it three blocks away.  I felt so sorry for the poor animal.  i don’t think it will ever be the same.

After Leadville, we made our way to the foot of Wolf Creek Pass, ten or so miles East of Pagosa Springs, CO.   The West Fork campground.

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It sits right on the west fork of the San Juan River.

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We spent a few days there, visiting friends in the area, and just relaxing in the peace and quiet.  It wasn’t long, though, before it was time to leave for Cloudcroft, NM.  We had plans to hook up with a number of friends there for a week.  We had a great time, but didn’t take a picture, other than this one looking down on Alamogordo, white Sands NM, and the Tolarosa basin.

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On our way home we managed a few days in another of our favorite places.  Cranes Mill park on Canyon Lake, just outside San Antonio. 

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We arrived home on a Sunday, and on Monday I managed to break the curbside window of the Casita with the lawn mower.  After some research I called Casita and they shipped me a new one.  We got it installed on a Wednesday, and sold the Casita the following Friday.  There she goes…

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We purchased that trailer in August of 2006.  We towed it untold thousands of miles, and made memories that, hopefully, we’ll never forget.  It was, and still is a good trailer.  We hope the new owners get as much enjoyment from it as we did.

Now, anyone acquainted with me knows I’m not going to be without a trailer for long.  How else are we going to travel.  Definitely not by air or automobile, and sleep in different beds each night.  Friends asked; are you getting something bigger?  Why?

We had actually made a deal with friends back in May to purchase their trailer.  They had ordered a fifth wheel Escape and we were in the right place at the right time.  Both or us had Summer travel plans already in place, and we agreed to wait to take ownership until both of us returned home.  Here she is!

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Isn’t she pretty?  A 2016 Casita Independence.  Loaded down with all the fancy fixings.  Twin beds; so no crawling over during the night.  It’s going to be grand.  We hope and pray that this one brings us as much joy as our old one.  If it even comes close, our cup runneth over……jc