Another Big Hole in the Ground
After an overnight stop in Albuquerque NM and dinner with another classmate, we put in another long day, lost another hour in time, and arrived at Palo Duro Canyon just south of Amarillo TX. This is the second largest canyon in the United States and the campgrounds are on the floor of the canyon. Our site is very large and surrounded along the southeast, south, and southwest by stunning red rock walls.
We have electricity and water but we are certainly off the communications grid. No phone, no internet, no TV. Last night after supper we took a walk around the campground loop and encountered a deer in the middle of the road, plus a flock of turkeys who seemed to be telling us in their weird yodel that if we didn't have food, go away. We saw a Roadtrek with Johnson county Iowa plates but no one outside to catch a bit of Old Home Week with. On our return, we read a bit and watched a couple more episodes of Downton Abbey, Season Two. There is a burn ban so a campfire in the fire ring facing the cliffs was not an option. But the sunset reflecting off our rock walls made them positively glow in lieu of a fire.
We are on the western edge of the Central Time Zone, so sunset was late, and this morning at 7:30, the sun is still a ways from peeking over the ridge. It is chilly, and it is delightful to sit in my little cabin-on-wheels, electric fire going, witha steaming cup of coffee. Most days on this trip, we have had plans--the train to the Grand Canyon, Sedona, the Book Festival, or on to the next sto--that necessitated getting breakfast, showers, etc out of the way early. Today we will do no more than drive back up to the top of the canyon in search of a signal so I can post this blog and we can check email and make a couple of calls, and then try out one or two of the hiking trails. It may be a good day for a big breakfast.
3/27/2017 02:26:58 pm
Those turkeys made me laugh....remembering the Florida walk abouts where an endangered species crowd of big ugly birds would crowd around your table noisy and rude. Pelican crowds ganged the fish cleaning stations to beg/steal/bite, so it takes 2 for the cleaning job so one can whop a big stick to save the stringer/fillets/cleaner/bait. A very nice whopping stick was on the camper list.
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