Thursday, October 7, 2010

Life in the VanMan


It's not always easy. We can't "go full-time", as they say in RV-parlance, in a rig this small, but I think two months is doable...we're halfway there already. Yesterday was a little iffy, I admit. Not sure if someone forgot to take their happy pills but it got a little scary for whatever reason. And you can't just walk away when you're driving down the highway in the middle of nowhere. Wisdom dictates non-escalation (keep your mouth SHUT). All grumpiness seems to have vanished today, though. We are taking it easy and staying a second night in our remote mountain campground. Hiking, reading, knitting, studying energy independence. No e-mailing or surfing because there is certainly no Internet connection up here but I drafted a blog and uploaded photos to the laptop. 

We've eaten a couple of restaurant meals, but mostly we like our own cooking best. VanMan has a two-burner propane cooktop on which we have made many fine meals. We also have an outdoor "oven" called a Cobb that burns charcoal briquets in a clever design, allowing slow and even cooking, good for several hours using less than a dozen briquets. In it, we have roasted chicken, grilled steak, cooked cornbread, baked butternut squash and even made "flapjacks" which are really a healthy trail-mix type bar cookie that is our standard mid-morning and hiking snack. There is no suffering whatsoever in the meal department here in the VanMan.  

For sure, we are looking forward to searching out some good southwestern-style food when we get to New Mexico.  We do love to visit coffee shops to sample the local brews, read the bulletin boards, eavesdrop a little and occasionally converse with locals. By the way, check my Favorite Links section for some good travel information on food and beverage.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

The rest of southeast Utah


Wow, I only thought I grew up in the boondocks. Not even close. From Moab, we went south to Blanding, Goosenecks, Mexican Hat, Bluff, the Hovenweep National Monument, and then I was ready to move on to Colorado. 
The good:  No more problems with campgrounds being full, no more conflicts with tour buses, an abundance of amazing vistas, interesting Indian ruins and petroglyphs practically everywhere. 
The incredible:  Coming off the Cedar Mesa on the Moki Dugway dropping into the San Juan River valley and Mexican Hat. Maybe the most dramatic stretch of road I've ever seen.  
The most fortuitous:  In the excellent archeological museum in Blanding, we were just in time to join a program led by author and interviewer Eileen Hallet Stone about how to document your family history by doing oral interviews. Totally fascinating, but too late...if I had learned these things while my parents were living, I might have been able to drag (cajole?) a bit more information out of them. There are some good stories there that I fear have been lost.
The part that made me ready for Colorado:  So hot. You've heard about the Anasazi, and the mystery of why they left? It's a mystery to me why it's a mystery...this is a bleak, brutal desert. We pulled into Durango in the middle of a dramatic thunder and lightening storm. A welcome change, frankly. The sun is incredibly intense in Utah and I've gotten accustomed to Seattle's MUCH more filtered sunlight. We'll snuggle in tonight and wait till tomorrow to explore. I'm a little travel weary, so I'm hoping I can convince Husband we need to stay here at least a couple of days.

The Great Red Hunter-of-Anasazi Ruins