The Big Year

 

Bird Watchers. Love ‘em or leave ‘em, it is a popular pastime. A few years back a movie came out called “The Big Year”. It starred Steve Martin and Jack Black among others. Amongst Birders, a Big Year is the ultimate goal. Like winning the Masters or dating Selma Hayek.

From January 1st to December 31st individual Birders attempt to spot as many species as they can in the continental United States. The movie was based on a true story and the record is over 800 bird species as far as I remember.

What has this got to do with camping you ask? Simple. The first scenes take place at Patagonia Lake State Park in Arizona where I spent three nights after leaving Lost Dutchman. And after a night at my Dad’s in Tucson.

The campground is way south in Arizona, 12 miles north of Nogales, Mexico and about 70 miles south of Tucson. It is over 3000 feet in elevation and during my stay in late March the weather was perfect. Reservations are highly recommended.

I set up camp and watched the campground fill up.

This was the Wednesday before Good Friday and the crowd was mixed between Birders, Boaters, Fisherman, and families that wanted to picnic and splash in the lake.

I really enjoyed my stay here and took a lot of photos. Bear with me as I walk you around the campground. I headed in a counterclockwise circle.

First up was the beach.

Followed by the Beach Group Ramada and the first boat ramp.

I passed by the Visitor Center a walked over a neat (and relatively high) bridge.

It’s about 50 feet high at the apex and you are not allowed to jump off. No worries. I was not planning on doing that.

Next came the Point Group Ramada and the day use area. Both the Ramada’s can be reserved.

Finishing up the loop back to the campground I walked by the marina (see the bridge the background) where you can rent all types of boats and the second boat ramp.

Back at the camp there is the Lakeside Market and a helpful map.

This campground has everything you could ask for, including free showers and water and electrical hookups. Check it out. You won’t be disappointed. Unlike some of the people who met their end a long time ago where I stopped to visit on my way to Roper Lake State Park.

Yeah, that place.

They say it is the most famous ground in the State of Arizona. I have proof.

Note to self. Don’t nickname next girlfriend Big Nose Selma. Didn’t work out well for Doc Holliday.

They have the main street closed off so you can walk down the middle of it asking strangers to “Draw!”

It was kinda weird walking this street with all of it’s history.

I didn’t open it. There is also grub and whiskey if you need some.

And even a quick way out of town.

A visit to the famous Court House is a must see. Full of cool stuff.

It’s a State Historical Landmark. Then there was this sign. Not quite sure what is going on here. But it sounds intriguing.

Alrighty, onward to Roper Lake.

Set up camp and watched the sunset on Saturday night.

While Patagonia Lake has over 100 campsites, not including a dozen boat-in ones, Roper has about 60 and also has some cabins, like this one.

Not too shabby!

Easter Sunday I walked the campground. I also took this photo of Mt. Graham which will have relevance soon.

That evening I gave some neighbors a bunch of firewood and they returned later with my Easter dinner. How nice is that.

Macaroni salad, mashed potatoes (all covered in gravy), refried beans, carnitas and some toasted bread. Delicious!!!

I took a sunrise photo Monday morning before I left.

Monday was also April 1, aka April Fool’s Day and I definitely hit that head on.

I was heading to Chaco Culture National Historic Monument about 400 miles away in New Mexico. I had wanted to stay at Lyman Lake State Park in Arizona, about half way there, but that was closed due to budget cuts.

I always compare the GPS routing with a paper map, and it seemed the GPS had me going quite a few miles farther. So I stayed on the 191 and headed North.

Everything was going smoothly until I reached the mountains. It took me 4 hours to cover 80 miles. Here is another picture of Mt. Graham.

That is it in the distance and those are the mountains I drove over in second gear the whole way on a narrow winding road, like this.

At over 9200 feet there was even some snow.

I entered New Mexico on the 191 and found the road to Chaco Culture. It was dirt, with a sign that said the 20 mile unimproved road might be impassable. That was not going work for me pulling a trailer.

My next planned stop was at Navajo Lake State Park in Colorado. 180 miles away. There were no campgrounds in between. So I kept going.

I had been driving for 12 hours already and was starting to lose daylight.

I lost it close to the campground. I pulled in at 8:30 pm.

I am a life long tent camper, but there is something to be said for RV’s and trailers. Having a ready made bed with no set up required was nice.

I woke up at dawn in the deserted campground needing to use the restroom. Badly. They were all locked until April 15th, even the vault toilets. WTF! The nearest town was Pagosa Springs 30 miles east on CO 160 so I left without taking any photos. I had to.

Made it, gassed up, and crossed Wolf Creek Pass, all 10,000+ feet of it.

There was some snow at the top but none on the road. The tunnel was a little icy, however.

I took a refreshing dip in a stream before I arrived at Great Sand Dunes National Park.

The weather was perfect. 70 degrees and sunny. I checked out the Visitor Center and set up camp.

There are 88 campsites in the park, 44 are reservable. Plus three group sites, also reservable. There is only one spot capable of handling any rig larger than 30 feet and that is site 1, pictured above. I was going to walk the campground on Wednesday but decided to do it right away. I am glad I did.

Below is site 67, one of my favorites, and a photo of the dunes. They are the largest in the country. Some reach over 500 feet.

The little black specks are people hiking the dunes.

Then the wind started howling and the temperature dropped 30 degrees.

People were struggling to make it back safely. You can see the sand flying.

Yeah. Wednesday morning, today as I write this, brought some snow.

The dunes looked a little different.

I stopped by San Luis State Park on my way out to take some photos.

The Park is only 20 minutes west of the dunes and offers electrical hookups and can accommodate any size rig. Check out the photo below. The mountains in the distance abut the Great Sand Dunes. Yes, it was snowing lightly on me as I was packing up.

This is another area to add to your bucket list. A must see. You can rent sandboards to surf the dunes, hike to lakes and waterfalls, go off-roading, or just roll in the sand.

This blog post encompasses exactly one week in my trip. From close to the Mexican Border to snowy Colorado. There is a lot more ahead. I am just getting started. Stay tuned!

Regards,

Greg

London Calling

 

Picking up where I left off, I ran into a sandstorm just outside of Baker, CA. Visibility was near zero a few times. When it cleared up a bit I took a photo.

That pic doesn’t do the storm justice. I had 400 miles to drive to my next campground. Since this was my first time pulling the trailer I decided to cut the distance in half and camp for a night at Park Moabi near Needles, CA.

They now have wi-fi in the campground and that is where I posted the previous blog. The next morning I was treated to a nice sunrise.

Heading out of the campground I saw an interesting sign.

That would be a fun trip. Following the entire length of Route 66…

I rejoined I40 and headed east across the Colorado River into Arizona. Nine miles in I turned south on AZ 95 and headed south. First stop was the London Bridge.

My Brother told me a story about the purchase of this bridge. Seems the buyer thought he was getting the more famous Tower Bridge and he was mislead. I don’t know. My Brother is pretty smart, however. Definitely the second smartest of my Parent’s two sons.

The area is pretty well built up into a popular tourist destination. Lot’s of shops and restaurants.

I keep following the river south and come across the Bill Williams Wildlife Reserve. Very beautiful in the morning light.

I gas up in Parker, AZ. and head east to Alamo Lake State Park.

After setting up camp I make a some tacos, the world’s perfect food.

Alamo Lake is around 140 miles east of Phoenix. There are over 200 sites and it is especially popular for fisherman. They range from no hookups to just electric and full hookups. There are fishing tournaments here most weekends. I have never seen a trolling battery recharging station before.

They have a small store and a large boat ramp.

Did I mention that it is popular with fisherman?

I hooked the trailer back up a few days later and headed out.

I noticed a sunrise reflection in my rear side window.

Pretty cool. Remember to focus on the reflection, not your car.

40 miles east of Phoenix is Lost Dutchman State Park.

This is a newer park, opening in December 1977. While Alamo is geared towards the boater, this park has plenty of great trails for the hiker. Free maps are available. There are 72 sites – 38 with water and electricity. In the cooler months reservations are a must. I set up camp and rested my feet.

I was lucky enough to reserve site 38. Several people told me this is the best site in the campground. It has unobstructed views of the the Superstition Mountains.  They are called this because as the sun moves across the sky, different shapes appear. In the picture below I see a snake jutting out of the ground on the right and some kind of scary warrior on the left holding a sword and a shield and staring at me.

20 minutes later they were gone. The setting sun cast a warm glow over the mountain.

Almost matches the color of the campfire.

That is an Arizona postcard shot!

I literally turned around to watch the sunset.

As I headed out the next morning I said goodbye my cactus buddy and stopped at an old ghost and mining town about 1 mile from the park.

Whereas the Bodie Ghost Town near Bridgeport, CA. is basically untouched, this one has some places to eat and shop.

I like the cactus in the middle of the street.

There is even a train that you can ride on that encircles the town.

On the way out I pass one last building.

What’s that sign say?

I am not in that big of a hurry…

Regards,

Greg