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THE ADVENTURE CREW: Master, The Nomad, Sweet Bird of Freedom (aka Freeta Roam), Pixie & Pod, Miss Cycle, Ivan the writing muse, Jude, and the brains of the crew--Croc. DOUBLE-CLICK ON ANY PHOTO TO ENLARGE

Sunday, April 27, 2008

 

Sometime before March 17, 2008

Desert sunsets.





 

sometime before March 17, 2008

Way high above this mountain is some kind of blimp used in border protection.

 

sometime before March 17, 2008

What could Cousin Renae and the Shadow Dog be looking at?

The Shadow Dog Mountain!

Campsite by Shadow Dog Mountain




 

Sometime before March 17, 2008

One of our campsites in the desert.
Ours were the only tire tracks in. And ours were the only tire tracks out.
We spent our time walking, hiking, looking for quartz and pretty rocks, playing around with the telescope, and generally being lazy bums.
Cousin Renae in an afternoon trance.



 

Sometime before March 17, 2008

Made it to Quartzsite and made camp off-road in the desert. Didn't know what day it was. Didn't know what time it was. Didn't care.
Went into town one day and saw the sights.
Local bookstore called Reader's Oasis and run by Paul Winer, who is a nudist, and his wife. Don't say he didn't give you aire warning with the sign out front.

The naked bookseller and his wife.

Had dinner at the Best Mexican Resturant in town. No, that's it's name. The Best Mexican Resturant. And while we ate, we were seranaded by....


Lonesome Larry.
He sang old, old cowboy songs and had a very good voice.





 

Sometime before March 17, 2008

Stopped at Lake Havasu City, Arizona and saw the original London Bridge.Originally built in London in 1831, it became unstructurally sound for modern traffic and was sold to the founder of Lake Havasu in 1962.
It was taken apart and each piece numbered, then reassembled in Arizona. The job took 3 years and had its gran Arizona opening in 1971.


 

sometime before March 17, 2008

Well, it was good we saw the burros outside Oatman, because Oatman was so freakin' busy with tourists who had carrots, that it was impossible to enjoy the burros.What is a town without an Ore House?


Or a mine cart of ore?


One store was papered with tens of thousands of dollar bills.


Here's Judy in front of Judy's Saloon.



And there were cowboys galore.






 

Sometime before March 17, 2008

Part of our adventure took us along the famous Route 66. At the sight below, we met a man from Germany who was living his dream of driving Route 66 on the back of a Harley Hog.
On the way to Oatman, we came upon a small herd of wild burros.


Oatman was a mining town in the 1800s, but when the miners up and left, their burros were turned loose. They bred and generations later, the descendents wander into Oatman for free handouts.

As you can see, they are very friendly, especially since Jude had carrots at the ready.


Oooh-weeeee. Look out for those fingers!


The burros were curious about Shadow Dog. Eventhough he was bark-bark-barking and had no carrots, the burros still came around.





 

Sometime before March 17, 2008

Campsite on the way to Oatman. Just pick the most rough, gravelly, undriveable road -- and take it.
Of course we took it after dark, This is what we saw in the morning.


 

Sometime before March 17, 2008

Big horn sheep.As Renae and Jude caravanned, we utilizied a pair of walkie-talkies -- and talkied all the way. Renae spotted a group of big horn sheep and we immediately pulled over and got out the binoculars. Spent about an hour, until they got too far away.
Wowizer!


 

Sometime before March 17, 2008

DOG is my co-pilot.This adventure required that the Shadow Dog come along.
When we went to San Diego, the Shadow Dog quit eating and drinking, and got flat as a pancake, and almost died. So Jude knew we couldn't leave him in SacTown without his mom.
As a result Shadow Dog became the co-pilot

 

Sometime before March 17, 2008

OK. By now Jude has lost track of time. The phone was set to the "must start back to SacTown" day, but that was as close as we came to clockwatching. Sign posted at an oasis.

Oasis. The pond contained a multitude of fish, but because of the "stuff" in the water, they were colored like tropical fish. There were also turtles in the pond and they became our main look-hard-and-long to find thems.



 

March 8, 2008

One last look at Valley of Fire before heading to Arizona.
Renae inside a huge pipe running under the road. All about were Flash Flood warning signs. This pipe was to keep the road from being washed away.



Saw this cross when The Crew left Valley of Fire the first time. It was too dark to get a good look, so when we came back, Renae and Jude made the hike. The story isn't as good as the cross.


Sunset. You can make out the Nomad in the lower, left corner, as she patiently awaits our return. We stayed here a good part of the night watching stars.




 

March 7 & 8, 2008 Lake Mead Campsite

Spent a couple of days here. Went metal detecting to the shoreline, then Jude threw rocks in the water while Renae skipped them, looked for shapes in the clouds, watched boats and fishermen.
Drove into Overton to an Anasazi Museum. Learned the the largest Anasazi civilization discovered lies on the bottom of Lake Mead, buried in a water grave when Hoover Dam was built.


 

March 6, 2008 Valley of Fire

On the way to Valley of Fire, The Crew stopped at and Indian store/resturant/casino, and after looking around Jude decided to play a penny slot machine. After putting $1.80 in, she hit a $32 jackpot. She cashed out and considered herself very lucky. The bounty more than paid the entrance fee into the Valley of Fire.

Road into the Valley of Fire.

This was on one of our first hikes. Little gratitude offerings on rock shelves. Actually we didn't know what they were, but gratitude offerings seemed to fit the bill. Balancing gratitude rocks became our custom on this adventure, as we left these offerings everywhere we stopped.


There was such beauty everywhere we went. Since the summer temps get to 130 degrees, we were fortunate to be here in March when the temps were in the low to mid 80s.
A steep climb up a rock mountain ended in a spectacular display of petrogliphs.



And as always were were blessed with crow and raven sightings.







Sunset on an awesome day.








 

March 5, 2008

So the plan was that Spud Cuz and Jude would meet in Las Vegas.

But when The Crew got to Las Vegas, Spud Cuz was on her way to Mesquite. So.....the meeting place was moved to Overton.

But when Spud Cuz got to Overton, The Crew was at the Valley of Fire. So......the meeting place was moved to Lake Mead.

But when The Crew got to Lake Mead -- down a 1 lane road with no street lights, no electribal or phone lines -- no Spud Cuz.

So....Jude phoned Spud Cuz and said if she got to Lake Mead and The Crew wasn't there to call because Jude had obviously gotten us lost again.

But after we had set up camp, cooked, and eaten -- who should drive up but Spud Cuz, Renae.

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