Month: July 2026

We took an open registration site that was only opened for the night we needed. We now need two more days. There are only two open “first come” sites available in the loop.

The host told us that another couple is looking to move into one of them, so this morning we eat and clean up and watch for the person in site 24 to leave. Nancy is walking with Moe, and I am sitting watching the road. It is 10:58. I start the car and drive the camper to site 24 and walk back to get my bicycle. As I ride to the new site, I see a man looking at our camper and the tag that I moved to the post. He seemed upset and dismayed. I beat him to the site. The other open site is 25. This is also a nice site, but the table is broken as a result of a fallen large tree.

He left to try to find another open site, but it would need to be in another loop. Nancy comes back and already knew the situation. She likes the shade in 25, which is much better, but not having a table is an inconvenience. One that we could forfeit in return for the shade sheltering the full day’s sun.

I ride my bike to find this other person. I find him walking the loop with his wife. I let him know that 24 is now open. We have moved to 25. His surprised expression and sincere thank you were deeply felt.

He is carrying a sack with a pop-up tent and places it into his new site. He helps carry over the rest of our gear.

We visit Mikey and Alison and become friends. They are great neighbors to have and share common interests. I gave them my contact card with the hope that we can follow each other’s adventures.

Our site is right on the Conejos River, a tributary of the Rio Grande. This is a favorite fishing river. We enjoyed hiking the water trail.

Leaving this morning, easy, I move the bike and gear into the camper, load the car, and off we drive.

We are driving on Route 64, a major road that is mostly cutting through mountains. It is very desert like with a few more trees. This is the Apache Reservation.

Just a few small towns and nothing else that I can see, maybe a ranch or two scattered among the many gas wells.

We cross into Colorado and climb through the San Juan Mountains. We are heading for Aspen Glade Campground in the Rio Grande National Forest. We don’t know for certain that there will be sites available; this campground has multiple “first come” sites. We hope to find one for the night.

We ride around the first loop and see a few that might be nice. Nancy wants to drive into other loops to see what might be. We luck out; the first site is opened for the night, and that is all we need.

This is a dream site, with many shade trees and it is on the bank of the Conejos River.

It is so nice here that we talk to the host and end up canceling tomorrow and the next night’s reservations at Great Sand Dunes National Park. We will enjoy this campground a bit longer.

Moe now knows where I sleep. I heard Nancy open the camper door, and Moe walked over to welcome me into the day. I put him on top of me before setting him back on the ground. My feet followed. The day has begun.

A 3:00 p.m. thunderstorm rolls through. With it comes wind and heavy rain. I’m sitting under the screen tent enjoying the wind-swept water on my legs.

It is now hailing. Five minutes later, the hail stops, and all this time the sky is blue with white puffy clouds. The thirty-minute storm has left us with what feels like a twenty-degree drop in temperature.

It became dinner time, and Moe let us know. I feed Moe, and Nancy is busy prepping veggies and slicing sausage. I get the camp stove ready. I start stir-frying, and Nancy brings out the rice. This is a great meal; who says camp food can’t be on the edge of gourmet?

I reset up the hammock. I took it down when the thunder got close. Moe has a fear, or more accurately, a trauma attack when it’s booming. Even the sound of rain drumming on the roof sets him quivering. He bolted into the camper, and Nancy went in to comfort him. I sat under the screen tent where the full effect was felt and seen. First, the wind blowing anything untethered. Then the downpour followed by three-eight-inch hail. And then, as soon as it came, it was gone.

Tonight is our last night here. Tomorrow, we will be heading to new adventures.

Waking up at 6 a.m., the sun is up above the horizon. I am watching two birds hopping above branches. I hear Nancy and Moe come outside and walk down the steps to my hammock. Moe is excited and stretches his back legs to put his paws on my arm. Nancy lifts and sets him on my chest. Moe is excited and I receive an uncountable number of face licks. It is time to get up. I set him back onto the ground.

Breakfast is over and the cleanup is done. We drive to the Marina to see if we can get ice there. Oh yeah, it is like a mall with a supermarket.

We leave the Park and head to Aztec, NM, to a laundromat. Washing clothes first, then off to the Aztec Ruins Monument.

It is humbling to stand in front of this city. The Aztec Ruins, a title coined by a civilization that has no understanding of the culture that created and left this behind. The skill, knowledge, and desire are gone. What lasts in this stone architecture is theory and to those of heritage, a pride that will not be forgotten.

Aztec Ruins history

Hot and tired, we finish up errands and head back to our nest overlooking the lake.

My last thought as I sway with the breeze in a hammock is, we have lost so much.

A slow morning, the sunrise fills my eyes. I look around and all is peaceful. The campground is quiet. I just lay moving with the slow wave of cool air. I realize that this will not last. The rising sun will soon take all this away until it sets below the horizon once more.

Today we will ride to the Salmon Ruins site where Nancy was on a dig unearthing this village fifty-two years ago. This is the history that I found on the museum’s website:

“The ruins found at Salmon, a large Chacoan Anasazi living complex, date back to the 11th century. Once the largest outlying Chaco Canyon colony, Salmon Ruins was occupied by an estimated 200 to 300 people. The structure stood three stories high and featured a central towering kiva, great kiva, and more than 200 rooms. The distinctive style of stonework used is the same as that found at Chaco Canyon (Chaco Culture National Historical Park). The first or Primary Occupation began A.D. 1088 and the Secondary Occupation began after the abandonment of Chaco Canyon and involved major modifications of the original architecture. The remodeled Pueblo became the largest on the San Juan River until it was officially abandoned in the late 13th century. Salmon is unique in that research at the site continues. In 2008 Salmon Ruins archaeologists discovered a Summer Solstice and Lunar Standstill Observatory”.

Nancy has a much better knowledge of this history than I, for a better understanding click here

We begin the tour by walking through the replica village, the introduction before going to the ruins.

Moe is very tired with the heat so we fill a water bowl for him to have while he waits for us to finish the tour in the car with the AC keeping him cool. He doesn’t like missing out on the adventures but I’m sure he is happy to not be walking in the sun for two hours.

The Salmon ranch in the 1870’s:

The Village:

Nancy and I are exhausted and thirsty by the time we get back into the car. Moe looks to be in better form than the two of us and happy to be united with his pack.

After a light cold dinner we walk with Moe to the rim of the lake. We finish the day with watermelon that has been in the cooler in ice water. A perfect ending.

Just before breakfast, Nancy came back from Moe’s morning walk. She went down the start of a trail and discovered that from the rim, you can see the Hovenweep Ruins.

We are breaking camp when Peter and Sarah drive by, saying goodbye. They are headed to their next campground; we will soon be heading to ours.

We will be crossing the border into Colorado, heading southeast. I see a road sign for Four Corners. I suggest we go off route to see the corner boundaries of Colorado, Utah, Arizona, and New Mexico. It is only five miles away. This was a big letdown, a tourist trap. The corner marker is surrounded by vendors selling worthless crap presented as art. Moe was not allowed in the circus around the boundary marker. I went back to sit in the car with Moe.

Back on the road, we soon enter Arizona, and then we cross into New Mexico.

We are now in our campsite on the rim of Navajo Dam. This is a much busier place than we left. We have a nice site with water and electric and a shade spot for my hammock. There is a shower here. I am relaxing and comfortable with four days of grime scrubbed from my skin. Tomorrow promises to be a busy day.

The sleeps outside in the hammock have been wonderful. The peaceful, cool air, almost cold, recharges my body from the heat of the day. I enjoy so much sleeping under an open sky, breathing in cool air.

This section of the country is such a contrast to New England, where I have spent almost my entire life. I love the newness, being out of my element.

Today, we need ice for the cooler and some groceries. The city of Cortez, CO, thirty miles away, is where we need to drive. Our campground is at the Four Corners, Utah, Colorado, Arizona, and New Mexico.

On our drive to Cortez, we see smoke billowing over the mountain range. We have lunch and do the shopping. On the return, the fires have spread over to this side of the range.

Back at the campground, we relax in the shade until 7:00 pm visiting with Peter and Sarah. We finish the night celebrating July 4th with margaritas in a can. Classy!

It is now and cool. I’m ready for another great night in the hammock.

Just before sunrise, I woke and looked at the sky. I closed my eyes for a bit more sleep.

This morning, Nancy made pancakes. We settled into the heat and relaxed most of the day. The ravens didn’t seem to mind the heat; two sat on the shade structures over picnic tables, moving between ours and the two other occupied sites.

But the shade is no match for the heat. Moe looks miserable moving from being near us to under the camper. He is panting, so I soak a face cloth with cool water and place it on his back, securing it by tucking it under his collar. This seems to be working.

Dinner is teriyaki beef over rice.  After the clean-up, we drive to Cutthroat Castle, where we hike to the ruins.

We then drive to Painted Hands Pueblo to hike the rim before sunset.

Driving back to our campsite, the sunset is on our right as we headed south.

I slept well last night with a cool breeze sweeping my face.

The warm sun on my face and light leaking through my eyelids awakened me to hear Nancy and Moe moving and talking in the camper. Putting my foot on the ground and doing a big stretch, I fill my lungs with morning air. There is no better way to sleep than under an open sky. 

As I light the cook stove with breakfast in mind, I feel the burning heat on my back. This is the moment I realize I am as comfortable as I will be today. The sun rises and the heat builds.

Somewhere in the move here, I lost my toothbrush. We are hours away from any kind of store. Aneth is the closest town that might have toothbrushes; Sinclair gas station is a forty-minute drive.

The small town with a handful of buildings only has this one option. Nope! The man behind the counter informs me that the Family Dollar in Montezuma Creek is my best bet. We drive another eight miles to hopefully find a toothbrush. Yes! They have what I need; I also buy a bag of ice, the campground doesn’t sell ice. The gift shop at the Visitor Center only sells useless memorabilia, nothing that would actually be useful to the campers they host.

We head back to the campground. It is now hot enough to melt shoes on the pavement. The ice survived and filled the cooler. Nancy, Moe, and I seek out tiny spots of shade where we scrunch, pretending to feel a bit cooler.

After a nice Ravioli dinner cooked by Nancy, we headed to the trail down into the canyon and up to the other side to hike the rim to see the ancestral Puebloan village.

The sun is setting, what a great time to be here in this light. The scenery is stunning. What a beautiful place to live life.

I fall asleep under a bright star-filled sky.