Back in the US of A!

We left Victoria, British Columbia on a ferry only to land smack in the middle of vampire country.  Welcome to Olympic National Park!  I did not like dem woods.

It was only when I crossed the vampire treaty line and arrived on the coast at La Push, WA that I let my guard down a little.

That is, until a “test” tsunami warning blared over the loudspeakers.  From then on I kept one eye on the ocean and one eye on the woods at all times.

© 2011 Richard Broadwell - La Push, WA

And then, in the middle of nowhere with who knows what lurking about, my humans locked us out of the trailer.  The moon was full and there wasn’t a locksmith for miles.  It took me about 20 jittery minutes to jimmy a window and crawl inside.  My nerves with my humans!  But hey, they do all the driving, shopping, cooking, cleaning and setting up so I can’t complain too much.  They also know how to build a great fire to keep the critters away!

© 2011 Richard Broadwell - La Push, WA

© 2011 Richard Broadwell - La Push, WA

We continued south to Copalis Beach, WA where you can drive for miles on a very wide flat beach.  We took the truck onto the sand for a test drive and since it was so easy we decided to try this further south on the 26 mile Long Beach Peninsula with the trailer hitched up.  Camping right on the beach… sounds great, right?  People have been driving on this beach since the automobile arrived in the west.  So we followed all the other cars to the beach access, but when we arrived at the shore it was high tide and there was nothing but soft sand.  Everybody else just turned around, but we couldn’t with our 45 feet of rig.  So we backed up for a 1/2 mile!  Let me just say this was not the highlight of the trip and all pictures have been destroyed.

© 2011 Richard Broadwell - Cannon Beach, OR

We were so happy to arrive in Oregon.  I have longed to see this stretch of coast, and we did, all 363 miles of it.  People actually bike the twisty 101, lugging all their camping gear and stopping overnight in the 48 or so beautiful State Parks along the way.  Watching them struggle their way up the many Capes with vertical climbs of 500 to a 1000 feet made me so glad to be zipping along in the silver bubble.

We first stopped in Cannon Beach where we learned to appreciate that beast called “the fog”.  So in that spirit I am dedicating this post to fuzzy landscapes.

Ecola Beach State Park

Luckily we still had lots of beautiful sunsets!  It was here that I discovered the joys of grubbing for sea food.  Much better pickings than the left over bits of marshmallows I was finding in the woods.  I’m not sure why my humans put a stop to this, I thought dead crabs are good for you?

© 2011 Richard Broadwell - Cannon Beach, OR

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Next we took a little detour inland to a very warm and sunny Portland to visit some dear friends.  What a great city!  A big shout out to Ruth and Debbie who lovingly showed us their wonderful town.

This is me in a little Zip car Debbie rented. We had a blast!

Back to the coast, and the fog!  We hunkered down at the Sea and Sand RV park in Depoe Bay for 3 days until it broke.  But when it did…WOW!

The further south you go the less developed it becomes.  It’s a wild coast, full of rocky sea stacks and crashing surf.  Below is lovely Gold Beach.

© Richard Broadwell - Gold Beach, OR

And we loved this long stretch of Samuel H Boardman State Park.

© 2011 Richard Broadwell - Samuel H. Boardman State Park

© 2011 Richard Broadwell - Samuel H. Boardman State Park

But as much as we liked the Oregon Coast, the best was yet to come.

Coming up next:  California Dreaming!

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British Columbia (BC) = Bring Cash!

Just kidding!!  It’s just that the two things we consume the most of… wine and gas, were more expensive fosho!

BC is the land of lakes and you know how much I like lakes!  But seriously, I’ve never seen so many BIG lakes and I wanted to swim in every single one.

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Our very first, Kootenay Lake, is 90 miles long and glacier carved with snow capped mountains hovering above. The roads were squiggly and ran along the entire length on both sides.  There is the charming town of Nelson which transformed itself from a struggling lumber town into a thriving arts and mountain sports mecca.  Not too far away they hold the annual Shambhala Music festival at the Salmo River Ranch.  We cut across the mountain at Kaslow to Slokan Lake which connects to the Upper Arrow Lake which connects to the… well you get the idea.  There’s so many lakes and they’re so big that twice we got to take a ferry across for FREE!   The best deal of the trip.
Because the rivers were still blown out from the late snow melt and the fishing stunk we ended up in yet another lake mecca, the Okanagan Lake area.  We stopped off in Vernon at the very north end so my human could play golf.  And then we headed south to Oliver, the wine capital of Canada!

© 2011 Richard Broadwell - Oliver, BC

Oliver is in the desert but with vineyards.  It was like home, so warm!  We visited wineries and did tastings, discovering some great Canadian Pinot Gris.

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From Oliver we headed to Vancouver, where the weather was perfect.  I could see the total livability of this city but don’t know if I could take the rain, 47 inches a year.  We took the Skytrain downtown then took a tiny taxi ferry to the Granville Island Market.  The food!  My mouth was watering but all I got was some kibble.  Have to keep my girlish figure!

We couldn’t wait to get to Vancouver Island, until they measured us at the ferry terminal. Ay yi yi!  We’re 45 feet long and they charge by the foot.  But we thought it was worth every penny.  On the ferry ride the rig was parked on the outer lane underneath but with open portholes and when we flung the windows open the trailer transformed into a houseboat.  Ah, the ocean air!  I really want to look into buying a barge.

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But Tofino was my favorite – I went crazy when I finally got to the beach!

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Free at last!

And though we had some fog it was still beautiful with great sunsets.  We had lots of campfires and tons of halibut fish and chips.  Tofino is the gateway to the Clayoquot Sound region, a world UNESCO biosphere reserve.  It is a pristine wilderness with surfing, whale watching, kayaking and more.

© 2011 Richard Broadwell - Tofino, BC

Tofino is the northern most accessible spot in the Pacific Rim National Park Reserve, a combination of rain forests and rugged coastline.  The drive there is quite tricky, especially with the rig and lots of people take a float plane or a ferry.  Now here it really rains, 118 inches a year.  I would love to be there during a big winter storm, it must be wild.  We had a lovely early dinner at Wickaninnish Restaurant on Long Beach after a drive to Ucluelet, just south of Tofino.

© 2011 Richard Broadwell - Long Beach, BC

There are a couple of great campgrounds in Tofino; Bella Pacifica right above the sand and Crystal Cove with campsites off the beach.  Both are on beautiful Mackenzie Beach.  We didn’t have to worry about bears at our campground, just cougars! There was an attack nearby while we were there.  I love kitty cats but come on.

When we first started this adventure I thought I would have lots of horrible but funny stories about living the RV life, it wasn’t my idea to go on this trip you know?  But instead it’s been the most uplifting experience.  I’ve met the most incredible people along the way, eh?  In Vernon it was the Scott family, who were missing their Miller and gave me tons of love.  And the humans all had a pretty good time too.  And in Oliver we met Annie and Frida.  I tried to teach them how to swim but I’m not sure it comes naturally to pugs and fugs (french bulldog and pug).  Their humans, Pat and Dallas, invited us to their home on Vancouver Island and fed us a yummy steak dinner with all the fixings while we finished the last of the Oliver wine stash together.  Like I said, it turns out the nicest people go glamping.

© 2011 Richard Broadwell - Victoria BC

The last night before our return to the States was quintessential BC.  We spent the night smack on the waterfront in Victoria at the ferry dock  for FREE, that is if you don’t count how much 45 feet of rig costs.

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The classic wooden boat show was in full swing and an outdoor concert on the waterfront was our playlist.  The joint was jumping on a warm Sunday night.  Everybody had the next day off as it was Monday, Labor Day, which made for quite the festive evening.

It was the perfect ending to our BC experience.

© 2011 Richard Broadwell - Victoria, BC

Coming up next:  Back in the USsA!

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OH! Canada!

On my very first day in Alberta, Canada I saw 8 bears at Waterton National Park.  But I wasn’t afraid, as a matter of fact, I just ignored them like they aren’t even there.  We had a resident black bear at the fabulous Crandell Mountain campground turning over rotten logs looking for grubs.  I love to grub around the fire pits myself, we’re dining buddies!

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My humans got all nervous and whipped out their bear mace when they saw 2 black bears on a hike to a nearby lake, but not me.  I’m just like la di da… no big deal. You just have to be careful if they have cubs, like this big mama bear pictured below.  Luckily we saw her from a boat, not on a hike.

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© 2011 Richard Broadwell - Prince of Wales Hotel at Waterton NP

After Waterton we headed north to Lake Louise.  Talk about great swimming, I LOVED the glacial lakes.  The colder the better became my motto!

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I even went on a long uphill hike to the Lake Agnes Teahouse just so I could swim in the coldest water possible.  Even though my humans think I’m cray cray to swim in ice water don’t knock it till you try it.  Totally invigorating!

© 2011 Richard Broadwell - Lake Louise

I thought Moraine Lake was as beautiful if not more so than Lake Louise.  Here I am just hanging out, getting some sun!

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Just in case you want to see what it looks like without my mug in the way.

© 2011 Richard Broadwell - Moraine Lake

We were off to Banff next and were lucky enough to snag a campsite at the Two Jack Lake Campground at the bottom of Lake Minnewanka.  There are only 74 campsites with no hookups, and 23 are for walk-in tenting so it’s not easy to get a spot but worth waiting in line for any of the all first-come first-served sites.  It’s the best place to camp in Banff National Park.

While there I met the nicest couple from the Netherlands, Katrien and Tim.  We all had a great time hanging out and they gave me all the loving I wanted (and deserved) and I vowed to somehow visit them in Amsterdam.  I’ve heard it’s a really happening place.

© 2011 Richard Broadwell - Lake Minnewanka

After Banff we hit the Icefields Parkway heading towards the Great White North and just when I thought the landscape couldn’t get more beautiful, BOOM!  I was skeptical when I heard it was one of the most scenic roads in the world but now I’m a believer!

© 2011 Richard Broadwell - Bow Lake

© 2011 Richard Broadwell - Bow Lake

Here we are, just hanging out at the Wabasso Campground outside of Jasper.  It was the only campground we could get into on a Saturday.  All the other 1000 plus campsites nearby were full!  The Canadians really take advantage of their summers and who can blame them?  Luckily we got some good pictures on the way up because the weather turned and we even had some snow… in August!

Brrrr!  Cold cold cold!

© 2011 Richard Broadwell - Maligne Lake

While waiting out the storm in Jasper we met some wonderful Canadians!  A big shout out to Tezz (and his Dad) for helping me with ideas to get more viewers for the blog.  I don’t know if I mentioned it before (ahem) but I’m hoping to go viral, eh!

Well that’s enough about me for today, it’s really all about the pictures anyway (wink wink).

Next up:  British Columbia (BC) = Bring Cash

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My Own Private Idaho / Montana

In case you’re wondering about the headline, I’m tired of always being two states behind in my posts hence the combo.

We arrived in Idaho hoping to start the serious fishing portion of the trip but alas the rivers were still too high so we headed to Ketchum for some fun.  I’d heard a lot of great things about the Sun Valley area over the years and I was not disappointed.  Due to a huge bike race in town there was no availability at the only RV park so we stayed in Hailey, a delightful town just a few miles south. We had a stupendous dinner at Three Ten Main Restaurant and then explored the stunning Sawtooth Mountain Range the next day.

© 2011 Richard Broadwell – Sawtooths

Not wanting to give up on staying in Ketchum we decided to scout boondocking possibilities.  We had dry camped (no hookups) in various campgrounds but we had never just driven down a dirt forest service road and found a spot to pull over.  We scouted the area first and found the perfect place.  It was only 5 miles north of Sun Valley off Trail Creek road, had a view to die for and it cost zilch!  But would it still be there in the morning with all these people streaming into town for the weekend?  Taking the chance we hooked up the airstream and set off from Hailey as early as possible and sure enough nobody else had discovered it.  We set up our camp with not a soul in sight… no other tents, trailers, RV’s or people.  It was heaven on earth and a river ran through it!

See that tiny silver spec in the middle of the picture?  That’s us!

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We met our nearest neighbors from a mile or so away, Bodie and Alli, two gorgeous Chesapeake Bay Retrievers and fellow airstreamers who are living off the grid full time.  I invited them over for cocktails and hor d’oeuvres along with their delightful humans.   We traded tips about our rigs and told tales of our travels as the sun set over the valley.

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Finally after a few days and the first trout catch of the trip we reluctantly left this heavenly spot and headed north to Stanley in the Sawtooths.  This is a must see area with tons of camping, fishing and whitewater rafting right along the Salmon River.

We had a fun dinner on the roof deck at The Bridge Street Grill and then headed north along the Salmon River to Montana.

It was time to get serious about fishing.  We went straight to The Big Hole River near Wisdom, MT but alas the water was still too high.

Getting a tip from a local we moved up to the famous Rock Creek near Missoula .  To my loyal readers… I apologize for what’s to come.  It’s going to be a real fishing report, sorry!

Now they say not to bring a trailer or an RV down Rock Creek Road, there are signs everywhere warning you.  But do you think that stopped me?  We came in from the north off the I 90.  The road is paved for a short while but very narrow.  IF you met another vehicle somebody might have to back up if there wasn’t a turn out nearby.  Our destination was Norton campground, at the end of the paved section.  It was reviewed on parkcamper.com as the only spot for RV’S.  WRONG!  When we got there it was tent camping only.  Now what?  We were 9 miles in and I wasn’t about to give up.  As we headed further south the road turned to gravel and then to dirt and became a little rough and rutted.  But I knew the silver bubble could handle it.  We came to the turnoff for the next campground, Grizzly, but it was a mile down yet another dirt road and we didn’t dare go in unscouted.  Could we turn around if needed?  Beauty and the Beast (trailer and truck) combined are about 45 feet long. I sent one of my humans to check it out on foot, he came back to report that a fellow fisherman was kind enough to tell us about a place 4 miles down that would work, Dalles Campground.  But would the road get worse?  I said let’s go for it and so we did.

© 2011 Richard Broadwell – Rock Creek, MT

At the 14-mile marker we came to a suspension bridge across the river, a sign told us we had only a ½ mile to go.  We continued on, the ruts grew a little larger but were still manageable.  Finally we pulled into Dalles Campground and it was perfect, right along the river’s edge.  We found a large enough spot that took some maneuvering to get into and proceeded to set up camp.  It was glorious and I met another buddy, Marley and his very interesting humans from Syracuse, NY as well as some other wonderful folks from Helena and Missoula.  One of them made me his special rock creek fly which worked perfectly!  I would post a picture but I traded it for some Canadian flies (it’s little, black with some elk hair and a hint of red).  I caught cutthroat, Brook and Rainbows.  The dry spell was over… the real fly fishing had finally begun!

© 2011 Richard Broadwell – Cutthroat Trout

The last day we drove south in the truck to check it out.  Just south of our Dalles Campground the road turns into a super highway.  Though still dirt it was graded with no ruts and pretty wide.  I think those 4 miles of bumps were dug on purpose to keep the non-locals out. We investigated Harry’s Flat Campground at the 17-mile marker.  Some of the sites were right along the river and we could have easily fit in many.  We continued on to mile marker 23 to see the Bitterroot Flat campground, also very accessible. We were told that eventually there are switchbacks that prohibit RV’s from going any further even though the road continues on to Philipsburg, but I’m here to report that with just a little determination you can at least make it south to Bitterroot Flat.

From here we went to the Yaak River Campground outside of Troy MT and met Kie from Canada (a huge handsome yellow lab) along with his very nice humans who gave us lots of fishing tips and flies for when we get to Canada (that’s where the Rock Creek special fly went).

© 2011 Richard Broadwell – Yaak River, MT

As a matter of fact we are currently staying in their hometown of Fernie, British Columbia.  From Troy it was on to Glacier National Park, which is absolutely stunning.

© 2011 Richard Broadwell – Glacier National Park

We went hiking and loved the scenery along the famous Going to the Sun Road.  We stayed at the wooded Glacier Campground in West Glacier where they had a wonderful outdoor Grill with great food and atmosphere, I highly recommend it.  There we met some more fantastic Canadians who were missing their kitty cats so they they gave me LOTS of love.

The Many Glacier Hotel was spectacular and I got to swim in all the lakes I could find.  You know me, the colder the better!

© 2011 Richard Broadwell – Many Glacier Hotel

© 2011 Richard Broadwell

From there we decided to come out of the woods and find some civilization so we went to Flathead Lake.  It was full-out summer mode there; boats, bikinis, and booze.

That’s me loving the lakes!

We had a fabulous time at Margarita Monday at the Raven Restaurant in Woods Bay.  So much fun in fact the next day we made a run for the border.

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Coming up next:  OH! Canada!

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Running with the Buffaloes!

© 2011 Richard Broadwell – Jenny Lake, Grand Teton National Park

© 2011 Richard Broadwell – Yellowstone National Park

We arrived in Yellowstone National Park and got our first “bear aware” orientation of the trip.  I was like, “hey, no bear will mess with the mighty me!”  But that very same day a California couple was attacked by a grizzly protecting her cubs on a very popular trail just a mile and a half from the parking lot. The husband was killed and the wife just barely escaped with her life.  I shut my pie hole about the bear danger after that and followed all the rules very closely, making sure nothing was left outside that might attract any critters.

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And we saw lots of critters; this baby elk, deer, antelope, and a black bear with two cubs. And of course tons of buffaloes.

Where do the buffaloes roam? Anywhere they damn please.  Check this guy out in the middle of the road.  He gave me the evil eye and then finally agreed to let us pass.

You would have thought I’d learned my lesson about leaving these beasts alone but it just whetted my appetite.  I would go crazy every time we saw one.  After the mozzies chased us out of Yellowstone we went south to Grand Teton National Park there was a whole herd of them stampeding across the road right in front of us and one of my humans (who shall remain nameless) forgot to shut her door when she jumped out to take pictures and I saw my chance.  I leapt out of that truck and went charging after them.  I wanted to run with the buffaloes too!  Unfortunately she caught up with me and after 3 loud shouts of my name I stopped.  I let her think I did it for her but in reality once I got up close and saw their gnarly faces I had second thoughts.

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We loved Grand Teton, one of the most breathtaking landscapes of the trip!

© 2011 Richard Broadwell – Grand Teton National Park

After my near death experience we decided we needed some civilization for a few days and Jackson, Wyoming was exactly what the doctor ordered.  We stayed at the Jackson Hole Campground outside of town near Jackson Hole. It was within walking distance to two wonderful restaurants.  Calico (Italian) and Q Roadhouse (BBQ).  We had wonderful meals at both, sitting outside and enjoying the crisp mountain air.

© 2011 Richard Broadwell – Grand Teton National Park

But the best part of Jackson was when met the most wonderful family! There were at least of dozen of them celebrating a graduation and guess what? We were in the mood to celebrate too!  As a matter of fact it was me who met them first and then I introduced them to my humans.  We had so much fun it was hard to leave.  A big shout out to the Blashak/Strahan family! Hopefully we will see them again when we go through Texas next fall.

Coming up next: My Own Private Idaho / Montana

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Good Times in the Badlands

We arrived in the Black Hills of South Dakota ready to celebrate the 4th of July holiday with fireworks at Mount Rushmore and boy did we get more than we bargained for… black skies and tornado warnings.  Having lived in the desert for so long I’m not used to weather.  It’s either hot, cold or windy.  Not a whole lot in between.  Luckily the huge thunderstorms went all around us with no direct hits.  The worry being that a hail storm could total out the silver bubble in just a few minutes.

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The next day we drove to the Badlands, what a crazy landscape. The theory that rapid dinosaur extinction followed a gigantic meteor impact was confirmed by the discovery of the 65 million year old Cretaceous-Tertiary boundary, the layer of the earth which formed after the asteroid hit the planet.  If the dinosaurs died during the massive impact, why hadn’t paleontologists found any bones in the zone right below the Cretaceous-Tertiary boundary?  Well just this week they did!  Yale researchers found a triceratops horn just five inches below the boundary in the Hell Creek formation in Montana.  This same formation lies uncovered in the Badlands.

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The next day it was off to Custer State Park for the sighting of my first buffalo.  Man that thing was huge and hairy!  It made me cray cray.  I also saw lots of antelope, some elk and deer and even some crazy burros who accosted us in the car looking for handouts.  Hey guys, all scraps go to me!

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Custer State Park was where “critter patrol” officially began.

On July 4thwe visited Mount Rushmore along with the mass of humanity.  I guess a few other people had the same idea.  But it was still great, and everybody was dressed in red, white and blue.  No fireworks though because of the fire danger from bark beetle disease.  It was the second year the famed show couldn’t go on.  Oh well, we had more lightning and thunder to look forward to anyway.

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Can you imagine the thrill when I first looked up at Mount Rushmore and saw my own likeness alongside the Presidents!  What an unexpected honor!  I mean I knew I was an internet star and everything and that my blog was getting thousands of hits a day (I’d gone viral you know).  Hell, I even broke the record of reaching 10 million followers on twitter in the shortest period of time.  Only 1 more million and watch out Bieber!  But I didn’t really expect this honor and I blushed and hemmed and hawed.  The crowd was yelling speech, speech!  And then I woke up… my human was shaking me, something about my snoring.  Hard to believe it was all just a dream…

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On our way out of South Dakota we drove through the town of Deadwood, it didn’t look anything like the TV show.  But then it was off to Devils Tower just over the Wyoming border.  Now that did look just like the movie, “Close Encounters of the Third Kind”!

I caught a whiff of something and thought it was possible there might actually be aliens inside the tower so I insisted we climb it ourselves to check it out but for some inexplicable reason only humans are allowed to venture close.

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It must be because the superior power of the canine species is so well known and the government knew I would be able to detect their lies so I’m not allowed near.  Hmmm, I think I’ve just uncovered a huge conspiracy!

Coming up next:  Running With The Buffaloes!

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Colorado Rocky Mountain High

© 2011 Richard Broadwell – Molas Lake

We started our Colorado adventure in Mesa Verde National Park.  I loved hanging outside and watching the deer, they would come really close.  Then all of a sudden one of my humans came running out of the silver bubble and chased the poor deer off.  I was shocked, but it turns out she saved me from being stomped.  Those mule deer were actually stalking me!  For a minute there I thought I was back in Hollywood.

© 2011 Richard Broadwell – Silverton, CO

Next stop was Durango where I met my first real cowboy and then up into the mountains to Silverton with an elevation of 9300 ft.

What a great little town.  We had a wonderful time at Handlebars Restaurant and Saloon though I didn’t quite understand why they have all those dead animals hanging around.

I hope that’s not how I’m going to end up, stuffed and nailed to the wall.

We loved the incredible town of Ouray, the inspiration for the utopian secret hideaway  in Ayn Rand’s “Atlas Shrugged”.

© 2011 Richard Broadwell – Ouray, CO

And also nearby Telluride, which figures prominently in Thomas Pychon’s “Against The Day”.   I love Pynchon, my favorite is “The Crying of Lot 49”, probably because it’s his shortest.

© 2011 Richard Broadwell – Telluride, CO

The highlight of the trip was renting a jeep at the Silver Summit RV Park and driving the Alpine Loop through the San Juan Mountains.  If you ever get a chance this is an experience not to be missed.  There are many great jeep trails in the area but we did the 80 mile loop from Silverton past the ghost towns of Eureka and Animas Forks and through Engineer Pass which sits at 12,800.

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At the top there were 10 ft snow banks on either side of the road which were welcomed after the terrifying sheer cliffs we’d been inching our way along.  I had to pry my paws off the steering wheel after that part.

But hey, I did get to play in the snow!

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Then we wound our way down to Lake City, which is a very cool town that I had never heard of.   Then back up and over Cinnamon Pass at 12,600 ft on what I swore was nothing but a goat path!  Now they called it a jeep road but it was more like a trail of boulders.  I felt lucky to have come through it alive.  So much so that we had to celebrate that night with our neighbors Boo and Gracie, the most gorgeous chocolate labs you’ve ever seen, and their humans from Denver.  Chewy was there too with his humans from Oklahoma City.  They were all very camera shy and made me promise not to post anything on facebook (I have my own page you know) so there are no pictures to show you.  But let me tell you… a good time was had by all!

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“WTF!  Where’s my sunglasses?! I’m feeling a little fuzzy this morning!”

After we recovered from that night and at my insistence we were off to Molas Lake, the highest campground in the United States at 10,300 ft.  You know me, I couldn’t resist a little swim in the freezing cold lake, it’s good for sore muscles you know.

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But my titanium knees must have thrown me over the edge.  Having been at high altitude for over a week I thought I was all good, but soon the signs were there… and they weren’t pretty.  Luckily my humans had some altitude sickness pills with them and after a quick Google search they knew just how much to give me.  I was back to my old self in a half hour and able to enjoy the wonderful filet mignon we had by the campfire that night.  Yum yum.  That’s our spot below!

© 2011 Richard Broadwell – Molas Lake, CO

But our CO adventure was not to end there.  We very sadly left the Durango area and stopped along the way at The Great Sand Dunes National Monument where I just about had a cow over how hot it was.  I thought we’d left the desert finally, remember?

Thankfully, the next day we were off to Denver to get that pesky awning fixed.  We had not been able to use it since Lake Powell and the high altitude sun was taking its toll.  But alas the news was bad, very bad.   It would take $9500 and a couple of weeks in dry dock to properly repair the damage done to the aluminum skin.   Luckily for us we have Progressive as our insurance company because they jumped right on the case and cut a check immediately for an emergency repair.   A big shout out to Dave in the service department at Windish RV in Lakewood, CO for getting us in and out right before the big holiday weekend.   They did a fabulous job on the patch and our awning works again!  Yay!!

While the Airstream was in the shop we drove up to my grandparents house in Beaver Creek, CO.

They have a new baby boy, Tobey who we hadn’t met before.  And of course I was so glad to see my ole pal Jake again. I love both my uncles!

Unfortunately for me, I thought Tobey needed some discipline, he is a puppy after all.  But my humans didn’t agree and I spent a lot of time downstairs away from the boys while they all went to one fabulous dinner after another.

© 2011 Richard Broadwell - Beaver Creek Golf Course

© 2011 Richard Broadwell – Beaver Creek Golf Course

My humans even went out and chased a little white ball around a bunch of hills without me, the nerve!  But I did discover Antler dog chews, they are 100% natural and organic AND they are a great source of Calcium, minerals and other nutrients.  Every one should get some.  Thanks Papa Stew and Linda!

Coming up Next:  Good Times in the Bad Lands

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