Sunday, January 17, 2016

Lost Dutchman State Park Arizona

Yes, we are here. Maybe this time we’ll find that treasure on Superstition Mountain. 


We arrived late Friday afternoon after a day of sleet, snow, rain, drastic altitude change and finally sunshine and 60 degrees.

As usual, we never leave as planned.  So, instead of Wednesday morning, we locked and rolled around 2:00 pm.  Dan had a shop he wanted to visit near Winfield.  Thinking of Grandpa Hanney and his Cherokee Strip adventure, we headed to Perry Oklahoma to spend the night.  We should know by now that trying to find a campground after dark is never a good thing.  But, after going about five miles the wrong way, we pulled into a nice spot with electricity to plug in our little heater to brave the lower 40’s.

Thursday’s drive was mostly uneventful as we moved through Oklahoma, northwest Texas and on into Albuquerque.  I had a rail to trail along the Rio Grande in Albuquerque that interested me.  It had high reviews.    Once again, we didn’t arrive until after dark so we were trying to figure out where we would spend the night instead of riding bikes.  The Sandia Resort and Casino had food so we headed there, ate and just made up the bed and slept.  I might have slept a little better because I put $20 into the Flaming Seven slot and walked away with $22.  Dan sat and watched basketball with a bottle of water.  There were lots of dollars rolling there but not from us. 

We elected to go south out of Albuquerque and across New Mexico on Hwy 60.  As it turns out it was a wise decision because the Holbrook route would have taken us through a big snow storm. 

Route 60 did not disappoint.  First there was this:


These dishes were huge—which is just what I Googled to find out what it was.  Here is the result.  Turns out we could have done a little walk about.  They say they are listening for black holes, but I think they are listening for aliens…

Then, all of a sudden, Dan screeched to a halt and we did a turnaround  because he said he saw an eagle.  Turns out, he did!


And, do you think this sign was for or against wolves.


The drive between SloLow and Globe Arizona is beautiful.  Here is a picture, but it is so much more than this.  For sheer drop offs, hairpin curves and mountain vistas, it rivals Colorado. 


So, like I said, here we are.  Today is Sunday as I write this.  We attended the beautiful Gold Canyon UMC, grilled burgers and finally caught up on a little sleep and this  journal.  We’re here for a while.  Tune in!

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