Thursday, August 17, 2006
Sand, sulphur and soot, con't!
OK, we are parked for the evening in a nice little RV place in Silverton, Colorado. When we got here, it seemed for a while like it was going to storm (loud thunder being my first clue), and I was already not having the mountain driving fun, because of overdoing it with the walking this morning. So since there was a good place to stay, here we are. The internet connection could be speedier, and Mike is peeved they have no pool (at 9000+ feet I think they aren't that practical), but there IS a hot tub, and there are showers! So we're good for the night.
Let's see, first the sand part. We went to the Great Sand Dunes, which have formed from millennia of westerly winds picking up sand and not QUITE managing to blow it clear over the Sangre de Christo mountains. So it all piled up at the base. Quite a lot of it.
I walked a short ways out on this beach without an ocean, but enough is as good as plenty, eh? Mike sat down with me and we played in the sand.
I also tried making a sand angel, which looked kind of cool, but I got a lot of sand in my hair doing it.
Next we went to the Alligator Farm. Long time readers may recall that there used to be a "branch office" of this organization in Lamar, when they were raising tilipai fish off the warm water from the electrical power plant, and using a few spare gators as garbage disposals for the fish who did not make it all the way through the production process.
If they still have the same gators, we did not recognize them. They have about 400, though, so it's not like we were lacking for reptilian samples to gaze upon. Mike and I even got to hold a baby one. They had many other cold-blooded critters there as well, snakes, tortoises, fish, lizards...if you like that sort of thing, it's worth the $10 entrance fee.
Plus at the end you can help yourself to some anti-bacterial hand wash gel. Which kept us from adding another S to our log--salmonella.
More later, it's time to go seek a dinner place!
Let's see, first the sand part. We went to the Great Sand Dunes, which have formed from millennia of westerly winds picking up sand and not QUITE managing to blow it clear over the Sangre de Christo mountains. So it all piled up at the base. Quite a lot of it.
I walked a short ways out on this beach without an ocean, but enough is as good as plenty, eh? Mike sat down with me and we played in the sand.
I also tried making a sand angel, which looked kind of cool, but I got a lot of sand in my hair doing it.
Next we went to the Alligator Farm. Long time readers may recall that there used to be a "branch office" of this organization in Lamar, when they were raising tilipai fish off the warm water from the electrical power plant, and using a few spare gators as garbage disposals for the fish who did not make it all the way through the production process.
If they still have the same gators, we did not recognize them. They have about 400, though, so it's not like we were lacking for reptilian samples to gaze upon. Mike and I even got to hold a baby one. They had many other cold-blooded critters there as well, snakes, tortoises, fish, lizards...if you like that sort of thing, it's worth the $10 entrance fee.
Plus at the end you can help yourself to some anti-bacterial hand wash gel. Which kept us from adding another S to our log--salmonella.
More later, it's time to go seek a dinner place!
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