Friday, August 18, 2006
Sulphur
After going to the Gatorfest on Tuesday, we wound up at the McDonald's in Alamosa, where again I enjoyed the free wifi while we ate our late lunch and pondered what to do next. Durango, our next potential stop, was only 150 (or so) miles away, but that was over several mountain passes, which take longer (WAY longer) than the plain plains highways I am used to.
It was almost moot, because we very nearly got creamed on our way out of town. It had started to rain, and someone stopped in the single highway lane, waiting to turn left onto their side road. I stopped too, as a seemingly endless line of cars coming the other way zoomed on by. There WAS room for me to go around, but it was in the outgoing lane from several businesses and I was hesitant to get in someone else's way, what with the poor visibility and all.
Then I noticed the RV barreling down upon us. Somewhat before HE noticed US....
During that whole time slowing down thing that happens, I considered my options. Left, no--still oncoming traffic. Straight ahead through the stopped car--not so good either. But just before I made the decision to gun it to the right, the RV driver made the same one. So I stayed put and watched him fishtail by, the car he was towing behind rocking like a marlin on high test line.
As my heart started back up again, the oblivious left-turner made his exit and I roared on as well. Mike then began to wonder aloud what had happened to make me say the Bad Words.
We made it up and over Wolf Creek Pass without further drama. Mike enjoyed the tunnels and was impressed by the runaway truck ramps, which go straight up the mountainside like roller coasters. Very short ones, but hey.
I am sorry to say that there is no feedstore on the edge of town in Downtown Pagosa Springs. Of course in the song, Wolf Creek Pass, it got bashed in, so maybe that's why.
By the time we got there it was about 6:30, and I decided we should call it a day. After a little searching, we found what we thought was a good RV place. But they would not rent us a spot because they had no nighttime bathroom access. However, they DID tell us of a motel just down the road which maintained a tenting ground (with the porta-potty required by law) right by the river, and was only $17.50 to boot!
So we got signed up there, then went back to the first spot and paid for the privilege of using their hot springs heated pool and hot tub. Which were very nice, temperature wise. But my swimming suit STILL smells of sulphur, even after being well rinsed (we hung our suits out to dry but it rained real good that night) and washed in an actual washing machine today!
Also there was no internet.
We slept very well in Dreamcloud, though, listening to the rain and the river. Which is what I am going to do right now, except the sound is more a wind through the RV park sort of thing.
It was almost moot, because we very nearly got creamed on our way out of town. It had started to rain, and someone stopped in the single highway lane, waiting to turn left onto their side road. I stopped too, as a seemingly endless line of cars coming the other way zoomed on by. There WAS room for me to go around, but it was in the outgoing lane from several businesses and I was hesitant to get in someone else's way, what with the poor visibility and all.
Then I noticed the RV barreling down upon us. Somewhat before HE noticed US....
During that whole time slowing down thing that happens, I considered my options. Left, no--still oncoming traffic. Straight ahead through the stopped car--not so good either. But just before I made the decision to gun it to the right, the RV driver made the same one. So I stayed put and watched him fishtail by, the car he was towing behind rocking like a marlin on high test line.
As my heart started back up again, the oblivious left-turner made his exit and I roared on as well. Mike then began to wonder aloud what had happened to make me say the Bad Words.
We made it up and over Wolf Creek Pass without further drama. Mike enjoyed the tunnels and was impressed by the runaway truck ramps, which go straight up the mountainside like roller coasters. Very short ones, but hey.
I am sorry to say that there is no feedstore on the edge of town in Downtown Pagosa Springs. Of course in the song, Wolf Creek Pass, it got bashed in, so maybe that's why.
By the time we got there it was about 6:30, and I decided we should call it a day. After a little searching, we found what we thought was a good RV place. But they would not rent us a spot because they had no nighttime bathroom access. However, they DID tell us of a motel just down the road which maintained a tenting ground (with the porta-potty required by law) right by the river, and was only $17.50 to boot!
So we got signed up there, then went back to the first spot and paid for the privilege of using their hot springs heated pool and hot tub. Which were very nice, temperature wise. But my swimming suit STILL smells of sulphur, even after being well rinsed (we hung our suits out to dry but it rained real good that night) and washed in an actual washing machine today!
Also there was no internet.
We slept very well in Dreamcloud, though, listening to the rain and the river. Which is what I am going to do right now, except the sound is more a wind through the RV park sort of thing.
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