New to me 5th-wheel with Carson
Towards the end of my third season as a Park Ranger at Oregon Caves National Monument I traded my motorhome for a 5th wheel, had already bought a truck, to continue my gypsy life. I planned to caravan south with Darlene, and Cyndi and Audie who were moving from Washington to New Mexico. Met Darlene in Hood River, Oregon then we continued to La Grande where Cyndi and Audie were waiting for a mechanic to fix their bus. After a couple days we all hit the road but only made it as far as Mt. Home, Idaho where the rear end fell out of Darlene’s truck. Cyndi and Audie continued down the road while we waited a few days for repairs.
Cyndi & Audie
I guess it was inevitable with four rigs traveling together that something would go wrong. Yet we finally made it to Arizona and set up to sell at the Vicksburg flea market for a couple months.
Sweet Darlene
In January we went to San Felipe, Mexico with my truck towing Darlene’s 5th-wheel and parked on a friend’s property about five miles from town and beach. This used to be a sleepy fishing town but is rapidly changing to accommodate the over 50% American population.
San Felipe harbor
Our host, Chuck, took me hiking into the Sonoran Baja desert where we saw petroglyphs and even followed a creek that flows from Mt. Diablo. The end of the trail required wading in cold water, then swinging on a rope around a monster boulder to see a waterfall. I didn’t go there. Yet enjoyed watching a group of local young men return dripping wet and laughing as they retrieved cold beers from the creek.
Gaelyn admires a Cardon cactus
Chuck along the creek
Me, Chuck & Eric with the locals
We also took a very rough dusty coastal ride south to Puerto Cito.
Gaelyn traveling the road to Puerto Cito
The Sea of Cortez from Puerto Cito
Because of the bad road conditions and limited hours of electricity less tourists have settled in Puerto Cito. We soaked in some hot springs amongst the colorful volcanic boulders at the edge of the sea until the tide chased us out.
Puerto Cito Post Office & Library with private home behind
After a month in Mexico, we returned to Vicksburg and I began a solo journey to southern Texas to visit my parents. Along the way I sold at a gem show in Deming, New Mexico and met some great rock lovers.
Rock Hound State Park Deming, New Mexico
I stayed in San Benito, Texas for a month in an RV park living across the street from my Aunt Kay and only 1.5 miles from my parents. Great to be able to visit yet go back to my own home. Plus I got to really know my Auntie who is a creative artist and well traveled woman.
Dad, Mom & Kay on Padre Island, Texas
While there I got a job offer for the summer so I began my journey north to Mesa Verde National Park.
Ocotillo in the Mojave desert
After a month of the gypsy life vacation in the desert I returned to southwest Oregon in the spring for a Park Ranger job leading cave tours at Oregon Caves National Monument.
View of the Siskyou Mountains, Oregon
I couldn’t park at the monument like before because a new headquarters building was being built where the only two RV spaces had been.
New headquarters building under construction
The first two months I parked on a friend’s property about four miles out of town.
Cave Creek campground
Then I became the camp host at Cave Creek campground only four miles from work. There are only 18 tent sites and I was never more than half full. I listened to the every changing babble of the water as the summer wore on and the water level dropped. Cold water as it comes out of the 42 degree cave.
My site at Cave Creek campground
Carson didn’t mind and would retrieve sticks for as long as I’d throw them.
Carson in Cave Creek
The summer season seemed to slip right by and before I knew it was time to head south for the winter.
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Clustered Coral (Ramaria botrytis) growing on down Douglas fir measured about 18×10 inches
I walked the trails photographing the found fungi and then collected specimens.
Ready for the dryer
Once back in the lab, I took more photos, tried to identify, then cut, dried and packaged for a mycologist in Portland.
Me in the lab
I also went to Seattle’s Cascade Grotto (cave club) with a slide presentation to ask for their volunteer assistance with many projects. The cave needs to be cleaned regularly. LOL! Cleaned? Yes. Every person that walks through the cave leaves a little of themselves behind. This includes hair, skin, and many pounds of lint a year. It’s tedious yet gratifying work. I encourage you to volunteer. And the Grotto has participated in many projects since then.
Close up of lint on cave formations in Paradise Lost
Winter 2004 came in with a vengeance and in three days Carson and I were buried under 30 inches of snow in my RV.
DOT plowing out my truck at Oregon Caves NM
After being plowed out…
Resource cabin with lab at Oregon Caves NM
…and finishing my project, I decided to head south for a month to thaw out.
Me at Joshua Tree NP
I crawled around in Joshua Tree National Park. Then as spring began to bloom in the desert I needed to return to work.