The Good Times, Great Memories Tour - 2008

jim65wagon

Well-known member
KC,
Love the story, love the photos, love the T100 (imagine a Toyota pickup that is not white and not a Tacoma!) with the RTT. It's a nice fit with the truck; and I think you mounted it right. It would look rather odd facing the other direction. I must admit I got a bit sidetracked when Mark threw out that morning pic; (kinda looks how I feel in the mornings before coffee)and I had to flip through all his photos!

Thanks for sharing! Can't wait for more...

sidenote: nothing in this post was intended to offend the Tacoma or the color white; both are quite nice...really...I mean it....
 

kcowyo

ExPo Original
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"I don't look like a desert person because I stay indoors most of the day and fool around at night. That's what the desert animals do - they don't have a tan either."
- Don Van Vliet


Much thanks to Mark & Mark, for adding some photos of our time in Kofa.

I arrived a little late on that Saturday afternoon and spent most of my time shoving in the incredible Brazilian BBQ, downing Uwe's Flaming Tong Punch and whatever else was offered to me, so my photos are few. In between bites, I flitted about making acquaintances and reconnecting with some of my favorite people. The scene was very reminiscent of a holiday family gathering, but without drunk Uncle Bob falling into the grill, or Aunt Betty with the garish red lipstick stuck to her teeth or Grandma's Cocker Spaniel humping on your leg or...

...Uhh, where was I?...

I stayed up as late as I could, watching the campfire simmer to coals, chatting with Chuck, Pasquale and Uwe. I begrudgingly called it a night before I needed help getting back to the truck and into the tent. Mia had thoughtfully (ie, unintentionally) warmed my side of the bed, while I did my impression of Uncle Bob. Stumbling, fumbling and mumbling, I finally managed to fall drunk into the tent with the grace of a bull in a china shop. The last thing I remember before passing out was Mia laughing. I sure hope I was saying something funny....

The next morning began with my head pounding and not being able to find my coffee. With a new camping arrangement, it took a few days to get our system worked out. As Mark has shared, mornings are not my specialty. Waking up to Mark and his Hubble telescoping lens doesn't help.

The waiting is the hardest part -
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Once presentable, I cruise the campsite chatting with folks, trying to make the time together last a little longer. Meanwhile my buddy Chuck tore into my dash, and with a donated spare 12v outlet from Robb, had a soluble solution to my power source problem in no time. We were back online with XM for the rest of our trip. So I owe Chuck 2 favors, as he also brought me a 12er of my favorite New Mexico micro-brew. With friends like this.... why do I live so far away?

Regretfully the packing up began too quickly and we are forced to say farewells as people begin heading out, back to their lives and homes. A lone hunter rolls through our camp, rubbernecking at all of the tents on trucks and trailers, surely wondering if he took a wrong turn and ended up in the middle of some third world safari.


Camping in Kofa National Wildlife Preserve - *photo courtesy of Chuck
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We make plans to catch up with the San Diego contingency for dinner in a couple of days. Meanwhile we're headed to Anza Borrego, loaded with maps and suggestions from Al. Armed with enough info to make our first visit to the park a great one, we bounce out of Kofa, under a clear sky and the watchful eye of a border patrol balloon.

California, here we come...
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modelbuilder

Guest
Have you ever considered writing for National Geographic?
 

Ursidae69

Traveller
This was my first time to Kofa NWR and I hope to get back there. What a nice place. It was good to share a fire with ya on 2 trips this year KC. :costumed-smiley-007 So how long did that amber ale last ya?

Great quote, I ask myself that often.
With friends like this.... why do I live so far away?

Couple of photos I took, clickable to larger.



 

Willman

Active member
Chuck^^^

That is one mother of a grill...I know who is cooking breakfast next AZ trip:)

Keep the pictures coming!

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kcowyo

ExPo Original
jim65wagon said:
...love the photos, love the T100 (imagine a Toyota pickup that is not white and not a Tacoma!) with the RTT. It's a nice fit with the truck...

Isn't that something? The truck that used to be an overlooked oddball, is now considered unique? Ironically, when I purchased the T100, I was shopping for a white Tundra. Still wish I had those access cab doors, but no other complaints.

And yeah, the Columbus is a really nice fit with the truck. I was surprised how much I liked the look. The additional MPG, with the RTT vs. the FWC, was nice too.


modelbuilder said:
Have you ever considered writing for National Geographic?
Sell my artisitic integrity and creative control, to corporate publishing? Nah.... I kinda suck at meeting deadlines anyway. Now self-publishing some of my ramblings? Maybe someday....


Ursidae69 said:
It was good to share a fire with ya on 2 trips this year KC. :costumed-smiley-007 So how long did that amber ale last ya?
You've become like my American Express card. I hate to leave home without ya'. ;)

The Alien lasted until we finished the upcoming Death Valley portion of the trip. Or so I thought.... Imagine my excitement when we got home and I found one buried at the bottom of the cooler. Lucky...
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FourByLand

Expedition Leader
You should have some nice lounge music playing while we wait to find out what lies ahead for our fellow explorers...

:088:
 

kcowyo

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"Every passion borders on the chaotic, but the collector's passion borders on the chaos of memories."
- Walter Benjamin


Driving south down highway 95 to Yuma, requires little effort. It's a straight line with no curves, no hills and no trees. It's devoid of anything of interest or appeal. The horizon is as flat as the road itself. There's nothing ahead but eventually Mexico...

And then bright orange beacons appear, waking me from a near sleep. Construction? No, there is a booth and small trailer of some type on the northbound lane. Slowing down, I see a line of cars stopped in the other lane. Men dressed in olive drab with hip holsters and flak jackets are ambling about the vehicles. A large man with a German Sheppard on a leash makes his way around a stopped car and I start thinking,

"Toto, where the hell are we?"

I pass by the checkpoint and I'm suddenly reminded that my little safe haven in Wyoming, is not the whole truth of today's world. It wouldn't be the last reminder on this day as we pass a similar checkpoint a few miles later on the interstate outside of Yuma. Down here, you could stand in AZ, throw a rock and hit Mexico. The Border Patrol, a sieve branch of Homeland Security, is clearly visible along I-8. Best of luck to them but I have my own agenda, my own patrol to maintain.

Passing through Yuma, we find some cheap fuel and an In 'N Out Burger. Two double-doubles and a new XL t-shirt later and we're off again, passing through the vast Imperial Sand Dunes. It's a huge swath of dunes as far as the eye can see on both sides of the road. Even from the interstate, it's easy to see why George Lucas chose this location for the final battle scene between emerging Jedi knight Luke, and Jabba the Hut on barren Tatooine. The endless waves of dunes define stark...


Anza Borrego Desert State Park -
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Turning off the interstate, onto S2, we are heading north into Anza Borrego Desert State Park, as the sun slowly slips behind the horizon. I'm anxious to see this park, so often fawned over and adored in trip threads here. What is it about this place that has even the most accomplished travellers returning time & time again? Is it just a convenient desert to the millions of people in southern California, or is there more here, for those who would travel "with new eyes"?

It's been suggested to me to make camp up Mortero Canyon. Without the aid of a GPS (more on that later), I'm to keep an eye out to the south for an unmarked trail which will lead to Mortero Palms. Even with that knowledge I can't stop looking north, as the last daylight burns the Coyote Mountains and Carrizo Badlands into shades of purple that only happen in the desert. It was such a spectacular sunset, that by the time I realized I had way overshot my turn-off, I didn't mind.

A borrowed map showed we were almost to Agua Caliente County Park, with a little campground, showers and a hot spring pool. Now doesn't that sounds like a nice place to spend the night? We thought so and pulled in just as the first stars began to appear. A lone coyote was the only greeter at the campground entrance, so we eased through and did a few laps in the mostly empty park, until we found a site that should yield tremendous views in the morning.


Agua Caliente campground -
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Within minutes we've flipped open the tent, started a fire and popped the top on a cold beer in the warm evening air.

I can hear nothing but that coyote, howling for his pack. We debate what to make for dinner but settle for snacks and small talk around the fire. We chat about little things and what the next day should bring. Anza Borrego had so far greeted us warmly and taken us in like family. I threw another log on the fire and looked up to clearly see Jupiter and Venus, hovering closely to a crescent moon. Mia looks up too, with a smile on her face and I count myself lucky.
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Willman

Active member
^^^^Somebodies in love:violent-smiley-031:

:ylsmoke:


Oh and don't forget to pay for your campsite!!!....;)

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kcowyo

ExPo Original
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“The story of the whale swallowing Jonah, though a whale is large enough to do it, borders greatly on the marvelous; but it would have approached nearer to the idea of a miracle if Jonah had swallowed the whale.”
- Thomas Paine


I have a confession to make... Occasionally I have a really counterproductive habit during the planning stages of my travels. I try and squeeze in too much to see, in too short an amount of time. It's like I'm afraid I might not come that way again, so I have to see as much as possible while I'm there. Sounds silly, but I catch myself doing it quite often. So on one hand, we see a lot of great stuff. On the other hand, when we find a new place we like, we sometimes can't stay to enjoy it as long we want to. I've gotta work on that...

I liked Anza Borrego. I could see the appeal as soon the sun came up. And I wanted to see more. With no real plan, just a map borrowed from Al, we started our day early. Coffee, showers, pay the fee (gladly Nic) and drive north. Soon we are taking the turn-off for the Rodriguez Canyon trail.

We should have done Oriflamme Canyon. I hear now it's easier. But due to my insistence on leaving some things on the road a mystery (hence no GPS), adding some real flavor to the adventure, I didn't know then what I was really getting into. I have long subscribed to the Chris McCandless train of thought in one aspect,

"Wanna go where no one has been, even though someone has been everywhere and it's all mapped? Throw away the map."


Rodriquez Canyon, Anza Borrego -
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I pay later for my lack of knowledge of the area when we are turned back by more rock obstacles than I am willing to tackle alone, especially with a week of our trip still remaining. We did a short hike to scope out more of the area and made the smart call to not push our luck, but continue back out the way we came in. Instead of being bummed, we reminded ourselves that it's Monday morning and most people are on the job today, but not us.

Perspective. It's all about perspective. Get some.


Rodriquez Canyon trail -
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Suddenly some local 411 seems like a good idea, so we head up to Borrego Springs and the parks' underground visitors center. Driving past a pasture of metal animal sculptures, we stop for a lunch break in a local sandwich shop (Mia's favorite lunch of the trip - chix salad on a croissant. I added bacon & avocado because I'm feeling California). Then onto the extensive exhibits at the visitor's center...

Things I learned on this trip #2 -
Anza Borrego is CA's largest state park at over 600,000 acres.
Borrego is Spanish for bighorn sheep.
The mountain lion in the visitor's center looks very real.


This place is cool. It may not be as well known (to those outside SoCal) as Death Valley, Joshua Tree or Mojave, but that may be it's ultimate appeal. Or maybe it's the wide open valleys, or hidden slot canyons, or the Spring bloom, or mud caves, or over 500 miles of roads, or Palm Canyon, or old railways.... well, you get the idea. Maybe it's the diversity that is its appeal to seasoned travelers and what makes Anza Borrego unique, in an area where deserts are common. Or it could just be that some people know a good thing when they see it.


An Anza Borrego visitor. Cool outfit -
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If you find your way to the park for the first time, check in the visitor's center. It's one of the most impressive & detailed I've seen in any state or national park out west. We barely got a taste of Anza Borrego, before our path lead out of the park, through funky Julian, CA and southward, to catch up with some friends on the coast.

After days out in the deserts, we're ready for our very first visit to "America's Finest City", sunny San Diego. Friends, dinner and a bed are waiting for us. But we'll come back to Anza Borrego sometime, a little better prepared and even more anxious. Speaking of anxious, have I mentioned how stoked I am to see the beach?
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