I didn’t have much time at El Malpais National Monument (NM), so I only have photos and no fun stories to share. I didn’t check out the lava tube caves, for example, but since I’m claustrophobic there certainly would have been some fun stories there. Like maybe I crawled partway in, the tube got smaller, I got stuck, had a panic attack, tried unsuccessfully to claw my way out while Sam whined at the opening and did not run, like Lassie would have, to get a park ranger to rescue me. And then I died.
On the last New Mexico Scampabout I visited Shiprock, a town on the Navajo reservation in Northwest New Mexico. It’s home to a community college and medical center, as well as this formation that looks just like how you’d expect it to:
I’m sitting in a campground near the Grand Canyon and it’s gray and off-and-on rainy, but I’m here for a few days and the beauty of that is I can ride out the weather. So today I’m posting to the blog, eating leftover pizza, taking a long, drippy walk through the forest with Sam, and later on checking out the IMAX movie about the Canyon. What I know is this: life is good.
I’ve said before that one of my favorite things about my quest to see all the National Parks is visiting the ones I’d never heard of, and being delighted with my discoveries, over and over.
It’s fun to say it like that, isn’t it? A rallying cry, or something a pirate would yell. Yarr! Bandelier!
I’m on this new kick of visiting the Parks in the late afternoon/early evening, so the light for photos is better. When I visited Fort Union National Monument (New Mexico) a few days ago, it was exactly the right time for someone to play “Taps” on the trumpet, which only added to the moodiness of the place.
I’ve been on the road a few days, and I have a good feeling about this Scamp. I’ve had no major mishaps, no losing my iPhone on the trail, no killer bee stings, no potentially dangerous Elvis-obsessives, no getting locked out of Sadie and crying in an Applebee’s parking lot, no need to turn around and head home for repairs.
Or maybe my standards for a “good” Scamp are now incredibly low because of all that! Ha ha!
Because I’m impetuous and restless and have the luxury of being self-employed, I’m hitting the road today. (My mother once said, in response to my momentary musing about getting a proper day job: “You’d never last. You’d be the crabby office worker who always had her door closed.” My mother is a wise woman.)