Our original plan was to visit Yosmite National Park and explore the surrounding area, but due to the spreading fire we change our plans at the time. After much discussion and some Internet searching it was decided to go a couple of areas that we hadn’t ever been to and re-visit a couple of national parks we’ve been to before.
On to Pipe Springs National Monument
Once again nature has treated us to another helping of a glorious morning. We didn’t go as far into the forest as yesterday, for night had fallen before we had even reach FR22. Julie was doing her usual morning meal making while I stepped outside to snap a few photos. Our two neighbors were still hiding in their rigs, one of them we had met out at Cape Royal yesterday.
With Julie’s special hot black brew (which always wakes me up), eggs and bacon on her fineness breakfast china (paper plate) indeed a fit morning meal. This morning was to be a quick run to the North Rim campground to dump tanks, refresh our water supply and pick up a couple of things from the campground store. It turned out not to be as quick as planned, for nature had another surprise waiting for us. Shortly after re-entering the NP laid before us was a heard of Bison only they looked not quite right, a little on the small size for bison.
Videoevil Horned Critters
A short few miles brought us to the campground and the dumps, fresh water and store items. On the road some trees had been remove that had fallen across the park road during the night due to the winds.
Julie wanted to call her kids and the only place to get cell service was back at the lodge area. Calls were made and as we headed back for or rig what happens, but non other than a fire alarm and the clearing of the lodge. As it was just a monthly drill as require by law, most of the people there were very casual about this.
Video;Lodge Fire Drill
Finally on the road, heading out of the park only to stop and gaze at the hybrids blocking the road out.
Video There be More
A fellow Tcer pulled in behind us to take a look at the shaggy beasts. These folks were from Oregon and homeward bound.
Before our final ado to this excellent area and diving into the forest to Fredonia, its sign picture time.
A quick stop back at FR22 and FR462, for the Canadian couple we had met were up. He was looking under the hood for a problem; between the two of us we found a leaky vacuum line.
The following photos are of Forest Road 22 going to Fredonia. Crossing the Kaibab Plateau we saw many future side trips along the way.
Forest Road22 runs through a meadow area on its wandering route with locals looking at us as we cruse on by.
As we travel to lower elevation the Aspens disappear and nothing but pine trees surround us.
Traveling along we came upon Big Spring Field Station, what a gig, living in the middle of this beautiful forest and getting paid for it.
Soon the dirt road of adventure is gone as well for the pine trees and shrubs step up along the road.
Our road of asphalt runs straight across the high desert area of White Stage Flat towards distance mountains and Fredonia.
Once again refueling in Fredonia and making a quick run into Kanab to find a hardware store, I needed a small wire round brush to clean the burner in the refrigerator. Making our turn in Fredonia towards Hwy 389 there’s this store on the corner boasting of no china junk here.
Thankfully the distance to Pipe Springs NM flowed quickly by, I was getting tried and looking toward an early end of today’s adventure. A space was easily an acquired in the Kaibab Paiute rustic campground.
After paying the camp host that goes by the name of Montana, dinner was in order and a good nights sleep. Morning came with the sound of a Bobcat loader and men working on the latest improvements.
On our way out I stopped to thank Montana for the use of his ladder, had to clean out the pilot flame burner.
Being so close to Pipe Spring Nation Monument the truck engine didn’t even warm up, but the day was warming up.
Once inside friendly staff members, who will answer endless questions from all the school kids, greet you. Displays of long past life are well laid out for the visitor to gaze upon.
Out to open space exhibits and I do mean open spaces, a small fort is located way back out there somewhere. Julie pointed out this old wagon with a little work would make a good trailer for our truck.
Wandering along the pathway towards the garden area native desert shelters are there for anyone to try out.
Entering the garden area one of the employees was showing off what is commonly called “Indian Broom” stalk. He talked about the different vegetables they had grown here, for this was the end of the season crop and we could pick and take anything we wanted for free.
From garden’s delight to spring fed ponds for our fort tour would begin soon as kids poured out of the side door.
One of the rangers’s made the call for the next tour of Winsor Castle and a bunch of us gathered inside the fort courtyard to see the inner workings of this place.
Video Winsor Castle
(Pipe Springs Fort)
The first stop is the kitchen, equipped with wood burning stove, table on which plates were upside down to keep dirt out and chairs turned out for praying before meal was eaten.
The room next to the kitchen was built right over the spring flow to protect it incase of any attacks. We were guide to the up stairs for a little information of this area of the fort.
Following the herd out to the porch and across down the basement area where milk was processed into cheese, butter and other products.
Inside this processing room you can see water from the spring being routed through here, it’s so clear that if it wasn’t for the surface ripples one would have a difficult time seeing it and yes it tasted as good.
Exiting from our tour and wandering towards the animal pen for there was two rather large long horned bulls sharing this place. Julie and I walked around to several of the outlaying buildings; one is where seasonal help bunked.
Time was ticking away so a harvesting we did up rooting peas, squashes, some potatoes and some leafy spinach from the garden area. Down hwy 389 we drove heading towards Hurricane enjoying the roadside sights.
Making it to Hurricane went by quickly, this town was larger than I remember it to be. Zipping on through town, up the hill and on past Fort Zion,haven't stopped in there yet.
Entering Springdale we soon ran into some road construction, a widening project. Julie and I rarely make reservations for a campsite; in this case there was no room at either campground in Zion. Dropping in at the visitor center was an adventure in finding parking, it was jammed.
Heading back to Rockville for a BLM spot called Mosquito Cove at about mile maker 24 on Hwy9. This was the first time at Mosquito Cove, I remembered seeing it on the way in from Virgin to Rockville.
Maneuvering around the trees on well traveled sandy paths we would discovered several other Rvers that had staked out their spot for the night.
Julie and I claimed some ground near the bank of the Virgin River, setting up our little camp.
A fellow TCer, pulling a horse trailer was setting up not too far from us would soon be joined by his traveling companions, also TCers.
Sundown was closing in and time to burn a couple steaks for this evening meal was due. Near by TCer’s had set up a camp fire for their night’s festivities and we would be asleep long before the last spark of their camp fire.
Tomorrow we begin the first of two days exploring Zion NP, till the next trip report thanks to all that have followed along.