Monday, April 18, 2011

Letter 3 Las Vegas, Death Valley

Addendum to Letter 2: When we were traveling from Tucson to Mesa at a stop we saw several other RV’s going our way. Fred visited with them and found they were going to a music festival in Florence. As we neared Florence there were directional signs to “Country Thunder.” This was the same festival that tried to have a huge event near Waxahachie several years ago. It rained hard every day – what a mess. In Arizona, the gravel road leading to it had several RV’s on it and all the way into Mesa we met groups of RV’s. Too bad it didn’t work in Waxahachie.

Letter 3: Las Vegas and Death Valley Saturday, April 10, we pulled into Las Vegas and found a referred park close to downtown for only $15 a night. It was within walking distance the downtown casinos. Olivia was talking to JoAnn Clark when she noticed a water guiser outside the window. As it happened while Fred was attaching the water hose to the tap, the tap broke hitting Fred in the chest, drenching him and knocking him on his rear. Fortunately he was not hurt. After Fred changed and the park staff considered the problem, we scouted out the Texas Hold’m games and ate supper at the old


Sunday, April 11 Olivia decided to visit with her classmate Jo Ann Wilmoth Clark and her husband Will. She drove out to their home in Sun City, a part of Vegas, and the two attended her


Abundant Grace Church. This was a different church for Olivia and she welcomed hearing the guest for the day, Dallas Holm. His was a new name to Olivia since she is not current with Christian music writers and singers. He has won many awards and this day he was their speaker for the morning. We’re sure many of you have heard of him. His most famous song is “Here we are.”

He asked for several to testify then relayed the importance of witnessing. He told of an Islamic family who had become Christians through their dreams, as are many of their countrymen. Jesus is working through their dreams. We are all disciples when we have decided to follow Jesus. We are the body of Christ, and his hands to do his work.

After church we picked up Will and went to lunch at On the Border. Olivia enjoyed visiting with JoAnn and Will and we will enjoy having them in Waxahachie for the Class of ’61 reunion in October.

Now, while Olivia was going to church and out to eat, Fred was seeing the other side of Vegas. Fred entered the small (14 players) 10 am tournament. It was fun. He was “on” his game and won 1st place. So now he is ahead money wise. He decided to enter the 2 pm game. This is a much bigger game with 83 players. The object is to be last man with chips. Fred played okay for the first four hours, made a few bad calls and on the last hand he got aggressive when he should have folded. So after five and one half hours he was eliminated. He finished 19th of the 83 players. Not bad, but not good enough. Fred has been second guessing himself ever since, but says he will get over it and maybe learn a lesson from the experience. He still came out a winner for the day, so it wasn’t all bad.

Monday, April 11, we drove north of town to an Indian reservation for Fred to buy cigarettes before we go into California with their high taxes. Upon looking at the map Olivia saw there was a scenic route to Boulder Dam. She wanted to see the new bridge. This scenic route was only a few miles further than retracing our steps through Vegas.

The first part of this route took us to Valley of Fire State park where we saw huge amounts of red sandstone formations, formed from great shifting sand dunes during the age of dinosaurs, 150 million years ago. Our first stop was to see

Beehives formed by wind and rain. As we took a short walk to Mouse’s tank, we saw aMouse’s tank, we saw a
space ship, or boat, carved into a larger rock and lots of petroglyphs. On our walk to this tank children were climbing all over rocks and in holes. It was warm and we were glad it wasn’t summer.

In 1897 a Moapa Paiute nicknamed “Mouse” worked at Bonelli’s landing on the Colorado River. He began wildly shooting up the Indian camp. Bonelli disarmed and fired him. Allegedly Mouse later murdered two prospectors before disappearing. While hiding out he camped by a “well of pure water” in the Valley of Fire at the place now called
Mouse’s Tank.
Rainbow vista was another stop in the park along with
elephant rock.

The next part of our scenic tour lead us to the west of Lake Mead and eventually to Boulder Dam where we drove across the dam to see the
completed new bridge, then we drove across the
new bridge where Olivia
walked out on the new bridge to take a picture of

Lake Mead, Boulder Dam and the Colorado River. On the way back to the trailer we stopped at the Gold & Silver Pawn Shop as seen on the History Channel in Pawn Stars. People line up in the morning to get in as we saw the next morning. We were surprised that it was not large, but the quality of goods seemed to be excellent. We have only heard about this show, but do plan to watch when we can.


Tuesday, April 12 we drove west to Death Valley. We found this highway one big gulley flowing to the valley. The road we entered was totally in a river bed, in fact we found in 2005 the road had been destroyed with a 2” rain. Death Valley is a geologist heaven with all the minerals and rock formations found here. As we drive down the roads we find they are all jumbled up, first one then another. We camped at 198’ below sea level, but drove to the lowest point 310’ where we saw a
sign on the mountain showing “Sea Level.” In this area the dynamics of crustal movement changed and Death Valley proper began to form. This “pulling apart” of Earth’s crust allowed large blocks of land to slowly slide past one another along faults, forming alternating valleys and mountain ranges. Badwater Basin, the Death Valley salt pan comprise one block that is rotating eastwards as a structural unit. The valley floor has been steadily sinking. Close to sunset we drove the
Artist Drive and viewed the
Artist Pallet.


Wednesday, April 13 we awoke about 3:00am to a very strong wind and it persisted all day. We drove north to Scotty’s Castle observing a
strange orange plant, or attachment to the creosote bush and sage in the desert. Sure enough it is a parasite called “dodder.” It was moist and soft. Even though it eventually kills the host plant, it is beautiful to see.
Scotty's castle Scotty did not own the palace, but was the entertainer for the owners. He met them as a con man selling a gold mine, but it was bogus. The owners Albert and Bessie Johnson came out to see the gold mine and found out the scam. They were so happy with the entertainment, relaxation and a beautiful desert retreat; they allowed Scotty to have a room in their palace while entertaining their guests.


Mr. Johnson was an engineer and delighted in planning the house and the heating and cooling on alternative energies. Today the rangers dressed in 1939 period costume unveiled the rich history of the Death Valley Ranch, better known as Scotty’s Castle. There were several entertaining rooms including the
Great room. As the depression hit, the Johnson’s decided to rent out vacation rooms to their wealthy friends with their help providing meals from a cook house, so the Johnson’s built a small private kitchen just for them in the big house. Our second tour was of the underground part of the house where we learned all about the plumbing, electrical and water works. The tunnels built from house to building also became a store room for the


extra tiles bought before the rail road closed. When the depression hit, the construction stopped, therefore all the tiles were left unused. The pool was never finished, and all the beautiful pool tiles were also in the tunnels. There were
120 Edison batteries in the basement. They would still work, if filled with water. Water was the driving force for this castle. The spring above the house ran the whole place. Leaving the castle we visited the
Obehebe Crater where we saw a bus load of tourist had hiked down the trail 500’ to a huge smiley face of rocks in the light colored center. This volcano formed as recently as 300 years ago.


Back at the Furnace Creek Area Fred filled the car with the
California tourist prices. We learned:
Borax resembles quartz crystals, fibrous cotton balls or earthy white powders. They originated in hot springs or vapors with the outpouring of volcanic rocks such as the colorful formations of Artists Drive. Borax was mined in Death Valley from the 1870’s until the national park service took over the area. Transportation was solved by hitching 20 mule teams to gigantic borax wagons with a payload in tandem of over 20 tons. Like the older generation remembers on the TV show, “Death Valley.”


Borax is still used in a multitude of ways including pottery glazes, china and porcelain enamel. Heat-resistant borosilicate glass goes into ovenware, lenses and fiberglass. As a flux and deoxidizer, borax is used in welding, soldering, brazing, smelting and refining metals. As a mild antiseptic, it is used in disinfectants, gauze, salves and eyewash. It is also a mold-retarding wash on citrus fruits, leathers and textiles. It is a preservative in cosmetics, glues and food. As solvents and emulsifiers, borax solutions are used in manufacturing coated papers, playing cards, plywood, plaster, paint and leathers.


In fertilizers it prevents boron-deficiency diseases of celery, turnips, apples, tobacco, sugar beets and alfalfa. In high concentrations it is a weed killer. Boron-steel alloys go into armor plate. A new boron fiber developed by the space program is lighter than aluminum but stronger than steel. Boron carbide for cutting tools is an abrasive second only to diamonds in hardness.


Additional uses of borates include gasoline additives, photo developers, rocket fuels, and buffers in electroplating solutions, corrosion inhibitors in antifreeze, fire retardant chemical (borax bead) tests, dye stabilizers and muleskin cleaners. WOW! And it is still used as a laundry detergent, hand soap, water softeners, shampoos, facial cleansers and food preservatives. Where would we be without borax? It is still mined south of the park.


Thursday April 14 as we left Death Valley we headed west and over two passes. The first had 9% grade. When we came in from the east we entered at 3,000’, but today we exited to 5,000’. On the last pass we stopped at Father Crowley Vista where we saw a large gully. Actually, it was a gash of

Rainbow Canyon in the dark lava flows.


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Sunday, April 10, 2011

Letter 2 Arizona

Wednesday, March 23, we met Belle Starr, who is the little lady owner of Silverado Ranch. She broke her hip last year so she rides the range on her motorized chair. Our new neighbors, Chuck & Learae told us about her. They work a couple of hours each day to help her out. She has chickens, donkeys, horses, ducks and other animals. She has lived here about 15 years and allows campers to come in to boondock in her back forty or to have hookups. If you want to see more pictures at the ranch click on http://www.bellestarraz.blogspot.com/ We drove into Douglas and headed for the border. After a minor detour we found the public parking in Douglas and walked across the border. The parking lot attendant told us it wouldn’t be what we see in other border towns and sure enough it wasn’t. We walked three blocks and only found three pharmacies and no liquor or cigarette stores. We bought our prescription medicines and headed back to Douglas a little disappointed. This town is larger than Douglas and doesn’t cater to the gringos. We visited our neighbors then cooked breakfast for supper. Yum! Thursday, March 24, Chuck & Learae thought going to the San Bernardino ranch home of Sheriff Slaughter was a good idea. So they joined us. It was 16 miles east of Douglas on a gravel road. It paralleled the border and we saw several border patrol cars. Slaughter, from Texas, bought the land grant in 1884 to establish his cattle empire. The ranch headquarters was lush with many artesian ponds, giving it a green look compared to the ride over. We watched several segments of a Walt Disney serial about Sheriff Slaughter and his family. It reminded us of all the old western movies we have seen. We stopped in Douglas on the way back for a late Mexican food lunch. Then after dropping Chuck & Learae off we drove into
Bisbee for a little sightseeing in their shops. We saw lots of hippies, young and old. With its quaint charm, has quite an appeal to hippies – old and new.

Friday, March 25 we left the Silverado Ranch and our friends and headed north to Chiricahua National Monument where Cochise and his band of 39 Indians were captured by 400 soldiers. These mountains were formed by volcanoes, and then uplifted many years ago. Unusual columns, “totem poles,” and balanced rocks resulted from continuing erosion leaving many strange formations, including
Cochise’s head,
a ship captain
and organ pipes. After driving around in this part of the country we have seen all the rocks the cowboys used to hide behind in the old westerns.
Faraway Ranch began in 1886, by the 1920’s it had become a guest ranch for visitors to explore the scenic canyons of the Chiricahua Mountains. The Erickson’s were instrumental in this area becoming a national monument. Their daughter names the homestead Faraway Ranch because it was so “God-awful far away from everything.”

The campground was restricted to 29’ rigs, so we couldn’t stay. We drove on to Wilcox, via Dos Cabezas, where we later found out Phillip Pelt’s sister Charmaine has a bed & breakfast. Too bad we found out about 30 minutes too late or we would have said, “hello.” We found a Passport America spot on the west end of Wilcox and went to bed early.

Saturday, March 26 we drove into Tucson, stopping at the Pima County Fairground on the south east side of town. The three places we looked at were on the west, north and this one on the south. All are about 30 minutes to Daniel on the NE side of town. After setting up we went to Daniel’s and watched Arizona vs. Uconn vi for the final four and the US vs. Argentina soccer game. He, Resa and we made plans for Monday and Tuesday. They both had to work all day Sunday.


Sunday, March 27 we found a UMC in the town of Sahuarita, south of Tucson. We were shocked to find NO Methodist churches in Tucson on the UMC website, but later we found there were 14 UMC churches in town, just not on the Methodist website. We arrived late, but heard a good sermon, then ran some errands including a trip to Best Buy to figure out the problems with Microsoft Outlook. Seven intelligent adults have given up transferring Olivia’s email addresses into this new program. Now the Geek Squad gave up too. Something is rotten in Austin! Or wherever they are.


Monday, March 28 Daniel and Resa were at our trailer at 8:30 for an excursion to the north of Tucson. We drove to Catalina and on to Oracle, where we turned off to visit the


Biosphere 2. This is the location of an experiment to survive in the future. Two teams lived for a year with the plants and animals in this enclosed atmosphere. We toured the living quarters and five different atmospheres. The
The rain forest was first and the plant life had grown tremendously since the early 1990’s. The
living quarters were attached in white buildings. The ocean

including beach and wave action sustained the fish and plant life, the desert, completed the atmosphere part. We were taken behind the scenes to the heat, cooling, water circulation and


lung for the whole project.


Our next destination was Mt Lemmon and their mail box to retrieve our mail. When Olivia picked out our “little” town post office she was not aware that Mt Lemmon was actually a ski resort on TOP of Mt Lemmon! She also thought there was a road from Catalina to the top. WRONG! But we asked Daisy on our GPS and sure enough she directed us to Oracle and on to the Mt Lemmon road. This 20 mile trip ended up taking us THREE HOURS! The road started out paved, then a wide gravel road, and then it narrowed and narrowed and became rougher and rougher. At one point we met graders and a sign of "Recovery America." Fred said he sure was glad Obama was at work on this
road. At least it broke the tension in the car. No one liked the rough road, but it was an “Adventure” we won’t forget. We hope Resa forgives us and Alaska roads are better than this one. We were able to retrieve our mail at the small post office, and then headed down the south side of the mountain on a beautifully paved road through the
Saguaro National Forest. Back at the trailer, we fed Resa and Daniel told them goodbye and they headed home. We planned to head on to Mesa the next day.


Tuesday, March 29, best laid plans often go astray. At 5 am Fred’s sister, Anna Kay called that their mother had been taken to the hospital with pneumonia. Two hours later her husband Don called that Lillian had passed away. We started making plans to leave the trailer and make plane reservations. Fred was able to make arrangements to leave the trailer in the fairgrounds at no charge for the week and Olivia worked on packing and reservations for flights. We left the fairgrounds by 11:00 am for a 1:00 flight. Arriving at the airport we realized the reservations were for Albuquerque instead of Tucson. Fortunately we were still able to fly at the designated time, but to go through Las Vegas, then Albuquerque before arriving in Dallas four hours later than planned. Angie and Bobby picked us up and we went to Anna Kay’s for a brief visit before going home. Fred lit the fires, turned on the water and we went to bed.


Wednesday, March 30 we started making funeral arrangements and picking up Daniel at Love Field Airport in Dallas. Sorting pictures to make a slide show, writing obit, and visiting at the funeral home were on the agenda. Friends came through again for food and loving support. We noticed the

wisteria blooming in our back yard and bluebonnets on the highway. We have missed both of those in the last three years as we travel.


Thursday, and Friday were a blur of funeral arrangements and a few hours for all our girls and Fred to have a
pedicure.


Saturday April 2 was Teenya’s birthday and the funeral visitation that night. There was a constant and large support for this wonderful lady and one of few remaining “old Duncanville” residents. As the crowd thinned a strong odor started. The funeral home had roofing workers during the day and we thought the tar smell was sifting through, when all of a sudden the room was filling with smoke. The attendant, a former fire man and police officer John Cole called 911 and it ended up being a two alarm fire. The family had already moved out because of the smell, and then the attendants and Don Maples started pulling the two caskets from the viewing rooms out the front door. By then the fire trucks had arrived and the firemen wouldn’t allow the staff to remove the two in the back. We stayed and watched as the back of the funeral home was torn and searched for the source of the fire until the hearse was retrieved from the garage and Lillian was taken to another funeral home. The next day we saw it on YouTube.

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Back at the house we ate a very late supper supplied by our Waxahachie friends.


Sunday, April 3 the day of the funeral. We met the family at the Church for a delicious lunch provided by the First United Methodist Church of Duncanville. As time neared for the funeral we were so glad some of our friends came in to say hello. The chapel was packed with friends from Duncanville, Waxahachie and all around. It was heartwarming to see so many paying tribute to Lillian. Linda Grounds, Donna Kay, Teenya, Andy and Logan all told stories about “Granny.” Pastor Marie gave an excellent sermon. Don Maples even said, “If Marie was tired of being a Methodist, they would love to have her at their Baptist church.” Now that’s a compliment! Teenya was successful in having the

the Harrington siblings pose together. In the limo Olivia snapped a picture of
Fred’s brothers. At the cemetery, someone in the family had the idea to go to El Chico in honor of Granny, since that was her favorite place to eat. Word spread through the family and all moved to DeSoto to eat. It was a
a nice tribute to our lovely, mother, grandmother and great-grandmother. We will miss her.


Monday, April 4, we took care of business and delivered Daniel to the airport. Patti spent the night on our couch so she could deliver us to Love field for our return trip to Tucson.


Tuesday, April 5, We arrived tired pups and found the trailer safe and secure, with the refrigerator cold with our goodies. Thanks to all who fed and helped us through this funeral and trip.


Wednesday, April 6 we moved north into Mesa, AZ stopping at a rest stop honoring

honoring Tom Mix. He was Olivia’s daddy’s favorite cowboy, abd Cecil was addicted to attending the Saturday morning movies to see the next in his serials. Tom was killed along this highway on his way home from a night of heavy drinking and gambling. The marker reads, “In memory of Tom Mix, 1880-1940, whose spirit left his body on this spot and whose characterization and portrayals in life served to better fix memories of the old west in the minds of living men.”


In Mesa and we found our friend Renee working her last shift at Val Vista park. We checked in and briefly visited with her, then called Betty Brinkerhoff, Olivia’s cousin on the Burton side. We visited them in Oregon four years ago and again when they came to Texas. Nelson had a stroke in January, but fortunately it didn’t affect his speech, right hand or brain. He visited with us while Betty prepared a wonderful meal. It was good to visit with them both and wish Nelson a speedy recovery.


Thursday, April 7 we went to a much recommended Superstition Market. We bought lots of fresh veggies and fruit. After storing the produce we explored the area driving east toward


Superstition Mountain. OK, put on your thinking cap and remember back to early days of TV and the old western movies. This is the home of the Lost Dutchman mine. He spent time on this mountain and when he came down he was ill. He never returned. He gave a lady who cared for him, 19 clues. She and another spent the rest of her life hunting for the mine. Many others have followed suit. The gold he returned with was 99% pure. No other gold is that pure. It is on display somewhere nearby, but we can’t remember where.


On a little further we entered the Tonto National Forest, named long before Jay Silverheels. At the superstition Mountain Museum we had a great opportunity to capture the Cholla cacti and Saguaro Cacti in one shot. Next we roamed the
Goldfield Ghost town and more cacti and
great views of Superstition Mountain. Close up we could see how rugged it is. On over the pass we found
Canyon Lake. We both commented on how hard it would be to roam this territory. If you slipped and grabbed something for support, it would be cacti! Ouch!


Returning to town and at LaGail's recommendation we visited the

gardens at the Morman Temple. It was a treat to see all the flowers in the desert.


Returning to the trailer we cooked a veggie meal for Renee and enjoyed her visit. She is going to a park in Montana for the summer, then return to Denver to settle down.


Friday, April 8 we packed up and headed north-west. The weather was turning cold and sprinkling rain. We drove along the Joshua Tree parkway and Olivia read about this tree. It is the largest of the yuccas and symbolizes the Mohave Desert. The Mormon pioneers named this species Joshua, because its shape mimics a person praying with uplifted arms or gesturing wildly, referring to the Biblical leader pointing the way to a Promised Land. Indians made meal from the seeds and a dye for decorating baskets from the reddish rootlets. Red-shafted flickers drill holes in the branches to make nests. We stopped early at Burro Creek BLM Park. As we returned to the pay station, they were closing the rest rooms and turning off water because of Government budget impasse. It did not bother us as we are self-contained and weren’t planning on using the facilities. We drove across burro creek and shot this



picture of the creek, campground and Highway Bridge behind us.


It rained all night and we awoke to a partly cloudy blue sky. We will move into Las Vegas ending our stay in Arizona. While we have enjoyed all our experiences and visits we will be glad to move on out of this desert and into another. In fact, we will be glad to eventually get out of the desert and let our skin restore its moisture. But Wait! The next morning we saw
snow on the mountains as we drove north to Kingman, and after we turned west and into Nevada we had
snowballs on our windshields! Yes, pea size snowballs. They are the dark spots on the windshield. It soon became ice, but it stuck to the bushes. Go figure. Fred heard a conversation where one man said,"well there’s rain, snow, sleet and hail, but I never seen anything like that!” We agree.


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