Day 8: Pecos River, Texas to Houston, Texas

This morning we left our sweet campsite on the river and headed east. Our first real stop of the day was in Fredricksburg, Texas. We were happy with the town when we checked out the quilt shop and garden art center…but when we got into the adorable downtown we (especially me) were quite enamored with it. I tried the wine at Fredricksburg Winery…it wasn’t my favorite ever, most things were a little sweet for my taste, but it was certainly more than I’d expected from Texas wine. The woman pouring the wine told us some more about the area, including the location of the Fredericksburg Brewery. The three of us walked the street, and thanks to Frederickson liquor laws, Forrest and I tried their pale, red, and porter while sitting on a bench outside with Sprocket.

After our explorations of Fredricksburg, we headed just out of town for Luckenbach. It was the tourist trap it was promised to be, but unlike most tourist traps, this one was worth it. Forrest, Sprocket, and I listened to “Jimmy Lee Jones” play at the pickers circle while drinking a Lone Star and a Shiner Bock (had to have the Texas beers!). The dance hall, which was closed on a Tuesday afternoon, looked like a lot of fun though!

After Lukenbach, we set out looking for some Texas barbeque on our way to Austin. As we neared the city we settled on Cartwright’s BBQ. We had ribs and brisket that were pretty good, later when we found out we’d tried our Texas barbecue at a chain (albeit a small one) we were a little unhappy. We headed into downtown Austin to walk around a bit. We checked out the capitol, complete with cannons and Civil War memorial then walked down 6th Street (the center of Austin nightlife). It seemed like a nice city but really wasn’t that exceptional (maybe we should have stuck around for the bats flying out from under the bridges).

We finished our day by driving through Houston before stopping for the night. The TA Truck Stop wasn’t one of our prettier campsites but it worked alright.

Day 7: Artisia, New Mexico to the shores of the Pecos River (Crocket County, Texas)

This morning, bright and early, we left our cushy digs in the truck parking lot of a motel in Artisia, New Mexico in search of huevos rancheros. Artisia let us down and Carlsbad very nearly did. We finally found the “Pecos River Cafe” which seemed to be doing brisk prework business. Forrest had the huervos rancheros he’d been craving (“They’re a little different style, but still good.”) while I tried the eggs and green chili (I wish I would have gotten the cinnamon rolls that I spied on the way out the door). A half hour later we were pulling into Carlsbad Caverns National Park. It was early on a Monday morning so I ran Sprocket up and down the parking lot for a bit before settling him into his crate while we visited the caves. The weather was nice and cool and he had a brand new cow hoof so he didn’t seem too put out by our having an adventure without him.

The caverns were really pretty cool. Forrest had been there before so I think it was a little anticlimactic for him, but we both enjoyed poking around. We did both self-guided tours: the natural entrance and the big room. We took lots of pictures, some of which turned out and some of which didn’t…but over all they’re pretty good for cave pictures!

After our tours we returned to the parking lot where Sprocket got to do some more running around before we loaded up in the ol’ red rocket jeep for the drive to Texas. About the only things of note on the drive from Carlbad to Fort Stockton was the house with all the old tractors lined up (Andrew would be so proud), my first oil derrick sighting (followed by many more), and a vista that just never changed. In Fort Stockton we were hoping for some good steaks or BBQ and perhaps a cute and historic downtown…we found none of these. In fact, we found some subpar Mexican food and bought some ill advised two-for-one Blizzards at DQ (“I was sucked in by the marketing!”). We gladly hit the road east away from Fort Stockton (if you’re ever on I-10…don’t stop).

We hopped off the road again just north of Sheffield (which proudly lists their soldiers serving under “The Commander in Chief: George W. Bush”…obviously things don’t change too quickly in Sheffield. We were hoping to be able to check out (and perhaps camp at) Fort Lancaster State Historic Park. We were foiled by a gate that a McRancher could be proud of. So, I write this at our campsite (to be posted at the next wifi) in a wash on private property off some county road off of Texas Route 290. Got to run…need to keep Sprocket away from the deer carcass on the other side of the wash…

Day 6: Moab, Utah to Artisia, New Mexico

We departed Moab this morning at about eight after packing up our clean laundry and mostly clean puppy dog. Sprocket settled right in for the ride as we headed south out of town. At Monticello we headed east for Colorado (a new state for me!). We got gas and the most fabulous gas station burrito I’ve ever had at the gas station in Dove Creek.

We headed to Dolores to see the Galloping Goose and found that the train was interesting but that the town itself was pretty interesting—there were lots of old cool buildings and a brewery (which sadly was closed). Before heading out towards Durango we stopped to visit Tony & Brenda, friends Forrest made riding the trials circuit. It was nice to just get out of the car and Sprocket really enjoyed eating all of the sticks in the yard and drinking out of Brenda’s fountain.


In Durango, we made a quick tour through the historic downtown but there was lots of construction and not really anywhere to park so we didn’t stop. We headed to Walmart to try and remedy the no camera situation and decided to postpone our purchase until Santa Fe (bad choice).

We drove through some really pretty country in southwestern Colorado to Pagosa Springs. Just before getting into town we passed two microbreweries (Pagosa Brewing Co. and Pagosa Brew Stop) but both were closed at 2pm on a Sunday. In downtown, there were still some cool old buildings but the town was certainly dominated by the large hotels and spas on the rivers using the hot springs. Sprocket’s nose was going a mile a minute trying to understand that sulfer smell! I was a little mean to the little guy and let him sniff and take a sip out of the hot springs water in a fountain in town—he couldn’t quite figure out if it was good or plain awful.

In New Mexico, we made a stop at the Echo Amphitheater in Carson National Forest. It was a really beautiful, almost perfectly semicircular gouge in the wall of a cliff. Sprocket and I sprinted the whole way back down the trail (not very long…maybe a quarter mile) and he loved it—it’s certainly his favorite to run with me off the leash.

In Santa Fe we tried to stop and get some “southwestern” food and try some micros but downtown Santa Fe was a zoo. Forrest and I decided that the food would probably be pretty pricey and the stop would probably turn out longer than we’d hoped for so we just headed for Walmart where we bought a camera (that means pictures from here on!!). We filled up before leaving town and found that we’re getting pretty unbelievable gas mileage—we calculated 29.3 mpg if you can possibly believe it.

We miscalculated and guessed that at the US 285 and I-40 interchange…”Clive Corners”…there would be food of some kind. We were pretty wrong. There wasn’t even gas station food so we settled for bagels and cream cheese in the parking lot and decided to press on to Roswell for the night. We’re joked about “looking for UFO’s” as we’re cruising towards town while listening to “The Country Giant” that promises a “Strait Shot” once an hour—that’s a George Strait song at least once an hour all day long, love it! Unfortunately, I directed us onto the truck route around Roswell so we went all the way down to Artisia before we found anywhere to sleep, but boy were we ready for bed when we got there!

Day 5: Moab, Utah

Today we spent the morning taking care of some small clean up things on the Jeep, preparing for the next leg of our journey. About noon, we loaded Robin, her friend Mckinley, and Sprocket into the back of the Cherokee and headed for the shores of the Colorado for the afternoon. Forrest and I both noted that riding in the back of cars without seatbelts used to be a part of childhood but is something that has become non-existent. The girls didn’t care one bit about our philosophizing and giggled the entire way to the beach. Sprocket just got lots of love from the girls which he pretty much just takes in stride—“duh, the girls love me!”

Hanging out at the river was really nice. It was warm and pretty darn relaxing. Mckinley made a sand mermaid of Robin and we tried to get Sprocket to come swim but he’s still not so sure about the whole playing in the water thing. Despite his protestations we kept dunking him in the river to help keep him cool but aside from that he was very well behaved and loved just basking in the sun on our feet. Danette and Kirk joined us for a bit before we decided we’d all had enough sun. Forrest and I ended up riding Kirk’s motorcycle back to the house, which was really fun. What a way to travel through the canyon!

This evening, we just hung out at the house enjoying the nice evening weather, looking west toward the La Sals on the back deck. We’re doing our laundry to head out on the next leg of our journey: through southwestern Colorado towards Santa Fe then on to Carlsbad Caverns. I’m so excited to see lots of new things in the next few days!

Day 4: Moab, Utah

Today, Forrest and I (and Sprocket) drove up towards the La Sal Mountains. Forrest really likes it up there where the red rocks meets the pines from the mountains and I must say I concur! It’s gorgeous. Rather than taking the mountain loop road all the way to Castle Valley, we cut off on Sand Flats Road. We checked out Castle Valley Overlook (which is incredible!) and popped out in Sand Flats Recreation area. Sprocket had a blast getting out of the car at each stop and sniff, sniff, sniffing his way around!

Back in town, Forrest indulged me in heading out to Spanish Valley Vineyards where I tried their assortment of wines (Chardonnay, Gewürztraminer, Riesling, cherry wine, Cab Sav, and a Riesling dessert wine). I loved the Chardonnay and I know Mom (Suzan) would too. Sprocket didn’t mind the detour too much, he loved hanging out the open windows and greeting everyone who drove up.

We relaxed a bit before heading out to hike Hidden Valley with Danette, Robin, robin’s friend Mckinley, and a friend of Danette’s. Sprocket was such a trooper! He hauled himself up that hill with no problem and ran all over the place. When Sprocket started to seem pretty tired Forrest and Robin hung back with him while the rest of us hiked all the way up the valley and then Mckinley and I ran all the way back to the hill (and my knee didn’t hurt at all!!). The valley is absolutely gorgeous and sometimes it’s so hard to believe that you’re right above town. Sprocket was bomber going back down the hill although I was a little worried that he wasn’t going to be able to stop sometimes. He’s currently crashed at our feet while we’re writing this.

Day 3: Moab, Utah

First order of business on Thursday was to reorganize our supplies for the trip, because we’d moved up our departure date the “things to go” just went rather than being carefully packed away. The Cherokee and motorcycle both got baths and Sprocket got to run around the yard and play in the hose.

After we’d finished up with our road “chores,” we loaded the bike back on the Cherokee and headed into town for a bit. Forrest went to visit some friends at Moab Tour Company (where he used to give Hummer tours) while I hung out in Back of Beyond Books (pretty much one of my favorite bookstores ever) before we all headed up to Slickrock. Forrest rode his bike around the Slickrock trail while Sprocket and I walked the practice route. Sprocket had a blast but that up and down the rock in the warm weather just tuckered him out. He got back to the jeep and crawled right under it and wouldn’t move. I had to give him his water under there!

Afterwards, we made a quick pit stop at the grocery store and took our lunches over to a park where Sprocket played in the fountain. We came back to Danette’s and then went out to hike on Steelbender. We had to drag Sprocket out from his kennel but he came. He had a blast splashing around in Mill Creek—I think he decided it was worth getting up for. He got to walk back to the car with Danette though because Forrest, Robin, and I decided to take a “scrambling” route over a fin of rock. It was really fun, I love how there are so many opportunities to do that here!

We finished up the day with dinner at Pasta Jay’s in town—the pasta was pretty darn good. Back at the house, we all headed for bed pretty quickly, it had been a busy day!

Beer Notes

Barley Brown’s Brewpub; Baker City, Oregon:

  • Shredder’s Wheat: Won an award at the World Brew Cup last month. We thought it was pretty sweet but it was yummy!
  • Tumble-off Pale: Hoppy and fabulous
  • Hot Blond: A jalapeno ale. It was interesting, I kind of liked it. Maybe for a glass (10oz), maybe a pint, not a six pack.
  • Golden Ale: Forrest said, “You could drink this all summer” but that it had an aftertaste that reminded him of how the Budweiser factory smelled.
  • Tankslapper Double IPA: Fruity smell, pretty strong, and yummmmmmyyyyy.

Pinnacle Brewing Company; Price, Utah:
“Toto, I don’t think we’re in Oregon anymore.”
The beer was okay, but we’re just so so spoiled from drinking Oregon beer.

Day 2: Mountain Home, Idaho to Moab, Utah

Yesterday, we headed out of Mountain Home steaming for Moab, Utah. Sprocket really didn’t want to spend any more time in his crate although I really can’t blame him. We made him hang out in it for a bit and eventually let him back on the futon, which he seemed to enjoy. He got his twelve-week shots in the parking lot of a farm store in Burley, Idaho.

Comfy Pup

We took I-84 around Salt Lake through Coalville to US 40 past Park City. Sprocket was only restless when we tried to make him ride in his crate. He seemed to like being sprawled across the rear window.

On highway 6, we hit our trip highpoint (and Sprocket’s lifetime highpoint!) at Solider Summit:  7,477′. We stopped at Pinnacle Brewing Company in Price and tried a couple of their beers before getting back in the Jeep for the final push to Moab. Robin called to find out exactly what time we were coming in on Thursday, EXACTLY, as we were on our way to pick her up from her dog sitting job and boy was she surprised to find Gumper, Sprocket, and Beth there to pick her up!

Deer Creek Reservoir near Heber, Utah

After that we just headed to Danette’s where Sprocket got to run around and we all got to catch up. It felt great to have a shower and get to bed early. Looking forward to some fun in the sun! It’s supposed to be 80 today!!

Day 1: Philomath, Oregon to Mountain Home, Idaho

We were able to hit the open road about one after checking out with our landlord (who had noticed me walking Sprocket in town last week but seemed pretty cool with the fact that we’d had him). It felt so good to be finally moving! The weather was typical “spring in Oregon” with nice low clouds as we headed up US 20 towards Sisters—our mission: to have beer & dinner at Barley Brown’s Brewpub in Baker City before they closed: 346 miles!).

Strawberry Mountains

We headed east through Redmond and Prineville toward the Ochoco Mountains. The mountains were quite pretty—a meander through pines in rolling small mountains. After John Day (where we filled up and found that we were getting about 23 MPG!) and the rather adorable town of Prairie City, we paused for a photo of the Strawberry Mountains—yet another place we need to go explore! Soon after leaving town, we crested Dixie Pass, the Ochoco divide, at 5,277’. We took OR 7 through the Elkhorns towards Sumpter and Baker City. We saw a herd of about fifteen elk right on the road, earlier we’d seen an assortment of deer and pronghorn. It was too bad that it got dark just as we were getting into the Sumpter valley but Forrest tried his best to describe to me the dredge and railroad that he’d seen last summer when he passed through on his way to Glacier National Park.

Elk on OR 7 near Sumpter

Pulling into Baker City at about 8:30, in plenty of time!, Sprocket and I sprinted up and down Main Street for a bit, he’d been such a good car rider all day. Baker City is rather cute and I wish I could have gotten some pictures, but I’m sure we’ll be back. We had been hoping to make an unbiased assessment of Barley Brown’s this time but we were hungry and happy to have some beer to try so we won’t complain about it—as we sat down at the bar Forrest said, “Maybe we’ll just keep this as the place that we come to after not having ate for seven hours and just want food.” We got a taster of beers (our tasting notes to come) and a couple of burgers, quite a perfect road meal.

Uncaged puppy!

Leaving Baker, we pushed on for another hundred miles to get past Boise. I felt bad that Sprocket had been in his crate so much and tried to let him hangout in the passenger’s seat with me. He loved hanging just his nose out the window and letting me hold him until we merged on to I-84 where I rolled up the window. He tried sitting on the floor between my feet before he crawled up on the platform and nested himself on the futon, stretched out, and crashed. We made it to a truck stop in Mountain Home where we ran Sprocket, set up our bed and crashed. It was perfect!

Preliminary Schedule

**I initially called this “Rough schedule” but that seemed to imply that there was something “hard” about this and by no means is that the case.

We put together a rough schedule today of our plans for the trip. Everything is pretty amorphous and there’s some (but not much) wiggle room.

As of now, we’re planning on hitting the open road on April 14th following a walk through with our landlord. We’ll spend that night somewhere in Northeastern Oregon (I’m kind of hoping for a Barley Brown’s visit in Baker City) or Idaho before shooting into Moab the next day.

Rough outline:
Moab: April 15
Carlsbad: April 18
New Orleans (Meg): April 25
Tampa Bay (Frank & Carol): April 28-29
Key West: May 2
Pittsburgh area (Larry and Kim): May 15th
Bates: (probably) May 19th
Grand Isle, Vermont (Lee and Jim): May 20
Shoreham, Vermont (Katie and Colin): May 21