So at some point during our travels with Bill, he reminded me about Chaco Canyon. I had learned about it in some classes I took in college and have wanted to check it out ever since, but it is not exactly on the way to anywhere. It is, however, not too far out of the way for a flyby when departing Durango. Sure, why not?? Sounds like fun.
It takes some driving on a dirt road to get there. Something we can handle. This dirt road has some industrial strength washboards. Oof. We made it though.
Now Chaco Canyon was a massive cultural center or *city* for its time. It was basically the Washington DC of its period--complete with power struggles and corruption. It is amazing how much development was present.
Now keep in mind, this is only a couple pics and this is only what is left of the civilization. It is real hard to imagine how huge this place was back in its day. Amazing.
Gratuitous truck shot:
So we headed out a different way than we came in. The way we went out put us on I-40 at Thoreau. Unfortunately, the road was not paved and had washboards that made the industrial strength washboards on the way in feel like subtle expansion joints on a super highway. Misery ensued. 10 mph, 35mph, 65 mph, 2wd, 4wd, nothing mattered. This road surface was awful. Now, it looked fine, but it drove like horrid ****. Once we got off of that dirt, we had a new appreciation for pavement. Like the road was paved with pillows. We made it through the reservation, seeing some neat sights along the way. We hit 40 and headed west. Not far into Arizona we hit the Painted Desert/Petrified Forest.
This is called Newspaper Rock. Pretty neat.
After passing through the Painted Desert, we arrived in the Petrified Forest. This place is so cool.
So we exited the park at the south end which put us on US180 headed toward Holbrook. We rolled up there and got on I-40 once again. This chunk of 40 parallels the US66 route so some of the old road houses are still visible from 40.
Here it is!! (or was...)
The old Twin Arrows Trading Post from the Route 66 days. It too is defunct now.
San Francisco Peaks in the distance getting lit up by the setting sun:
So we rolled into Flagstaff about 20:00 and hit up a random Choke-N-Puke for some vittles. While there, we discussed a plan for the evening. I was not too hip on the idea of paying for a room in Flagstaff and I wasn't really in the mood to find a campsite in the dark after the long day we had so far. We all decided to point the truck down the hill and put it in the driveway instead. So that's what we did. One hour and forty minutes later we rolled into the driveway. Eight days. Four states. 2100 miles. About 105 gallons of fuel (I drove some extra on that last tank before I filled up). 2100/105= ~20mpg. Not too bad for an old Suburban that weighs a lot and is not too aerodynamic.
All in all we had a great time. It was a lot of fun traveling with Larry and Lynn and also Bill when he was able to join us. We got to see some really cool stuff along the way. I learned a lot about the equipment we brought. Some of what worked and some of what needs improvement or even needs to be left at home. Even though, when the math is done, we averaged just under 11mph for ever hour on the trip (including sleeping time and trails etc), we never felt like we were rushing through anything. We would take some time to stay here or there until we felt like moving on. There was no rush or push to get here or go there, even with Larry and Bill as they seem to share our idea of how to enjoy traveling. It sounds hard to believe with all that we did and saw, but it was fantastically relaxing. I don't think I/we could have enjoyed it more.