Sunday, September 10, 2017

Back to Casa Blanca

We spent a couple of days at the OK RV Park in Moab, UT. It was hot. We heard from our friends in Sunset that the smoke from local forest fires caused them to have to shut their shop doors, so the mechanics could breath. We wish our friends well, but I am so glad we are not there. Kathi and I both are already gasping for air much of the time due to the altitude. That is my latest excuse for being in poor physical shape.

Every time we have stayed in Moab, we stayed in the OK RV Park. If we go back, I want to try someplace new. They try to keep the little grass they have green by running water sprinklers every day. Either side of the motorhome I was on, the sprinkler sprayed me constantly, so I did not spend much time outside. The sprinklers were bad enough, but the mud they create is unavoidable. I think the groundskeeper must realize it is a problem, because many people put plastic bottles over their sprinkler heads. Either way, I spent my last night at OK RV Park. Their prices have tripled since we first started staying there about 10 years ago.

Mountain scene in Moab
We signed in at OK for three nights, but Kathi checked the weather and found out it was cooler in New Mexico, so we cut our stay short by one day, which was okay with me in my muddy shoes and damp pants. Thursday, September 7, 2017, we moved further south. We took US 191 south out of Moab and changed to US 491 east out of Monticello. We crossed from Utah into Colorado and went through Dove Creek, Cahone, Yellow Jacket and Cortez, before stopping at the Sleeping Ute RV Park near the Ute Mountain Casino in Towaoc, CO.

Mountain across US 491 for the Ute Mountain Casino in Towaoc
It was a short drive, so we were not worn out when we arrived and decided to spend a few hours at the casino. I hit a royal flush on a nickel machine, allowing us to extend our visit by a few hours. We had fun, but the strongest drink available was Pepsi, so we departed when our luck kept drifting down with our funds. Kathi made grilled ham and cheese sandwiches for dinner and we retired early.

Friday, we returned to the casino and played video poker until time for their seafood buffet. The boiled shrimp were good, but the fried fish, broiled cod and fried shrimp were awful. The person filling plates of crab legs must have been on commission, because he stacked crab legs on our plates until they fell off. The legs were cracked when we received them, making it easy to get to the meat with no tools necessary.

Saturday morning, we hit the road again, taking US 491 south through Shiprock and Little Water. We bounced our way from Little Water to Newcomb. The road was like a washboard in one spot and collapsed our air bags and shocks driving through. The exhaust pipe from our generator came loose and we lost the door to our hot water heater. I tied and taped the exhaust so it would travel with plans to fix it when we get to Texas. 

Rock formation near where we stopped to tie up our exhaust pipe.

Through the window and through the haze at Shiprock. The mountain Shiprock, NM is named after.

When it was travel worthy again, we continued south on 491 through the Navajo Nation, passing Naschitti, Tohatchi and Mexican Springs, before changing to I-40 in Gallup. We took I-40 east through Thoreau and Grants and stopped at the Dancing Eagle RV Park in Casa Blanca, NM. It is on the Acoma Indian Reservation established for Pueblo Indians. The rate is $10 per night here, so we will stay here for a few days. I am going to try and buy a new door for the hot water heater at the Camping world store in Albuquerque on Monday.

We are having a great time and will be back in Texas next week. I am going to spend this week recovering from bouncing down US 491. Kathi still loves me, so all is well.


  1. Wow. You two had a tough ride. I knew it was bumpy but didn't know you too on all that damage. I assume you are far away from the fires now. Good luck with 491 next week

  2. I really appreciate your support, AJ. We have good days and bad days on the road. It;s always something.