2008 Vacation: Day 9

We got up early, before daylight, with plans to end up in Vernon, TX back at the Rocking “A” RV Park. Our agenda today included only two stops en route. Quirky little stops really.

The Cadillac Ranch, located along the tatters of historic Route 66, was built in 1974, brainchild of Stanley Marsh 3, the helium millionaire who owns the dusty wheat field where it stands. Marsh and The Ant Farm, a San Francisco art collective, assembled used Cadillacs representing the "Golden Age" of American Automobiles (1949 through 1963). The ten graffiti-covered cars are half-buried, nose-down, facing west "at the same angle as the Cheops' pyramids."
In 1997, development creep forced Marsh to move the entire assemblage about two miles further west. The line of cars is far enough out in a field to allow for suitably bleak photography. The distance from any authority also encourages ever-mutating layers of painted graffiti, which Marsh doesn't seem to mind.

Visitors are encouraged 24/7 - no admission. Bring your own spray paint.

After this little stop, we moved on to Goodnight, TX a community on the edge of Claude, TX where Charlie Goodnight rests.

This is the cemetery way out in the field on a little hill.

Who the heck is Charles Goodnight? You might ask. Well, he was the co-founder of the Goodnight-Loving Trail. Born in Illinois in 1836, he moved with his family to Waco, TX in 1846 when he was ten years old. By the time he was twenty he was working as a cowboy and served with the local militia in the many fights against Comanche raiders. In 1857, he joined the Texas Rangers, where he continued to fight in the Indian wars and served as an Indian scout. Later, when the Civil war began, he again served as a scout.

After the war, he teamed up with Oliver Loving to move cattle from Fort Belknap, TX to Fort Sumner, NM, in what became known as the Goodnight-Loving Trail. It was during this time, that Charlie would invent the chuck wagon when he rebuilt an army surplus Studebaker wagon for more practical use on a long cattle drive.

Unfortunately, Loving was killed by a Comanche war party in 1867, but this did not stop Goodnight from continuing to organize cattle drives on his own.

The novel, Lonesome Dove by Larry McMurtry, is based on the historical accounts of Goodnight and Loving (The Real Lonesome Dove). Augustus McCrae is patterned after Oliver Loving and Woodrow F. Call after Charles Goodnight. The movie is also based on these men's lives. Charles Goodnight would be the patron saint of all cowboys as he developed the cattle industry as it stands today.

During our visit here we discovered a geocache full of geojunk. The kids were very excited to dig through this one. We paid our respects to Charlie Goodnight, we moved on toward Vernon, TX.
We weren’t doing too badly on time until we had another blowout on the trailer. This delay caused us to spend more time hunting for a tire place to purchase 3 new tires.

We ended up somewhere in a little town on Old Route 66 for a delay of 2 hours while we took care of this little chore.

Got to Vernon, TX around 7 p.m. The kids and I finally were able to don swimsuits (the ONLY time on this trip) and cool off in the pool. That water felt sooooooo gooood!

After a dinner of frozen, smoked chicken and deli macaroni salad, we got our showers and hit the hay.

2008 Vacation: Day 8

My husband woke us up before daylight to get on the road. He’s eager to get started so nixes my idea for an in camp breakfast. We head out and attempt to locate another Denny’s. Maggie had us doing U turns in places there weren’t any. Besides, U turns with a 30 foot travel trailer isn’t exactly something my husband is fond of performing.

Eventually, we got the rig facing east and stumbled across a trucker’s plaza that featured a coffee shop and a restaurant. There was not any available seating in the restaurant and we were directed to the coffee shop. Any other time, I’d be aggravated but I was pleasantly pleased to see a big screen TV in the coffee shop which was already tuned in to the Backyardigans! The girls were excited to see something familiar and promptly sat down in the big comfy chair to veg out to Pablo and Uniqua until we were served breakfast.

Resuming our drive, we headed out toward Meteor City, AZ. My husband had somehow allowed a housefly to enter the truck. He swatted at it, missed, allowed Kyle to swat at it, he missed too, and finally said, “Roll all the windows down!” We managed to avoid the fly catastrophe and safely continue our drive to Meteor Crater.

This was a really neat stop. This 150 ft, multi-ton, extremely dense, iron/nickel meteor struck the earth about 50,000 years ago with a force 1,000 times greater than the atomic bomb that struck Hiroshima. When the meteor struck the Earth, it was traveling at 11 miles per second. Upon impact, the meteor was obliterated into tiny microscopic fragments. The only measurable fragments are those that broke off before impact and this accounts for less than 1% of the actual size of the meteor. Really cool place to visit!! This pic shows the largest discovered meteorite fragment of the meteor that created Meteor Crater.

This picture shows Meteor Crater. But......
If you zoom in a bit you can see where the scientists had drilled holes to get samples, etc. and......

Zooming in a little more shows a 6 foot plywood astronaut on the fence of the sample boring area. The flag is also plywood and measure 3 x 6 feet. Isn't that something?

After gaping at the hole for a while, we continued our travels east. The next stop planned was Winslow, AZ where I wanted to get a picture with the guy that’s standing on the corner. DH had agreed to do this just for me. It’s another virtual geo and I needed to collect some information. Unfortunately for me, this particular area is under construction resulting in more traffic. As we approached the corner, DH needed to find a place to pull off the road and park the trailer. We finally found a spot and The Teen and myself got out of the truck to walk to the corner.

Returning to the truck, I told DH that I needed one more stop for another geo. He snarled but said okay. I should have looked around a little bit before making him move the rig. After the fact, I discovered I only needed to go a short walk away from our current location. Needless to say, he was not a happy camper. We returned to I-40 E (a.k.a. Historic Route 66) and began a nice little drive to the Petrified Forest National Park.

This intriguing park boasts an amazing display of colorful hills made out of clay which was deposited in this area about 225 million years ago! After continuous erosion, the soft sandstone revealed many fossilized organisms from the Triassic period of the Mesozoic (when the dinosaur era was just beginning). The petrified logs, still abundant in the park, are remains of trees from a huge flooded forest. At that time, the logs' wood tissue were filled by a silica-rich water which combined with oxygen replaced their organic matter by crystals of quartz. They've got all the looks of wooden logs but are truly made of hard rock!

The following picture shows the Crystal forest.
This is the reason why it's call the Crystal Forest. The inside of the tree trunk has turned into colorful crystals.

What a fantastic place this is! The rig was dwarfed by the size of the colorful clay hills which are so soft and have been exposed to so much erosion I can't imagine how tall they must have been. The petrified logs are beautiful and so intriguing - even after reading the scientific explanation, I still keep asking myself: are these pieces of wood that feel like rock to the touch or are they real rocks that for some reason resemble tree logs so much? Providing a curious show, some logs still lie on the edge of cliffs, some start to come out of the ground as the rain washes down the clay, lots of them tumbled down to the desert floor where they lie in all imaginable arrangements and positions, delicate desert flowers growing here and there among them.

Fragments of petrified logs scatter the area. The ones that come from the bark or the outer part of the logs look so precious. They are remains of a distant, fascinating past. I took as many pictures as I could but what I really want is them to make an imprint in my memory so that when I am 79 and close my eyes in bed I can remember myself walking amongst the awesome 225 million years old petrified logs!

Along the Park Drive, one sort of slides from the Petrified Forest into the Painted Desert. “Painted Desert” is the poetic name given to a huge sweep of Chinle Group rocks that show a variety of colors from different minerals in the rock. The distinct white layers are sandstone. The cap of the Tepees is clay. Dark layers are caused by high carbon content. Darker reds are iron-stained sandstone. Reddish bases are stained by iron-oxide, which is also called hematite. The mixed reds, grays, whites, and blacks of the different rock layers combine to produce something that really looks like the result of an artist gone berserk with some REALLY BIG paint brushes. It’s like this everywhere you look in this part of the park.

Kangaroo tries to explain about her favorite part of the desert.
I’ve always heard that though it’s hot here, it’s a “different” kind of hot. The wind is always blowing. The thermostat in the truck was showing 99 degrees Fahrenheit but it really didn’t feel that hot!