Preserving Our Cabin!

Our family cabin in the mountains is a special and magical-seeming place, but like any building, it needs fairly continual maintenance.  Following my "grand slam" when I pitched into the Rio Grande River and tore my right shoulder apart, I have been unable to do much at the cabin for a couple of years.  This summer I can do physical work again so it was time to get in gear!

Happily this summer Suzie, James, Travis, Finn, and Audrey were all here and able to travel to the cabin with me (each family on a different day) so we could picnic, hike, and make a simple plan of just what things needed doing to benefit the cabin.  (Maggie very kindly stayed in Silverton to blanch and freeze the bags of beautiful green beans that came from the Moore family garden in Denver.  Yum!)

 Audrey and Grammie enjoying a snuggle on the special rock sitting bench.

Suzie displaying a special rock---no surprises there!

Thank you, Suz, for the pictures.  Apparently I was so excited to have family here to join me for a day at the cabin I completely forgot my camera and my phone!!  (So--no pictures from me of  the family.)

 This week my long-time friend Lois MacKenzie, a retired nurse and lady-of-many-trades, packed up her cat named Olive and her working gloves and traveled to the cabin with me for two days of brushing wood preservative on the outside of the cabin logs.                                                              

 Lois expertly cllimbed clear to the peak to brush preservative on the logs.  When she was way at the top my job was to park myself on the bottom of the ladder to weigh it down---being a ladder weight turned out to fit my talents well---there was no slippage!

She's still smiling!

As the sun slid away over the nearby mountains the temperature dropped to about 40 degrees so it was time to try the untested repair of the chimney for the little cast iron wood stove that is the heating-cooking system  inside the cabin.  

The smoke curled out of the shiny new smoke pipe safely inside the structure designed to keep the snow from scraping the entire chimney arrangement off the room!

Lois getting ready to climb up to preserve the upper logs near the bottom of the chimney.

Soon the inside of the cabin was warming while Lois made her bed with fresh sheets and I put our pot of chili on the wood stove to heat along with a tea-kettle with water for tea, hand washing, etc.

We had dinner by the light of an oil lamp, with time for visiting and listening to the rain that was hammering on the metal roof.  What a great place to be for overnight!!!

Olive, the cat, who was never around in the daylight to pose for a photo, found a nice little nest under the stairs behind some boxes, and slept away most of the days.  She seemed to enjoy a bit of nocturnal prowling in the dark but was very polite---she crunched her midnight snack rather quietly!

 Putting a fresh coat of stain on the door and oiling the door handle, made by Charlie from a chunk of Utah desert juniper, were also on the list.  This stepladder wobbles merrily---made exact work more fun!

We finished the east and south sides, which needed the preservative the most.  Sincere thanks to Lois for her fast and skilled help!!

I rather hate to publish this photo, but there are authors who claim that when people spend time at high altitudes, they run the risk of becoming strange!  Our cabin is over 11,000 feet high so that may be what happened to this three-generation group of family!!!!

However, this lovey little lady looks quite normal, don't you think?

Come to visit---we'll go to the cabin and find something to fix!!!

Riding the Casey Jones to Elk Park!!!

Slightly over a year since I posted last---I am wondering if anyone will even check this post!


On Monday, August 17th, I was invited to ride the Casey Jones rail car to Elk Park with NARCOA-certified driver, Kevin Baldwin, a very mechanical guy from Silverton.  NARCOA stands for North American Rail Car Operator's Association---a group which organizes and administers private individuals who drive what are known here as "pop cars" on the narrow gauge rail tracks.

Here is "Casey," waiting on the tracks for the passengers.  It was built to carry 11 people but seven of us really filled it up!  There is disagreement about the purpose of this vehicle:  some say it was used as an ambulance and ran up the little rail lines that carried people to and fro from the mines up the nearby valleys and some say it was to carry the mine bosses to town for lodge meetings!  According to The Rainbow Route, a rather definitive book about the railroads in San Juan County. it was actually used for both!

Looking at Casey from the front you can see a flat white area over the windshield with a little red sign on it.  That is the gas tank!  There is a gasline on the right (black) running down to the engine.
The engine is from a Cadillac car  which was built into this funny-looking conveyance, replacing the original engine.  The Casey appeared in the news the spring of 1915!!

Almost time to climb aboard!  Kevin, the driver, is at the rear, checking to make sure all is in place and everything is working.  He and another passenger had to prime the engine---they had to pour fuel into each piston chamber with a tiny oil can and little funnels!  It actually has an electric starter and it started merrily (and noisily) on the first try!

There were ten other rail cars in our parade, with Casey Jones leading the way.  Here we are, all turned around at the Y at Elk Park, ready to ride the rails back to Silverton.  It was a great way to spend a summer afternoon in the high country!!!

A Visit to Red Rock Country in Utah

Toward the end of August, friend Lois MacKenzie from Silverton and I loaded up in her little blue Toyota pickup and headed for the back-country of eastern Utah...the land of huge red rocks and muddy rivers.

We stayed with the Rozman family (Lois' cousins) on their cattle ranch which is situated NW of Moab on the Green River---a long way from anywhere or anyone.  What a wonderful time we had seeing their cattle, horses, and irrigated fields which are emerald jewels in the desert.

Next it was on to Moab where we enjoyed a very cozy and elegant B&B.  The annual music festival was just beginning so we took a jet boat down the Colorado River to a sandstone grotto below the horseshoe bend in the river which is below Deadhorse Point (for those of you familiar with this area).  

We walked through a tree tunnel of willows pulled back carefully with ropes and found ourselves in the grotto which has a US Park Service capacity limit of 125 people.  There we found seats for 75 guests and wonder of all, a beautiful Steinway grand piano, parked on the sand, ready to play!

We enjoyed an afternoon concert of Classical music as well as a contemporary horn solo
(played from a ledge far above us, with long rests so we could hear the echos of the horn),
and a Columbian harp piece (do not think angel music!).  The acoustics were amazing; I could
hear the first violin breathing during a Beethoven quintet!

After the program we enjoyed wine and elegant appetizers with the musicians and then all
had another boatride back to Moab.  Probably the most unique concert setting I have ever
enjoyed---right up there with seeing the opera "Aida" staged at the Baths of Caracella
in Rome.

Our final day found us loading firewood, a log-splitter, and a chain saw into Lois' truck
and heading back home to our cool mountains.  Great trip---hope we go next year!

 The Rozman's Irrigation System with river water

 Feeder Cattle Having Breakfast with a Stone Corral in the

background that was used for wild horses at one time

 Lois and Kerry loading hay for the cows

 Jetting along the Colorado enjoying the cliffs

 The huge red cliffs are seemingly endless...

 Arriving in the Grotto Area

 Boats preparing to let us ashore...

Lois heading into the tree "tunnel" that led into the grotto

 The piano just within the shade of the grotto

 In the grotto---lots of photos taken!

 Lois and Penny with the piano

 Ready to begin...

Some of the excellent musicians, Columbian harp below

Old Threshers Reunion-Iowa

Recently I took the train from Grand Junction, Colorado to Mt. Pleasant, Iowa to visit friends, Karen and George Chapman, former Silvertonians.  While there I had the fun of visiting the annual Old Threshers Reunion, an extravaganza of steam tractors, draft horse demonstrations, and  many other replications of "old time" methods of accomplishing tasks---such a delightful trip back in time for me, as much of what I saw had been used on my family ranch when I was a child.

I saw a horse drilling a well, making patient trips round and round the well-site.

 Next came the threshing machines, driven by great belts attached to steam-powered tractors.
The chaff was flying, the grain was pouring into a wagon and the dinosaur-looking machines
were spewing straw into the breeze!

Another treat was called "The Cavalcade of Power."  It was actually a parade of  over

900 antique cars, trucks, tractors, steam-powered tractors, teams of horses, and other assorted types

of vintage equipment.  They paraded past the grand stand and some were competing by pulling heavy loads in the rather loose soil.  One steam tractor pulled its front wheels right off the ground!  There was even a horse-drawn school bus!  It was delightful watching though dusty.

 

 

Another interesting demonstration was seeing how sorghum (syrup that tastes sort of like

molasses although it seems sweeter) is made from cane.  They had a masher machine that squeezed the juice out of the stocks and then it was cooked down over a wood fire, with someone stirring and skimming the green bits (stalk) off the top.  It takes 18 gallons of cane juice to make one gallon of sorghum syrup.

 

 

Lastly were two bits from my farm/ranch girl history.  I guess the old adage about taking the girl off the farm but never removing the farm from the girl is true.  I discovered a white gasoline powered iron, such as my mother had, at a museum Karen and George took me to.  It was many steps ahead of the flat irons that were heated on the coal stove that our neighbors used.  Mom would pump up the pressure (see small pump in photo) and then I would have to go into the next room when she lit it in case it exploded!  I can still hear the hiss of the burning gas as she ironed...the second bit is that I found a B Model International Harvester tractor (Farmall).  Such a tractor was the first motor vehicle I ever drove (I believe I was eleven).  I would drive and pull a small wagon containing corn silage for our cows in the winter and my dad would stand in the wagon and toss out the food to the cows.  One time he said to go faster so I hit the throttle---kazoom!  Away went the tractor and trailer with me at the wheel and Dad flew right over the back end of the wagon!  (Needless to say we had to have a little visit about gradually increasing the throttle speed!)

 

The Chapmans were wonderful hosts (thanks, good friends) and I had a most enjoyable time visiting some of my roots and learning some new things.  Old Threshers Reunion in Iowa---a good time!

 













Continuing South in Peru...

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Working our way farther south along the coast of Peru, we enjoyed a boat trip to the Ballestas Islands, often called "The Galapagos of Peru."  It is a wildlife sanctuary, home to 300,00 birds!      We saw brown pelicans, Peruvian Boobies, Inca Terns with red feet and beaks, Humboldt Penquins, pelicans, cormorants and South American Sea Lions, all happily living together.  Even the sea lions have no enemies because there are no sharks in the waters along the coast.

Another adventure was going dune-buggying in the huge sand dunes on the northern reaches of the Atacama Desert, the dryest area on Earth.  Unknown to us, our guide sent a camera with our buggy driver who insisted on taking pictures of us!  In my halting Spanish I said "no dinero" because I thought he was going to try to sell the pictures to us!  Of course he insisted on taking pictures (I am
sure he was hoping for a big tip from Alex, our guide)---anyway, here are a few.  It was breath-taking, not only speeding wildly up and down the dunes but enjoying the scenery!

 Ready to Roll---hang on to your hats!

Enjoying the shade of the buggy on the dunes

 

 Sand as far as we could see in all directions!

 The oasis where we started---that is us going up the dune.

One more shot in the dunes---it was just like being in

one of those desert movies where the oasis is a

mirage and the guy on the camel is lost!

Another very interesting thing we did was to fly over the Nazca Lines in a four-passenger Cessna.  I had wanted to see the lines ever since Charlie introduced me to the knowledge---no-one knows why they were created by the Nazca culture about 2000 years ago.  They were made by removing the dark volcanic rock that covers the light sand.  There are over one thousand designs scattered over a thousand square kilometers; 1500 kilometers of lines, all on a plateau between two river beds (dry) running from the Andes to the Pacific.  Below is my one good photo and my favorite geoglyph, the hummingbird.  They weren't really discovered until the 1930s and when the Pan Amerian highway was built it went right through one of the figures because no-one knew it was there.  Only after passenger air service was introduced did pilots notice the unusual designs and line.

You may have to enlarge this to make it more clear.

 

We enjoyed traveling to southern Peru and going up into the mountains to get to the Colca Valley,

a valley advertised as being deeper than the Grand Canyon.  In one particular place the Andean

Condors ride the air currents coming out of the canyon, which was quite spectacular.  They have a

wing span of ten feet and we saw 10-12 at once floating up out of the canyon!  En route we crossed

over a pass that was 16,000 feet and also had a chance to stop along the way to purchase hand-made

treasures to take home from local ladies.

 Penny and Marie at the pass---over five miles above seal level!  (the little

stone cairns were like the ones we saw in Iceland---you add a stone and make a wish.)

 Penny with her new hat, purchased from this lovely lady.

After the picture was taken she adjusted it on my head

so I could see better.

 Looking across the Colca Canyon with all the Inca

terraces which are still farmed.

 Peru has so many geologic faults that they even post signs

along the highways warning you of them---in case the earth

has opened up or heaved.

One of the condors sailing on the thermals---absolutely awesome

in the original sense of the word.

We genuinely enjoyed our wonderful trip and owe our guide Alex thank we'll never be able to give

him.  He planned a full ten days of learning, sight-seeing and adventure.  Many days started at 3 am and ended when we got to our hotel at 10 pm but it was sheer delight.  Please come visit me and we'll

look at the rest of my pictures and I'll over-whelm you with the history of pre-Inca civilizations!!!

 

 

Lunch on our final day in Peru, with our guide, Alex.

Marie and I enjoyed our final pisco sour, the national drink

of Peru which we learned to love when we were

in Peru four years ago!

Go to Peru when you can---the people are wonderful and there

is so much to see and do that is new to North Americans!