Off to Chaco Canyon

We left Boulder on Wednesday, driving through the San Luis Valley, on our way to Chaco Canyon National Historic Park, to meet our friends Bruce and Dora. On Wednesday, we stopped in South Fork, a tourist town between seasons. South Fork was almost dead; we stopped to get a campsite, and the lady was not sure if the campground was open. Her husband said that they were open, and turned on the water for us.

Thursday morning we drove up to Wolf Creek Pass, and stopped in Pagosa Springs to visit our favorite bakery, and look for a bird book. The cinnamon roll was good, but no luck on a bird book. The sign on the Moonlight bookstore said that "Now that ski season is over, it is time to quit pretending that we are responsible buisness owners and go rafting". We continued south past Navaho Dam, and then on to Chaco. The dirt road into Chaco started out pretty good, but then the washboard hit, and shook our truck and camper pretty hard. We had to pick up stuff off the floor of the camper when we got to Chaco.

We filled up the camper with water, and then chose a campsite with a view up the canyon. Our friends arrived late in the afternoon. Bruce started to set up his telescope. When it got dark, Bruce showed us the stars and the moons of Saturn.