Wednesday, February 24...Driving With The Brakes On (Del Amitri)

  The sun had already peeked over the mountains before I got up; however I was out walking by 7:25 so I’m pleased about that.  I am striving to get back into my habit of daily walking...gotta get those steps!

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   Exploring Lincoln National Forest had been on our to-do list and today seemed as good a day as any.  However, spending the day away from camp meant that we should really think about extending our stay through Thursday night.  We could play today and then spend tomorrow afternoon/evening getting packed up so we could pull out early Friday morning to get to Picacho.  It’s about 400 miles away, can’t check-in at the campground until after 1 p.m. and if we leave early enough it’s doable.  We won’t be there by one but we can always do late check-in if the office is closed.

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   So today was tagged as an adventuring day, Thursday packing day and Friday departure day.  Now that we had that all figured out we were ready to head out.  But first I consulted with Marshal about the best route because they had done the same thing about a month ago when they were in this area.   We were heading for Bluff Springs so he told us which route they took, some cool things along the way and what route NOT to take back. 

   Marshal had warned us about the road....paved for a good portion then it turned to dirt.  But packed dirt...very doable. And he was right it was very doable.  But what happened is that the annoying front end squeak/squeal that developed yesterday but also went away yesterday reappeared when we got on the dirt portion of the road.  When it happened yesterday Kim was fairly certain we had picked up a stone in the brakes and was hopeful that it would dislodge.  There was no squealing today so it seemed he was right.  Until we got onto the dirt portion of the road to Bluff Springs, which isn’t a town but more of a pretty waterfall nature spot way back in the forest.  Anyway, soon after the squeak reappeared so did a hot friction smell.  Either of those things happening is not good but there’s a lot more anxiety when you’re out in the middle of nowhere.  Kim stopped to feel the calipers and the right side was much hotter than it should be under normal conditions.  Not good! 

   When we hit pavement again the squeal disappeared but there was still an undesirable rubbing noise coming from the right front of the truck.  Soon that noise also disappeared and by the time we stopped at The Apple Barn for a bathroom break the caliper was no longer unusually hot.  Instant relief for both of us but we still had a problem to deal with.  So we stopped and Kim made some phone calls about repair costs, weighing that against buying the parts and doing it himself either tonight or waiting until Picacho.  Brakes shoes and rotors were available at one shop but if a caliper should be needed there were none in stock so Friday was a best bet scenario.  Agh! Why can’t this be easy? 

   It was a tough decision but Kim decided to call the shop and set up an appointment for Friday.  The shop suggested Thursday afternoon figuring that the caliper would be delivered in time in case it was needed.  And we should still be able to leave on Friday.  So yeah, today was an adventuring day but not the kind we were expecting.

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   Stopped at a scenic overlook on the Sunspot Highway...we were at about 8700 ft. elevation and could see White Sands National Park out in the distance.  Met a snowperson named Sunny at the overlook...we were on our way to Bluff Springs and she was trying to see why so many people were stopping there and looking over the fence.  She took me up on my offer to help her sit up on the railing so she could see.  And she was gracious enough to pose for a picture before she hopped off the railing to leave...I never thought to ask where she was going. I believe she said she was a cousin of Ivan the Snowman’s.  Goodness but he’s got a big family. 😎

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   As we climbed in elevation I saw the temperature drop from 65o to 48o which still felt too warm when driving into the sun. I was amazed at how much snow there was still on the ground....well, the roads were clear but the fields and mountainside still had a fair amount.  There was an icy waterfall at Bluff Springs feeding into the creek that had been running beside the road for about 4 miles.  I wonder if it flows all year or just during the snow melt.  Lots of animal tracks coming down to the creek also.  I noticed these things but, really, my concern about the truck took overshadowed my appreciation of the beauty of the area.

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   The petroglyph ridge is to the west of our campsite and I’ve climbed it many times.  I can see a big hill out our kitchen window that I haven’t climbed.  It’s got boulders at the top that I’ve never sat on.  It seemed like an important thing to do because I don’t know when I’ll be in the area again.  So, this afternoon I climbed that hill and I sat on those boulders.  Kim came with me despite his sore foot.  We had to pick a path through good sized rocks to get there; it’s a good thing we had our walking sticks. And OMGoodness! was it windy at the top.  I was seriously worried about being blown off balance as we picked our way back down through the rocks. Going down is always trickier than going up. But bonus! there were petroglyphs on some of the bigger rocks up top. Only a few but they were clear enough to let us know that the ancient people had also climbed that hill. 

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   At about 5:30 p.m., my step count was sitting at about 9500.  In an effort to get my steps in before dark I figured a quick walk around the campground was in order. The sun was close to sinking behind the San Andres Mountains when I headed out so I grabbed my camera thinking it would fun to view the sunset from the same spot among the petroglyphs as I had watched the sun rise yesterday.  The petroglyph area closes at 5 but there’s no gate preventing a visit to the rocks, just common sense about going up there in the dark.  I wasn’t going far along the path and would be back down before long before last light so I hustled along the path.  My wrist vibrated with the news that I reached 10,000 steps on my way there.    

   I’m always amazed at how rapidly the sun can disappear from sight, whether it’s at the horizon line at the beach or behind a mountain.  One instant there’s a fiery ball that’s hard to look and the next the ball is gone with just a reflective glow left behind.  That glow is actually the sweet thing about sunset because it spreads out and illuminates the landscape around it. From our vantage point out here it gives an eerie look to the mountains to the east.  The reverse happens during sunrise...first there’s a glow which highlights the western mountains and then boom! the sun is full on up and ready to do its thing.


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