Four Corners Part Two - Spring Snow Turns To Dust
On Saturday May 22, 2021, it was time for me to start the long trek home to Simi Valley, California.  Since the beginning of the health crisis in 2020, this was the first day of full  operations on the  Durango & Silverton Narrow Gauge Railroad. By now, the 2018 coal-cinder  sparked “416  Fire” was a fading memory. Up the Animas River Canyon, crews had replaced a 2020 washout
 of the tracks north of Cascade Station. As I watched, the  venerable 
Engine 493 steamed on by. As with their other locomotives, the  railroad
 had used downtime during the health crisis to convert that locomotive  
from coal fire to fuel oil.
 
Watch the Action - The Durango & Silverton Narrow Gauge Railroad 2021
The little helper engine had already chugged up alone. The two locomotives would connect 26-miles up the tracks at Cascade Station. From there to Silverton, the helper engine would then lead the way, adding traction on the long, steep grades. This type of “double header” may have coincided with the baseball term. For me, it was exciting to see rolling history making its way past our newly installed webcam.
 Tearing
 myself away from the railroad activities, I connected my fifth wheel  
to my truck and proceeded forty miles south to Aztec, New Mexico. There,
 I had a  loose appointment with Anthony, a certified RV refrigerator 
technician at  Pop’s  Truck and RV Center.
 Since they close as early as Noon on Saturdays, I planned to get  there
 early. Once and for all, I hoped to have a live, qualified technician  
diagnose and fix my errant Dometic RV refrigerator. So far, my emergency
 repair  had held, but I was still nervous about a possible second 
failure. Since it was  Saturday, I had to pay time and one-half for the 
diagnosis and repair. About an  hour after arrival, I departed Pop’s, 
but still sporting the temporary jumper-wire on my  refrigerator. 
Anthony had diagnosed the blown thermo-fuse for me,  but he did not have
 a spare in stock. That bit of education cost me $212.50.
Tearing
 myself away from the railroad activities, I connected my fifth wheel  
to my truck and proceeded forty miles south to Aztec, New Mexico. There,
 I had a  loose appointment with Anthony, a certified RV refrigerator 
technician at  Pop’s  Truck and RV Center.
 Since they close as early as Noon on Saturdays, I planned to get  there
 early. Once and for all, I hoped to have a live, qualified technician  
diagnose and fix my errant Dometic RV refrigerator. So far, my emergency
 repair  had held, but I was still nervous about a possible second 
failure. Since it was  Saturday, I had to pay time and one-half for the 
diagnosis and repair. About an  hour after arrival, I departed Pop’s, 
but still sporting the temporary jumper-wire on my  refrigerator. 
Anthony had diagnosed the blown thermo-fuse for me,  but he did not have
 a spare in stock. That bit of education cost me $212.50. As I departed for Goulding’s
 RV Park in Monument Valley, I looked back  to the San Juan National 
Forest near Durango. The slopes glistened with snow  from the recent 
storm, making the scene look more like winter than late May.  When I 
reached Farmington, New Mexico, wind gusts and blowing sand buffeted my 
 rig. As I passed west of Shiprock, New Mexico, a sand and dust storm was  growing. Being unfamiliar with that particular route to  Kayenta, Arizona
 I had to trust my GPS to  guide me. Luckily, the delineated route was 
the correct one. With the  gathering storm, it became difficult to see 
any landmarks or even road signs.
As I departed for Goulding’s
 RV Park in Monument Valley, I looked back  to the San Juan National 
Forest near Durango. The slopes glistened with snow  from the recent 
storm, making the scene look more like winter than late May.  When I 
reached Farmington, New Mexico, wind gusts and blowing sand buffeted my 
 rig. As I passed west of Shiprock, New Mexico, a sand and dust storm was  growing. Being unfamiliar with that particular route to  Kayenta, Arizona
 I had to trust my GPS to  guide me. Luckily, the delineated route was 
the correct one. With the  gathering storm, it became difficult to see 
any landmarks or even road signs.The 165-mile trip from Aztec, New Mexico to Monument Valley, Arizona was difficult. Lofted by strong winds, the entire desert landscape appeared to be moving to a new location. Most of my four-hour trip consisted of driving on a
 highway obscured by blowing sand and dust. Of all my  Four Corners Region visits in the  past twenty years, I had never seen or felt a  dust storm
 of such size and  intensity. Somehow, I made it with only some paint 
chipped off the hood of my  truck. “Nothing that a little touch-up paint
 won’t fix”, I said to myself.  Setting up my campsite at Goulding’s 
involved ingesting a lot of blowing dust,  sand and dirt. By the time I 
finished and retreated inside, dust was in my eyes,  nose, mouth and 
even my ears. It took hours to wash the fine grit from my mouth.
highway obscured by blowing sand and dust. Of all my  Four Corners Region visits in the  past twenty years, I had never seen or felt a  dust storm
 of such size and  intensity. Somehow, I made it with only some paint 
chipped off the hood of my  truck. “Nothing that a little touch-up paint
 won’t fix”, I said to myself.  Setting up my campsite at Goulding’s 
involved ingesting a lot of blowing dust,  sand and dirt. By the time I 
finished and retreated inside, dust was in my eyes,  nose, mouth and 
even my ears. It took hours to wash the fine grit from my mouth.Looking down the canyon toward Monument Valley itself, I pitied the poor souls staying at the Monument Valley KOA Journey RV Park. All of Monument Valley became enveloped in a dust cloud that extended from ground level to atop the famed Mitten Buttes. The next day, the wind abated, and everything at
 Goulding’s
  looked normal again. The only evidence of the great dust storm was one
 worker  who was patiently using a blower to remove dust and dirt off 
the walkways and building entrances. For  campers arriving from the 
south, there was no sign of the intense storm I had  endured less than a
 day before.
Goulding’s
  looked normal again. The only evidence of the great dust storm was one
 worker  who was patiently using a blower to remove dust and dirt off 
the walkways and building entrances. For  campers arriving from the 
south, there was no sign of the intense storm I had  endured less than a
 day before.With a juxtaposition of such different realities in so short a time, I felt a kinship with the Spirit of the Ancients, who inhabit that sacred land.
This concludes Part Two of a Five-Part Article. To read Part Three, click HERE. To return to Part One, click HERE
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