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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.
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.
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.
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