Sunday
Another leisurely leaving. A leisurely day. All of fifty miles. Now we're
at the Pagosa Riverside RV Park. Rather rustic, but right on the river.
It's funny. I was talking to a guy this morning at the RV park in Durango
we stayed at, who is driving a coach that cost four or five times what ours
did. Tonight, we're definitely the upscale rig in the park. There is an
upscale park down the road. Class A motorhomes only. They have to know
what you're driving before you get to know whether you can stay there or
not. We cruised it. It's all landscaped and cement. Very clean. We're
happy at the funky one down on the river.
We've seen a lot of birds here already. This is the best yellow warbler
place we've ever been. There is a bird here we don't recognize, either. I
think it's a warbler, but I can't get it to match any of the warblers that
are supposed to be here. I thought it might be a Verdin, but it's not the
right color and they don't live here anyway.
Solved a fragrance mystery. Off and on this whole trip, there has been an
unidentified aroma in the motorhome. Not all the time, but at least once a
day on most days. Tonight we figured out it coincided with the heater
coming on. That was scary. Something decomposing in a heater vent
somewhere? That could only get worse. But tonight it got really obvious,
so we went after it. Determined. Hand and knees. Sniffing. And then ....
There it was.... Pet food. Dry pet food. The pet dish had gotten pushed
right up against an inconspicuous heater vent under the refrigerator. It
was a really handy place for the pet food, but it was right in front of some
really hot air. Throw some pet kibble in the hot air popcorn popper and
you'll see what we were dealing with.
Passed the turn to Chama. Fifty miles away from here, in a different
direction from Durango, there is a town on the New Mexico border that has a
narrow gauge railway station, and steam locomotives, and train rides along
the border all the way to Antonito, Colorado. Maybe we'll get a chance to
go check them out before we leave here and go back up to Silverton.
Silverton. While we were there, Judy was in a shop visiting with the shop
owner, if you can imagine that. Turns out he's also the president of the
board of a small nonprofit theatre group right in Silverton that is unhappy
with their current auditor. We'll visit with them next week when we go back
up there.
