Tucumcari and Route 66

 Perhaps this photo exemplifies the lure of Tucumcari, Route 66, and RV travel for me.  I want to be Betty Boop....tee hee!  And this little RV is about the size for me and the canines.  Speaking of canines, here they are in the Sun and Sand Restaurant  (https://www.facebook.com/SunSandRestaurant), just down Rte. 66 from Betty's abode.

One per carrying case, otherwise they fight, really, really fight.  I didn't try to conceal the cases as I entered the Sun and Sand, not that I could have, but neither staff nor customers cared that I was probably violating health codes....unlike another place east of the Mississippi which had evicted me because some customer had complained.  The staff was sympathetic; they'd rather have evicted the complainer and let me stay.   New Mexico seems to be a bit more mellow than Mississippi......just saying.

While I would occasionally catch a glimpse of Marty Milner and George Maharis driving insouciantly in their dashing Corvette, it was just out of the corner of my eye, and I never did catch up with them.  I did see a number of places they might have stayed, including

this wonderful, now delapidated, closed old motel. I'd much rather stay here than in a cookie cooker Days Inn or Ramada.  Of course, I do stay in KOAs..... 

And as with folks everywhere, Tucumcarians are not reluctant to provide evidence of their political proclivities.

Not mine of course, but clever nonetheless.  Now I'm off to Albuquerque!

More Helsinki

The whole of Finland is about the size of the legal population of St. Petersburg, Russia, about 5 million folks.  Helsinki has about 600,000 of those folks.  Finns are considered reticent, but everyone with whom I interacted was most gracious.  I always (well almost always) ask before taking a photo of a human being.

Ok, After just saying that I asked photo permission, I confess that I did not ask this woman.  She just looked so relaxed and immersed in her book, that I did not want to disturb her.  She, as with so many of her compatriots, was out enjoying the beautiful weather, the newly green grass, the smiling flowers.....It was quite pleasant, indeed.

I have no idea if this building is historical; I'm just partial to austerely lovely brick buildings.....

With golden turrets....

If you look at a map of Helsinki (to which I have very helpfully provided a link), you'll see that the city is surrounded by the waters of the Gulf of Finland.  And in what I consider an amazing stroke of luck, I was within walking distance of that lovely water.

Me attempting to be artsy, with the corner of the red brick building and the old-fashioned sailing vessel. 

So many wonderful old buildings that had been restored/repurposed.

On the terrace of the Uspenski Cathedral.  It was too beautiful a day to go inside, so I continued walking.

I love this juxtaposition of the old and new. The newer vessel goes to Tallinn, Estonia, a trip I would have liked to have taken. 

From the Cathedral down to an outdoor market, selling the most wonderfully-looking berries....and dried fish and four-legged critters.  I considered buying dried elk or moose or some such critter at the Duty-Free shop at the airport, but it was only legal to carry to EU countries; it was too expensive for me to be caught with, and I didn't want it badly enough to lie to Customs.  However, for vodka.....

What a nice day to be riding a bicycle.  And there are marked bicycle lanes, next to pedestrian paths.  So civilized!

About twice the size of Tobey, a rat terrier, I'm guessing.  And yes, this time I did ask permission.

Completely uninterested in anything but being outside.  Given the amount of snow, I'm relieved to be here at this lovely time of year....And I can understand why Fido is loving the grass!

Barnacle goose -- This population summers here and winters in Amsterdam.  It's so much easier since Finland went on the euro a decade ago.

I'm assuming these are lifeboats, as they are dotted around the edge of the water.

Young love...

Many play areas around the city...

I did not take binoculars, as I had some concern that they might land me accommodations next to Pussy Riot....  Therefore, my birdwatching was minimalist, but I couldn't resist this nest.

Permission asked, and she was delighted to let her dog be the star...

These smallish terriers seemed to be quite popular, although Helsinki folks have many, many dogs of all shapes and sizes.  And Helsinkians are good about picking up poop.

Vessel 1off to frolic in the bay...

Vessel 2 leaving for Stockholm...

Me enjoying Helsinki....

And the classical artsy photo of past and present....

Hueco Tanks...A Disappointment

On the recommendation of the wonderful NPS staff at Guadalupe Mountain and in hopes of seeing petroglyphs, I took a side trip to Hueco Tanks, just outside El Paso.  El Paso is about a gazillion miles long, with I-10 running down the middle, and ten miles wide, except in one area which is where I turned off for Hueco Tanks and that piece of El Paso was another half a gazillion miles.  El Paso is not pretty, folks.  And the signs for Hueco Tanks State Park and Historic Site...or the lack thereof...merit attention by the State of Texas, if and when it can get its feeble little mind off  sex.

A word about state parks out west:  Because the federal government first saw the value in the areas which became our magnificent national parks, such as Grand Canyon and Yellowstone, western states, which had gained statehood later than their eastern sisters, didn't have much to choose from for state parks.  Yet many western state parks are little gems.  Hueco Tanks could be a little gem but.....

Originally, this area had been privately owned, then county owned, before it was passed on to Texas Parks and Wildlife.  In his first incarnation, it had both historic and prehistoric significance.  Prehistorically, the area attracted Native Americans, later including Mescalero Apache who drew pictographs and petroglyphs.  The tanks, or rock basins, captured always-needed water.

Later, ranching arrived, as did the Butterfield Stage.

Today, this little 800 acre park draws about 100,000 visitors from all over the world:  not for the prehistory, the history, the wildlife or vegetation, but for the rocks.  Apparently, Hueco Tanks is one of the best in the world bouldering.

It gets so crowded that the number of vehicles through the gate must, at times, be limited.  When I arrived, it was swamped with climbers:  young, healthy, cheerful -- and interested only in bouldering.

Texas parks are starved for money, and Hueco Tanks is no exception.  The entrance is not designed to handle the traffic, and the building into which we all disgorge was built for a calmer, less visited time--about 40 years ago.

The staff was very, very nice, though clearly overworked with all the young climbers trying to get permits and directions.  Cheerful voices rang out as climbers greeted one another.  Vehicles piled up outside.

Paying my entry fee, I edged my way to my car, where a pleasant ranger reminded me that under Texas law, dogs could at no time, even in the cool temperature that day, be left in the car.  Nor could they be taken on any of the trails.  That meant no petroglyphs. I was disappointed, but understood.  Texas was more concerned about the health of  dogs than about the health of Texan women. 

I headed to the interpretive center, which is in the old ranch house.  I'd been told the canines would be allowed in, and they were.  However, I left them in the car long enough to dash up to the small center and ask about the bathroom.  Very rudely, an old man who'd forgotten to shave for a few days, snarled, "We don't have one.  Use the one at the entrance."  I knew he was lying.  I turned around, and darned if the door didn't slam behind me as I walked back to the car.  I did not return to the entrance but will say no more.  When I returned with the dogs, a woman volunteer apologized and said the one they had was out of order, but she was new and hadn't known.  The nasty old coot had left by then.

The volunteer was very nice.  Her primary job was to enforce the requirement that everyone who came into the park view  a video about the park.  All parks have a video; most are well done and informative.  This video was also well-done and informative ....  with a strong threatening undertone.  

The usage of Hueco Tanks as a climbing site is overwhelming the human, historic, and natural resources.  It isn't that the climbers are bad folks; they're exuberant and excited.  And they're there to climb, with the other resources as an aside.  The video wanted all visitors to enjoy the park, but to remember that it's a fragile place.  Once I'd viewed the video, my name was entered into the Book of Doom, and I was given a ticket that granted reprieve from viewing the video again for one year.

My guess is that snarly old coot, another volunteer,  had assumed I was a climber; I was rather scruffy looking, if a bit old to be crawling over the rocks unroped.  And he was just sick and tired of climbers ignoring the history and prehistory of his beloved area, and assuming they could go anywhere....  It's either that or he was just a snarly old coot.

I do have some photos....

Waco Tanks:  Hueco, pronounced Waco, means hollows.  Tanks, huecos, are natural rock basins that catch and hold water.

I am always intrigued by these historic ranch houses, which at one time were in the back of beyond.  My mother grew up in a farm house without running water or electricity, but she could walk to school and had friends on nearby farms.  These western farms and ranches were often fairly isolated.  It's hard for me to imagine what daily life was like.

Back in ranching days, the grass would not have been allowed to grow so tall, so close to the house.  Given the fire danger today, I'm surprised that it was so high when I was there.  What I like about the house is that it blends into the environment; it looks as if it belongs.  The rocks in the background are similar to those that attract boulderers.

The romance of the overland mail and passenger stage.  In this instance, it's a fraud, which I did not find out until after I'd taken these photos.  The stage/mail stop was not here; the stones were moved from another location but there is no indication of that on the sign.  This lack of historical honesty reflects Texas in general.  Try visiting the Alamo.

Another example of underfunding:  slopping cement on top of the wall to keep the wall from eroding.  Professional preservationists weep at the sight. 

Now, however, we have two very happy mammals.  Almost no park, federal or state, could function without volunteers, who serve as campground hosts and interpreters, among other necessary tasks.  This woman lives in her RV, going from park to park, spending two or three months at each park.  Living with her are three canines. Tobey can tell......

And so we left Hueco Tanks....and Texas...on a happy note.

Visitor to our Fripp Deck

This gentleman did not take kindly to being rousted from under the house by the noise I was making, and he took his time ambling on his way.  

  Abbey was mesmerized.