Two rather interesting hills
Jul
01
2015
There comes a time in every traveller’s life when they feel the need to camp at the foot of an active volcano. Right? Well, we did anyway.
There comes a time in every traveller’s life when they feel the need to camp at the foot of an active volcano. Right? Well, we did anyway.
After our time in Durango, we were craving a little outdoor time, some peace and quiet to enjoy the clear skies and solitude. Luckily, in Mexico, you are never far from a national park of some sort. The Sierra De Órganos National Park was a short drive south of Durango in the state of Zacatecas.
After a week relaxing on the beach south of Rosarito, recovering from zipping all over the USA like mad people, it was time to get moving again. We just didn’t move very far.
When people enquire as to what we are doing as we aimlessly drive around the Americas we tend to respond with: ‘We’re driving from Alaska to Argentina’. Those in the know often respond with ‘Oh, so you are driving the PanAmerican Highway then?” To which we typically respond with a shifty sideways glance and say “more or less”. This shifty sideways glance is because either of these descriptions of our trip imply that we are travelling in a generally southerly direction. The second specifically implies we are actually following some sort of planned route. Most of the time, neither of […]
Sure, we only had a few days left on our US Visa, but it would have been poor form to leave without visiting Yellowstone National Park. So we took another detour.
Our initial plan to take a detour south through Escalante—Grand Staircase National Monument was foiled—by torrential rain washing out Cottonwood Road. We formulated ‘Plan B’ when a couple we spoke to in Kodachrome Basin State Park motivated us to pay a visit to Capitol Reef National Monument. A quick look at a map showed an enticing looking road heading south through there, so we decided that would be the best route to take.
After spending some time driving aimlessly around Utah, we reached the conclusion that it is quite possibly another planet.
All trips have their low points. This journey is no exception. Fortunately this particular low point is measured in altitude, not in how many hours we spent plotting to poison each other.