A glimpse out of our windshield in the early morning reveals another surprising desert experience. An additional day in the southwest with a misty rain. Not a whole lot, but enough to mess things up. We're ready to give up this free spot and go in search of another. I've been checking the forecast and it's rain no matter where we go because of hurricane Rosa. Our plan is to head to southwest Colorado before it gets too cold so that we can experience Mesa Verde National Park. That being said we still need to take care of the normal things in the RV lifestyle. One gas station gets visited for gas, water, and sewage dump. The other across the street provides us with propane to fill our minuscule 24 gallon (100 pound) tank. It's enough to last us about 5 weeks at our current rate of consumption. That includes cooking, water heater, fridge (yes fridge), and a little bit of furnace when the temp drops below 50 degrees inside. All that luxury rings up to about $38.
With Penny filled up we hit he road at full steam. The elevation here never ends. It's a tough task for a gas motorhome to pull steep grades at high elevation. On the horizon is a coal plant that gets it's fuel from 80 miles away. The whole reason for it's location is Lake Powell. Water from the reservoir provides ample cooling for the electricity process. It's an ugly scar on an otherwise beautiful landscape, but that's the price we pay in order to turn on our lights at home.
Moving closer to our target I decide to take a shortcut to our next parking spot. Bad move on my part. The road turns to gravel and we are forced to turn around in a neighborhood that isn't made for outsiders. We are still on the reservation and this town is made for locals only. It's very pre-planned and dowright sketchy. The yards are terrible, the windows are boarded up, and a sign upon entrance stated some grim reality: "The reservation police has the right to search any vehicle at any time". No thank you.
With our turnaround complete we finally get back on the road towards our destination. A glimpse of the NPS website shows us that a free campground lies at the base of Navajo National Monument. On our left lies the road to the campsite at 7,200. But there's a catch...
Well crap on a stick. We are 31' 9" long without the motorcycle on the back of the big girl. It's a 9 mile drive one way so we need to make a choice on the gamble. Katie looks at me and says "what are they going to do, bring a tape measure?" Sounds good to me. Let's see if we can find a spot.
We score a spot that we can fit in and head out on the trail. Out in the wilderness of the national monument is a few highlights that we can see. These are the first villages we see of the ancestral puebloan people.
Eli still needs to get walked regardless of the persitant drizzle. A little cold wet weather isn't enough to keep us inside all day. After all, life could be worse.