Flagstaff, Grand Canyon, and Mogollon Rim Adventure

Thursday evening, as soon as Gina got home, we packed the food and took off for the Grand Canyon. We made it as far as Flagstaff and decided to find a place to camp before dark. We found a nice place just west of Flagstaff called Woody Mountain Campground.



http://www.woodymountaincampground.com/

The office was closed, and the rules said we had to pay before entering the campground. Well, not one to buy a pig in a poke, I ignored that rule and we drove in and found a nice site. We parked and walked up and paid. $33.43 a night for 2 people. An odd amount, and cash only. They got $33.50, and we were gone before they opened in the morning, so they got to keep the change. I’m glad I brought my 30 amp to 20 amp adaptor! I needed it here.

We had breakfast (just fried up some sausage, eggs, and toast) and headed out to Grand Canyon Village, where we were led to believe there was a trailer park with space available. We got to Trailer Village, and there was a big sign that said “Campground Full.” Again, I ignored the sign and we drove in and found a nice empty site. Note to self, make reservations! I parked and asked the guy next to us when the previous occupants had left. He said “real early!” That guy had a very nice, new, Shasta. He said they began making them again about 6 years ago.



I walked down and talked to the lady in the office and told her where I was and that I wanted to stay 2 nights. She let us stay one night, and said she would look for an opening for the next night. $34 for that one night, with full hookups. We used the electric and the water.

We made our Montana Cowboy Stew that night, and it was awesome as usual! Topped it off with my first pineapple upside down cake (sans cherries. I don’t care much for maraschino cherries).






The Grand Canyon is truly amazing!


Not wanting to choke this story with pictures, please look at my Picasa album.

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That night, we had some thunderstorms and hard rain. About 1:00 in the morning, Gina said “uh oh”. I said “Water?” assuming my weather stripping was inadequate. Turns out, she had not put the lid on her water bottle, and had knocked it over during the night. Boy was I relieved! No leaks at all. One thing I noticed in the morning, when I raised my galley hatch, water came backward from the hatch to the better than hurricane hinge, and flowed easily under and around it. I hadn’t anticipated this direction of travel for water, and had not sealed it. I’ve got that to do!

Next morning, we found out we would not be able to stay another night, so we rode our bikes down to Mather Campground. The ranger said we could check back around 12:00, or we could drive to Desert View, on the East side of the park. It was a 1st come, 1st served campground. We decided to give it a try, and headed out toward the East entrance to the park. In the way, we hit a pretty significant hail storm!

The rain never stopped, so we made and ate bologna sandwiches in the truck, and decided rather than camp in the rain, to seek out drier areas to the south. We decided to go to Meteor Crater by way of Tuba City, and catch part of the Painted Desert.



Meteor crater was $15 each, and having just paid only $25 to see the entire Grand Canyon, I couldn’t bring myself to cough up the cash. I am unemployed, after all.

So we headed back towards Winslow, Arizona and broke south towards Payson. For kicks, I punched in Payson on the GPS even though I knew the way. The GPS had us take AZ 99 instead of AZ 87, which was peculiar. I had never taken 99 before, and decided to risk it, even though our paper map said we would have some gravel road ahead. Sure enough, we saw a sign in the middle of nowhere that read “End Arizona 99”. 50 or so miles out, we entered the Sitgreaves National Forest, and the speed limit dropped mysteriously down to 30 mph. I saw no traffic whatsoever, and thereby no law enforcement, so continued at approximately 45 for the next 20 or so miles. At that point, the pavement disappeared and we entered the gravel road. It was well maintained, so we continued on at a brisk 30mph for the next 20 or so miles.

We were looking for a place to camp, so we stopped at several rough campsites, but all were full. So much for spontaneity. Finally, we found the Mogollon campsite, and they had a site for us. $14.00 a night, but only one water source, 1 very smelly outhouse, and we actually had to camp on the street. No vehicles allowed off the road. Still, it was beautiful! We set up camp, cooked, ate, and went to bed. The next morning I cooked up a mini Mountain Man and some biscuits.



Then we took a walk, found a fire road, and went back and got the bikes. We rode quite a while, then found a single track! This was awesome! We rode for maybe 5 miles total, but want much more! We found the trail is called the General Crook Trail, and goes all the way to Camp Verde, 25 miles total!

As we were leaving camp, we discovered we were actually on the Mogollon Rim! I had heard of it, but didn’t actually know where it was. We found a place to park, and walked to the edge. Breathtaking!



When we got home, I noticed the smell of burning rubber. I quickly inspected the trailer, and the right tire was burned to almost no tread at all. This tire has less than 5,000 miles on it! Upon further inspection, it appears I have had a bearing failure. The next chance I have (Wednesday), I will pull it apart and see if I need a new bearing or a new axle. YUK!

Update. Bent axle!