Anyway, we headed east Thursday, not west, on US 50 out of Pueblo through farm land, pasture and the occasional feed lot. Not familiar with feed lots? That is where the cows are sent from farms and pastures to fatten them up for market. Thousands of head crammed in pens just being fed and fattened. Seeing the process always puts me off beef for awhile. Think about that expensive pasture fed beef you buy that was "finished"mI with corn, in many cases this is how that happens. Guess this is why most of those operations are out of sight on backroads. The visual does not conjure humane to me so no pics.
In Lamar we turned south and drove one of the most boring and desolate roads through SE CO to OK. Acres and acres of nothing, including the Comanche National Grasslands. We were such a benevolent nation to give them such a wonderfully verdant area of the country. Yes, I am being sarcastic, this land was exactly what you have seen in movies as Indian country, high plains and desert.
Of course we were driving uphill and against the wind so our mpg took a hit (OK, it has never been great but a head wind and big climb don't help.). Turning east at Boise City helped since just west of there is Oklahoma's highest point, Black Mesa at 4973', so east meant we were going downhill. We dropped 2000' as we drove towards Ft. Supply. And, based on the ever present wind and spinning dervishes encountered, we learned first hand how easy it would be for this whole area to become a giant dust bowl again without irrigation.
We pulled in to Supply Lake after a long driving day. Cat ran into Tempy, ate and passed out on the couch. The next day he spent the whole time inside, sacked out in the AC, never once even asking to come out. Guess 8 hrs is too much for him in the truck on bumpy (Did I say before OK has the worst roads?) roads and he needed recovery time. Those 8+ hours very nearly did both of us in too so I guess it was understandable, although Bruce would not let me sleep all the next day recovering. Seems a little unfair don't you think?
Setting up was a breeze, thank goodness. We have gotten pretty good with Tempy unless there is alot of time required jockeying to get level. Site this time only needed plywood on one side so we were finished in 15 min. That meant we could cook hotdogs, eat outside and still enjoy the sunset before hitting the hay. Yea!!
Yesterday was a late morning, a semi-OK Mexican food lunch, grocery shopping on a full stomach (thank goodness I had made a list) and then sitting in the breezy (right! in my view it was down right windy) late afternoon sun watching all the weekend campers show. I think I mentioned in my earlier Supply blog that this park caters to the oil field crowd. I have never been in any campground, let alone a COE campground, where the entrance gate hours are 1pm - 11pm, check-out is 4pm and check-in is 6pm. Talk about getting a late check-out time. And everyone here double tows, e.g. truck pulling camper pulling boat, motorhome pulling truck with 4Wheeler in back pulling a trailer with another 4Wheeler. Lots of boys with toys in this part of country. Quite an entertaining process watching them get all those toys set up. And... are you ready...we even braved the breeze (wind) and grilled steak, vegetables, potatoes in foil and garlic bread. Took both of us to keep things from blowing away, off the grill and the table, but we managed. Best meal we have had outside in awhile. Yeah, I know you are thinking it's probably the only one too, but it still counts.
Today we actually got to visit the historic Ft. Supply since it is only open Th - Sat. We were the only ones there for 2 hours. We were initially followed in by the DOC van (Remember I had previously mentioned there was a prison on part of the grounds as well as a mental hospital? I am thinking they don't trust visitors.) Guess we were lucky the historical society man came out when we pulled up and parked or who knows, we might have been searched for drugs or contraband. Anyway, we had a wonderful history lesson, learned about the supplies here, the troops stationed, visited the one real building that has been saved with original furniture, visited the stockade that had been reconstructed using the original plans with wood from same location as original and more. The docent, if you could call him that, was a retired correctional officer from that prison facility as well as a history professor at the local college and the president of the historical society here so we really enjoyed his stories. All in all a good morning.
Now I am getting ready to go back outside and doze in the sun, cooled by that ever present breeze (wind I tell you, wind!) Later...