Thursday, May 23, 2024

2024 82nd Birthday Celebration

PREPARATION
For months, Jessica, Lucy, Laura and I had been planning another celebration of Mother’s Day and all of our birthdays, especially my 82nd birthday which is May 21st. Eventually we mutually decided on Fruita, Colorado, as our destination. Here Lucy, Laura, and I could fish and explore and Jessica could ride her mountain bike on the many high desert trails in the area. We could all drive through the Colorado National Monument, and we planned a Colorado River float and a birthday dinner at famous Hot Tomato Cafe in Fruita.

Mountain biker Jessica—who knew the area well and is a veteran camp cook/organizer—planned and packed for the trip. She reserved two nights at Highline Lake State Park’s campground and two nights in Fruita at an Airbnb. Lucy reserved our 3-hour river rafting adventure with Fruita’s Rimrock Adventures company. 



TUE, MAY 14

Jess got a friend to look after Sherman cat. She picked me up about 1:00pm on Tuesday, May 14th, we stuffed my stuff into her already stuffed car, said goodbye to Jeff, Baxter, and Bear, and drove to Highline State Park Campground outside of Fruita, CO, (about a 4.5 hour trip). Here we met Lucy and Laura who had boarded Ramble dog, found a friend to look after Tiger cat, and had driven to the campground from Lafayette, CO (about a 4-hour trip).

L & L got to the campground before us and had set up a canopy and their tent. Good thing. As we neared Fruita, Jess and I could see storm-filled horizons and lightning across this vast high-desert area. I texted Lucy and asked if it was raining there. Her reply: “Lightly, but we are set up and under our canopy.”

When Jess and I got to the campground it was still raining lightly and the ground and grass were wet. In this high, shade-less, high desert, this campground is a wonderful oasis. It is grassy and shaded by enormous cottonwoods and other trees, the campsites are large and well separated, and water and bathrooms unobtrusively nearby. Jess, cyclist that she is, was very familiar with this campground and many of the trails near it. 

Highline Lake State Park headquarters bldg.

Campground map . . . unfortunately you cannot read it.

The lovely, grassy, shaded campground

Shaded by enormous cottonwoods

Surrounded by high desert 






Despite the rain, which was come and go at this point, we unpacked the stuffed car. Jess, Lucy and Laura set up the camp kitchen, we opened the camp chairs and sat under the canopy to eat dinner, which Lucy made: chicken and bean tacos with mango salsa, avocado and fixings.

Laura and Lucy in their baseball caps and me in my mushroom coloring book

Staying warm and dry under the canopy

Laura, Jessica, Lucy at campsite
After we’d eaten, Lucy helped me set up my little cabin tent and camp cot. We put the mover’s quilt on the tent floor because Jess was using the sand cloth in her tent. (I usually fold the mover’s quilt onto the middle of the cot to protect me from its wood rails.) Then I piled the sleeping bags (two old thin ones and my mummy bag) on the cot, fluffed up my pillow, hung the lantern, placed my camp chair in the corner and set up my small camp toilet, which is very handy for me at night . . . essential, really. 

Our tents: Lucy & Laura's with orange bottom in foreground, my little cabin tent left, and Jessica's tent in back

We exchanged gifts as this was, after all, a birthday outing. Lucy gave me
a bag of fur strips to use on my toy soldiers and 
Buzz, a book about bees by Thor Hansen; Jess gave me lanyards for my eyeglasses and sunglasses (good thing because I was always looking for them, even when on my head!); and Laura gave me a mushroom coloring book. She and I like using colored pencils to color these pictures. I gave each of the girls a little bag containing a hair ornament or jewelry findings (Lucy) and gave each a small, colorful, cloth-covered box for pills, or pins, or what-have-you. Of course, the whole outing was primarily a gift to me. I contributed only our lunches, a tank of gas, and the fee for our rafting trip.

After dinner we took a walk to scout out the area and see what was left of the lake,

which was being drained because it had been invaded by zebra mussels. It was already thirty feet lower than usual, creating landlocked docks and boat houses.
    Internet: "Zebra mussels outcompete native species for food and space, and because of their fast reproduction can quickly overwhelm a water system. The feeding habits of zebra mussels can also have a drastic impact on an infested lake. Zebra mussels are filter feeders that siphon particles of plankton from the water."

I think only of the Great Lakes when I hear about zebra mussels, but learned that “boaters can unknowingly transport zebra mussels from lake to lake because the larvae are microscopic and easily transported in live wells or bilges without being seen.”

There was no swimming or fishing in what was left of the lake, which was disappointing, but when the next day Lucy and I spoke to the campground people they showed us nearby Mack Mesa Lake for fishing.


Photos of low water level of Highline Lake; note the snow-capped mountains in the distance














After dinner that first night, it stopped raining. We cleaned up the dinner dishes and after Jessica set up her tent, we explored the campground and area. The rain had moved west. We stood on a trail on the east side of the lake and watched a fabulous light show. Across the lake, the sun was slipping behind distant mesas, buttes and cliffs. Thunder roared and bolts of lightning gashed the sky. I counted fifteen seconds between the lightning flash and thunder clap and divided by five to learn that the storm was about three miles from us. Laura took the photos below of this light show.





Lucy and Laura before the light show





























When we got back to the campground and our tents, it was near dark and raining lightly. As I approached my tent, I tripped over a tent tiedown and fell flat on my face. It was so quick that I did not even have time to put my hands down so did a very painful faceplant. I was sure that I had broken my nose, and was relieved to learn that I had not. My three nurses were very solicitous, Jess even looking up signs of a broken nose on her phone and running me through them. My nose was gashed a little at its bridge and quite swollen. I got a half black eye on the left side and had some chin, cheek, and forehead scrapes, but was otherwise okay. Whew! If the rain had not softened up the ground or if there had been any stones, sticks, or camp equipment in the way, my fall could have brought our celebration (and me) to a halt.

Two days later
That night we all were kept awake by the sounds of overflow water entering a pipe outlet and the sucking sounds of the pump that was pulling water from the lake. I spent a miserable, sleepless night: I thought the noise of the water entering the pipe outlet was rain hitting the roof of my tent. It was cold (about 41°F), my slippery sleeping bag bedding and pillow kept sliding off the cot, I had to get up and use the portable tent toilet several times, the wooden sides of my cot kept digging into me. I muttered to myself: “Most miserable  camping trip I’ve ever been on . . .” 

MAY 15

BUT . . . with dawn came a beautiful sunny day with temps rising into the 80s! We enjoyed a Lucy-prepared breakfast of coffee and egg & turkey sandwiches on English muffins with cherries and pineapple. After breakfast we cleaned up our camp dishes and site, and Lucy and I walked to the campground headquarters and bought fishing licenses and parking permits. I also bought a little gray squirrel stuffed toy to give with my The Tale of Ridley’s Tail book. Lucy bought me a pair of honeybee earrings (I used to be a beekeeper, had been on a wild bee Earthwatch research expedition in So. Utah, and Lucy and I were scheduled for another Earthwatch Expedition researching pollinators in Costa Rica before my health caused me to cancel.) The women at the Center were s-l-o-w. We probably spent 45 minutes getting our permits.

When we got back to the campsite, Jess took off on a mountain bike ride and we three explored the nearby wetlands below the lake dam, seeing cliff and barn swallows and a hawk high in the sky being heckled by several vultures. Lucy and Laura looked for morel mushrooms to no avail. We walked along the fast-flowing spillway, saw lots of beaver-downed trees, came across two dried up ponds ringed with small shells, crossed a
second empty spillway on a small wooden bridge, and then hiked back to the campsite along the top of the dam.

When Jess got back from her ride, we lunched on a raw veggie platter: carrots, yellow and red peppers, radishes, broccoli florets, cherry tomatoes, lactose-free dips, Triscuits and sharp cheese or peanut butter, cinnamon buñuelos or sweet olive oil tortas, Gatorade, coffee or water. I supplied this daily lunch but the “Triscuits” were inedible. I had purchased the crackers at Whole Foods and while they looked like Triscuits (which Whole Foods does not carry) they were inedible. They were as hard as rocks. One could not even break them. We pitched them out.

After lunch, Lucy, Laura, and I rigged up our fishing poles and drove to Mack Mesa Lake—about 4.5 miles away—to fish. One could not fish in Highline Lake as it was being drained and treated for zebra mussels. Jess was going to ride more trails and then ride over to the lake to see if we’d had any luck. 

Mack Mesa across Mack Mesa Lake; almost looks like her sand slides created an angel but her "skirt" is really a little mountain of dirt in the foreground



A little research prior to the trip told me that Mack Mesa Lake held crappie, bluegills, and catfish, but the most often caught fish were trout and large-mouth bass. I already had trout fishing lures and flies so I had bought some bass fishing lures at a place called Fish Tech run by my former Silver Sneakers gym teacher and her husband. One brown feathery lure was supposed to be a crawfish lure and the other I bought on a whim because I loved it’s big green eyes. 

Lucy tied on the crawfish lure and I tied on green eyes. On my first cast, I hauled in a 17” large-mouth bass! I gave Laura my pole and she went to a different spot to throw in her line. She returned having caught another large-mouth bass . . . on her first cast! Green eyes was golden!


We remembered this time to take photos.
Elias with his big catch
My bass was caught on its lower jaw. I was so anxious to get it back into the water before it died that I did not hold it up well. Laura posed like a pro with her fish. Later she sent me a photo of her sister Emily’s son, Elias, holding up a 7-lb fish that he had caught in Oklahoma. If Elias’s fish was 7 pounds, we guessed that mine was about 4 or 5 pounds. 

Jess had ridden the 5-mile trail to the lake and joined in the fun. Then she started back to the campsite and we three moved to another spot on the lake so that Lucy could try her luck one last time. Lucy, the best fisherwoman among us, tried green eyes but he seemed to be taking a nap, so she ended up empty handed. Maybe the bass were also napping by that time.

Lucy trying green eyes at
another spot

When we got back to the campsite, I washed up at the washhouse. On returning to our site, I passed a large group of lilac bushes. As I leaned in to take a
sweet sniff, I came face to face with a hummingbird moth. The bush was
filled with them, perhaps a dozen 
or so and also abuzz with honeybees, bumblebees, tiger swallowtail 
butterflies, and monarch butterflies

Internet: Hummingbird moths are some-times called "tomato" hornworms, and are the adult stage of hornworms. They are 
often mistaken for hummingbirds because they have a similar appearance in flight
and feed on nectar from flowers with deep lobes. The white-lined sphinx is the most common hummingbird moth in Colorado,
and is usually most active at dusk and in
the late afternoon. 

On our final evening at the campsite, several school buses filled with fifth-grade children came to the park for an overnight adventure. I met some of these children in the washroom and told them of the hummingbird moths. The next morning I also showed a Hispanic father and his children in a nearby campsite this wonderful bush with its moths, butterflies, and bees.



White-lined sphinx moth from the Internet so that you can see her better

White-lined sphinx moth caterpillar

That afternoon we also walked to some nearby trees in which Laura had spotted a hummingbird on her nest. I took the photo below of the nest but though I looked and looked, I never spotted the hummingbird. The day before, both Lucy and Laura had spotted a hummingbird on her nest high above our picnic table. 

All of the hummingbirds that we have seen have been black-chinned hummingbirds, the same species that come to our Sandy, Utah, hummingbird feeders.

That evening it was Jessica’s turn to make dinner—Lucy and Jess had volunteered to cook breakfasts and dinners. Jess cooked up delicious cheeseburgers served with pickles, corn on the cob, and broccoli salad. She is fully prepared for campsite cooking as she is on the staff of Escape Adventures bicycle tours where she cooks meals for the riders. Thus, she has a complete camp kitchen, handwashing station, dishwashing supplies etc. etc.

Lucy and Jessica monitoring the roasting corn
P.S. When sitting around the fire and roasting the corn, we worried about the smoke that was rising to the hummingbird nest, but the next day our bird seemed fine.

Laura and I are looking at the hummingbird nest above our site in the tree canopy

After dinner we blew up a spare Therm-a-Rest and placed it on my cot to help flatten the sleeping surface. Then we took up the mover’s quilt from the tent floor and folded it atop the Therm-a-Rest and placed my mummy atop it. Then I placed one old sleeping bag inside another, and slept warmly and comfortably. The Old Lady and the Pea, no?

MAY 16, 2024

The next morning Lucy-cooked breakfast of scrambled and morel mushrooms. She and Laura are avid mushroom hunters . . . particularly hunters

Morel Mushrooms
for morel mushrooms. Shortly before the camping celebration they had found over seventy of these delectable mushrooms at a place in Colorado that will remain a secret.

After breakfast and a walk around the camp-grounds, we packed up our tents and camping gear, drove to our airbnb in Fruita, left Laura's car there, and then Jessica drove us through Colorado National Monument on Rim Rock Drive, a 23-mile, two-lane road that winds up switchbacks onto mesa tops and along canyon walls before descending to the valley. 

The drive was awe-inspiring but scared height-wienie me and I shrieked in terror a couple of times. The high road is carved out of the cliffs and is often right at cliff’s edge. However, we stopped at several lookout places and marveled at what wind and rain . . . and humans had created.

The photo does not tell how tall and far away this spire is. People climb it and there were climbers at and near its top; makes me dizzy just looking at it

Laura's photo of the Walker women


Note the bike trails at the bottom of the canyon

Such interesting formations shaped by wind, water and time

Midway through the ride, Laura spotted some mountain sheep high up on
 a ledge. Jess found a place to pull over and we took some pix, but the sheep were pretty far away and my cell camera did not capture them well. 

Find the sheep


After the CO Monument drive,
we continued to Fruita
and our very nice Airbnb. It was immaculate and contained two bedrooms, a large living room kitchen and dining area, a back room with washer/dryer, a screened outdoor eating area, and a shed for bicycle storage etc. The photos here 
are from the Internet as I neglected to take any. 



The screened outdoor eating area and behind it a shed for bicycle storage. There was also a firepit before the outdoor eating pavilion and several outdoor chairs.

Interior of the outdoor eating area. We never ate in it.
We were too comfy indoors.

The little kitchen, banquette, and dining table in the Airbnb.

Very comfy l.r. couch that could easily have slept two more people. There was even a soft, warm blanket under the coffee table. Jess could have slept on the couch, but preferred her little cot.


After getting settled and a lunch of veggies, dip and cooler leftovers, we walked about this interesting town that is the epicenter of mountain bicycling, trail riding/hiking, and river rafting.

Internet: Fruita, at 4508’ elevation, is located 18 miles east of the Utah border near the 39° parallel. Fruita started out as a fruit-producing region. Today, the orchards are preserved and protected as part of the Fruita Rural Historic District listed on the National Register of Historic Places. The orchards contain approximately 3,000 trees, including cherry, apricot, peach, nectarine, pear, apple, plum, mulberry, quince, almond, pecan, and walnut.
     Today Fruita is well known for its outdoor sports such as mountain biking, hiking, disc golfing and rafting, its proximity to the Colorado National Monument, and its annual festivals, such as Mike the Headless Chicken. 
     Some of Colorado’s most significant paleontological discoveries have occurred near Fruita. Dinosaur fans big and small can delve into the history at the Dinosaur Journey Museum, a small but fascinating collection of paleontological goodies west of downtown.

Mike the Headless Chicken

That evening we went to (another) birthday dinner at the famous Hot Tomato Café a lively, funky pizzeria with a bike-themed backdrop. It is famous for very large, elaborate thin-crust pies & microbrews. The café is also famous for the video short: The Life of Pie.

Hot Tomato Cafe sculpture

Hot Tomato Cafe



We ate outdoors in a back courtyard. The place was crowded and jumpin’. We spotted one child and one adult with tall Mohawk hair styles. Servers called out parties and slung pizzas on double racks in the center of each table. I am lactose intolerant, so ordered a pesto pizza with sliced tomatoes, mushrooms, olives, and a sprinkle of parmesan. Jess, Lucy, and Laura ordered a more traditional pizza and brewskis. Despite the size of the pizzas, we four returned to the Airbnb with only a couple of uneaten slices . . . which we had for breakfast the following morning.

After our pizza birthday dinner celebration we walked about the town visiting its many cycling and dinosaur statues




This cyclist, hiker, and kayaker at the circle intersection on entering Fruita



Lucy and Laura with their favorite cyclist





This guy is on a circle in the center of Fruita

A kiss for this mountain sheep statue



That evening we each took luxurious showers in the glass shower stall in the bathroom and then fell into comfy beds. Lucy and Laura in one bedroom, me in the other with Jess opting to sleep in the living room on her little camp cot--much lower to the ground and more comfy than my cot, though I would have had trouble getting down to and getting up from it.

THURSDAY APRIL 16

The next morning, after our breakfast of cooked eggs and leftovers, we prepared ourselves for our 3-hour raft float on the Colorado River. I wore a bathing suit, shorts, sun shirt and hat. Lucy, Laura, and Jess were similarly attired so that they could swim and get wet. We also rearranged things so that we could all go in one car.

The company’s headquarters was close by above the Colorado River. We arrived, signed all the waivers and I paid for the float ($269 with just the four of us). I thought this only fair as the girls had paid for gas and all other expenses. Then our river guides--Preston and Grant--picked us up in a big 4x4 pulling a blue raft on a trailer. The put-in was not at headquarters but a few miles down the river. So we hopped into the 4x4--"hopped" a euphemism for my climbing aboard.

When we got to the put-in, the guys ran the safety rules past us, provided each of us with a life jacket, and demonstrated how to get into the raft, which had no seats. Once in, Jess and I sat on the tube walls on one side and Lucy and Laura sat on tube walls on the other. Grant, a little guy with huge upper arm muscles, was training Preston. The two would switch off rowing and Grant gave Preston advice on how to run ripples and where to  place the raft in the river, etc. The river was high and fast-flowing with several islands, but it was a placid sightseeing float with no real rapids. 

Grant, sitting on the side, and Preston rowing.

We had barely left the shore when Lucy spotted a red fox on the far bank. It seemed unperturbed by us as it trotted along the edge of the river. It must
have been used to rafts floating past. We floated along, pointing out birds, interesting cliffs and caves, and scanning the river’s edges for wildlife.
 









Near the end of the float, the men pulled the raft up onto an island, 

really a rocky sandbar, and we got out stretched our legs and decided not to swim. We did pick up many colorful, patterned, and beautifully river-rounded stones however, some of which I lugged home (left).  

It was a fun float but we all decided that the next time we would opt for a shorter one. With no rapids or surprises, it was really a placid ride, punctuated only by our conversations with each other and glimpses of kingfishers, swallows, egrets, herons, black-billed magpies, and other birds at the shoreline and in the trees and sky. 

Internet photo but it could have been one of ours
At the takeout, the raft was hoisted onto its trailer, we gathered our stones, and hopped into the truck for the ride back to headquarters. There we tipped Preston and Grant $30 each and headed back to our Airbnb where we threw a load of clothes into the washing machine and tried to decide where and what to eat that evening. 

I trumped all by announcing that since I was the oldest on this birthday celebratory adventure, I wanted to eat Indian. We had passed Karma Kitchen, an interesting Indian restaurant that we had spotted on the way back to the Airbnb from our river run. Jessica pulled up Karma's menu and everyone ordered their favorite Indian dishes. Lucy and I walked to the restaurant a bit later and picked up our takeout. We were seated at an empty table near the kitchen to await our takeout when the waiter came over with the check but no takeout. Not wanting to pay for something that I did not have, I said, “But where is the food?” He and Lucy thought this hilarious. When the guy did arrive with the bag of takeout food, he said with a laugh, “Now here is the food!” 



Karma's beverage selection
That evening we watched a Queer Eye episode (Jessica's hilarious recom-
mendation) and then watched The King’s Speech on the big screen TV in the living room before organizing our things and packing the cars for our trips home to Lafayette, CO (Lucy and Laura) and Sandy and Mill Creek, UT (Susan and Jessica).

FRIDAY MAY 17

On the road to Salt Lake City, Utah
The drive to and from Fruita was very scenic: vast stretches of sculpted high desert, sheer mountains and roadside cliffs, snow-capped mountains as those I captured in the photo above.  Several of the highways were 80 mph also. Because of the high-speed highways, the scenery and Jessica's excellent driving, the trip didn't seem to take long. We arrived in Sandy to be greeted by Jeff, Baxter and Bear at about 1:00 PM.

Of course our Colorado birthday celebration was early because when I got home my actual birth date was still three days off. I worked intermittently on this blog, organized and downloaded my trip photos, and Jeff and I fell back into our routines--watching Yankees baseball games, tending to the garden, feeding and playing with the cats, etc. 

On my actual birthday--May 21--I received birthday greetings from my siblings and friends and my dentist, doctor, and automobile dealership. Jeff also surprised me with a delicious birthday cake with raspberry filling, a pair of sterling silver bee earrings, and an small Audubon bird jigsaw puzzle.

One evening after getting home as I was watering the tomatoes, I accidentally doused a white-lined sphinx moth (hummingbird moth). They are so interesting and cute, but I know that they lay their eggs on tomato plants and their hornworm larvae get big and voracious. I did not have the heart to kill her though, so shall inspect the tomatoes for eggs and destroy any and also any tomato hornworms that get past me. Check out this site for information on the various species of hummingbird moths and their larvae.

P.S. Jeff and I have also planted two lilac bushes. I hope that these bushes attract pollinators like the ones at the Highline Lake Campground did.

P.P.S. Competed puzzle. It looks large but is 7" x 9" 100 pieces.











SEEN ON THE CELEBRATION

Animals

Antelope

Desert Bighorn Sheep

Red Fox

Mule Deer

Gray Squirrel

Birds

Black-billed Magpies

Mountain Bluebirds

Robins

Black-chinned Hummingbirds

Cliff Swallows

Barn Swallows

Great Blue Herons

Egrets (on the Colorado River)

Ravens

Crows

Vultures

Hawk (sp)

Mallards

Lesser Yellowlegs

American Coots

Gambel’s Quail (heard)

Insects

Bumblebees

Honeybees

White-lined Sphinx Hummingbird moths

Monarch Butterflies

Western Tiger Swallowtail Butterflies


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