Even though we had reserved our Bandelier campsites for a couple of more days, we decided to journey north to the Great Sand Dunes of Colorado, since we were not satisfied with the photographic opportunities in Bandelier at this time.
The campground in the Great Sand Dunes National Park is not open in the winter, but there is a decommissioned Colorado State Park about 20-30 minutes west of the Great Sand Dunes. At the time we were here, this decommissioned park was managed by Colorado’s Game and Fishing agency. To stay in the park, one had to have a Colorado fishing license. So we each purchased a two day fishing license at a local convenience store, which allowed us to stay two nights. Other than the cost of the license, which for an out of stater was still less than the typical fee to enter and stay at a Colorado State Park, there was no other fee to stay in this facility and there were still electric hook ups. Having external electric power was great, since the night time temperatures were in the teens (degF).
The requirement to have a fishing license to stay in these wildlife and fishing areas were already set to change in May. Now one can purchase an inexpensive yearly pass that will allow one to stay in such places.
Our first outing, the afternoon of our arrival, in this area was to Zapata Falls, which is a few miles outside the National Park. We had visited these falls last summer, but it was crowded and many visitors were not wearing masks in close proximity to each other in the confined area near the falls. So we were not able to get close to the falls, which are not visible from a distance.
During the winter, there are still visitors, but many fewer. The drive from the paved road is rocky and rough and there was construction work along this route, when we were there.
At the end of the access road, one has to hike about 3/4 mile to the falls. The trail is wide and rocky and slightly uphill most of the way. It is much more pleasant hiking this trail in cold weather than in the heat of summer. There were patches of icy snow pack on the trail, so it was occasionally slippery, requiring prudent care while walking.
The falls are contained in a narrow canyon and one has to walk in the stream to view the falls. The stream is usually shallow, so even in the summer it is not to difficult to walk, but the rocks can be slippery.
In the winter the stream and fall freeze over on the surface, requiring one to walk on very slippery ice. As it turns out I had ice cleats for my hiking shoes, that I had purchased a couple of years ago for a winter visit to Bandelier National Monument, where I was expecting icy trails; but there was no ice there and I had never used the cleats. Today I got to use them and they really made it much easier to walk on the ice. While others were slipping and sliding on the ice, we were nonchalantly walking around on the ice. My son, being from snowy and icy Colorado, had ice cleats, too.
Setting up.
One can see how narrow the canyon is in the photo above. The main portion of the falls are actually around the bend. In the summer one might get a little closer to the falls, getting wet with the spray. With the ice cover on the stream, it was not possible to safely get much closer and still be able to stand on the ice with a tripod and camera.
Getting the shot. Frozen Zapata Falls and Stream.A downstream view from Zapata Falls.
A view downstream from near the falls, shows an exaggerated narrowness of the canyon from my point of view. There were thinner icy covered areas of the stream, requiring care in where one stepped. Wet feet here would be uncomfortably cold.
From the visitor center area there is a trail to a waterfall. The trail is supposed to go to two waterfalls an upper and a lower on the Frijoles River; but the trail to the lower falls was not open, presumably due to damage to the trail and safety concerns.
The trail is not a long one, but it has some steep portions. Still it was not overly difficult. Initially the trail follows beside and crosses the river at one or two places, then climbs out of the river valley, going up the valley wall.
As one nears the waterfall, a deep canyon comes into view. Geologists will find the canyon wall interesting as many layers of rock and geologic features are exposed.
Frijoles River Canyon, Bandelier National Monument, March 2021
The Frijoles River dumps into the Rio Grande at the end of this canyon.
There is a view point for the falls, after one hikes past the falls and looks back upstream. The trail here is far above the river and there is not a way to get close to the upper falls.
Upper Frijoles Falls, Bandelier National Monument, March 2020
A big lens is required for getting a close up of the falls. We planned to come back here again, but we never got back. So these images are all I have.
Upper Frijoles Falls, Bandelier National Monument, March 2020
This wraps up this visit to Bandelier National Monument.
Next up: Zapata Falls and The Great Sand Dunes in Colorado.
This is a continuation of a previous post with photographs from the ancient Native American site, Tsankawi, a part of the Bandelier National Monument, New Mexico.
Tsankawi, Bandelier NM, March 2021. Tsankawi Trail Fragment.
Up above the main continuous trail through Tsankawi, I spotted a portion of a trail that was obviously out of place. This part apparently broke away from its original location and lodged here many years ago.
Tsankawi, Bandelier NM, March 2021. Contemplation 2.
The depth of this portion of the trail is impressive. The pathways are narrow, which suggests that the people that made these were not large people.
Tsankawi, Bandelier NM, March 2021. Deep, Narrow and Steep.
It took a little effort to navigate some portions of these ancient paths, especially when carrying a daypack and DSLR.
Tsankawi, Bandelier NM, March 2021. Curves and Dead End.
Interestingly, this portion of the trail had dual pathways, but one was a dead end. Was this two lane path created by having one foot on one side and the other foot on the other side of the trail? Each side is too narrow for having both feet within the narrow channel.
Tsankawi, Bandelier NM, March 2021. Evidence of a dwelling, Shelter or storage area.
There were numerous indications of dwellings, shelters or storage areas along the pathways of Tsankawi. Some areas were off limits for visitors, so we did not get to see everything here.
Tsankawi, Bandelier NM, March 2021. Photographing the interior of a cave.
The entrance to this cave (above) seems to have a torso with head shape.
Tsankawi, Bandelier NM, March 2021. Tsankawi Cave.Tsankawi, Bandelier NM, March 2021. Tsankawi Caves.
There were numerous caves in some areas. Notice the foot and/or hand holds in the rocks around these caves.
Tsankawi, Bandelier NM, March 2021. Tsankawi View.
A desert view from the main trail around the Tsankawi area.
This wraps up the best photos that I managed to get in this amazing place. Perhaps someday I will get back again, when conditions are more favorable for photography.
We visited Tsankawi again one afternoon, but we never really got to be here at the very best time of the day for photography. Although, we did have some cloudy sky, which helped add a little interest at times.
Tsankawi is really an amazing place. I was most impressed by the paths created by Native Americans many years ago. Those ancient people walked the same paths so often as to wear deep trenches in the rock. Sometimes the trenches were only a few inches deep and sometimes several feet deep. Even though the rock may not be super hard here, it is not soft either, so it must have taken many walkers over many years to create such deep pathways in the stone.
Tsankawi, Bandelier NM, March 2021. Walking Through the Past 1, monochrome with selective colorization.Tsankawi, Bandelier NM, March 2021.Walking Through the Past 2, monochrome with selective colorization.Tsankawi, Bandelier NM, March 2021. Tsankawi Trail.Tsankawi, Bandelier NM, March 2021. Contemplation. Monochrome with selective colorization.Tsankawi, Bandelier NM, March 2021. Old Tree and Fractured Rock with Petroglyphs
One has to look closely to see the old, worn petroglyphs, of which there were many, in some of the rock faces.
Tsankawi, Bandelier NM, March 2021. Lone Tree.Tsankawi, Bandelier NM, March 2021. Tsankawi Petroglyphs.
Viewing a larger image on Flickr will allow for better resolution of the many petroglyphs on this rock face.
Tsankawi, Bandelier NM, March 2021. Small Evergreen Tree growing in a crack in the Tsankawi desert area. Monochrome with selective colorization.
We woke up to a heavy snow cover in our campground the second morning of our visit here. We had been watching the weather forecast and expected snow over a large area, we just could not judge how much would fall at our location, which was a higher elevation than that used in the weather forecasts .
Snow in Bandelier Campground, March 2021, iPhone PhotoSnow in Bandelier Campground, March 2021, iPhone Photo
Judging by the depth of snow on the flat surfaces, it looks like 6-8 inches of cover.
After making a few early morning iPhone photos and taking care of a few housekeeping chores, I began to walk around the campground area with my DSLR.
I managed to isolate a few individual, snow covered trees against the overcast sky.
Snow covers Bandelier Campground, March 2021. Tree and Clouds 1.Snow covers Bandelier Campground, March 2021. Tree and Clouds 2.Snow covers Bandelier Campground, March 2021. Monochrome Tree and Snow.Snow covers Bandelier Campground, March 2021. Skeleton Tree in Snow.Snow covers Bandelier Campground, March 2021. Towering Tree in Snow.
As I walked around, I tried to capture a few small features in the snow covered landscape.
Snow covers Bandelier Campground, March 2021. Grass in Snow 1.Snow covers Bandelier Campground, March 2021. Grass in Snow, Monochrome.
And anything else that looked unique or interesting.
Snow covers Bandelier Campground, March 2021. Crawling Snow Covered Tree Creature.
A distant mountainside was visible through the forest and I tried to frame that in a few photographs, but the 24-70mm lens did not allow for close ups of the distant mountains tops.
Snow covers Bandelier Campground, March 2021. Distant Mountains 1.Snow covers Bandelier Campground, March 2021. Distant Mountains 2.
I think the individual trees are the best images that I captured here; but here are a few miscellaneous other images to give a feel for the general look of the snow covered forest area around the campground.
Snow covers Bandelier Campground, March 2021. Snow Forest 1.Snow covers Bandelier Campground, March 2021. Snow Forest 2.Snow covers Bandelier Campground, March 2021. Snow Forest 3.Snow covers Bandelier Campground, March 2021. Snow Forest 4.Snow covers Bandelier Campground, March 2021. Snow Forest 5.Snow covers Bandelier Campground, March 2021. Snow Forest 6.Snow covers Bandelier Campground, March 2021. Old and Fallen, Old and Standing.
It is good that I got out early to capture the snow, since it began to melt away even as I made my way back to my van. It was essentially all gone by late morning.
This post was prematurely published due to a mistake by the author, during the editing and preview process, getting my blogs out of chronological order and maybe causing confusion of followers. Consequently, I’ve made a few edits, trying to correct poor writing and/or errors and now I will republish this item and hope there are no more glaring errors. My apologies for the confusion.
After setting up in the campground at Bandelier National Monument, we drove down into the canyon to the visitor center and made a scouting hike upstream along the stream that runs through the Frijoles Canyon. Actually, the stream is referred to as the Frijoles River, even though it is usually just a narrow stream of water. I suppose at times of heavy precipitation, that little stream can become a raging river. We hiked an undetermined distance, but I’m guessing maybe about a mile along the river before turning back.
We decided that the photographic opportunities would be slim along that trail, unless there was early morning frost or maybe snow cover to provide more interest.
We returned to the canyon the next (first) morning of our stay here with our cameras, hoping for better photographic opportunities than we had seen on our scouting hike.
The park gate opening and closing times limit the access time to the canyon, so golden hour photography was not a possibility during our visit. This might not matter, since the canyon walls limit the time of the sunlight arriving and exiting the canyon. Some times of the year may be better than others.
Unfortunately, we did not get snow, nor even a heavy frost. Nevertheless, we continued hiking and trying to get a few interesting photographs. I was mostly unsuccessful in my efforts and I have chosen not to present any of the results of my attempts at creative photography here.
Early on the hike, we came upon several deer that seemed curious about us, but not concerned. I suppose they were accustomed to humans.
Deer, Bandelier National Monument, March 2021Deer, Bandelier National Monument, March 2021
A second deer, going in the opposite direction of this first one, came along and they each eyed each other in an appraising manner, before continuing on their way.
Deer, Bandelier National Monument, March 2021
There are many Native American ruins and cave dwelling in the canyon with many near the visitors’ center. Having toured those on previous trips, we continued along the trail towards a more distant ruin called the Alcove House. My son had visited the Alcove House during a previous visit, but it was not open when I was first here, so this was my first time to see this area of the park.
To get up to the Alcove House ruins requires climbing a number of ladders and steps up the canyon side.
Ladder & Sign, Bandelier National Monument, March 2021
Much of the area at the final destination is roped off, which limits photographic compositions.
Native American Ruins in Bandelier National Monument, March 2021
In the afternoon, we made a scouting hike of a loop trail through Tsankawi, a Native American area near White Rock, New Mexico that is a part of the Bandelier National Monument. Unfortunately, I forgot to bring my iPhone along, so I did not get any scouting photographs, which is too bad, since I think I missed opportunities to get photographs under a more interesting sky than we had during later visits.
Early Monday morning, I went into the Sprinter Service Center as soon as the gates opened. I found two service technicians in the service building and explained the problem to them. I was told by the one that would look into the problem, that the battery would be put on a charger first and then he expected to begin work on the van around mid-morning.
He then gave me a ride back to the main MB dealership facility, where I would have to wait. The technician apparently got to work on my van sooner than I expected, as I was informed by the service manager that it was ready to go much sooner than I had expected.
The problem turned out to be a simple fix, once it was traced down. There is a connection below the van between the battery and alternator, where Sportsmobile wired into the van battery for the automatic step motor. According to the technician, Sportsmobile did a poor job of wiring here, pinching wires, partially insulting the connections between the wires at the terminal with shrink wrap and the nut securing all the wire ends onto a terminal stud was loose. The nut looked like a self locking variety, so it should not have backed off due to vibration.
Had I known where to look, I could easily have cured the problem myself and been on my merry way much sooner.
Anyway, I dismounted the solar panels, packed them away, and updated my son on my status.
He informed me that the weather forecast for Bisti had taken a turn for the worse, with much snow expected and colder night time temperatures. A little snow there might make for some interesting photographic opportunities, but a lot of snow might cover features too much and melting snow would render the clay soil a real problem to deal with. And the snow would melt rapidly during daylight hours.
Consequently, we decided to meet at Bandelier National Monument, which was only a 2-3 hour drive from Albuquerque. I was not elated about Bandelier, since I had overnighted there a couple of years ago and I was not overly impressed with the photography possibilities there.
But the campground in Bandelier is very nice, usually not crowded, especially at this time of the year, which is good, since the campsites are first come, first serve, with no reservable sites. There are also clean, newish, heated restrooms, but no showers.
I arrived at the campground first, drove through both campground loops and picked out two campsites that looked suitable, then went to the automated reservation kiosk and reserved those two sites for a couple of nights. We were not sure how long we would stay.
My son came into the campground shortly after I pulled into my site. After we got set up, we went down into the deep canyon, where the visitor’s center is and most of the Native American ruins are located. This is the most visited portion of this national monument.
We hiked for about a mile along the stream/river that runs through the canyon to scout for possible photographic opportunities for the next day. We were expecting some snow and we decided that snow would improve the scenery here.
We then retreated to our campsites for the night.
So finally the “bad” part of this trip was over and we were making plans for the remainder of this Spring Break Trip.
Stranded with a vehicle electrical problem in Albuquerque, at least I had my Kindle Reader and other reading materiel to occupy some of my time, especially at night, when I had to stay in my vehicle.
I had a full day in Albuquerque on Sunday and I needed to find something to do. I checked a map application on my phone, looking for some place within walking distance to visit. I noted a number of places of interest, but most were long walks there and back. I suppose I could have called a Taxi, but I needed exercise, so I looked for places not excessively far away.
I found a “Wildflower Park” on the map not too far away, so I headed there. The park was much smaller than I expected and there were no wildflowers. Most of the trees were still barren, too. There was a small group of several people flying a drone around the park and a lady walking her dog.
I walked to the far side of the park, crossed a bridge over a drainage canal and checked my map app again. I found a hot air balloon park on the map not too far away. Rather than walk back through the park, the way the map directions suggested, I walked along the canal, since it appeared that could get to another street and a shorter route to the balloon park that way. When I got near the street of my destination, there were high fences on my side of the canal. I had to cross the canal to get to the street. The sides of the concrete canal were steep, but there was no water in the canal and there were iron loops set into the concrete where I crossed, which I suspect are there for emergency egress from the canal. I did not need to use those bars to walk down into the canal nor up the other side.
After a short walk, I got to the edge of the balloon park, with metal bar gates across the street entrances from my side of the park. I could either go around the ends of the barrier or step over from where I stood, so I stepped over and walked along a dirt path beside a fence until I came to a street and I could see a large building in the distance, which turned out to be the Anderson Abruzzo Albuquerque International Balloon Museum.
Hot Air Balloon Museum, iPhone Photo
I paid the nominal entrance fee and went inside, wearing my mask as required. There were interesting exhibits, photographs and much information about the history of hot air ballooning in this museum.
Hot Air Balloon Camera, iPhone Photo
I used my iPhone to capture some of the more interesting and easily photographed items. There were many large displays that did not lend themselves to being easily photographed.
I captured my reflection in a number of the photos, such as the one above, but I cropped my head off in the post processing.
Poster in Albuquerque hot air museum, iPhone Photo
In the early days of hot air ballooning, entrepreneurs used them to provide entertainment, as depicted in the poster above with the young lady in the swing hanging from the bottom of the balloon basket. She seems rather scantily clad for that era.
Poster, Albuquerque hot air balloon museum, iPhone Photo
I have to wonder, if the poster above is realistic or just a come on. The parachute seems rather small and hanging onto that small handle with one hand, while dropping from 8000 feet seems rather risky. Better have a good grip and no sweaty palms.
Hot air balloon trapeze, iPhone Photo
This display contains one of the actual swings used in these balloon trapeze acts. It looks rather small, too.
When I finished my tour of the balloon museum, I walked back to the Tin Can Alley food court, where I had a late lunch, early dinner BBQ sandwich and a couple of pale ale draft beers, then I went back to my vehicle for the remainder of the day.
My oldest son and I have a tradition of taking an annual spring break trip, usually the last week of March. We had to postpone last year’s trip due to COVID19 concerns. I got both of my COVID19 vaccinations in February and my son got his vaccinations just in time to make this trip.
We settled upon the Bisti Wilderness in northwestern New Mexico as the most suitable place this year. The weather forecast for that area was for cold, freezing temperatures at night, but not so cold as to be of great concern and the daytime temps would be in the 50s.
I planned to arrive at Bisti a day prior to my son’s arrival, leaving home on a Thursday, since I was sure I could get a free campsite at Lake Meredith National Recreation Area (LMNRA), my usual stop over place along this route, during the week. The temperatures there during March are mild, so I had no need to reserve a site with electric power for the A/C and I could still use the free showers in the good restroom facilities. Although, when I showered there on this stop over, the water was only lukewarm. This was the first time I had experienced anything other than hot water in the showers there.
I later noted a possible problem with the automatic step on the passenger side of my van. Sometimes the step did not go all the way back up. I thought maybe there might be some dirt in the mechanism, so I did not worry about that.
I left LMNRA early Friday morning heading to I40 at Amarillo. I’ve traveled this route a number of times, so I did not use the navigation system for guidance. However, I wanted to be sure to navigate around Amarillo, avoiding heavy traffic in the city, intersecting I40 on the western edge of Amarillo, so I stopped momentarily at a vacant parking lot at a church to verify that I was on the best route. When I got ready to start out again, the engine starter would not engage. I had not had any warning of a potential battery problem and the battery was not old. So I was concerned that there might be a more serious problem than the starter. It occurred to me that the problem with the step might be related.
I thought surely in a city like Amarillo that there would be a Mercedes Benz dealership, but there was not. I found that the closest MB facility was in Lubbock, 110 miles south of Amarillo and not on my route.
After a phone conversation with my dealership in Plano, Texas, I got connected to the MB roadside assistance. They dispatched a local service to come out to check the battery as a first step. The online app said the service would arrive in 18 minutes and gave me a countdown for the arrival. After 18 minutes, it just said “Arriving Soon” for the next hour or so. I checked online via my phone and found that the dispatched service had a 1 star, horrible service, rating.
I then called AAA, which dispatched a service that was to arrive within an hour. The AAA app, similar to the MB app, gave me a countdown, which expired and then it, too, said “Arriving Soon”.
About the time I thought AAA should be arriving, a work type truck, which I thought might be one of the dispatched services, pulled into the parking lot. But it turned out to be a couple of young local workers that saw my hood up and stopped to ask if I need a boost. They pulled out booster cables from the truck’s back seat area and we connected the cables. My vehicle started up with no problem. So I figured it must be a battery problem. I drove to a local auto parts store, purchased the best, most expensive battery they had for my vehicle and installed it with help of one of the parts store employees. But the problem persisted, the starter motor would not engage, even with the new battery. The auto parts employee brought out a booster battery device, connected it to the positive and ground posts under the hood and my vehicle started normally. (The engine starter battery is not under the hood. It is in a compartment beneath the floor in front of the driver’s seat). So now I’m convinced there is a wiring problem.
Via conversations with the MB dealership in Lubbock, I learned that they do not service Sprinter vans. The nearest Sprinter van service is in Midland, Texas, far to the south and far out of my way. I did get to talk to a service manager at the MB facility in Midland and got confirmation that the most likely problem would be a wiring issue between the battery and starter and/or alternator.
By now it was mid-afternoon. I called an MB dealership in Albuquerque, which was about a four hour drive along I40 and along my planned route. I talked to someone at the dealership, learned that they are open until 5pm during the week and open again at 7:30 Saturday morning. I was told that I can park on the street beside the dealership, if I get there Friday after they are closed. So I purchase a fully charged battery booster device in the parts store, figuring that if I have to shut off my engine for any reason, I can boost it. I hoped that as long as I could keep the engine running, I could drive all the way to Albuquerque.
So I began the journey. Before I got out of Amarillo, the dash displayed an “Alternator/Battery” error message; but the vehicle continued to run as normal. So I continued.
Just after passing an exit to San Jon, New Mexico, all kinds of warning messages began to show up on the dash, then the vehicle began to lose power. The engine continued to run and the vehicle continued moving down the highway, but at a much slower speed. I soon realized that it was highly likely that the engine would die. So I coasted off of the highway onto the shoulder in the shadow of an overpass. As soon as I stopped, the engine died and the dash display blanked out.
Sportsmobile dead along I40, just past mile marker 353 in New Mexico, iPhone Photo
I called the MB roadside assist again, having to be on hold for 20-30 minutes. After I explained the problem, a tow truck was dispatched from Albuquerque, 213 miles away.
The tow truck driver called a couple of times to get details about my vehicle and my location. The tow truck arrived after dark, sometime between 8 and 9PM.
The tow truck driver assured me that he knew exactly where to drop me off at the MB dealership, since he had done this many times. We arrived at the dealership after midnight. I got up early Saturday morning and went into the dealership as soon as it opened. I found the service manager, who had already seen my vehicle parked on the drive entrance behind the service area. He informed me that I’m at the wrong place. The Sprinter service had been moved to another location about a mile away and they are not open on Saturday!
The service manager said I needed to call roadside assistance for a tow, as they are not allowed to call on my behalf. Remembering how long it took to get through on the telephone to MB’s roadside assistance, I decided to call AAA. I was told a tow truck would be there in about an hour. The towing service called to ask for a photograph of my vehicle, which I sent right away. The tow service called to tell me they dropped me off there last night and I’m at the correct location. I had to inform them of their error, referring to signs posted on the building just behind my van with the address for dropping off Sprinter vans.
The tow truck showed up around 9AM and it was the same truck and driver that dropped me off last night. He had just gotten home, barely gotten into bed, when he was called out again.
When the tow truck driver dropped me off alongside a city street, adjacent to the cement block wall around the MB Sprinter service center, he told me this might not be a good place to leave my vehicle unattended. So I decided it best to stay in the van, rather than have my son drive down from the Great Sand Dunes, where he was currently. (We had talked earlier and our tentative plan, so I would not waste all of two or more days, was for him to pick me up and we would go to the Great Sand Dunes. I would call the Sprinter service on Monday morning to figure out what to do after that. There could be more days of delay, depending upon when the service center began looking at my vehicle and if parts had to be ordered, etc.).
So I mounted my solar panels on the roof to keep the house batteries charged and stayed with the van Saturday and Sunday nights, leaving a light on to make it obvious that the vehicle was occupied.
I was tired from not getting much sleep the previous night, but I decided I might as well find a place nearby to grab lunch, since I was stuck here anyway. I consulted my iPhone and found a food court place called Tin Can Alley a few blocks away.
After calling home to update my wife on my status, I went out looking for the Tin Can Alley. I actually got all the way there and realized that I had forgotten to bring a mask, which was required to enter. So I had to walk back to my vehicle, retrieve a mask and walk back to the food court.
Now really tired, I ordered a BBQ slider and coleslaw from one place, then took my order across the food court to a beer place. I figured I had earned at least one or two beers. Ironically, they had a pale ale on draft called “Happy Camper”, so I had one with my meal and a second one for desert before hiking back to my vehicle, where I crashed on the bed for a few hours.
