Gilla Cliff Dwellings, N.M.

A few years ago, we decided to visit the Gila Cliff Dwellings recognized as the Gila Wilderness National Monument. We were not let down by the surroundings or the cliff dwelling themselves.

                                                     Lake Roberts

The drive in to the remote area can be taken on Route 15 directly north from Silver City, N. M. or a round about Route 35, which is safer for vehicles longer than maybe 25'. Tight turns on old roads, with overhanging trees make 15 fine if your in a car or small RV and that is the road I took in 3 years ago. Now however, driving a 40' RV and towing a car, I chose the longer, milder, Route 35.


The views going in were beautiful and more so as I gained altitude in the mountains.

Roads began to get steeper as you can see here! Steep climbs and descents.

                                                             .....now in 3rd gear.



 and the signage warned well in advance of any 'interesting' road conditions.



I'll let the signs speak for themselves.

Well, with one exception. Many turns had no guard rails and if lucky there was an ''arrow” alerting drivers which way the road was going to go. On this one turn...they added a bright red and white reflector...for those asleep at the wheel and don't understand a mere arrow!

 It was at least a few hundred feet down, if someone drove straight.


The drive is 40 miles and it normally takes about 2 hours. I took a bit longer as I often took time for photos.
Wildlife sometimes are on the road, so care has to be taken for them and cattle that free range out here.  To try to keep them within some boundaries, Cattle Guards cross the roads on perimeters.
Cattle won't cross these openings across the roads.

Once at the Visitor Center, I took time again to view the display area. Places like this are special and getting a feel for it's history as it relates to the world geologically or early human life here, always intrigues me.

The Apache jar, sealed with pine pitch.

A simple sandal worn by some Indian.


Once I got the rig parked, Pete, my pooch and I took a walk along the stream bed. It seems that back in September, there was a massive flood in this region, toppling old growth and washing out millions of tons of sediment in the streams.

I came across this fused section of mammal bone material, on a low bar mid stream, that because of the placement of it, was one of the last items washed from an embankment. Not sure what it is, but I'll be researching it. It's not bear, elk, deer, moose etc. , I've checked.

The 3 vertebral sections are fused and the last one is quite different.


The next day, I was at the entrance for the hike up to the Cliff Dwellings early. Arrived at the top relaxed and already took many photos. Early morning is so quiet up here....except for the sounds of birds. They are everywhere.

Had a nice chat with the gent who was to offer the tour of the dwellings.

At one time, ranchers wishing to drive out Apaches, burned all organic material within these cliff dwellings  and destroyed most of the pictographs..  Above is what is left of ?

These cliffs were the result of several different volcanic flows.  Within this layer, can be seen small bits of rock within a material that was liquid at the time...then hardening to this solid layer.

Spent about 2 hours up there and on my decent, noticed lizards warming up on the rocks and a butterfly/moth landing on rocks that had moss or ?

 The same color as it's wings.


Down below at base camp, called the Upper Scorpion, I hiked several of the trails that were still walkable. Again, the floods damaged many of the hiking trails and unless you wanted to cross streams several times, hiking was limited.

However, I found a couple of interesting items... One, a man made 2 room shelter under a rock overhang.

Inside, it was no more than 4' high and there was evidence of a cooking fire having charred the ceiling of one section.


At another location, pictographs were still visible on a section of rock face that had collapsed, leaving only broken fragments and a picture puzzle.


Stayed for 4 days, then moved on. Very relaxing and Pete loved all of it.


He gets excited when I'm driving and he even 'thinks' there are animals to see. Horses, cattle, goats, antelope, rabbits...he doesn't care, he just loves the 'looking'.

Life...............

As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend.

I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it, if I choose to read, or play, on the computer, until midnight, or sleep a bit later? 
I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50, 60 70's, and if I at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love, I will.

I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body or a skinny frame-whatever comes.. and will dive into the waves, with abandon, if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.

They, too, if lucky...will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And, I eventually remember the important things.

Sure, over the years, my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break, when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But, broken hearts are what give us strength, and understanding, and compassion. A heart never broken, is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.


I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs and those that continue to bless me, be forever etched into grooves on my face. So many have never laughed honestly at themselves  but bitch at the world around them and try to be a master puppeteer controlling others.. 
Wake up!  So many have died before their hair could turn silver!

As you get older, it is easier to be positive if you do not have mental issues.  Care less about what other people think.

I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong... but forever I will speak up, speak my mind and offer what I believe I've learned.

So, to answer your question, I like being older. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert and carbs and red meat or... whatever, every single day (if I feel like it).

Ok, I'm on a healthy diet and not stupid!  just saying... my life is mine.  Got it? ;)

MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!

(no!  I did not write this but did change a dozen words or so.  A friend forwarded this to me from another site to me and it's nice to see there are others who think as I do.)    :)

Deming & City of Rocks, New Mexico

From Pancho Villa State Park, along the Mexican border I drove north towards Silver City, N.M.

I had something grab my spirit up there in Silver City, that said "return and look me over again".  That thought lingered in the back of my brain, so I answered the calling.

On the way up, I had been told, a special place was the City of Rocks, State park, but also on the way was Deming, NM.

Ok. Solution found by driving up to the City of rocks and getting a spot to hook up, then driving back south a few miles to Deming to see the town and visit their wonderful museum.

City of Rocks was just that.  Volcanic rock weathered by time, creating a space for us humans to enjoy reflecting within.

Deming's museum was over the top!  Incredible!! and worth every travelers time and effort to explore.

Native American artifacts numbered beyond one's imagination because of early grave robbing common a century ago.  This museum was over-stuffed!  All pottery shown with a "kill hole" in the center of the dish was something taken from an Indian grave, where the 'hole' was meant to seep nutrients from the gift the bowl's food stuffs to the departed's travels thru time.

Other historical info and items filled rooms and rooms.  So much to see here!

 This REO was the first car into this western town.

 Can you imagine this vehicle being your response from your Fire Dept?

 Fuel was delivered via horse drawn equipment.

Western gear, saddles etc. were the norm and now historical artifacts even though many local ranches depend on doing it the old way!

Day break. 06:30 a.m.

Foretravel Tail Light Upgrade, Part ll

One of the possible problems that 'could' effect the new tail lights, is that the electronics in the back of the new lights might be damaged by water.  On the vehicles they were designed for, like the Ford Excursion, the tail light fits into a sealed/water tight compartment.  On the Foretravel, the area the lights fit into, are open to moisture.

So, I added a 'breathable splash shield'.

 I built a shield over transistors, to protect new LED lights from water damage.. Plastic atop then, Scotch Bright pads/silicone.
It allows 'breathing' and heat dissipation and also allows gravity to take molecules then hitting the surface of the Scotch brights, 'down' and away from resistor circuits via gravity.

 Ten minutes per light, and the job was done/protecting the resistors.