Almost suddenly, the sky turned blue as the storm wing passed over us. Our moods lifted like magic and we made our way up to Mesa Verde where we did a tour of the Cliff House with Germans, Italians and Americans. I felt like a real tourist and was reminded how lucky we are to have created this trip in such a way that most of our experiences are much more personal.
We visited another ruin (Spruce Tree House) with a busload of Japanese tourists, checked out the very nice museum and hit the road by 2:30 for the 40 mile ride to Durango. We have left the Navajo winds behind and we had to work! What a shock! The road and the scenery were great but the driver's were less considerate that those on the reservation and there was a lot more traffic.
Back to the real world, I guess.
We had a great hill down into Durango and Catherine survived it without too much stress. Without too much braking, we were able to hold our speed to under 35 mph although I let it go occasionally and got up into the low 40's.
When we arrived in Durango, we found our way to the Johnson's house who are graciously hosting our visit here. They are a family that we met through Camp Unalayee. The summer camp where I went as a child, where my kids are going this summer and where Catherine's children spend many great summers during their childhoods and where Catherine's youngest will be a counselor this summer. Camp Unalayee creates a community of people who are connected in a similar way to the Navajo clans. We all share a love for experiencing life in the woods and mountains with very little in the way of creature comfort distractions. All the camp people we meet are delightful, warm and adventurous souls who lives are enriched by frequent contact with the natural world around us.