We did not see him, or Wile E. Coyote on our trip, or we would have surely gotten autographs.
Wikipedia has a great table, telling the Latin Names for Roadrunner and Coyote, episode to episode. It also lists the Acme products used.
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I guess I didn't realize that the entire Roadrunner series was filmed, on location, near Moab, Utah. We did not see him, or Wile E. Coyote on our trip, or we would have surely gotten autographs. Wikipedia has a great table, telling the Latin Names for Roadrunner and Coyote, episode to episode. It also lists the Acme products used.
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April 8, 2013 The sky clouded over during the night, and I woke up hot and had to unzip my bag. By morning the clouds were low and threatening, and the wind was starting to pick up. I decided to use up some of my leftovers and make an omelette for breakfast. An onion, tomato, mushroom, pulled pork, blue and parmesan cheese omelette, eight eggs cooked in butter. And boy did it hit the spot. This turned out to be a good move later in the day. We hit the trail early in Devil's Garden (the trailhead is right next to the campground) and we were soon all alone among the sandstone fins and rocks. The wind was intense, the sky low and grey; threatening. We hiked back through the arches, climbed up a couple of sandstone fins, looked down on Landscape Arch, posed in another arch with the horizon off in the distance. In spite of the cold wind, the sand whipping our faces and getting stuck in our teeth, and the grey skies, it was a beautiful hike. About noon we got to the Fiery Furnace trailhead, and headed in. We felt lucky: only 15 permits a day are issued. We walked the sandy wash bottoms, got onto the slickrock, and clambered about, finding an arch, a hidden amphitheater, wiggling up several dead end slot canyons and exploring massive rock formations. When I was tightly wedged in one slot canyon, I looked back and suddenly realized the horizon had disappeared in an ugly brown haze. The storm that had been threatening us all day was here, and it looked like it was really raining. So we retraced our route as fast as we could, and got out just as the first drops started hitting us. We headed out of Arches as the brown rain (mixed with the dust from the strong winds all day) picked up, and turned north towards Green River, thinking we might be able to drop lower and camp somewhere dry and warm. Well, we did eventually find a dry warm place to sleep: in the Rainbow Casino in Wendover, Nevada. What happened is the wind storm turned into a wind and rain storm, into a full downpour (we are in the desert, mind you. It rains how many days a year here? Two?) the downpour quickly became a snowstorm and the next thing you know we are driving in a blizzard. Over the pass (full on blizzard), we got to Salt Lake City (rain and snow) headed west on I-80 (rain and high winds; the kind of wind that when you pass a semi the sudden loss of wind causes you to swerve towards the truck, and as you pass the sudden gusts hitting you almost push you off the road) and as we kept heading west we noticed the Bonneyville Salt Flats had turned into Bonneyville Lake with whitecaps! We decided to call it a day and pull into a hotel type camping spot. We weren't alone. So here we are, about eight hours from home, after a full and adventurous week. We had sandwiches for dinner; I am drinking wine and writing while Dennis is in the casino trying to pay for the trip. Phew. I am exhausted just writing about today. Day 8 cookie count: 4 Trip Total: 91 April 9, 2013 Neither of us could sleep well indoors, so we were up, out the door by 5:30am, grabbed coffee and gas, and on the road. It was snowing as we pulled out of Wendover, and it increased as we headed west on I-80, pushing 80. Munching cookies, listening to the tunes, drinking coffee; fighting the wind and mesmerizing snow, the sky slowly opened up, and as we crossed the Pacific Time Zone line and gained an hour back on our youth, the sun started poking through the clouds and the snow stopped. Up, up over a pass, to gaze out at five, six, eight snow-covered mountain ranges. Visibility had to be at least 100 miles. As we sped on, the gathering fury of the sun warmed us as we hit the California border; burst across it and headed up I-5 towards home. The storm had swept the sky clean, we could see Mount Shasta from 170 miles away, at Arbuckle. All too soon we were stopped, 2400 miles after we started, and as I walked in the door my ears hummed with the sound of the tires and wind, and I wobbled slightly, still in motion, heading towards that receding horizon. Next year, Dennis plans the trip. Day 9 cookie count: 18 Trip Total: 109 Sunrise from my sleeping bag, Canyonlands. April 6, 2013 Did I mention the cool little trailer the camp host has? Most camp hosts have the biggest, baddest fifth-wheel type trailers, but our host has a little 15 footer, with solar panels. Very clever set up. Up again before the sun, and more beautiful photos while drinking coffee. We gave our site up to a mom with two kids, and hit the road to Moab. On the outskirts of town we stopped for our first shower in three days (aaahhh) then went a mile or two to the Spanish Valley Winery. We tasted the whites and reds, and got a bottle of the Gewürztraminer. Not great but OK enough. We filled up with gas and ice, drove into the park to our campsite, and had lunch. After a couple hours of rest, Dennis took the truck into Moab for mass, and I went on a three mile, hour long hike to four arches. All alone at the second one, that was my church. A little reading, writing and drinking wine; Dennis should return around 7 for dinner. The sand here is the finest, purest red color, the junipers bright green, and I am surrounded by clouds dropping virga, rain that doesn't make it to the ground. Since Dennis was at mass, I was cooking again. Dinner was black bean and rice, smoked pulled pork wraps with fresh lime squeezed on them. The appetizer was roasted orange peppers stuffed with blue cheese, bruschetta, and a simple spinach salad with lemon juice squeezed on it. We toasted the subtle, glowing rock sunset with a Blackstone merlot. Tomorrow the plan is to do several hikes around arches. Day 6 cookie count: 12 Trip Total: 72 Hey, it looks like a Utah license plate! April 7, 2013 Up at dawn, coffee, cookies and early on the trail to Delicate Arch. Because we started early, we almost had the arch all to ourselves; close enough. The trail up is fun, across a slickrock dome, a sidewalk ledge along a cliff, then around the corner and there she is. Probably the most famous arch in the world. We had time to sit and admire, then photograph and explore, and as we finally headed down it was like a freeway heading up. I found another arch, figured the angle and climbed up into it... Sure enough I was rewarded with a really unique view of Delicate Arch. We stopped at the visitor's center to grab a permit to hike in Fiery Furnace for tomorrow, and had to watch an ecological impact movie (good) which also tried to talk us out of going; then endure five minutes of the ranger telling us why we should not go... In the end we got the coveted permit. We spent the rest of the day going to every viewpoint and hiking all the trails except for tomorrow's two: Devil's Garden and then the Furnace. In the afternoon we were sitting in the shade of a juniper, drinking beer, reading and listening to the crows flap overhead. Enough time for me to actually read my latest issue of Rolling Stone, and a copy of the Moab Sun News, and catch up on my writing. Dennis is cooking the last two nights now, so I am kicking back. It is funny weather, the first week in April here above 5000 feet: sunny warm, windy cool, overcast cold, sunny hot and still... Layers on, layers off. Avocado, blue cheese and bacon on bread for appetizer, then spaghetti with meat sauce. We enjoyed Old Moon old vine zinfandel, watched the sun set and Dennis played his guitar. Day 7 cookie count: 15 Trip Total: 87 |
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