Sylvia's RV Journey

​ July 31, 2022 Well, from an uneventful, quiet night on the Mesa, (yeah!!!) to an easy un-muddied exit, I continued south. I wound up taking the drive towards Telluride and upon reading the reviews decided to take a dirt road towards the national forest. What a stunning drive through high plateaus, and scenic mountains! With many ranches, and many for sale. I decided to stop just after I saw a sign that warned about further entry, which requires four-wheel drive, and limited, if nonexistent, emergency services. This road was going to travel into the roughest mountain terrain. I spent some time here catching up on Internet, a connection which surprised me, however I was up at 9200 feet in virtually open field with no shade. So Maybe cell reception was unobstructed. Jo Jo and I enjoyed several cool and comfortable walks, and surprisingly, there was a lot of traffic, mostly jeeps. The air was crisp, and fresh, with just a slight odor of cow. I even got some television reception which has

​July 30, 2022 My surrounding camper neighbors were quiet overnight, however two of them let their dogs run loose. It’s times like this I really do want to confront people, but I pick my battles. There is no camp host, and there is no ranger to be found. This is a rather isolated place so others feel like they can bend the rules. I decided first thing to jump in the front seat and drive just a quarter-mile up the road to a parking area, where I could walk Jo Jo and have my breakfast. It still annoys me that people have loose dogs without a second thought that perhaps my little guy could become a victim.  I took the massive climb out of the canyon this morning and the Sylver Gypsy did great. I headed towards the town of Montrose, for a morning of chores, groceries, and gas and some Internet catch up. I researched a dispersed campsite not far, about 10 miles east using Miss Google. But here she was again misdirecting me and messing things up. It doesn’t happen often, but it does happen.

​July 29, 2022 Well,  just after the mouse wars, ugh, I headed up hill 5 miles towards the top of the rim. No downshifting or brake work here as I put the pro master in “tow haul.” The engine revved the entire way up. This is a challenging road, a 16% grade and continual switchbacks. I consider this a mini “independence pass” roadway. I stopped at the very first look out. A woman took my photo of me and Jo Jo. As I spoke to another woman regarding our travels. Little did I know that I would run into them shortly there after. I stopped at the south  rim Visitor Center, heading towards the RV bus parking, and low and behold, there was a gray Travato, and a red Travato, as I calmly parked in between the two of them. I had to take a photo as this looked like a Travato meet up. Before I knew it, the three Travato owners were grouped in the parking lot having conversation on our experiences. One couple from Colorado Springs, and the other couple from Prescott. I had seen two other Travato ow