Chaco Cultural National Park

​I just hated leaving my campsite for the last three nights, Lobo Canyon trail head. I have seen nobody pass by in the last 24 hours. I drove up the road about a quarter of a mile to get reception which helped me to stay in the loop. Other than doing some more chores including caulking all of my ports on the vertical side of my RV. Not a glamorous job, it’s just that the caulking has deteriorated now, over the last few years and it’s just wear and tear maintenance. I headed out early this morning just after dawn, towards Chaco cultural national park. But not before a stop to the dreaded Walmart.

I say dreaded, only because I’m not a fan of Walmart, however it was the only thing open this time of the day where I could also find a sundress that I’ve been itching to locate. So I got some food and some bare-bone essentials to keep me well stocked at least for the next two weeks. It took me hours to arrive at Chaco. The last 20 miles was on a dirt road. I have been on many dirt roads and this one ranged from moderate to severe with plenty of washboard in between. Even in the first half mile it was challenging with steep inclines where I really had to press the gas pedal to climb up to the top. I always felt in control, but after 20 miles and almost 2 hours of driving on this dirt road, I was ready to find my campsite. I managed a 1 mile hike which then again climbed up to a ledge to view some petroglyphs. I only had to crawl along on my knees twice to to get up to some very steep ledges. Not the comforting thing that I’d like to do which then led me back to the visitor center to speak with a Ranger about these trails. I got a mixed review as each trail is different for each and every individual. I will just play it by ear and go with the flow. I can’t believe my campsite is right up along a ledge in plain view of one of the cliff dwelling ruins. I didn’t expect to see this within view so close to my overnight spot. What a magical place to be amongst the history of these indigenous people thousands of years old.




















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