|this old place used petrified wood as|
On our way to Winslow yesterday we stopped at a few rock shops in the area, sorting through literally tons of petrified wood scraps looking for just the right piece. Inside one of the shops there were endless displays of intensely polished rounds, stumps, book ends, etc. but we thought they were gaudy and unreal looking. Outside, in a huge fenced in yard, there were piles and piles of natural "wood" along with mountains of geodes, sandstone pieces, obsidian chunks, etc. I've never been to a rock shop, or a rock show of any kind, I was flabbergasted and had trouble tearing myself away from the mounds.
|a jillion geodes|
We didn't really have a plan for the rest of our day except for checking out "downtown" Winslow and then trying to find a small city park/reservoir I'd heard about.
The tiny town of Winslow, Arizona has a number of nice murals, but one is famous.....
|"Its a girl, my lord, in a flatbed ford, slowin down to take a look at me...."|
My only directions to McHood Park Lake (sometimes called Clear Creek Reservoir) were to head out of town, drive over the ditch by the prison and keep going til you seen a sign. Alrighty then.
|lunch with a view|
McHood Park contains a small day use area and campground with no hook ups on the shores of the Reservoir. It was a Saturday afternoon but the park wasn't very busy. A celebration of some sort was going on in the day use area and there were a few trailers in the campground but otherwise we had most of the place to ourselves.
We explored a bit on foot then took the jeep past the campground and out into the surrounding desert to see what we could see.
|a dredge at the boat launch|
It is always a delight to find water in such a dry environment. We drove over the small earthen dam and found a lovely marshy area below, full of birds.
I was still looking for the part of the creek that flowed through a deep, narrow canyon so we left McHood Park, crossed the creek on rt. 99 and turned onto a dirt road heading into the flat empty desert.
We drove through interesting rock formations and lots of sagebrush but didn't appear to be getting anywhere so Dave made a sharp left and we made our own track toward what we thought would be the canyon.
I was afraid to drive to far out into the desert in case we came upon the lip of the canyon before we wanted to......so we left the jeep and hiked out.
|almost at the edge|
Lots of cool rocks at our feet made it a slow walk, and I did take a few for my collection.
|tiny stones, about thumb sized|
Our perseverance was rewarded...
Tomorrow we're off toward Williams, Arizona. Its been fun!