I’ve been excited in anticipation of today for about two weeks. Vance, the refuge wildlife specialist, would be taking half of us volunteers out for a day on the Colorado River. There are ten RV volunteers, and since the boat can only take five at a time we were divided into two groups. The first group was supposed to go last Monday, but it was cancelled due to rain. That meant group 2 would actually be number one for going on this adventure. And an adventure it was!
We headed out about 9:30 this morning, and soon left the Meer’s Point picnic area/boat ramp behind us. I lucked out with a comfortably padded front seat in the jet boat. I wasn’t sure what to expect, and had no idea what Vance had in mind for us today.
I was sure glad I was bundled up in several layers along with my life vest. The river and speed of the boat made it quite chilly as we blasted up the Colorado. I recognized the painted desert of the refuge from a new perspective.
Before too long Vance told volunteer Norm, who was driving the boat, to head to shore. It looked pretty impenetrable to me, but Vance insisted Norm just pull in by the palm tree.
This was my view as we crashed into the phragmites. Then Vance said we should just hop out and climb up the hill. Really?? Did he forget this is the geriatric cruise? 
It was kind of steep, and the footing was a challenge with the loose rocks, but we all made it. (That’s Gail and Greg)
Vance had sprung ahead to show us the way to what he wanted us to see. I was wishing I had brought my hiking stick, but it was all worth it.
Petroglyphs etched into the desert varnish on the side of the rocks on refuge property. Cool beans! To save this site for future generations from vandalism, the boat docking site has not been cleared out and made obvious. I’m sure long time local residents know about this location, but there wasn’t too much graffiti desecrating the site. Don’t know why people think they need to do that. I was thrilled to walk this ancient area.
Our next stop wasn’t quite as hidden, but it was still an interesting entrance to an historic area.
This tunnel through the vegetation had been trimmed so boats could get through. I know several readers have recently taken this same tunnel.
Once you pop out the other side, it’s an easy float to the Lake Cabin.
The real Watchman’s Cabin is a ways over one of the ridges, and was used during the 1800’s. It was used during the mining times. (I think, if I remember correctly) That’s Norm and me enjoying the comfortable chairs outside the cabin in the top left. One of the volunteers quipped that we looked like Ma and Pa Kettle. Ha! Norm is a fellow solo volunteer, and we exchange disparaging remarks whenever our paths cross on the refuge. He’s a retired Navy guy, and I leave it to your imagination what his banter is like. (think rough dock worker with most words being four letters in length) 
Well, these two visits only got us half way through the day and I’ve already passed my word limit for a post, so I’ll do a part two to the day tomorrow. I leave you tonight with my best view of my friend Norm in the phragmites…
THE END!!
Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later, Judy
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