Wednesday this week was a strenuous day for this Parkie and his wife. We left the motel early for an inexpensive but filling breakfast at the Denny's down the street. Then, before the sun rose, we headed north to Lake Valley, an old mining community that is a ghost town maintained by the Bureau of Land Management.
Lori, a city girl, was thrilled as the morning sun began peaking over the mountains to the east. Free-range cattle and a wind farm's windmills broke the monotony of the desert landscape. Soon we were in the mountains and the ghost town was only half an hour away. When we arrived we saw it opened at 9 AM so we took a dirt road marked 'Forest Trail,' It was a trip through time. The picture of Lori and I on this posting was taken on this part of the trip.
After we left the ghost town, we continued north to Hillsboro, another mining town that is now an eclectic collection of buildings that serve a few hundred year-round residents and snowbird tourists. It wasn't long before we entered the Gila National Forest. The pine trees were majestic as we wound our way through the two-lane road that took us to the summit of one of the tallest mountains in the park.
We headed home after our long day of playing tourist. The best part of the trip for this Parkie is the fact that the excitement of our adventure seems to have caused my PD symptoms to wane for a little while. However, by the time we arrived back at the motel, the symptoms had returned and familiar feelings of fatigue had set in.
More next week.