Salt River Canyon Trip

In March I had the opportunity to kayak the Salt River which runs through the center of Arizona from North East to South West.  The Agency I work for has management duties on the Salt River where it crosses Federal Lands, namely the Salt River Wilderness Area.  During the boating season the river Rangers float the river checking permits, campsites and maintaining the resource pretty much all the time.  Mike, of Baja fame, and I were able to tag on to one of these trips.  The trip itself begins in the Salt River Canyon on the border of the White Mountain Apache reservation and the San Carlos Apache reservation and ends at Lake Roosevelt.  Altogether it took us three days although I would recommend you take a week if you can because it is an amazing trip.  The following pictures are in chronological order.

River Put In

upper Salt Rapids

Black Rock Falls

Salt River Wilderness
Those Rocks are some of the oldest in the U.S.

Post Boating Refreshment

Petroglyphs

Side Canyon hike

Lake Roosevelt Bridge

New Family Member

Hello everyone.  So I'd like to introduce the latest member of the Nate Barrett Family.  She is a 1973 Ford Gran Torino two door sport coupe.  Don't let the outward appearance fool you she is stripped down for paint and some minor body work but she'll be up and glamourous pretty quick.  Under the hood she has a LTD 351 modified V8 which isn't stock but has a few more horses than the original 302.

Thailand

 Thailand, world of wacky writing and anything you could ever want and a lot of stuff you don't. Mike and I entered Thailand through Poipet on the Cambodian border and arrived in Bangkok a swift four hours later. We settled down in the Khao San Road area, tourist mecca/slum/ghetto and spent some time getting acquainted with Bangkok. The King's birthday was the 5th of December and everything shut down while the Thai's threw an amazing celebration for their 83 year old monarch Rama IV.

Khao San Road



We left Bangkok in route to Koh Chang Island for some beach time. Koh Chang is a small island on the east side of the Gulf of Thailand and a beautiful place to relax, build castles and sun tan.

Arriving on the Ferry to Koh Chang

Our Beach Bungalow

Sunset, one of many.

Castles made of Sand

The harbor on White Sand Beach, Koh Chang

Mike and I on the beach

Sunset, again

I left Mike in Koh Chang, which was a challenge, in route to Vietnam, so I could at least say that I visited the country. We would meet up again in Saigon before we got on the plane back to the States.


Cambodia

Mike and I traveled through Phnom Penh on our way to Seim Reap a tourist town right outside of Angkor Wat the thousand year old temples of the ancient Khmer. Phnom Penh kind of sneaks up on you as you drive in. Scattered farms coalesce into closer buildings, built up corners and street vendors until dense, multi-story apartment buildings surround you on every side. Sidewalks, which are very prevalent, become scooter parking and outdoor patios. The streets are absolutely clogged with people, every vehicle under the sun, children (who are absolutely, amazingly everywhere; procreation is alive and well in Phnom Penh,) carts, dogs, cats and in the evening huge, ginormous piles of trash that has been collected/generated during the day. I think a person could describe Phnom Penh all day and still not really do it justice. In light of that I will stop trying. Sufficed to say if you have any adventure in your soul you should visit Phnom Penh and soon.

Cambodian countryside

Phnom Penh, Cambodia

Trash can in Phnom Penh made of an old tire turned inside out.

We arrived in Siem Reap and were immediately attacked by the hordes of touts, local individuals who represent businesses, rental companies or whatever and get a kick back if they bring in a customer. As we had not arranged for lodging yet we had to quickly choose a random hotel in the middle of town and get a ride. We ended up at the Shadow of Angkor Guest House, a fine option if you find yourself in Siem Reap, close to downtown with excellent guest services.

Friendly Tuk-tuk

Siem Reap has changed considerably over the last 8 or so years since I was here. In 2002 only a couple of blocks had pavement which was poured and paid for by a Korean company to develop and maintain Angkor Wat. They laid pavement around the Grand Tour which is a loop that encompasses the largest temples and sights. Everything else was dirt. Now everything is paved except some of the more remote temples. The town itself has grown immeasurably. There are hundreds of bars, restaurants and hotels who compete fiercely with each other and keep the prices down. 0.50 cent beers are a great example.

We spent the next three days viewing Angkor Wat. Being the adventurous types we decided to rent bicycles to tour the ruins so for 2 dollars we rented a torture machine and headed out. Basically it’s a beach cruiser but it is made for the average Cambodian who is easily 6-12 inches shorter than Mike or I. It’s hard to say how far we went all told but judging from the muscle soreness I am experiencing I would say quite a few over the two days we rode bikes. It is a tribute to those bicycles that Mike and I decided to hire a Tuk-tuk for the last day. I am not sure if I could have faced another day on those machines.

It would be laborious to describe everything at Angkor. There are several excellent books available that describe the wonder of Khmer High Culture better than I ever could. Even the pictures don’t do it justice. Kind of like the Grand Canyon that way. You will just have to visit and see for yourself. Siem Reap is very friendly and safe and I saw many European or American families with children under one year old here as well as innumerable families and student groups from all over the world. If you don’t relish the idea of Phnom Penh madness you can easily fly into Bangkok and be in Siem Reap in about 10 hours by overnight bus or fly into the airport in style.

The site itself has been under reconstruction for about 100 years beginning in 1908. You can pick out the parts that have been recently reconstructed by the fresh looking cement they use. Seems like there is the building reconstruction to ensure that 10 tons of rock doesn’t bury any innocent tourists and then the casting of the statue heads and animals. It is conceivable that in the coming years it all could be restored to an original seeming condition. But part of the draw to Angkor is the age of the structures. You can’t help but wonder what it would have been like in its height. One temple in particular, part of the Angkor Thom Complex, required 80,000 people to keep up. That is not to mention all the individuals who supported the priest class as well as the outlying farmers and artisans. It must have been wall to wall people. Just keeping up on sewage especially in a place with no vertical topography and a water table a foot under the ground would have been an epic task.

Next Thailand and the beach.

Humble Pie

Artistic response to Trans-pacific flight

Well in short there is a lot of humble pie out here and I inadvertently ordered up a pretty big slice that has made me feel somewhat ill. But more on that in a minute.

It has been 8 years since I flew across the Pacific which is evidently long enough to push the horror of 14 hrs in a tube completely out of my mind. Sadly it all came rushing back in about 30 minutes. If you have flown across the Pacific before, or the Atlantic for that matter, I won't belabor the experience. If you haven't I am loath to color your future experience with my opinion so sufficed to say it was a long trip.

Life in the tube

Anyway all laborious/tedious stories aside we had a good flight. Saw some of Siberia and China from the plane and arrived in Ho Chi Minh City (HCMC) around 10 pm a day later than when we departed Phoenix. It was at this moment that the servers came out with the humble pie.

Siberia from 30,000 ft

I sauntered up to immigration in Vietnam only to be greeted with an incredulous airport functionary asking where my visa paperwork was. Blithely I responded I was prepared to purchase a visa on the spot which increased the functionary's bewilderment. "Sir, you can't enter Vietnam without a visa," he informed me. "That's alright," I replied, "I'll just get one here. Where is the paperwork?" Enter Humble Pie stage right. "Sir, visa paperwork is to be completed before arrival," replied the immigration guard, "you will have to return to your port of origin and process it there. It should only take two days or so." Move heart to soles of sandals.

Arriving Ho Chi Minh City

As Mike and I were disinclined to get back on an airplane without handcuffs and a swat team we asked if here was another way. Like most things, even in Vietnam, time, distance, rules and what-not can be mitigated by cold hard cash so we were informed we could pay extra, stay in a state sponsored four star hotel for the evening and get our visas the next day. After a brief discussion, we looked into each other's hollow eyes and saw that there was no way in hell we were getting back on an airplane back to the states, we decided to pay the money, (ashes, it tastes like ashes) made the arrangements and got a free ride to a nice hotel, had some Tiger beer and drifted off to sleep.

In place at the State sponsored First Hotel


Tomorrow - cheaper accomodations, passport photos to enter Cambodia (no flies on us now), and some Saigon flavor.

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Well friends here we are again . . .

On the road again. It has been a rewarding year so far and we can only hope it continues in the same vein. I spent the winter in Arkansas refreshing my love of the job and the people and moved back to Arizona for the summer season. 2010 fire season was pretty mild and the crew worked about the average amount. But now it is time for some time off.

Currently I am flying over the western States on my way to Saigon via San Francisco and Hong Kong for the month of December. Onboard with me is Mike of Baja Mexico fame. We were going to be joined by Bob, another travel faithful, but alas life imposed itself ungraciously on Bob’s health and he was held up from joining us. Bob I wish you the best of luck and look forward to seeing you on my return as well as planning next year’s trip.

Our tentative plan is to head west from Saigon through Cambodia, Thailand, Malaysia and Singapore. Stay tuned to see how it turns out.

Baja Terminado

Welcome back friends. Apparently 2009 was not a great year for blogging. None-the-less there were some worthwhile events that have escaped notice. It also occurs to me that I left off with the Baja trip a little abruptly. So allow me to wrap up that story and then over the next few posts briefly highlight some worthwhile events over 2009.

Conception Bay

Taking a shift at the helm

Mike and the ship's dog

Motorsailing

We left San Fransicito after a restful night on board and sailed to Conception Bay. Conception Bay is a large bay with numerous fingers or coves off the main bay. It is an amazing and beautiful area with crystal clear water and sandy beaches.

Retrieving a flighty coffee carafe

You can watch a stone fall to the bottom through 30 feet of water. At night the phosphorescent plankton would glow around us as we swam and dove. After 4 days in Conception Bay, Mike and I had to leave to return to the U.S. where Mike was returning to school and I had a job in a ski shop.

Mike and I, sadly leaving the Queen for the real world

We left the Gypsy Queen in the tender hands of Lennis and Andrea and after hiking to the road we hitched a ride to Mulege and caught the bus back to San Diego.

Hitching to Mulege

squalor in Ensenada

San Diego


That pretty much finishes the Baja sailing trip. Good times, good friends. The Queen is still down there in the Sea of Cortez. All she needs is a crew . . .