Casita Chronicles The Treasure
June 24,25,26 2016
We awoke early and I was feeling much better. Made coffee and drove to the rim to analyze where we had been on the other side of the canyon. Glen had made an apt for work on his truck in Espanola and there was one more place I wanted to check out. Glen took off into town and I stayed and emptied the waste and filled the water in the casita. I met him at the auto shop and dropped the casita and we headed back to the Lady of the Wood. This little side canyon abuts Bandolier and is Tribal land. We cut across Bandolier cross country and headed down the wash. It was obvious this also could be a prime possibility. In some ways i believe the treasure has already been found by whomever used the repel lines at our prime search spot. However I also have a good feeling about this place, old ruins, all the right vegetation and many holes in the tuft walls to hide a chest. We reached our pre determined turn around time and headed back up a road we discovered not on the map. Glen is thinking he might come back and go farther. ME, well, its time to go get my beloved!
Our rendezvous is an abandoned gas station off the highway and the road to her Yogi Bahgan camp. While waiting there Kiowa the intrepid suddenly disappeared. i blew my whistle and heard him barking but he never came. Investigating I found him behind the building in a live trap bated with dog and cat food. I released him and looked around for any indication that the food might be poisoned but found none. Will have to keep an eye on him.
It was wonderful to see Rajni again after her Summer Solstice extravaganza aka adult summer camp. LOL. We packed up her things and headed north for the long journey home. My plan was to head thru Taos and over the Sangre De Cristo mtns out onto the plains and then north through points of great interest. The First was the ghost town of Kiowa. Coming out onto the great plains is always a great feeling for me. It is the place i feel most at home, open sky, vast distances, great sunsets and sunrises and no people. Out of Maxwell we headed east on a dirt road past the ghost town of Chico. There are many ghost towns in this part of the country. It is a vast landscape full of old volcanoes and mesas. Small mountains and canyons but mostly the sea of grass. Remarkably we saw very few Ranches and no other cars. The shear number of antelope is equal to Wyoming and over one hill we came upon two of the largest Bull Elk I have every seen, 6×6 or maybe 7×7 still in velvet. The sky was gathering clouds and by the time we reached Kiowa it was about to rain. here we ran into a small herd of Cow Elk. These amazing creatures used to be plains animals that travelled in herds of thousands along with the Buffalo. The Buffaloe were vanquished and the Elk pushed up into the mountains were they adapted quite well. Here they are slowly moving back onto the plains. There is not much left of Kiowa, a few foundations and old appliances and the struggling remainders of man planted trees that seem out of place now. It would be interesting to know its history. This is all part of the Kiowa national grasslands area where it is not private. The Kiowa tribe pushed out of the Black hills by the Cheyenne inhabited this area when the europeans arrived. Kiowa loves it here and has room to run at will. lighting and thunder and rain make for a nice nights sleep.
Awoke to a cool cloudy morning, coffee and sdasdona singing. We made love on the buffalo grass in the center of town. Rajni the disciplined did her Kria in this amazing place. Mrs O feathered her nest after the bachelor occupation while i went for a walk in this wondrous place. These few scraggly trees could they be some of the few surviving American Elm that exist due to their remote location.
Past the youngest of the numerous volcano cinder cones (now a national monument ==can we stop doing this??) Most of the land in Northern New Mexico is owned by the 1st and 2nd biggest land owners in the U.S. maybe the world. The first being some guy in Colorado Springs and the other Ted Turner. It is one of the reasons most of the hamlets are now ghost towns. Without families living on the land and need for schools, services etc they have all vanished. We came to the small hamlet of Folsom on the dry Cimmaron river. There are many nice stone buildings there and a very cool museum which we spent several hours in. The Story of Folsom is the story of two very unlikely heroes unknown to most, and an event in 1908 over 100 years ago. A huge downpour upstream had been damned by the freshly cut hay that had not been taken up. When the amount of water became overwhelming the damn broke. George McJunkin a black cowboy who had been born into slavery saw it and immediately called ahead to Folsom that a wall of 5 foot water was coming down the valley. Sally Rooke the some 60 year old operator began immediately calling everyone in town and along the river to warn them. Sally never left her post calling to the very end when she was swept away. Her body found some 8 miles down river, her hand reaching out of the silt. Her sacrifice saved many lives and a small monument was erected to her in the cemetery by dime donations from operators around the country. After the flood George while inspecting the damage found some bones sticking out of the side of the hill. Somehow knowing they were important he collected some of them and brought them into town. Little did he know was one of the great finds of the century. The find was not recognized until after his death when an Archeologist returned to the site and excavated. It would be called Folsom man and it would prove positively that man had been in North America long before the current “Land bridge” arrivals we call native americans showed up and took over. We are all indigenous to the earth and have moved around pushing, conquering, purchasing, ==change.
It was a long drive thru two thunderstorms north on the great plains. We stopped in Limon for gas and could not get the vehicle going till i got a jump. We camped by the museum and walked into town to the local movie theatre and saw X men Apocalypse. A nice action flick. Paid full price $7 and even bought mrs o some popcorn being the big spender that I am.
Mrs O wants to make it home tonite for the pot luck 25 year anniversary for our friends Andria and Jim. It means a more or less 8 hour drive. Just have to get the vehicle started. I think i will walk along and peruse the old farm equipment and train stuff outside the museum first. The long ribbon of highway 71 took us home through now familiar towns and the amazing sand hills. Turns out Anna and the grandkids will be arriving the same time!! Organized chaos but MY FAMILY!! So ends the quest for the treasure. Someone has it and I hope they enjoy it with Gold prices soaring since Britain left the EU. Until the next casita chronicle— so long.