Lockhart Road/Hamburger Rock
Hamburger Rock looks strangely like. . .a hamburger. Who knew! And Lockhart Road was the cornerstone for the entire trip. It is the road we looked down on from Needles Overlook and said, “I want to ride that.” And here we were. Life is grand!
There were a few trials actually finding the road. There weren’t too many turnoffs, but we were deep in b.s. conversation when we blew right by it. Again Ye was with the beating the steering wheel & yelling. . . there was absolutely no place for us to turn around a 38’ motorhome pulling a trailer with 2 dirtbikes on it. When fully loaded, our size rivals that of a locomotive. We had no choice but to sheepishly confess our faux pas to the park ranger who graciously let us in the park, free of charge, to circle the visitor center parking lot and return.
This time down the road, there was very little talking and much more focused attention.
We found Lockhart Road once again and sloooooowly ambled down the washboard dirt road the mile and a half to Hamburger Rock. Apparently this is a pretty popular camping place. It was $6 and had an outdoor toilet. We scoped out the campground, watered the dogs and let them water the desert. We visited with a couple of the residents before heading out to check out the road. It was close to 4:00 p.m. at this point but there was still daylight, so we decided to check it out for awhile.
We rode 8 miles into it before I stopped. We had passed a creek that had animal prints through the sand/dust. I knew that at sundown, all those furry little creatures would be waking up wanting a drink of water and I wanted no part of crossing their path as they made their way there.
Ye, of course, was a buzz and a dot in the distance. I knew he would eventually stop, listen for me, then turn around and come looking for me. And he did, but it was a much longer time than I would have been comfortable with had I been waiting with a broken leg or punctured spleen. Just saying.
But my imagination is active enough and I was glad he came back when he did.
Oh and remember my disappointment at the first road not being a challenge? Lockhart Road was definitely going to be that challenge. It already was steep & rocky, with tight passes, narrow rock cliffs, and granite paved pathways. . .and we only went 8 miles!!
Back to the rv we sped for more food, drink and conversation.
There were a few trials actually finding the road. There weren’t too many turnoffs, but we were deep in b.s. conversation when we blew right by it. Again Ye was with the beating the steering wheel & yelling. . . there was absolutely no place for us to turn around a 38’ motorhome pulling a trailer with 2 dirtbikes on it. When fully loaded, our size rivals that of a locomotive. We had no choice but to sheepishly confess our faux pas to the park ranger who graciously let us in the park, free of charge, to circle the visitor center parking lot and return.
This time down the road, there was very little talking and much more focused attention.
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| El Toro, a.k.a. The Beast |
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| Ye's photo from the top of Hamburger Rock |
We found Lockhart Road once again and sloooooowly ambled down the washboard dirt road the mile and a half to Hamburger Rock. Apparently this is a pretty popular camping place. It was $6 and had an outdoor toilet. We scoped out the campground, watered the dogs and let them water the desert. We visited with a couple of the residents before heading out to check out the road. It was close to 4:00 p.m. at this point but there was still daylight, so we decided to check it out for awhile.
We rode 8 miles into it before I stopped. We had passed a creek that had animal prints through the sand/dust. I knew that at sundown, all those furry little creatures would be waking up wanting a drink of water and I wanted no part of crossing their path as they made their way there.
Ye, of course, was a buzz and a dot in the distance. I knew he would eventually stop, listen for me, then turn around and come looking for me. And he did, but it was a much longer time than I would have been comfortable with had I been waiting with a broken leg or punctured spleen. Just saying.
But my imagination is active enough and I was glad he came back when he did.
Oh and remember my disappointment at the first road not being a challenge? Lockhart Road was definitely going to be that challenge. It already was steep & rocky, with tight passes, narrow rock cliffs, and granite paved pathways. . .and we only went 8 miles!!
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| El Toro parked at the Rock |
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