I remember stopping at Mesa Verde. Dad didn't enjoy campgrounds so we often stayed in gravel pits and the like.
Mesa Verde had just opened their new museum. The parking lot had been paved--but there were no lines painted on it as yet. It was a moonless night and it was so dark that flashlights seemed to make little difference. It was a magical night.
The travel trailer was primitive by today's standard. An ice box, two burner stove, sink that drained onto the ground, a blue flame heater and a single 12 volt light that operated from the starter battery on the car. Shore power was one 120 volt outlet, and one 120 volt ceiling light.