“Eagles: When they walk, they stumble. They are not what one would call graceful. They were not designed to walk. They fly. And when they fly, oh, how they fly, so free, so graceful. They see from the sky what we never see.” – Unknown
Our adventures took us to Salt Lake City this past weekend. On a whim, we drove the almost six hours north to visit the capitol city of Utah on Saturday. We prefer booking a hotel close the center of the city. This allows us to walk to the sights. Therefore, we found accommodations only one half block from the center of town. After all, we only had one afternoon and evening to explore the area. We like to be near the action!
Naturally we started at Temple Square. Brigham Young and his followers have created an impressive place to tour. While the temple itself is not open to the public, everything else is available. Despite our best efforts, we only had time to explore about half of the twelve buildings there. Eager, friendly young people fill the square and stand at each building, ready to answer any questions. I am impressed by their ability to refrain from pushing their mission too hard while still welcoming tourists. We watched videos, toured houses, read signs and, as a result, learned a lot. Even our fellow tourists were friendly and kind. Like begets like, I think.
Next stop was the Utah state capitol. This sits on the top of the hill above downtown Salt Lake City. Walking uphill increased our breathing and heart rates but the climb was worthwhile. The building is full of beautiful white granite designed to make the most of the natural grain in the stone. Consequently, wedding photographers from around the area find the capitol a perfect spot to pose in their gowns. We saw many beautiful women being photographed on the steps, in the alcoves and against the sparkling walls. Every single bride looked dazzling.
The city lights up at night with trees full of twinkle lights and buildings lit with colorful spot lights. Things felt safe since there were plenty of fellow travelers and many shops open late to lure us in. Those of you who know us will realize we zeroed in on a brewery called Squatter’s. Their motto is “Good for what ales you” and it certainly was. The bartender served us food, beer and friendly conversation. Somehow, he found time on a busy Saturday night to talk with us about snowboarding, traveling and life.
Sunday morning brought the best experience of the trip, listening to the Mormon Tabernacle choir. We arrived early enough to hear the rehearsal. We listened to their accomplished director make small corrections to an already amazing performance. A couple of the choir members talked to the audience about auditioning, practices and finding inspiration in the music they get to sing. Then, after a request for quiet, we watched cameramen filming the half hour live broadcast. The music filled the hall and me with its power. What a privilege to be present for this display of musical talent.
Finally, the ride back to Natural Bridges brought more beautiful scenery. We added in a stop to visit a friend in Green River and another for vanilla malts in Hanksville. I highly recommend all of the three (yes, three) restaurants in little Hanksville, Utah. Each time we eat here we come home full and happy. This time was no exception. The entire weekend gave us joy.
“Remember, a chip on the shoulder is a sure sign of wood higher up.” – Brigham Young
Current political changes feel as if they are out of my control. I think many of us are worried about the future, on both sides of the aisle. When I am afraid, I become paralyzed. I tell myself I am too small to make a difference. I curl up on the couch under the blanket and despair. Yet, little action steps can lead me out of this scared rabbit reaction. Asking questions rather than demanding agreement, reacting with kindness to angry words and even picking up litter on the trail help me remember that I can make a difference in the world, in this small way.
The New Year brings a lot of attention on goal setting. These visions are designed to spur us into action, to take steps towards who we want to be. Though goals can motivating, they are intimidating. It is all good to say “I will lose 30 pounds this year” or I will change the world. It is quite another to actually figure out how to do it. Even harder is to sustain the energy to accomplish large goals. I am very good at coming up with ideas, not so good at the follow through.
Oh, I start out well. Going to the gym for the first three days is exhilarating. The problem resides in the fourth through the three hundred and sixty second day. I understand that many great athletes work out every single day. Though, they do vary their routines to be light on some of those days, maintaining the momentum keeps them on track. Plus, the habit of moving every day becomes ingrained.
While I understand this idea, the thought of never taking a day off sounds exhausting. Then I remember the One Day At A Time philosophy of the Twelve Step programs. I don’t have to do this every day. I only have to do this today. Tomorrow will take care of itself.
With that in mind, I find I can take action on my dreams. Often, I only have time or energy to do one thing a day. But three hundred and sixty five actions can lead to big things. Maybe not a belly that is flatter, but towards a body that is stronger, a retirement account that is larger, a blog that is well-written and a world where kindness is the norm. How are your goals going? Maybe just do one thing today. We can do this together.
“Just For Today I will try to live through this day only, and not tackle all my problems at once.” – Al-Anon Family Groups
After three months of teaser storms, consisting of rain, hail and ice, it began to snow yesterday at Natural Bridges National Monument and it hasn’t stopped. My friends in Estes Park will smile and pat me on the head (they have had MUCH more snow than that), but we have received about a foot of snow in the past 24 hours.
Dave is out plowing the roads while I operated a snow shovel to tackle the sidewalks. The Park workers concentrate on the visitor areas and making sure the roads are as safe as possible. I took care of the residential area, making pathways to the laundry area, the office and the only place in the park where we get occasional cell phone service. Shoveling the sidewalks is rewarding, as I can see the results of my efforts. Although the continually falling snow is currently erasing that progress. Consequently, I foresee more shoveling ahead.
This morning, I accompanied Dave on his first snowplow pass over the nine-mile road around the park. This drive allows visitors to visit each of the three natural bridges plus offers beautiful views from the pull-outs. The level of the snow changed as we drove through the park. In some areas, the clouds covered the landscape and, at times, the snow made finding the road a challenge.
Then the curves of the road brought us to a spot where the sun was doing its best to peek through. The wind died down and the snow quit for a moment, just long enough to snap a picture.
“Kindness is like snow—It beautifies everything it covers.” – Kahlil Gibran
Luckily, my family falls into the category of being friends. Not everyone can say that. In fact, I know many people have deicded to create new families of the heart, made up of friends who they can trust and depend on through thick and thin. I am fortunate enough to have both friends and family to love.
Naturally there have been multiple studies to determine the benefits of having friends. Not too surprisingly, there are many benefits when we have strong relationships in our lives. We have less stress, better health, increased happiness and actually live longer. The support we receive makes such a difference that it helps us make better choices. Studies show that people with good social relationships exercise more and drink less. (Of course, sometimes my crew encourages me to drink more. But those times are always accompanied by connection, laughter and love which feels like a very healthy choice.)
My best friends are the ones who make me laugh. They drop everything to help me when I call. They are ones who come to mind when I need to talk and they won’t judge me. True friends are the ones who let me share my pain, but also tell me their troubles. We take turns being strong.
The hardest part of traveling for the past six years is maintaining the bonds I have made over time, and still creating a space for new people in my life. I do treasure all the connections I have made. I am grateful for social media in that it allows me to stay in contact with so many people. Friendship is precious, even if it has to turn into a long-distance relationship. My widespread community keeps me steady and grateful for their on-going support. Yes, friends bring me joy.
“A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow.”
― William Shakespeare
Reading brings me one of the greatest joys I have in my life. There is nothing like opening a new book and beginning the adventure. I never know where it will lead.
Let’s be honest. Reading allows me to escape. Don’t get me wrong. My life is great. But it is so nice to dive into a different world, dive so deeply that my connection to real life gets fuzzy. When my kids were young and I found a good book, they would have to shout my name to get my attention. The word “mom” had no meaning to me. I was a dragon rider, a rich tycoon or Southern belle. It is easy to tune out everything else, living out an imaginary life rich with new experiences and interesting people. To this day, my poor husband has to say my name several times to get my attention when I read.
Finding new reading material with a vagabond lifestyle can be tricky. Traveling in an RV offers a bonus. Each campground has a lending library, mainly composed of well-thumbed paperbacks. Because we are all on the road, we bring our own used books. When we head out the next day with a new-to-me book in my hand, I have left one behind for the next traveler and it is an even trade.
Kindles and Nooks work great too, don’t they? They have the very latest novels and the most up-to-date non-fiction titles. One of their best features is that I can adjust the print size. It is large-print-books on demand. I can get service almost anywhere, which is unusual. One problem: They are thin enough that I will tuck them away and can’t find them. I often forget where I have put it. So irritating.
Libraries offer amazing benefits as well. The first thing I do when I arrive in a new town is locate the library. It is usually in the center of town, always has friendly, knowledgeable librarians and has free WiFi. Some towns only have funds to keep them open a few hours a week. Others have over-flowing shelves. They all give me a chance to browse the newest releases. I love libraries almost as much as I love reading. However, when I am passing through, I can’t check out the books. Luckily, my home town has an online lending library. I can check out books to be read on my computer even though I am far from Denver. What a luxury.
But the truth is I still prefer holding a book and turning the pages. I also like seeing how far along I am in the story and being able to flip back when I want to check something. E-readers make that difficult. So I prefer real books. Still I find joy in reading, no matter where I am or what I am holding. I am grateful that I love to read. It opens so many doors and leads me down many paths.
“Reading is a basic tool in the living of a good life.” – Joseph Addison
Learning new things is both exciting and difficult. I love the process of following my curiousity into a new topic. Back in the day, I used encyclopedias and card catalogs to look for information. I loved sitting at those big tables at the library, reading and taking notes, absorbing the knowledge even if I didn’t know where it would lead. Of course, I did not like the tests at the end, those exams covering topics that the professors thought were important to learn. Still I enjoyed the process of devouring the information, even I resisted regurgitating it on demand.
Don’t you love the resources we have available today? The internet offers amazing opportunities to pursue any interest, at a moment’s notice. Podcasts invite me to spend a pleasant hour (or two, or three) learning about topics I never knew I would like. TED talks open the doors to exciting “ideas worth talking about.” Online libraries bring almost every book I can imagine right into my computer. It sparks my desire to delve deep into topics that interest me. All of this wealth means I can talk about new ideas rather than the weather. Bonus!
Yes, we have to filter the information. Fake news and opinion pieces presented as facts can skew my views. I can lose myself in the information overload if I am not selective. But these days I have access to a buffet of knowledge, enough to satisfy my desire to educate myself on a cornucopia of subjects. Of course, now my learning has a different test. Can I use this information again? Where will this help me or the people in my life? Still, in most cases, there is no final exam. Now that is joy.
“Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.” Mahatma Gandhi
“Wilderness is not a luxury but a necessity of the human spirit.” – Edward Abbey
I journeyed back into the wilderness this weekend. Dave and I drove to Zion National Park, a day long ride through country that has left me without words to describe the beauty. One hour south of our current town lies Monument Valley. This famous view has been in many movies, but the impact of these enormous buttes even more awe-inspiring in person. This is spectacular and they are just the beginning of a long road with these kind of views. The road took us into Arizona and past miles of red cliffs, deep canyons and desert beauty.
We stayed in Arizona just long enough to drive to the Glen Canyon Dam, where Lake Powell begins and to visit Horseshoe Bend near Page, Arizona. While I took many pictures of Horseshoe Bend, none of them do this justice. Check out my friend Jeremiah’s post http://www.jeremiahsr.com/p1038564422/h66db684 to get a real taste of the beauty. It is worth the click!
On to Zion National Park. We entered Zion via the Zion- Mount Carmel highway, a breath-taking road full of spectacular views. The road leads into a mile-long tunnel built into the mountain. The tunnel twists and turns in the dark, with surprise windows cut into the side of the mountain where you can glimpse the cliffs across the way. It comes out the other side of the mountain and into the heart of the park, Zion Canyon.
This National Park has many hikes and adventures, from mild to wild. We chose to do one of the “strenuous” hikes into the Narrows, a canyon still being cut by the Virgin river. The hike was unique for us. After a beautiful and deceptively calm stroll alongside the river, the hike leads you into the canyon and then into the river itself. The river led us upstream, where there were occasional times we could walk on sand but mostly we were splashing along in knee deep water. It turns out walking upstream on rocks is challenging. Yet the experience was exhilarating, especially as we learned how
to navigate the stream. Different colors meant that we could begin to tell what water was deep, where the sand was, which rocks were more slippery (usually) and where the easiest path would likely be. I am grateful for the experience. I am grateful we had sturdy hiking sticks and closed toe shoes. I am also very grateful we made it back to the shuttle bus safe and sound for the ride back to the visitor center.
The shuttle bus has multiple stops, each one with tempting hikes, museums and information about the flora and fauna of the park. As we just had the one day there, we only sampled a couple of the options. We could have stayed so much longer. We will have to go back.
On the drive back to Blanding, we stopped at the Coral Pink Sand Dunes State Park. It is similar to the Great Sand Dunes in Colorado, but nearby red rocks color the sand a beautiful pink. We climbed up to get the best view and while we were there we saw the elusive Coral Pink Tiger Beetle, a tiny bug that can live in those dry desert dunes despite the lack of water and intense summer heat. We watched one climb towards the top of the dune only to be blown down again from an unfriendly gust of wind. Yet, undaunted, it never stopped heading towards to top. It was a lesson in persistence and determination. Very impressive.
We are at our home base now, planning our next adventures. There is so much to do within 5 hours of here, the two months we get to stay will fly by. I am thankful that I have the opportunity to experience this magical place while I can. Yes, I am blessed.
Our current adventure has brought us to Southeastern Utah. Dave is working for the National Park Service and has been working at Rocky Mountain National Park for the past 3 summers. This year he has the chance to work for Natural Bridges, a small park with 3 natural bridges formed as the rivers cut through the sandstone mesas creating buttes and sometimes bridges between curves in the river. The biggest bridge in the United States is Rainbow Bridge accessible by a boat ride on Lake Powell. The second biggest bridge is Sipapu, here at Natural Bridges.
The bridge is huge and, if you are game, you can walk down a short, but challenging trail to walk underneath it’s span. It is a fun trip because we had to use ladders, hand-holds and little scrambling to get to the valley floor.
We walked under Sipapu then headed along the river bed towards Kachina bridge. The walk was amazing. We saw lizards, flowers, trees, and cactus while being surrounded by towering canyon walls and a brilliant blue sky.
Once in the canyon, we found an ancient ruin and spotted some pictographs. Although we didn’t see any, we heard that there are often petrified wood pieces washed down from the mesa during the monsoon season. And the land is still being formed by wind and water. In 1995, a large chunk of the Kachina bridge fell, changing the shape dramatically in an instant.
At the end of our hike we climbed up out of the valley. This proved to be fairly challenging as it is fairly steep, but they provide some hand-rails and ladders to help with the hardest parts. The trip was totally worth it!
There are so many more parks and places to explore here. More adventures to come.