Monday, December 8, 2014
The four legged animals also welcomed me cheerfully -- including the Best Wedding Present Ever, also known as Poptart.
|Coco and Graysia|
Recovering in Round Hill, Virginia, from three hours' dancing with the truckers again, up the Shenandoah Valley on Interstate 81. Still trying not to think about the tanker truck with the "Liquified Chicken" label.
Saturday, December 6, 2014
Terrie and Joe, my hosts in Dallas generously sat with their dogs last night to suppress a second a capella performance for the house guest. The dogs really are entertaining -- one marks the beat, one sings tenor, and the other two contribute more or less on-key.
Tonight, though, I will have to settle for the road noise from outside of a Motel 6 in Jackson, Tennessee, the home of railroad legend Casey Jones. Who knew?
|Casey Jones Museum|
Sunday night, I will be back in Virginia; Monday, heading north-northeast and dancing with more 18-wheelers.
Friday, December 5, 2014
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
|Hasta que nos veamos de nuevo, Señor Saguaro|
|Mogollon Rim looking up||Mogollon Rim plateau||Mogollon Rim looking down|
|White sandstone?||Wind blown dunes of White Sand!||Many of us have this kind of morning|
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
Albuquerque, New Mexico. Forty three years ago, I flew in to this town for the ROTC induction records review and medical exam... A lot has changed since then.
Two sharp memories remain: going to a downtown movie theater alone to see "Tora, Tora, Tora!", and the interviewer asking if I knew that one of my references had written that I was not suitable for military service. Vielen Dank, Herr Doktor Flotow.
Hotel Wi-Fi is on its knees, hope to have better luck uploading photos tomorrow.
Monday, December 1, 2014
Stopped in Flagstaff, Arizona, this evening, several hours short of my planned destination -- why? Short response: I missed at least one turn and found myself following GPS navigator instructions along dirt roads winding through the oil rigs in Apache County.
Early morning photo taken from the B&B porch in Grand Junction before one last excellent breakfast prepared by co-proprietors Lee and Young-Ja Garrett.
Traveling west on I-70, I watched the titanic sandstone cliffs and snow-crested hills of the Grand Valley fade gently into -- the titanic sandstone cliffs and snow-crested mountains of Moab County in Utah.
This may be the La Sal Mountain Range.
The shapes in the stone are also very different from Grand Valley, flowing and rounded almost like Gaudi's architecture -- or perhaps the other way around?
The impression that each of these outcrops gives is of a triumphant masterwork done in stone. Looks like the Artist spent a few millenia filling in all the details.
Another discovery unique to the Moab region prompted me to pull quickly off to the side of the road -- a fifty-plus foot high dune of red sand, its fate enthusiastically accelerated by a dozen or so gleeful young vacationers under the watchful eyes of their parents -- at least, of the parents who were not up on the dune themselves!
Continuing south on US 191 after lunch at a small outpost of John Lennon's Revolution -- the Peace Tree Juice Cafe in Monticello -- I noticed a few businesses named "Four Corners", and decided on a short detour in the direction of that rectangular meeting of state jurisdictions overlaid on top of two Native American Nations. It seemed like an easy choice, and worth doing just to see the place again after half a century ....
Since the monument did not come up on the GPS list, I followed the road signs -- and felt certain that I had missed one when the road abruptly changed from pavement to dirt. Oops.
Ignoring the wisdom about retreating from a good hike that Laurie and I had shown on Saturday, I chose to continue southward using GPS directions to head towards Coolidge. Faithfully following those robotic orders and winding around oil derricks on one-lane dirt tracks cut in the desert sand (but ignoring turn directions onto tracks that had not been refreshed recently), I eventually found a paved road leading out of the oil field to US 160 -- with a sign pointing to Four Corners. Serendipity works!
Which left only the small concern of crossing half of the State of Arizona (see map) to get back on course toward Coolidge, with the sun setting in the West. Again, serendipity gave benediction to my wanderings, even though the General Prudential Rule (aka "Don't be stupid!") led me to take shelter in a Flagstaff motel for the evening after the most difficult driving I have done so far this trip. The unexpected rewards were many more astonishing vistas, two of which I was able to photograph.
Strange as they appear, they are not "fx" -- only corrected for contrast.
This Orthanc-like spire sent me into the second fast exit from traffic flow for the day. The center appeared to be over thirty feet high -- possibly more, difficult to judge for lack of perspective.
All of the slabs were turned to near vertical positions. What happened to disturb the ancient sea bed so dramatically?
Experienced Arizona drivers will see in the photograph below not only an example of the magnificent sunsets still seen here on the high desert, but also highway driving conditions that made the two hundred-plus mile drive to Flagstaff both hard on the eyes and somewhat hazardous.
Beauty is like that sometimes -- and often pays small attention to the best-laid of plans.