Friday, July 31, 2009
Asheville, North Carolina and the Blue Ridge Parkway
Tennessee to North Carolina
The Hermitage
July 27
Nashville, TN
7/26-27
Little Rock, Arkansas
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
OK by Me
The Mane Event
7/24
The Sixth Floor
Monday, July 27, 2009
Wichita Falls, Texas
July 22-24
New Mexico Fiber Arts Trail
More About Battle Mountain
Albuquerque
July 21
In Albuquerque, we visit the “old town” section, a colorful magnet for the tourist trade. In addition to its expensive jewelry shops and cheap souvenir shops, the old town has interesting architecture and the definite imprint of its Native American populations.
I am delighted to encounter an open courtyard performance of a Zuni elder with the unlikely name of Fabian, who sings and dances in his native tradition, in full (and no-doubt oppressively hot) ceremonial regalia. His costume includes enormous feathers which make him, at times, appear to be a giant bird, swooping and nearly flying in his energetic dance. His multi-layered garb features hand embroidery, mostly crafted by his wife (who sings with him) and extensive beadwork, most of which is his own work. He tell me that he had to earn the right to wear many of the elements of his ceremonial costume. Much of the embellishment, especially the beadwork, is particular to his family. When another tourist asks is she can photograph his beadwork, he agrees, but implores, “Please do not copy my beadwork.” It is replete with meaning that is sacred to his family.
Albuquerque is an interesting town, and we have too little time to even do a good job of scratching its surface. We realize that our plan to make it to Santa Fe this afternoon was way too ambitious (aka unrealistic). But we are okay with the promise of a return visit. Next summer, we plan to return to this interesting city for Convergence, the national conference of the Handweavers’ Guild of America. I have yearned to attend this fiberworks’ feast since the first (and only) time I attended, about 20 or so years ago, when it was held in the D.C. area. This time, by golly, I think I will.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Life in the Desert
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Meteor!
July 20
What it is – of course – is a hole in the plateau and a hole in the ground. A very, very big hole in the plateau. The crater is nearly a mile across and over 550 feet deep. It is the site of the largest meteor to hit planet Earth – an event that occurred 50,000 years ago. The giant meteor is judged to have weighed millions of tons, although all that remains of the meteor today is a small iron-nickel specimen and a collection of smaller fragments.
Today, on this 40th anniversary of the lunar landing, it is fitting that we two vagabonds should be visiting this inanimate invader from outer space.
Into Every Life Some Rain Must Fall
July 20
Most of this trip has been top-down weather, except for the brutal heat of Death Valley and some rain in the Rockies. But today in Flagstaff, Arizona – one of the driest towns in the U.S. – the skies have opened up, pouring torrents on the town as we sit in our car outside the Flagstaff Post Office.
No matter. We can sit this one out. We have checks to write, letters to complete, while we sit in the car. We figure that the storm is likely to blow over quickly; we can see the sun already fighting its way through the clouds.
But as we sit engrossed in discussing our checks and letters, Garry and I are rudely interrupted by the jarring sound and jolt of metal upon metal. Startled, we look up to see a large white city utility van that has just missed its mark while attempting to navigate its way into the parking space in front of us. The driver knows tat he has “touched” us, and tries to right a wrong by backing up. Bad move. Garry honks the horn, but maybe the driver can’t hear it through the pouring rain. He hits us again. Again a honk, louder. Again he backs up. Bam!
Three strikes, and the passenger in the truck gets out into the torrential downpour, and asks us to back up. He knows he’s hit us now.
I am as crushed as little Sebrina (my pet name for my pretty blue Chrysler Sebring). “Don’t be that way”, I try to tell myself. Nobody is hurt, the car is still operational – just dents and cracks and bruises to the front bumper, side panel, and headlight.
The young city worker who miscalculated so badly is duly apologetic, remorseful. Perhaps he can read in my face how this pains me. Sebrina has been our faithful companion from coast to coast and partway back again, the key player in this big road trip. And she’ll continue to carry us, with fine performance despite a bruised face. We’ll get her fixed when we get home. For the rest of the trip, we’ll have to remember to take photos only of her good side.
The Grand Canyon
July 19
We weren’t planning to visit Hoover Dam, since we’d been there before, in 1997. But the road from Henderson to Grand Canyon City takes us right through the dam area, so we can’t avoid stopping to gawk once again at this amazing feat of engineering in the middle of the beautiful Nevada desert.
The views on this trip are beautiful, as we wend our way to the National Geographic’s Grand Canyon visitor center. “This, “ says Garry, “is the jumping-off point for the activities in the canyon’s South Rim.” I grimace at his unfortunate word choice.
Once at the visitor center, we have a host of treats ahead of us. First, a preview of what we are to see – a movie on the big IMAX movie screen that has us marveling, holding our breath, and ducking, as the larger-than-life scene takes us on a glider plane’s-eye-view of this natural wonder, the Grand Canyon.
Then, we head on a small tour bus with our able young guide, Angie, who gives us a fact-filled tour of the south Rim. This high plateau, over 7,000 feet high, is the third highest plateau in the world. She introduces us to the trees that live there: the Ponderosa pine, which smells like butterscotch; the Pinon pine, whose tiny nuts are harvested carefully by native workers (who are the only people who are allowed to gather the pine nuts which are used by industry and the public as-is or in making pesto); and the juniper, with its large blue berries.
Angie fills us in on some of the fascinating lore of the native peoples of the canyon, early pioneering explorers, and recent follies such as the fellow who only two weeks ago drove his car off the ledge in a Thelma-&-Louise gesture to end it all. (He accomplished his mission. The car is yet to be retrieved from the bottom of the canyon.) She also gives us little geology lessons, as we peer in amazement at the breathtaking, multi-layered, multi-colored scene before us.
No Condiment Canyon, Either (inside joke)
Lost Vegas
July 17-18
Well, we spent two days on the outskirts of Las Vegas, but never quite made it up to The Strip.
Somehow, we can’t seem to motivate ourselves this week to get elbow-to-elbow with big crowds of fortune hunters; or to get bumper-to-bumper with recipients of free casino drinks; or to feed our hard-earned coins into a slot machine. The Fiesta casino-hotel in Henderson is Las Vegas enough for us. We chose this hotel because AAA told us that it was a decent place – and with a price tag of $21 for the night, we felt that we’d hit a jackpot of sorts.
So, we are using our time in Henderson instead to take care of little details: get the car an oil change, pay bills, etc. We try to find Sharman, the artisan who created the beautiful beaded capelets that you may have seen me wear from time to time through the years. I purchased my first Sharman capelet in Utah six years ago, but never got to meet its maker. But now, alas, we are disappointed: when we arrive at her shop address, we find only an empty storefront, with the sign taken down. We fear that this is more evidence of these tough economic times.
But as it turns out, Sharman has closed her store but remains in business at www.sharmark.com. So at least I get to meet her online, in a brief and friendly exchange.
The highlight of our Henderson stay is a rare opportunity for us to visit with the Troys (parents of our daughter-in-law, Sharon). They greet us warmly, and we enjoy a delightful evening together. As an added bonus, we arrive in time to celebrate Buster’s second birthday, a very big deal in the Troy house (Buster being the energetic family pup).
Friday, July 17, 2009
As Low as You Can Go
Mojave Desert
July 15-16
California Coast
It is a thrill a minute on the California coastal highway, as we curve and sway through exciting winding roads along the edge of the cliffs overlooking incredible views of America's western coast. It's a death-defying, breath-taking, awe-inspiring journey! My feeble attempts at capturing the splendor by camera just cannot come close to reproducing the visual experience. And the visual is only a small part of this experience. The sounds of the pounding surf, the birds, and even the elephant seals' song are so much a part of the experience. And the fragrances of the journey: lovely pine; the wild fennel that grows in remarkable profusion; wild mint; flowering trees; and of course, the salty aroma of the sea, ever-present and ever-evocative.
Shower in Walnut Creek
7/12/09
More Heart in San Francisco
I love this town! There is music at ever street corner, and in between, too. That was my very first impression when I came to town the first time, to visit my brother Gerry in 1971 -- and that impression has been renewed with every return visit through the decades.
Monday, July 13, 2009
I Left My Heart in San Francisco
We are spending four nights downtown in San Francisco, right in the midst of all the action (of which there is plenty!). We are down the street from Union Square, and just three Bart stops away from Tim & Sharon's place in the Mission District. There is music everywhere, at street corners, subway stations, cable car stops. Love it!
Sea to Shining Sea
It is always a great thrill to see the Golden Gate Bridge, but more so this time, when it signifies that we have made it all the way across, from the Atlantic to the Pacific. Garry says he has goosebumps, and fills up with the emotion of imagining how soldiers and sailors must have felt when, war-wary, they viewed this symbol of home and knew that they had made it. We have logged 3,700 miles on our marvelous journey.
Wine, Dairy, and Horse Country -- Napa, Sonoma, & Marin
July 9 -- We are on our way from Benecia to San Francisco, driving the indirect scenic route through the North Bay. Our quest is to take an advance peek at the places where, a month from now, we will be enjoying Brad & Becky's Rehearsal Dinner and celebrating their wedding.