Showing posts with label Alaska. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alaska. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

National pride, National Contentment, National Health

National Parks again…so important, our national jewels, I must write more!

If you have not been to a national park, national monument, wildlife preserve, national forest or any other public lands in a while, get going.  These lands are this country's greatest treasures and   are stunning examples of beauty and splendor and peace.   They represent the best of "government of the people, by the people, for the people," and stand in sharp contrast to what's happening for-profit on our land.  Cities and towns and  highways are clogged with ugly development.  This spirit-killing growth is brought to us, all too frequently, by corporate power, the same power the Republicans want to turn our public lands over to for private exploitation.    

We had traveled too many miles along roads showcasing ugly to be tranquil.  Yet, as we stood on the edge looking deep into Bryce Canyon, the splendor erased our travel weariness and political unease.  To our right was a Japanese family on vacation.  Their darling little girl was delightedly jumping around as only a small child can do.  Her parents were snapping photo after photo, first of the canyon and then of the family.  On our left  were teenagers on a school field trip, stunned into a few moments of silence by the canyon's sheer beauty before  leaping into a photo-taking frenzy.  A young family from Canada asked me to take their picture.   They posed in such a proper manner I asked them to do something silly for a second photo.  They were at first embarrassed by this unknown woman, asking them to do something silly, but then they sprung into action.  I'll never see the "silly" photo but I'm willing to bet it's a favorite -- all four of them flung their hands in crazy directions and put their bodies into crooked crazy angles and giggled with delight.


Bryce Canyon

Happy people from all over  the world gather on our nation's public lands.  They bond over the beauty and majesty.  All through the land, with cameras clicking and folks oohing and awing, friendships are forming.  The Grand Canyon, Arches, Mesa Verde, the Statue of Liberty, Glacier, Crater Lake, Big Bend, Denali, Everglades, and more are high on vacation destination dreams.   Often the dream is to see all 59 national parks, 121 national monuments or to hike as many national forests as can be squeezed into a life time.


Big Bend, Texas

Everglades, Florida

Empire State Building,  New York

Mesa Verde, Colorado

Cascade Mountains,  Washington

If our Washington DC cocooned politicians would travel this country, outside their chauffeur driven black cars, with a walking stick and walking shoes, exploring the nooks and crannies like we do, there would be no talk of  public land swaps, giveaways or privatization.  If they allowed themselves to get down and dirty -- camp, hike, swim, fish, build sand castles, observe wildlife, talk with park visitors -- they too would "fall in love with this land".   Fortunately, our dear President Barack Obama  did just that when he and his family visited Yosemite this year.  It inspired these words:

"I think that the way a place like this imprints itself in you, especially when you're young, and carries on the rest of your life, is remarkable.  I do believe that when we get kids,  families, out in the open spaces, it changes them.  It roots you.  It gives you a sense that there's something bigger and grander than you.  It gives you a sense of order."

I find it ironic that in this centennial year of our national parks, the Republican Party platform would have them struck dead, or at the very least turned over to profiteers for ruin and squander, as if squeezing the life out of them with draconian budget cuts has not been severe enough. 




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"The parks do not belong to one state or to one section… The Yosemite, the Yellowstone, the Grand Canyon are national properties in which every citizen has vested interest; they belong as much to the man of Massachusetts, of Michigan, of Florida, as they do to the people of California, of Wyoming, and of Arizona.  Who will gainsay that the parks contain the highest potentialities of national pride, national contentment, and national health?  A visit inspires love of country; begets contentment; engenders pride of possession; contains the antidote for national restlessness… He is a better citizen with a keener appreciation of the privilege of living here who has toured the national parks."

~ Stephen T. Mather
 NPS Director, 1917 - 1929

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Strangers' Faces

One of the greatest pleasures of traveling are the people one meets. Traveling is not just seeing the sights and checking them off on the want-to-see-list, its finding the stuff of life -- great people doing engaging things in interesting ways. Way back in March, at Capitol Reef, we met Melanie and Martin. Perhaps it's knowing a vehicle like this must have interesting owners or perhaps it was eating apple pie for breakfast together the next morning? Who knows, but we felt friendship behind these strangers' faces, exchanged contact information, and made promises to meet again.





Then we followed one another's blogs (Our Alaska Aventure). And then, after miles and miles of road, this bad ass jeep (The BAMF), heading south from Alaska to San Francisco, swerved to Langley.  Look who ended up in our driveway.


Melanie & Martin at Fredley Home

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An outstandingly fun rendezvous on Whidbey Island, to be followed by a California rendezvous, when next we head south.


Brad, Yessi, Dianne, Ed, Fran & Martin
Yessi, Dianne, Ed, Fran, Martin & Melanie



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"A friend may be waiting behind a stranger's face."

~ Maya Angelou, Letter to My Daughter








Saturday, April 25, 2015

All-American Road

Scenic Byway 12, Utah




The Utah License Plate says it all, "Life Elevated". Utah might be the most beautiful state in the union, or it might be Alaska, Maine or Washington? Who knows? But Utah, oh my, Utah! What an amazing place. We are captivated. First one scenic highway, and then another, but the most recent, Scenic Byway 12, might take first place.




This byway offers 122 miles of outrageous! Reefs, ridges, canyons, valleys and mountains -- all needing exploration and exclamation. We've been traveling this highway for a week now and aren't done yet.

It all began for us in the little town of Torrey, gateway to Scenic Byway 12.

Boulder Mountain is the first outrageous view along the way, with Aspen forests as far as the eye can see and even a little snow for the pup.












Boulder was next with outstanding eating options. Both Hell's Backbone Grill and Burr Trail Grill offer fine meals and, if you're not camping, or sick of it, there's a good-looking lodge called Boulder Mountain Lodge.

Right next to the Burr Trail Grill, is the 30-mile Burr Trail. A must drive, or bike, or walk. We did all three, as well as two nights of boondocking under this beautiful pine.











New Home Bench followed, with the highway running along a high ridge with steep dropoffs on both sides, causing gasps of delight, or was it fear? Not a time to take one's eyes off the road, but impossible not to.













Our day ends on Spencer Flat Road, where we boondock far, far away from civilization.






In the morning we retrace our steps a bit to enjoy the Kiva Koffeehouse. A must stop for great coffee and an outstanding raspberry muffin, both upstaging the spectacular view.

Just outside Escalante is Hole-in-the-Rock Road. 4-wheel drive recommended. Too rough for us to drive very far, but we did boondock on it about 10 miles out.





Returning to Escalante, we stopped at a small outdoor museum that interpets the Hole-in-the-Rock expedition. Traveling in a tiny covered wagon leaves me speechless. The Mormon pioneers were tough and committed folks.




Escalante offers many needed services, such as dumping, recharging, laundry, showers and groceries. An outfitter store served good coffee and a tasty muffin. Also, way back in the far corner of the store, behind a locked cage, is a tiny liquor store. The only wine we've found in two weeks. We purchased the one and only bottle of Merlot. This is Utah, afterall! Mostly a BYO kind of state.

We hiked in Escalante Canyon, on a solid sand trail, with switchback after switchback across the stream. Benton and I waded with delight. Ed's challenge was to keep his feet dry. After six miles of sand, we were exhausted, and spoke in wonder of Brad's longest PCT hiking day of 45 miles. Surely he didn't have sand!








Bryce Canyon -- a must see! We are camped here as I write, waiting out a storm. It rained last night, with more rain, and perhaps snow, expected throughout the weekend. There is sticky, slick mud everywhere! Hiking is almost impossible. In no time, each shoe weights 10 lbs extra with accummulated mud. If it warms up and stops raining, we'll ride a bike trail we spotted between Bryce Canyon and Red Canyon.











Scenic Byway 12, ends shortly after leaving Red Canyon, a perfect grand finale to this 122-mile tour.








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"It's the roughest country you or anybody else ever seen; it's nothing in the world but rocks and holes, hills and hollows."
Elizabeth M. Decker, Hole-in-the-Rock pioneer