We went "out west"

 
 
 

In October, 2002, we went to visit some of  the great national parks "out west."

Susan had never been there, and wanted
to see what there was to see.

We took about three weeks.
Six thousand miles of driving.
The ol' van has 208,000 miles on it now.
The weather cooperated really well. Bright blue skies.

And we discoveed some things about ourselves and our relationship.


 
 
 

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We visited Susan’s family in Green Forest, Arkansas. That’s not far from Eureka Springs, AR, where there is a big cat (and bear) rescue organization. We visited their “ranch” and even saw a liger (lion-tiger).

Driving through Oklahoma and the panhandle of Texas was mostly pretty bleak prairie, though there were some rolling hills. I became reacquainted with goatsheads; embedded in socks, they hurt!

In Santa Fe, NM, we witnessed an anti-Iraq-war march that started in front of the state capitol building with a five-person marimba band. 

There were even some WW2 veterans protesting from their position of age and experience. 

Just down the street and around the corner from the march, there was a parochial school having a fall fair ...

-- which attracted some of the denizens of the hinterland.

In the national forest above Santa Fe, the aspens were turning their bright gold autumn finery.

We met a Navajo shepherd when we first entered Arizona, just west of Gallup, NM. His sheep had strayed a bit further west than usual. He was proud of his service to his country, in the Air Force during the Korean Conflict. 

His brother, he said, lives in Phoenix; about 15 days’ walk to the southwest, he pointed.
The red sandstone is spectacular in the Painted Desert. Much of the Petrified Forest is moonscape. They are both part of the same National Park.
The Grand Canyon is still there, a great, breathtaking hole in the ground.  One does not capture it in photographs.
On the other hand, Apache Canyon, near Page, AZ, to the northeast of the Grand Canyon, has a narrow passage reminiscent of “the siq,” a similar but larger passage leading to Petra (in Jordan). The light effects in this passage were far more spectacular, because of its narrowness. The Navajo tour guide called it the “corkscrew.”

Lake Powell, also at Page, AZ, presented us with a spectacular boatride through some of the narrow canyons flooded when the Glen Canyon dam was built. It is down 75 feet from its usual level, but is still 550 feet deep just above the dam. The white on the canyon walls is the “bathtub ring” a mixture of minerals and algae.
Zion National Park had as much variety of rock formations as the Grand Canyon. Again, so hard to capture.

(Mt. Carmel Junction is the last settlement east of Zion NP, and has a nifty little resort with a nine-hole golf course. The course was established to provide sufficient water rights for a motel owner in the 1960s. It is out of cell phone coverage!)


Babbling brooks and mixed forests abound in Colorado. 

And several of the mountains we saw were already snow-capped.

The Garden of the Gods in Colorado Springs is a place I visit whenever I’m in Colorado. This is the first time I actually saw the view that suggests the name. Susan was having trouble breathing, so we skipped Pikes Peak.

 
 
Fifty years ago in my Lionel train days, I learned about the operation of a hump in a railroad yard. This trip, I saw one in operation for the fist time in my life. It is the same principle as an IP router. Incoming trains are broken up and outgoing trains are made up using gravity to move the cars from incoming to outgoing.


 
 

In Chicago, we visited the church at which my grandfather was priest until his death in 1947. I was an acolyte there when I visited. 
Louis Sullivan, a teacher of Frank Lloyd Wright, designed the building. 

Sullivan and Tiffany were buddies, and the chandelier is Tiffany. 

In the windows, you see some of the influence upon Wright.

The rooftop adjacent to the priest's apartment is where my grandmother raised chickens for food in the 1930s and 40s. Now, when the leaves are not on the trees, from there, Father John says, you can see the three tallest buildings in the world.

There were quite a few pictures on the walls in the meeting hall adjacent to the church, and some had my grandfather in them. (He’s the leftmost clergy, front row.) 

Father John and matushka are the rightmost in the meeting hall, preparing for a rummage sale. 

That’s what I did on my October vacation.