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Hurry up and Stop

Hurry up and Stop

The Photo Walk Group Assembles

The photo walk was not part of our original schedule.  However, we’ve done the World-wide Photo Walk for the past three years and didn’t want to miss it if we could help it.   We chose one that started a little after 8am and was supposed to be finished by 10am.  It was a good group and we enjoyed it, especially since it was outside our normal environment.  It was, however, nearly 11:30 by the time we finished.

We didn’t leave L.A. until nearly noon.  We resigned ourselves to another schedule adjustment.  After all, nothing is set in stone except the hotel reservations.  Plan A that put us in Moab, Utah by noon on October 1st was revised.    We stopped just north of the city for lunch at a Carl’s Jr., so Jim could have his mythical “favorite burger anywhere,”  and worked out Plan B.  The original plan included a stop at Zion National Park, but Jim was reluctant to spend the time, since we were running later than expected. According to Plan B we were going to make the Arches by mid-afternoon so he could find a good place to, at least, get some nice sunset shots.

Just inside the entry from I-15.

The Arches National Park is one of the major stops on his agenda and he originally intended to spend 3 full days there.  The delay meant that had been cut back to 2 1/2 days.  Miraculously, we didn’t hit any real traffic problems on the way out of the L.A. area and calculating the distance and speed limit he finally agreed we could afford an hour at Zion.  Just a quick drive in and out at the north entrance to buy a National Parks season pass for seniors, with a couple of stops for quick photos of the high points.  Such a foolish idea.  We stopped a couple of places on the way in and, telling ourselves we had a schedule to keep, turned around fairly soon to head out.  However, every few minutes one of us would say, “Look there, I’ve got to have that shot.”   We knew we had lost it when we couldn’t resist the temptation to climb down one of the trails into a small gorge to check out the stream we could hear running along the bottom.

Clear Water Singing Over Stones

As we returned to I-15, we “re-calculated” and decided, if we didn’t stop anywhere else, we could still make Arches by 5 PM.  I used the weather App on my phone to check the sunset time in Moab and it said 7:10 PM.  As navigator, I pulled out the Arches map and made a guess at possible sites we could reach quickly for sunset views.  If you’ve ever driven from Zion toward the Arches, you know how beautiful it is and that the highway department has provided a generous supply of places to pull over safely. The adjustment to Plan B was soon to be blown out of the water.

The first glitch came in the form of gorgeous red cliffs against blue mountains.  I eyed them from the distance for a while as we came down out of a pass.  Finally, I said to Jim, “That’s really nice.”  He said, “Yeah, I’ve been watching it too. Look for a place to pull over.  It’ll only take a minute.”  Can you say “famous last words?”

The fluffy white clouds made stopping even harder to resist.

We soon found ourselves pulling off the highway again in search of Red Cliffs Park.  After spending nearly an hour there, we set our sights on 6pm at Arches and swore we wouldn’t stop again.  You know how well that went, right?  All those convenient pullover spots together with stupendous cliffs and beautiful wide screen vistas are irresistible, especially when you know you may not have another chance to capture them.  We finally gave up as we were flying downhill at 75 miles an hour and Jim said, “Oooo.  Ooo.  Look!  There!” and headed for the breakdown lane.  He couldn’t even wait for a pullover area.  We both broke out laughing.  We were laughing too hard to snap the picture and every time we looked at each other, it started over again.

With Plan B gone for good, we simply gave up.  By the time we got to the Arches, it was fully dark.  We pulled into the park and drove up to the first impressive set of cliffs.  Jim took a couple of night shots, just to have a check-in for Facebook and we went on to Moab to check in to the motel and look for a place to eat.  To all our friends who have suggested that spontaneity should be the method of choice for vacations, it isn’t a good idea for us.  If we didn’t have deadlines to meet, it would probably take us longer to cross the country than the average wagon train took in the 1800s and they didn’t even have cameras.

Moving Along…

Moving Along…

Trying to shoot around big wreckers is difficult.

The trip down from Crestline was typical LA travel.  Switching from one freeway to another with 6 to 8 lanes each way moving at 60 miles an hour, then slowing to a stop-and-go crawl that kept up for about 30 minutes, during which time we went a total of 3 miles.  Accidents on the LA freeways don’t seem to be as common as I remember, but it doesn’t take much to tie up traffic.  This time it was the result of two tractor trailers trying to occupy the same space at once.

For the next couple of days we will be at Ken and Manola Hackman’s home in Studio City.  We had lunch with them at a small local deli called Marv’s.  I had the best Pastrami sandwich in more than 40 years.  Oh yeah, the last one was also here in LA.  On the way here from Jose’s, we swung through the old neighborhood where I lived when my boys were small.  We moved from this house while I was expecting with Chrystal, my oldest daughter, but this is the only address I remember.

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Visiting the Past

Visiting the Past

Feeding My Yearning Eyes

I won’t say that visiting California is like coming home, but it is definitely nostalgic.  I only lived in the LA area for about 6 years and it was nearly 45 years ago.  However, in that relatively short time, I found out that something in my genetic makeup needs mountains.  The desert and beach are nice too, but it is the mountains that my heart has yearned for ever since I moved back home.

I could never live here again for the same reason we moved home in 1967.  It is too far from my family.  The members of the clan have changed since then.  My parents and one of my brothers are gone as well as my aunt and uncle.  That doesn’t lessen the ties that hold me there though.  If anything they are stronger than ever.  My children have grown up and raised families of their own.  All of them live in the Southeast.  I expect to have great grandchildren soon and I can’t participate in their lives from the West coast.

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Exploring the Boundaries

Exploring the Boundaries

outside Albuquerque
Breakfast stop

Although we have been trying to trace down old Route 66 this past week, most of the time we have either been on I40 or within sight of it.  We found lots of interesting small towns and roadside attractions.  We even stopped to photograph many of them.  Yesterday, we left the beaten path.  We decided not to take the interstate highway to Phoenix.

We ignored the urging of the GPS, looked at a REAL map, left the interstate at Winslow, found SR87 and headed south toward our destination.  More than anything else, this impressed upon us how few people travel off “the beaten path.”  We went for miles without seeing another car.  The towns and gas stations were widely scattered in this desert country. At first, the land was mostly flat and empty.  The road was only two lanes and there was no breakdown lane.  In the far distance, we could see the lower ridges of the mountains long before we started to climb.

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Technical Difficulties…

Technical Difficulties…

Cinderalla's coach awaits you in Memphis

In Memphis and here in Tucumcari, the wifi networks are secured.  It requires a password, not just to use the network, but even to make a connection.  The message says “contact your network administrator.” That would be Jim.  He also had no luck.  I got up an hour early this morning (more on that later) and spent the time digging through my Network Administration class memories and (Thanks to Chet Cunningham for his excellent teaching) figured out how to get around the problem.  Hopefully, if we run into it again, I’ll be able to remember what I did without investing so much time.

So, my early rising is due to Blackberry.  Apparently, they think alarms are supposed to be a relative setting, not a literal one.  When the cell phone changed the system time to match the new time zone yesterday, it also changed the times on my alarms, so they are all going off an hour early.  Needless to say, I fixed the alarm clock immediately, but I couldn’t go back to sleep anyway.  Now I will have to go through my calendar and todo lists today and fix all my reminders, they are also going off an hour early.  What a pain.  This means, I’ll have to go through the same routine every time we cross a time zone.  Very poor design RIM.  Maybe there’s a setting someplace for telling it to STOP THAT.  That will be my preoccupation while Jim is driving today.

RT 66 has spawned murals everywhere...even inside our motel garage.

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