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Our Arizona Week - August 2007

11/22/2014

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August 2007
I have a friend who once traveled with me, she was such a good sport – let’s go to Arizona I said, the Grand Canyon is something I’ve always wanted to see.  She said yes, and she didn’t even mind going in August.  Okay, the reason this time period was chosen was because it would be close to the end of most of the travel season for families (school was beginning), and both rims of the Grand Canyon would still be open.  Thus, we spent six really interesting days in the west. 

We flew out, this time Southwest Airlines, on August 29, for Las Vegas – plane change in Albuquerque.   When we arrived in Vegas, we got our rent car (a cute red Caliber) and headed up to the Hoover Dam.   Awesome, do I need to repeat, awesome!  It so amazes me that this engineering marvel was built in 1936 in the middle of a desert.  Of course, it took a mind boggling, beau coups amount of cement, men, dirt and sweat!  We walked across the dam, as did many tourists – and, yes, it was definitely a hot day!  We left the dam and drove south to Route 66 and headed over to Flagstaff.  This took about 3 hours, if I recall properly.

After arriving in Flagstaff, we finally located our little motel – I think we actually drove by it several times.  Upon checking in, we set out on foot to explore the town.  I fell in love.  It was such a charming town; easy to navigate, attractive and quiet, a comfortable atmosphere.  We stayed around Flagstaff the next day, visited a branch of the Public Library – it was a nice facility, a cooperative effort between the community college and the city.  We discovered Riordan Mansion State Historic Park and toured the homes of a prominent pioneer family.  Two brothers built the mansion in 1904; one had one side and designed it to his taste.  The other brother designed the other half to fit his family.  Different and fascinating.

The next day we had tickets for a train trip on the Grand Canyon Railroad.  We boarded at Williams, Arizona and rode the train to the south rim of the Grand Canyon.  What a fun trip.  Leaving at 10:00 a.m., the train took almost two hours to get to the rim. Sparkling wine was served along the way!  When we arrived, the first thing we did was walk up to the edge – and there was my first view of the Canyon!  Unforgettable!  I was speechless for several minutes. It was hard for me to believe that I was standing on the rim of one of the world’s wonders – spectacular – miles and miles of sliced rock before me – haunting nature exhibited.  Colors changing as the light changed, purples, oranges – so many colors. We were hungry, so we had lunch at one of the oldest hotels at the rim, the Grand Canyon National Park Lodge.  Yummy!  Then, we walked the rim as far as we dared since we had to be back by 3:45 to board the train back to Williams.  This was one fun filled tiring day!

On Saturday, we drove south from Flagstaff toward Sedona and Prescott, Arizona.  We decided to take the scenic route – and, yes, it most certainly was.  Gorgeous tall trees and very windy roads!  A stream occasionally presented itself alongside the road.  We found Sedona, parked the car and walked.  No longer in the “forest”, there is nothing to compare with the vivid color of the red rocks and striking vista.  Awed, we returned to our car and set out for some wineries I had wanted to find.  We stopped at Oak Creek Vineyards in the flatlands, and Page Springs Cellars.  Very nice products – I was impressed.  Our next visit was to the Jerome Winery.  Omigosh, what an experience.  After a paper clip shaped road up a tall hill with a multitude of curves, we found this utterly charming mining town of Jerome.  Settling on a place to park, we located the winery and I enjoyed a tasting.  Very, very nice!  Then, we found a delightful bistro and had an amazing lunch.  We did a bit of shopping in Jerome – an artsy town on its way to rejuvenation.  Since we had had such an experience with windy roads, we opted to return to Flagstaff and did not go in to Prescott.  On the way back, we took the Interstate – this was a straight road!  However, we most certainly had a lovely day.

Sunday dawned and we decided to go to Mt. Humphreys.  We had heard about it, seen some information, so we drove over to the base – bought some tickets for the ski lift to the top of the mountain.  This was one of the most wonderful experiences – we could see forever!  When we got up to the top, we could see the Grand Canyon in the distance!   After we returned to the base of the mountain, we hit the road for the Petrified Forest.  My friend drove this time as we viewed miles and miles of sandy flatland, no trees but plenty of various cacti.  Finally we see a sign for our destination.  We head the direction indicated, pay the park entrance fee, stop at the visitor center, and then proceed through the “forest”.  I had long wondered what the Petrified Forest was like.  Now I know.  Marvelous pieces of wood long past the “wood” stage, now rock, large trunks on their sides – so amazing.  We stopped at a hiking area, but didn’t hesitate too long because we could see a storm brewing.  We were able to leave the park without being pelted with rain, but on the road back, had to pull over several times.  The water on the road was dangerous.  I am so impressed with my friend’s driving ability and credit her with the fact that we made it back to Flagstaff unscathed, albeit a bit wet.

Along came Monday – we had to pack up and leave Flagstaff.  I want to go back – I love that town.  But, we had reservations the next day to return to Texas.  So, we got in our little Caliber, headed out on Rt.66 to Las Vegas – had a charming lunch at a café in Seligman, Arizona.  We finally arrived at the Hawthorne Inn and Suites in Henderson, Nevada and returned to Texas the next day.  Arizona experience over, but certainly will not be forgotten.

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On Route 66, Arizona.
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To something that once was

11/7/2014

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Until quite recently, I had a favorite place to go to get a good sip of wine (actually an excellent sip) in a lovely atmosphere.  However, due to a variety of occurrences and/or circumstances, this place no longer exists.  I will miss it – I will miss the folks I used to see there, the events that took place (although I hadn’t taken part all that often lately), and of course the delicious taste of the grape.  For everything there is a season, and I enjoyed nine years of that season.  For at least seven of those nine, I spent nearly every Friday evening there - my car knew the way from work, it was on my route home.  And those folks, several of them would also be there.  I so enjoyed the camaraderie.   It will take me awhile to get used to the idea of it not being there – I hate change, especially since I didn’t initiate it.  And, the world is just a little less interesting since the quiet family owned winery is now in the past – a definite void.  But, I thank the proprietor for all that he and his family gave to those who enjoyed his product and his space.  I thank him for introducing me to the wonderful world of wine, for all the great conversations we had, and for the knowledge he imparted.  Let me say, though, that I understand why it has closed, and I respect the decision – I wish them the very best – still, I will miss it greatly.

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My mark in this world?

11/7/2014

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What will this be?  I haven’t yet determined – or, is it me who determines?  Yes, I know what has happened in my life; I’m not sure that what I’ve done yet, can be considered a “mark”.   I’m not sure that the things that have occurred in my life, and the way I’ve handled them, have set me apart as anyone who has improved the human condition. Yes, “improving the human condition” is a qualifier that I have placed on the term “mark”.  I’ve never invented any special product or service, nor etched my way through the glass ceiling.  Although I’ve worked in public service most of my life, I wouldn’t compare my profession to those who work in military, police, fire, emergency services or any other good will job.   So, I may never know if my assistance to those strangers who came across my path was ever remembered or resulted in something important.  Again, who deems what important?

At one time in my life I thought I wanted to be “famous”.   That was selfish.  I was thinking of being famous in a good sense, not in a notorious sense.  I suppose I reveled in the idea of glamor.  When I was young, the Miss America Pageant was something many girls dreamed about because all the contestants seemed so elegant and poised.  But, being “famous” would definitely take ambition, which I lack; plus, a whole heck of a lot of work and support.  All of the “famous” have some qualities that set them apart – I do, though, think they probably share ambition (or, someone who had ambition for them.) Ambition can be a driving force exhibited in a variety of ways.  There is someone famous in nearly every walk of life, famous scientists, philanthropists, authors, humanitarians, like Mother Theresa, or Albert Einstein, or Jesus, or the Dalai Lama (you name your favorite leader.)   Something, though, sets them apart; something special.  I do feel, in a sense, we are all unique – there is something that certainly sets each of us apart from the other – is that our “mark”?

Now, in this time of reflection, I do also question my passion. I feel that those who seem to do the most good in the world have a passion for what they do.  That passion is felt by all with whom they come in contact.  This, to me, is a “mark”.  I’ve been passionate about only a few things in my life, and I’ve had ideas that could have come to fruition had I been ambitious.  I was passionate about Geology, but when I was taking Geology courses in the late 60’s, my family didn’t seem to be enthusiastic about that field of study and it just wasn’t something a girl ought to do.  I didn’t have the courage to go up that steep hill carving a new path.  So, my Geology courses were just used to fulfill my Liberal Arts Degree and I let my passion subside.  Sigh.  If school wasn’t so expensive today, I would consider returning to studies.  I loved attending classes.  There are, a couple of other ideas I have, not all that unique, but they just might fulfill my passion requirements.  I did enjoy those forty years in my profession; however, I don’t think I had the “passion” that I should have had.  My jobs were a means to an end.  Maybe, though, in this new state of being, I can coerce some new ambition forward and make a “mark” – after all, life isn’t over until it is over.   I am currently attempting to re-invent myself.  Maybe I can contribute enough to make this world less of a mess.

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