Update and Trip Log: Photo Album, part six.

Dear Cyber-Friends,

Well, so much for posting ANYTHING the ENTIRE month of August… Sorry about that.

So, since last I wrote, I’ve been dealing with a shoulder injury and (not unrelated) rather severe depression. One of those things is much better, the other is slowly leveling out. I’m gonna leave it at that for now, because I’m sick of talking about either at the moment. I’m doing mostly okay now; enough that I’ll make it through the rest of the season, at least.

I’ve also been making preliminary plans to move to Portland, OR, for the winter. Partly because of this and partly because it’s absolutely disgraceful I haven’t finished yet, I’m giving myself the deadline of finishing posting the photos from my Spring Road Trip before I leave the ranch, which should give me about three-and-a-half weeks… Wish me luck, or better yet, motivation.

Anyway, when I last left you, I was driving through Arches National Park for the second time… I stopped at a little overlook place, and noticed something interesting was happening:

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Given the view I could photograph from the ground, I can only imagine how amazing it would look from up there:

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Next, I headed further up the park road to Double Arch trail, where I could first check out North Window, South Window, and Turret Arch.

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(This one made me think of a huge troll peeking over the horizon, with the arches as eyes and the middle bit a big bulging nose, and that rock on the right his hand or finger or something. Seeing it like that made me think of how much fun I’d be having if my family where there with me and we could joke about it in person.)

Finally, I took the actual path to Double Arch:

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This place was very cool. I took a lot more pictures, but these were the best two. Mostly, though, it’s one of those places you just need to go to in person. You can climb all around under the arches, and see places in the cliffs where more arches are starting to form, and the whole thing is really accessible and fun. It’s another spot that reminded me strongly of how much I wished this was a family vacation.

I finished out the day’s adventuring with a quick peek (yay for a good zoom lens, because I did not feel like hiking up there. Something for next time!) at Utah’s most iconic Delicate Arch:

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Next time, tune in for Needles Overlook and Newspaper Rock!

Love,

GeGi.

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Trip Log: Photo Album, part five.

Dear Cyber-Friends,

Wow, I didn’t mean to take such a long break from these posts. You’d think it’d be easier to stay on a schedule when it’s just uploading a bunch of photos, huh? However, right after the last batch went up, the season proper started on the ranch, which means lots and lots of guests and training and stress and drama and basically it’s only gotten worse and worse through the season instead of smoothing out like we all hope and dreamed it would.

This means that currently I’m a big ball of stress and frustration and barely suppressed violence and depression, with a side-helping of in-pain and sleep-deprived. Fun times. Why do I like this life-style again? Please remind me.

Oh yeah, it’s because it ends at a predicable time, and I get to do stuff like the things I’m about to show you in between jobs!

So the day following whatever it was I showed you in the last post, I woke up to this hovering above my campsite:

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New life goal: Hot air balloon over Canyonlands.

For the rest of the day, I headed back into Arches to finish exploring there, since I’d just done the one trail last time.

Couple of cool scenic shots from along the road… You don’t even need to get out the car to see something awe-inspiring around there; everywhere you look is gorgeous and amazing, in ways I’ve never seen elsewhere.

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My next stop was at Balancing Rock, which is exactly as the label says. Basically, the geology explanation is that there’s a denser type of rock sitting on a less dense type of rock. The less dense rock (LDR) gets eroded faster, but the denser rock keeps the LDR direction under it protected longer than the rest of the LDR, so you end up with a bigger rock sitting on a smaller rock for a while, until enough erodes for the denser bigger rock to fall off.

Also, it looks super cool, you can walk around the base, and I took approximately a zillion pictures of it from every angle. You’d think I was planning on doing a 3D rendering of it on a computer or something… Anyway, here’s the most impressive shots:

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(Don’t those middle ones kinda seem like you’re looking up from under a T-Rex?)

There’s also a couple good distance shots from the far side of Balancing Rock:

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Yay for pretty landscape!

Okay, that’s only about half the photos from this day, but I’m gonna break this up into two posts because it’s already reaching the “wow, that’s a lot of pics” level.

Love,

GeGi.

Trip Log: Photo Album, part three.

Dear Cyber-Friends,

Time for more photos! These are from my first trip into Arches National Park. I drove to the end of the road, hiked out to Landscape Arch, and then followed the Primitive Trail loop out to Dark Angel and around back to the main trail.

Obviously, I saw a lot more than those two landmarks, as you will soon discover… Again, they’re out of order (because I’m being lazy — but it’s my one day off this week, and I’ve some earned laziness, by golly!), but you get the idea anyway!

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Still a lot more photos to come, so keep checking!

Love,

GeGi.

Trip Log: Catching Up… So Much Catching Up.

Dear Cyber-Friends,

Clearly, I overestimated my updating frequency while on the road. This will be the “words” post; later I will do the “photos” post. This is because 1) I’m too lazy to go get the cable for my camera right now; B) It’ll be faster to update those things seperately; Cat) This is my blog and I do what I want.

[Note: thanks to my favorite community Snark Squad for both the unique and fun counting system, and the motto I’ve borrowed at the end of the list.]

Moving on…

When last I left you, I was spending a day relaxing in Colorado with a friend before heading out to the Canyonlands. Thanks to said friend, I took a couple detours when I hit the road again. First, I drove through the Colorado National Monument, occasionally stopping to photograph the stunning views each new corner and turn revealed along the edge of the mesa. Next, I abandoned the freeway again to drive a twisty-turny highway that followed part of the Colorado River — again, every new bend showed landscape even more beautiful than the last. This is about the time I also started noticing a lot of classic cars on the road.

When I reached the town of Moab that afternoon, I soon realized why I was seeing so many classic cars: there was a car show in town for the weekend. Needless to say, the place was super packed and there were no campsites or rooms left anywhere. Clearly, I rock at planning.

Long story short, this is how I ended up spending the weekend camping in the small town of Green River, about an hour north of my intended destination. It actually worked out just fine; I got to test out my camping setup for the first time, while in a place I could get supplies close by, and I even got a free upgrade to sleep in a cabin the second night. It gave me a much-needed day of doing nothing, and I could drive down to Arches National Park and spend some time exploring. That day, I drove to the end of the road in Arches, and hiked out to Landscape Arch, then took the “primitive trail” all the way out through Devil’s Garden to Black Angel and back. It was about seven miles, I think, and completely gorgeous.

On Monday I figured things had probably calmed down a bit back in Moab. I packed up my campsite, and headed south. I ended up renting a pretty nice site in Horse Thief Campground, part of the way up the road towards the Island In the Sky entrance to Canyonlands National Park. It actually worked out much to my advantage — the higher elevation meant cooler temperatures, and being on the edge of the mesa meant there was usually a refreshing breeze. This was all to the good, because the weather had finally cleared up, and it was SUNNY in the desert, and getting hotter every day. Have I mentioned I’m not good at handling the heat? I get pretty tired and cranky very quickly…which makes me think I must have failed a sanity check when I decided a trip to the Southwest would be a great idea. Again, I really got this whole “planning” thing down, right?

Anyway, with my new campsite set up, and no intention of leaving for the rest of the week, I was free to explore the surrounding area at my leisure. I attended a couple very interesting ranger talks at Island In The Sky, took a hike out past the Grand Overlook to the very edge of the mesa, poked around in Arches a bit more, drove out to the Needles Overlook area, saw Newspaper Rock, and drove through the Needles district of Canyonlands. There’s lots of photos, and I totally fell in love with a lot of the areas, but especially towards the end of the week I just couldn’t stop thinking how much I wished my family — and in particular my Mum — were there too, and how much more fun it would have been to be exploring together. I had a lot of wistful remembering about the family camping trips we used to have, and the road trips Mum and I took.

Eventually the time came to move on again. I headed out to New Mexico, by way of Mesa Verde. It was as fascinating as I’d imagined to see the cliff-dwellings there, though I didn’t spend much time in the park. Northern New Mexico reminded me a surprising amount of the Inland Northwest, except everything was smaller (trees, hills, etc). I ended up spending the night in Carson National Park, at a campsite next to a natural amphitheater.

The next day I headed into Santa Fe, where I was impressed by the number of people who showed up at the exact time the library was supposed to open, and waited the ten-to-fifteen minutes it took before the librarians actually unlocked the doors. I’ve been using libraries the whole trip for their free wi-fi, their clean bathrooms, and their book-sales. Books and audio-cds have pretty much been the one “souvenir” type things I’ve been getting on this trip — library sales are awesome that way, and super affordable. Plus the audio-cds make long driving days go by much faster.

After the library, I wandered about the streets of Santa Fe for a little while, but after a week of being in one place I was still antsy to hit the road more. I drove through some neighborhoods on my way out of town, and between those two things I saw enough of Santa Fe to make me want to go back someday. It is BEAUTIFUL there, and I adore the architecture style.

After that, I headed down to Fort Sumner to see Billy The Kid’s grave and museum. This is because when I was first planning my trip, I noticed it on a map and mentioned it jokingly to my sister, and she was so excited and jealous it became something I HAD to do. Obviously.

It was actually very cool to be there, and kind of heart-touchingly sad — the headstone is for Billy and two of his ‘pals’ (as it says on the engraving), and all three are buried side-by-side. The “unofficial” museum in Fort Sumner was also worth checking out; they have a lot of historical artifacts from various eras, not just Billy The Kid stuff, but they also have some very cool Billy stuff that you wouldn’t see elsewhere — like his gun, and a photo of him playing croquet with some friends. The video about the Lincoln County War and Billy’s life was really interesting, too. I sent my sister a lot of pictures.

After that, I kept heading south. Destination: Roswell, NM. This was another “for my sister” thing, really. As she texted me at one point, “Aliens and Cowboys – New Mexico sounds perfect for me!” (this statement is entirely accurate). I camped outside of Roswell for a couple nights at Bottomless Lakes State Park —┬áif there were any aliens around, they failed to abduct me or even show up — and wandered through the town a bit. I couldn’t help thinking how much more fun it would be to explore it with my sister. Plus, the weather and the location were conspiring to be very desert-like with the whole hot-and-sunny thing, and I’ve mentioned already what a fan of that I am.

When I moved on, I headed down to Carlsbad Caverns. I spend pretty much the entire day deep underground, which is one of my happy-places. Seriously, every time I’m in a cavern/cave/lava tube, I want to just live there. Without all the other people. Anyway, there was a storm warning in effect that day, so only two parts of the cavern were open in case of flooding. There will be lots of photos from here.

While in the caverns, I ended up conversing with another traveler/seasonal-worker — she was also heading to Colorado for the summer, though to a different place — and we ended up deciding to split a motel room since neither of us felt like camping in the rain. It turned out to be pretty fun, and of course the lure of a real bed and a hot shower (and a hot-tub! And we split a pizza for dinner!) was quite the siren-song to begin with. We went our separate ways in the morning; I headed into Texas.

Now, given that the ENTIRE REGION was apparently covered by this particular storm, I’m pretty sure I didn’t have the most typical of Texas experiences, weather-wise. Anyway, due to the rain and the being spoiled by sleeping a bed again, I spent the night in a motel again, and then the next day, I finally, at long last, reached my ultimate destination/reason/excuse for this whole trip: my twitter friend’s home in Fort Worth, she of the Renaissance Faire and homemade cheesecake temptations.

It was fantastic getting to meet her for the first time, finally getting to put face and voice and mannerisms to the person I’d been friends with for so long. The first night we went to a Girl’s Night at one of her local comic book stores, which was super fun, of course. I got to read through much of her comics collection (with regular updates via twitter to a mutual friend and fellow comic book enthusiast in France). There was, indeed, a cheesecake to be eaten. And, as if all that wasn’t reason enough to visit and have an amazing time, there was the Scarborough Renaissance Festival itself.

I had bought a weekend pass prior to leaving Montana, so that helped take the pressure off of trying to see everything in one day. The weather was pretty cooperative the first day, alternating clouds and sun, and we wandered about and watched performances and poked in various shops. I bought a longbow so I can start practicing my archery again this summer. We ate funnel cake (my first time with that particular treat). I drooled over all the pretty clothes and weapons. We went home exhausted from a full day of fun.

The next day, the weather was less cooperative, alternating darker clouds with occasional downpours. There were far fewer patrons to the faire, which meant a lot of personal attention from everyone working and trying to sell stuff. But it also meant we always got great seats to the shows! I bought a leather wrist cuff, and we split a turkey leg (which was rumored to actually be an emu leg) for lunch. The shows were great, but ultimately the faire ended up closing an hour or two early due to possible tornado/severe downpour warnings. Despite that, I still have a great day, and was marginally less exhausted (though I did end up falling asleep in the car).

I took an extra day in Fort Worth to just recover and regroup, before heading out early yesterday. I decided I was ready to call it good on the camping front, and on the driving-every-day front, so I spent the entire day on the road to make it all the way up to a great-sounding hostel in Fort Collins, CO for my last days of freedom before I go back to work.

At this point in my tale, I have to pause to give a shout-out to K/Cathy and Trevor, a couple of very kind random strangers I met at a random Rest Stop. The reason for this is because I had an extremely embarrassing and panic-inducing “oh shit” moment, where I locked my keys in my car. After the first wave of denial (“No way did I just do that”) and freaking out (“I’ll break into it somehow!”), I got my rational brain back in gear and flagged down passing said random strangers to ask if I could use their phone. Never have I been happier to have good triple-A coverage. C/Kathy and Trevor not only let me use their phone, but invited me to wait with them in their RV. They even fed me, and were totally cool about having a total stranger hanging out with them for the hour-long wait.

Anyway, my car finally got unlocked (for free! Sort of. Yay for having coverage, anyway.), and I got back on the road. I arrived at the hostel late last night, and immediately went to bed after that far-too-long drive. By the way, this particular hostel has tempur-pedic mattresses on their beds, and tropical-plant-filled covered courtyard in the middle of the house, and waffles for breakfast, and wi-fi everywhere. So I’ll be spending the next couple days here.

On Friday I’ll head out for my last three hours on the road, to go back to my summer guest ranch and begin pre-season work. It’ll be nice to have some money coming in again — though amazingly, I think I’ve managed to stay under-budget this trip! — , and to finally unpack and organize all the stuff in my car, but I’m wondering how hard it’ll be to adjust to staying in one place for months. This road trip has been, at the heart, some real fantasy-fulfillment for me; the ultimate dream of being able to just jump in the car and take off whenever I feel like it, to where-ever I feel like, never having to backtrack or be anywhere at a certain time, never having to stop when I still feel like driving, never having to be answerable to other people…

On the other hand, transient life can wear you down after a while. Taking a break from it, like with most things, will give it meaning and a specialness when I start traveling again. And a guest ranch really isn’t that bad of a place to spend a summer, after all.

Safe travels, everyone.

Love,

GeGi.