A Glacier Lunch Guest

We carried our sandwiches to the side of the road and ate, enjoying the spectacular views in Glacier National Park. Cars slowed behind us as other visitors took in the mountains and snapped photos. We ignored the traffic, perfectly content with our spontaneous picnic. Then, the cars on the road seemed to linger longer.

A gentleman called out: "Hey. You guys? There's a bear up there."

We grabbed the sandwiches, chips, and lunch paraphernalia and dove into the car. Sure enough, here came Mr. Grizzly, strolling down the road, head up, nose twitching. We slammed our doors and rolled up the windows. Mr. Griz wandered off the side into the bushes.

No, no, Mr. Griz. These are our sandwiches. Please, go find your own dead deer.

Aveline

The primal wonders - my favorite poem

This is my favorite poem. My "Senior Field Studies" teacher read it on our 10 day desert backpacking excursion. It resonated in high school. Many miles later, it still resonates.

It's in the 1960's book, "This is the American Earth," a collaboration between poet and literary critic, Nancy Newhall, and photographer, Ansel Adams. They were both supporters of Sierra Club.

This Is the American Earth
Nancy Newhall

To the primal wonders no road can ever lead; they are not so won.
To know them you shall leave road and roof behind;

you shall go light and spare.
You shall win them yourself, in sweat, sun, laughter, in dust and rain, with only a few companions.
You shall know the night — its space, its light, its music.
You shall see earth sink in darkness and the universe appear.
No roof shall shut you from the presence of the moon.
You shall see mountains rise in the transparent shadow before dawn.
You shall see — and feel! — first light, and hear a ripple in the stillness.
You shall enter the living shelter of the forest.
You shall walk where only the wind has walked before.
You shall know immensity, and see continuing the primeval forces of the world.
You shall know not one small segment but the whole of life, strange, miraculous, living, dying, changing.
You shall face immortal challenges;
you shall dare, delighting, to pit your skill, courage, and wisdom against colossal facts.
You shall live lifted up in light; you shall move among the clouds.
You shall see storms arise, and, drenched and deafened, shall exult in them.
You shall top a rise and behold creation.
And you shall need the tongues of angels to tell what you have seen.

View from the South Kaibab trail, Grand Canyon.

Aveline

Bouldering at Marmot Rocks

The Black Canyon visitor center offers a brochure on their semi-official area for bouldering. We went and checked it out.

Six massive boulders provide opportunities to test yourself. Most of the climbs were way too difficult for any of us. Daughter succeeded in scrambling up five of the rocks. Even I found easy paths up a couple.

So much of the Black Canyon experience is visual - you walk up to a fence and look - that finding a physical and mental challenge was priceless.

Aveline

Camping at Curecanti

Black Canyon of the Gunnison. Curecanti.

We continued our Labor Day weekend camping tradition. Four years ago (2005), we camped at the Great Sand Dunes. In 2006, we visited the Alpine Tunnel and camped near Pitkin. We logged several Geocache site, too. In 2007, we returned to Sand Dunes, and drove into northern New Mexico. Last year, we backpacked to the fascinating Wheeler Geologic area.

This time, I wanted to car camp so I could get out of there if it rained. I wanted flush johns with running water. I wanted my food in an easy-access car, not tied in a tree. I wanted trees, shade, a hint of privacy.

Although Hubby and Daughter have both traveled from the Atlantic to the Pacific, neither had ever seen the Black Canyon of the Gunnison, a mere two hours away. But, where to stay?

Hermit's Rest, right on Morrow Point Reservoir sounds fabulous. Except it is three steep miles away from the car, and only has vault toilets.

Next!

East Portal, right below Crystal Dam has trees and a bit of privacy, since the campground only has 12 tent sites. RVs and trailers over 22 feet are banned from the steep windy access road. However, no flush johns.

Next!

Elk Creek and Lake Fork meet my restroom requirement, but are huge, open, treeless RV parking lots. Literally. The Lake Fork Campground is literally an asphalt parking lot.

Next!

21 sites. Some trees. Flush johns! Finally, I found my place, if only it still has openings when we arrive mid-afternoon. Cimarron. The Cimarron Campground is about half a mile away from the Gunnison River, just below Morrow Point Dam. Unfortunately, it's just off highway 50, and next to a steep hill, so the truck traffic was a bit annoying in the early evening. Not horrendous, just louder then my rural neighborhood.

We got a site with a great tree. Only seven groups stayed there our first night, and eight the second. The volunteer in the Cimarron visitor center said it's rarely even half full.

Another advantage of the Cimarron area is the Rio Grande Western train display. A stock and freight car are displayed next to the visitor center. A Baldwin 2-8-0 locomotive, Engine number 278, rests on a trestle across Cimarron Creek.

And the best part about the Cimarron Campground? It didn't rain!

An Odyssey

Grand Canyon. Yellowstone. Hawaii. Europe by rail.

During my 39 years, I've explored vast regions of America, and a bit further afield. Many of these entries will be travelogues, complete with photos. As a mother, an amateur historian, and an aspiring author, some days I'll share my adventures in those categories, too.

Yes, the photographs are mine. Please respect my copyright. Thanks.

Goal: weekly posts.


Aveline