Thursday, November 8, 2007

on the road (volume 4)

I spent four days in Page, Arizona. Have I mentioned that Arizona is my favorite state ever? It's so magical, and every experience I've had there has been amazing. This was completely confirmed over the weekend. For starters, the drive was breathtaking. I went down Highway 89 through southern Utah, the canyon lands, grand escalante, dixie national forest, bryce canyon, kanab, etc... Being back on the road made my blood pump. I thrive for it. Anyway, once in Page, I got to see the wonders of the area. This is at Glen Canyon Dam and Lake Powell:

Then we got free admission into the Page museum. I got to hang out with some dinosaur fossils, and I got to grind corn into meal with stone. I missed James hardcore.

Luckily, the entire weekend was jammed with the festivities of the Hot Air Balloon Regatta. There were over 60 balloons, and at night, the ones that glowed in the dark, lined the streets of Page, and shot flame at timed intervals. It was absolute magic. I felt like I was dreaming.

Then, in the mornings the balloons lined up against the backdrop of the red rock canyons, and all lifted off within a matter of half an hour.

The sky was filled with color.

Court snagged a pretty cool shot of me watching them.

Then we got in the car, followed them to the end of their journey, where they began to land in the streets of a neighborhood, deflate, and pack up. It was surreal, balloons landing all over the streets and yards. If you hadn't known about the regatta, you'd have thought there was an alien invasion of balloon ships.

We kept seeing prints of this particular place on postcards and other posters, and they captions all said Lake Powell, except it wasn't anywhere we'd seen. We finally found a print that noted the location as being 7 miles upstream. We were lucky enough to find it: Horseshoe Bend.

Not only were the festivities and the landscape phenomenal, not to mention the fact that I adore travelling, but I got to do all of this with one of the most amazing people I know. I'm so happy. And so lucky. And now I'm having trouble readjusting to life as I know it here in Utah. I'm ready to be on the road again. In my upcoming plans are this: leave Utah January 1st, take about a month in which I drive down to Tuscon, over to San Diego, up the coast of California, and land in Portland where I will live and work for an indeterminate period of time. :)

Sunday, October 28, 2007

on vanilla ice (volume 2)

So. Regardless of how tired I was, my excitement was extreme. I wanted to dress up (of course) because since I dress up for non-Halloween events, I couldn't possibly go to a Halloween event in something other than a costume. So, I throw on a little costume fusion I had played around with for the fan dance I did, and ended up becoming a china doll. I only have a blurry cell phone picture, but you get the idea:

Well, the show is oversold, and the club is wicked crowded. A dj is bringing in the night, and I get the chance to do some dancing before the floor is too jammed. There are a lot of good costumes, and the place is decorated to the max. At one point, a fight breaks out right in front of me. Suddenly I'm being pushed back, getting pretty angry at people imposing on my dance space. Then I realize what's happening, and suddenly there are three people on the floor pounding at each other. The crowd pushes back, and other people somehow get involved. Suddenly securing is pushing us all away, and takes away three guys. Well, they obviously didn't realize what was happening because the cause of this was some angry girl. You know what they say, "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." So, after security leaves, she immediately starts laying into another guy, takes him to the floor, and the entire time he doesn't touch her but just keeps yelling for security. They are right in front of me, and the girl stands up to take another punch and ends up smacking me upside the head. I was pretty angry. All I want to do is rock out to Vanilla Ice, and some jealous girl smacks me for it? Anyway, after five minutes of it ruining my night, I completely forgot about the whole incident. I danced somethin' crazy and was thrilled to be able to do it to Vanilla Ice. Complete with fog machines and creepy Halloween noises interspersed with the show. I, unfortunately, did not get the opportunity to dance on stage with him, though heaven knows I tried. Anyway, I was one happy girl. Classic. Here is the one picture of him that came through amidst the dark and smoke:

Go ninja, go ninja, go!

on top

Yesterday was incredible fun. In fact, it was probably the best day I've had in a long while. I had the great fortune of spending the better part of the day in Park City, a pretty little ski town here in Utah.Yesterday was incredible fun. In fact, it was probably the best day I've had in a long while. I had the great fortune of spending the better part of the day in Park City, a pretty little ski town here in Utah.

We drove into the city about 11 a.m., and spent two or three hours at the Outlet malls on the outskirts. It was really amusing to shop with Mandy, and though I didn't buy much, I did throroughly enjoy myself. After this, we headed to Main Street, and decided to grab a bite. I was starving. This cute little pub was calling our name, so I had a chicken/mushroom/bacon pizza and some delicious pumpkin ale. I absolutely stuffed my face.

After dinner, we just started exploring. There were BEAUTIFUL Native American jewelry shops, with turquoise to die for. Too bad I don't have three grand to drop on a belt. There were many lovely little shops and other areas to venture into. For one, I kissed this moose:

There were a lot of art galleries as well, and I rather enjoyed this particular sculpture:

After wandering for a while, we enthusiastically loitered in a candy shop. Our senses having gotten the better of us, I indulged myself with a hazelnut truffle, and a caramel apple. Oh, yum. This place reminds me of Gatlinburg.

More loitering, and many other pictures taken with statues (I'll spare you) later, we stop for one last drink at this really cool little bar that was wicked wild, wild, west. The lighting was awesome as well as the decor, so I snagged a couple shots before heading out.

Sore feet, and dead tired, we begin the drive home, hoping to make it before dark (yeah right), and amidst falling asleep in the car, we decided that we absolutely MUST attend the Vanilla Ice Halloween party that night, called up Teazers to reserve our spots, and made our way home to relax for a solid 45 minutes. I will continue this story in the next blog, when I have the pictures to post.... :)

Friday, October 26, 2007

on vanilla ice

Breaking news: last night I met Vanilla Ice. Here goes: we get to the club, and some people offer to get us in for free, so we go throught the V.I.P. Inside, there is a guy putting on our wrist bands, and he smirks and invites us to this party. I think it's just another guy, so I laugh in his face. Then, I walk away and see all the posters and flyers about Vanilla Ice's show the next day. I look at the picture and realize that I just laughed in the face of Vanilla Ice himself! None other! I just think this is absolutely the funniest thing. I can't stop laughing.

Otherwise, life is good. I just started working on a fusion dance number with fans. I'm really loving this style, and there are so many beautiful ways to use the fans. I need better ones, though, because mine were falling apart after a couple hours of use. Anyway, I'm really happy with this. Also, I got to learn Odyssey Dance Company's version of Thriller in dance class on Tuesday. It's fun to dance like a zombie. :-)

Hmmm... oh I got to carve pumpkins a couple weeks ago, and that made me incredibly happy. I still have two left to do over the weekend, and I'm thinking I should do a wolf howling at the moon.

I've started perusing jobs and places to live in Portland. There are a great many very desirable jobs for preschool teachers. I really can't wait to get back with kids. All the jobs I've been looking at are high paying with good benefits. I plan to send out resumes next month, because I want to make my way up toward the end of December. I decided to stay through December because I really like my job, and I am needed here for Christmas.

On that note, I don't think I've ever been happier in my life. I look forward to going to work every single day. I make new friends constantly. I have so much fun and see things through such sunny eyes. This doesn't necessarily mean I am not sad or lonely or doubtful; it's just that I view those things with such appreciation for what they have to teach me. I think a large part of this is the fact that I don't really have big goals/ plans for the future. I'm really trying to engage to the fullest in the moment at hand, and it's difficult, but I've been more successful here than ever before. I laugh more, dance always, and my heart flutters every single day. I miss my friends, and love you guys SO much. Life is beautiful. :-)

Saturday, October 13, 2007

on hot springs

Last night I went to Crystal Hot Springs in a place called Honeyville, about an half an hour north of me. It was so incredibly relaxing. They feed the hot mineral water into pools. It was extremely hot, but my muscles were in dire need of it. My entire body was coated in a salty substance afterward, and I kept licking my lips because it tasted good. =) Anyway, the experience was so invigorating. My skin was bright pink by the time I left. I can see myself doing this many more times while I'm still here. Especially since it is cold outside, and the balance of that verses the hot of the springs is perfect. My next goal is to make it to Park City.
Today is cold and gray, and I certainly miss autumn. I wonder if the people who have lived here all their lives even understand that feeling that is so important to me: the brisk brusque of autumn... the tennessee leaves and the pumpkin patch and the months of sweaters and jack-o-lanterns and crunch... I hope everyone gets to experience that in life. I miss it entirely.

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

on top of a mountain

*All photos courtesy of Chris Orbit*
Over the weekend, I went to Oktoberfest. It was at a ski resort called Snow Bird about half an hour outside of SLC. It snowed on Saturday, so the canyon on the way up was absolutely breathtaking. The mountains were all snowcapped, and the trees still had snow on the branches, though it was melting off steadily. The constant drip misted as it hit the ground, making the whole scene look like a winter wonderland.

The best part of the fest was the music. There were several traditional bands playing some lovely little tunes. I felt like I was in another time period. All the older couples were completely in costume, and they knew all the moves to fit the music. Unfortunately they were all partner dances, and I had no partner, so I could not participate. I was very sad. However, watching these people was so incredible. There was one man in particular who made me grin from ear to ear. He was enjoying himself to the utmost. He did not stop dancing the entire time (a man of my own heart, for certain). He was smiling and sweating and busting these moves... I can't even explain it. I just know that I felt some great energy here, and I can only hope to be as vibrant when I get older.
So, here's to October. And to Oktober. And to Fests in general. Life is a fest. We should all be sweating from the pure joy of the dance.

Friday, September 28, 2007

on the brink

Things that make me happy:

Utah license plates have this beautiful image of a canyon, and I have to register my car here because my Massachusetts registration expires in 3 days.

There was snow on the mountaintops for 3 days.

I got to play with little kids today.

I feel things I haven't felt in a long time.

Saturday, September 22, 2007

on balance

With autumnal equinox being tomorrow, what's more appropriate than balance to write about? I love the synchronicities in my life. I love how things just keep falling into place, and the more I move the fuller it gets.

The mountains are cradling storm clouds today, and the air is dense with premonitions of thunder. It smells like autumn. Finally.

I'm finally meeting people here. People who have so much to teach me. I've been dancing, and meeting dancers, and sharing dance, and it makes me incredibly happy.

I miss everyone, but this is beautiful.

Saturday, September 8, 2007

on the stars

It must be the alignment of the skies that's giving me so much energy these days. I'm feeling super creative, refreshed, and inspired. It certainly helps that I have a place to live now. I moved in last weekend, and it feels wonderful. I have space to dance and everything. I've been writing alot, too. Check out my other blog for that.

I actually had a really good time going out dancing the other night. No drama, no crazy people. Too much smoke, but I was able to dance the entire night. It was a very good time.

I sort of enjoy the loneliness in this whole experience. Back in Mass, I was so busy and so social I rarely had time for myself. Now, that's all I have. I'm learning SO much, and I keep encountering people who have amazing insights to offer me, if only in passing.

In other news, I can feel Autumn in the air, and it's a great comfort. My favorite season is slowly creeping into its place. There's a certain magic that comes with changing leaves.


Thursday, August 30, 2007

on housing

I officially have a place to live for a few months. I move in over the weekend. This means I won't be living out of a bag, and I can take everything out of my car!!! I'm thrilled.

In other news, I read my first western, The Quick and the Dead by Louis L'Amour, and I loved it. I will definitely be reading more. Also, I'm going to try to take some pictures of the area this weekend, so I can post them. Oh, and I had the best biscuits and gravy EVER yesterday. Who'd have thought they would know how to make biscuits and gravy out here? I could have banked on the south for that one. Otherwise, I'm eating too much junk food and not dancing nearly enough. I'm hoping I can change all that once I'm moved. My prospects in Portland are looking clearer and clearer. I finally feel like I have a solid goal that is not only practical and economical but also feeds the fire that burns deep inside. I can see myself getting pretty comfortable over the next year... not too comfortable, never fear, because we all know the danger in that.

I broke open a fortune cookie tonight that read, "you will soon get unexpected support." I hope it's true.

Mad love from your one and only cowgirl,

Monday, August 27, 2007

on everything

Perhaps there's a whole lot to learn here. Perhaps I came here with the wrong attitude. Who knows.

Turns out the room I thought I was going to be moving into in two days fell through. The renter and I had already signed papers, and made a verbal agreement about my getting that room, but she called me this morning to inform me that she'd given it to another person. Just like that, in spite of everything, she just gave it to someone else with no warning. The least she could have done was let me know she was entertaining other possibilities and that it wasn't guaranteed, but she didn't even do me that courtesy. Thus, I wasted four days that I could have spent looking for a place to live. Such is life, right? I learned my lesson, though: do not trust someone's words. So that leads me back to square one where my life's belongings will remain in my car and I will continue to be a squatter for an undisclosed amount of time. Helas. I'm trying to be positive, here.

In other news I did enjoy several things this weekend. On Friday night I went to a local DJ show at Northern Exposure here in Ogden. I must say these guys were very talented, and I thoroughly enjoyed the music. Lots of people were dancing. At first, it was a little bit annoying because some girls were booty dancing to drum and bass (a bizarre combination at best), but later some b boys hopped on the floor and my eyes were in heaven. I tried to soak up a few moves because I really want to learn to break dance. One guy was doing the liquid thing with such grace, I couldn't stop staring. Anyway I made it onto the floor myself toward the end and tried to experiment with some break moves (none of them on the ground, mind you). Besides the several guys who asked to grind on me (at least they asked), I had a blast. I used some of the breaky moves that I learned from German belly dance superstar Leyla Jouvana, and they were a big hit. Furthermore, my bracelets were glowing in the blacklight to my immense amusement. Saturday, I went to fetish night at Area 51 in SLC. The entire experience was better than when I went to Goth night previously, in terms of music and set-up. Both dance floors were devoted to darker industrial beats, and tons of people were dressed creatively AND dancing. I was able to dance long enough to have to wipe the sweat out of my eyes, but the stomach ache I'd been nursing all night was irritated by the RIDICULOUS amount of cigarette smoke wafting through the club. I have to complain about this because it's not fair. I don't care if people smoke or not, but I don't, and I don't think I should have to breathe it... specifically indoors.... in a DANCE club. Don't you need lung capacity in order to dance? I do, and I find that I cannot dance for a long period of time out here because my eyes start itching, and I start feeling nauseated and unable to breathe. I was annoyed, and I left early. Too bad, so sad. I'm hoping to find some place that at least has a smoking section separate from the dance floor. Wish me luck.

I go to my hip hop class tomorrow night, so there's something to look forward to. Also, I'm trying to find a tribal fusion teacher close by, but so far the only classes offered are traditional belly dance. I might try it out, if only to improve my technique.

Furthermore, I'm looking for a second job. I have absolutely nothing to do with my time. I spent all day yesterday in bed, and I realize I can use that time to be productive and at least bring myself closer to realizing my goals. Ideally I'd want to snag a part-time job at Michael's or Jo-Ann in order to get the discount on costuming supplies and art stuff. We'll see.

It strikes me that this entry has a certain negativity that I don't want to perpetuate, so I'll leave you with this: Confucius say: It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.


Friday, August 24, 2007

on the prowl

Well, I have officially found a job and hopefully a room, but still no luck on the really great dance party. I started working on Tuesday at.... none other than.... The UPS Store. I hope this brings as many chuckles to some of you as it does to me. I thought I was finished with that place! There were a lot of positions for Preschool teachers and nannies here, but I was really hesitant to even consider any of them because I know my time here is very limited. I am still having serious struggles with being so far from the beautiful children who made my life so bright while I was in MA. There is a huge gaping hole in my being where those greasy little fingers used to cling on to me. I am so grateful that I was able to experience the love of so many children, and able to give back to them in my own way. I don't think I could handle tearing myself away from more kids in a few months. I opted to stay away from teaching and child care while here because I don't want to get attached again and have to leave so soon. What does that leave for me? An office job or retail (ideally I would have liked to find a position as a cowgirl on a ranch, but let's be practical). I defaulted to my 6 years experience at the UPS Store, and alas, I got a job in less than an hour with the pay I was asking. I believe the owner called me a 'God Send.' So be it. I'm highly entertained with this job. It's interesting because I have worked at four UPS Stores now, all at very different places in life. My attitude now is so very different from every before that I find I'm getting a lot out of the retail world. Nothing really stresses me out at all, and I find it easy to engage with people (which is one thing I missed about teaching- random interactions with random people). Needless to say, it works for now.

As for a room, I've been on the hunt, but people either want a small fortune for a room or they want you to be LDS (Latter Day Saints). Today, however, I found the ideal location and as soon as my background check clears (you all know what a villain I am), I'll be able to move in. This is vital to my well being. I cannot wait to have a space of my own again. It's big enough to dance in!!! I'm ecstatic to say the least.

At first I was feeling a lot like I was just biding my time until I could make it on over to Portland/Seattle. That's certainly my plan: to save money and move there as soon as possible, BUT I'm coming to the realization that there's no space in life where you are just waiting because everything has value independent of every other thing. I'm trying to absorb every detail of my experience here because it has a lot to teach me. Being in unfamiliar circumstances, far away from the people who know you the best will do a number on your sense of self. I can honestly say, however, that I'm happy because I am in a position where anything is possible. It's difficult for me to express what I mean, but this is good for me.

If I had a complaint, it would be about meeting creative/inspiring/intelligent people. Sure this might come with time, but my general sense of the area is that these people are few and far between. The conservative mentality is almost more prevalent here than it is in the dirty South. I'm going to steal some of Lee's words because he put it better than I can: "And yes- the west is a fickle area. So many gave up on the way to the coast, and settled to forge communities, it makes sense if you think about it... people that lacked vision and ingenuity (sp?) made towns and started breeding. That's why when you get to the end, you'll find that inspiration again, people who's heritage is based on fulfilling a dream." Thanks Lee, I totally agree (vive la rhyme). So, I think I'll just try to focus on my own creativity. I've been inspired to write a lot more. It's helping.

In other news, the mountains here are GORGEOUS. Google Image them: the Wasatch Mountains. The weather is dry but no complaints. Tomorrow night I will be attending Fetish Night at Area 51 in SLC. My feet have missed my leather boots, so it will be a happy reunion, indeed.

Signing out...
yours truly

Sunday, August 19, 2007

on the dance floor

I have now been to three different clubs in the good old state of Utah. What to say? I'm jaded because none of them are Diva's (nor do they compare). I'm a little disappointed, but at least there are clubs. To me, dance is oxygen. So, here we go...

On Thursday night, I went to Area 51 in SLC for Goth/Industrial. It starts off pretty interesting because there are two floors with two very different styles going on. Top floor is 80's night and bottom floor is Industrial. What a mix. You have young college girls excited to be able to crimp their hair and wear red plastic pumps mingling with these dark vixens in black lace and patent leather. I was thoroughly amused. When I'm running my own club, I think the floors will mesh a little better, I know for sure that 80's night is not something I'm crazy about. Anyway, back to it. For starters the dance floor is in the under 21 section, so the bar is in a separate room entirely, which means no drinks near the dance floor. I can handle that, though I usually start my first dance with drink in hand. It certainly cuts down on spilled drinks and shattered glasses that have caused me to bust a time or two. I'd rather have that, however, than the endless scattering of cigarette butts so negligently sprawled about the dance floor. It is going to take me a good LONG while to get used to the smoking inside clubs out here. Not only did the cigarette butts make the dance floor a little slippery (especially in my 6 inch heels), but the smoke filling my lungs makes it really difficult to dance for the extended periods of time that I'm used to. Thick air aside, I had a relatively good time. Right when I walked in, a band was just ending, so half an hour later, two or three people were actually dancing to the music the dj was spinning. She played two or three of my favorite songs, otherwise there was some stuff I hadn't heard, but I liked it. By the time I actually started dancing, there were a handful of people on the floor. I'm used to having a different style than everyone else, but I felt like I stood out more there than anywhere I've been. Maybe it was the amazing outfit I was wearing (skirt designed by the one and only Xandra- whose fashions can turn the eyes of even the blind). Who knows. This guy from Brazil started dancing with me (he wasn't half bad), and he told me I looked like a beautiful Egyptian, a compliment I'll take any day. It felt really good to dance since I hadn't had a chance in weeks. I got lost in my zone for a while, and when I became aware of what was around me, I realized that the dance floor had almost cleared, leaving me in a huge space to myself, and that eyes were on me from all directions. Feeling more like I was being watched than like I was sharing the joy of the beat with other people, I stopped dancing. Don't get me wrong, I love attention, but not like that. So, I left early, missing my girls to the utmost.

Friday night I wanted to groove to some hip hop. It was aching in me since I watched the last few episodes of So You Think You Can Dance (yay for Sabra, by the way), and since I started taking a wicked fun hip hop class out here. They took me to a sleezy bar/club called Teasers here in Ogden which was supposed to be the hoppin'-est place without driving to SLC. We got there and NO ONE was dancing. I bide my time at the bar, where the bar tender only gave me 2 cherries in my drink (man, Joe's hard to beat). Anyway, the music was groovin', so I hit up the dance floor in all it's emptiness. It felt good, and I was breakin' it down, and finally it started crowding up. The people there were certainly enjoying themselves, and that's my favorite part about watching people dance-- there's so much life in it. Well, I'm gettin' down with my bad self, and this guy starts to dance with me. I love dancing with new people, for sure. It was all fine, though he wasn't a great dancer, until his alcohol must have hit him all at once. He stopped reading my body language or respecting my boundaries. Grinding is NOT dancing, and if you don't give me enough space to do my thing (or thang, I should say), I will not want to dance with you. The next four or so songs consisted of him practically chasing me around the dance floor, to the amusement of some bystanders. I don't want to get vicious and push him away, so I gracefully just add movement to my dance which keeps me several paces ahead of his lustful eyes at all times. Finally, I get fed up and quit the floor. If it weren't for him, I think I would have had a little more fun. But the night's not over yet. We head to this other place called Kamikaze's where some friends of theirs are playing. It's this great jam band with dance floor in front, and everyone is getting funky. Funny sidenote: there's also another room playing top 40, so again we find the not so blendable juxtaposition of hippies and fergie wannabe's. Anyway, dancing to this band was a lot more fun, and I really got into my grooooooove (unfortunately, they stopped playing shortly after I started playing). The place closed (at one o'clock... these crazy Utahns aren't late nighters) and we had to leave. I say five stars for whatever the name of that band was because it was wicked fun. It'd been too long since I rocked out to a jam band.

Last night we headed back out to SLC to check out this place called Sky Bar. It's on the thirteenth floor of a hotel, with a view of the city, and it's talked up a lot. I was a little disappointed in its size. It was wicked crowded, and the dance floor was too small. It was also pretty upscale, considering they almost didn't let Stan in because he was wearing a cotton t-shirt. I have to give it mad props for the energy of the people there, though. From the time we got there until the time we left, the dance floor was packed with people gettin' down. I really adored watching them have so much fun. I danced longer here than at any of the other places because it was closer to Diva's (though still leagues away). There were seats all around the floor, and people blowing cigarette smoke into the dance area, which really frustrated me. Otherwise, the music was pretty good. They played a lot of my favorite top 40's. I danced my little heart out joined by my fellow club goers. This one random guy who danced with me was really fun because he knew all the words just like I did, and was just as excited when certain songs came on. He was also really respectful of my space, so it was fun. He couldn't dance, though. I think I'm in withdrawal from a man who can really really dance. I'll be hard pressed to find that here, I'm sure, but I'm on a mission. It's vital. Anyway, I danced until the very end, and the dj even had to say "okay, this song isn't for dancing, it's for getting you guys out of here," to which my only thought was that every song is for dancing. If you want us out, tell us there's a fire.... which I'm glad there wasn't because getting out of there was a mission. Imagine everyone in a jam packed club trying to leave in groups of 6 on three elevators that have to go 13 floors both ways... slow filtering. By the time we got down, the police and firefighters had surrounded the entrance to manage a fight that broke out (the beginning of which started on the elevator, believe it or not). Anyway, I was sweaty ('a little sweat ain't never hurt nobody') and sinking into a depression. Yeah, so maybe I had fun and danced with people who could move, but I MISS MY FRIENDS and Diva's and my dancers. It was a great experience, but the aftertaste is a little sour because it's all so new to me.

I will be checking out new places as often as possible, and I will be on a mission to find people who can dance with me, though NO ONE can replace my diva dancer. Anyway, I have to go polish my dancing shoes, but I'll keep you posted...

Thursday, August 16, 2007

on the road (volume 3)

I wasn't quite prepared for how much beauty is chocked into just the area between Northern Arizona and Southern Utah. Driving along 89 came with so many great views.

I must give a shout out to all the people who live in tiny towns in the middle of nowhere, amidst canyon and mountain, thick in the desert. Honestly, the population in this area is so sparse. If it weren't for the people who ran the gas stations, restaurants, and motels in these towns, it'd pretty much be impossible to traverse the entire area. Did I mention it was beautiful? We drove through a chunk of the Navajo reservation where I got the chance to buy a beautiful turquoise necklace from a guy on the side of the road. He and his wife make jewelry to sell to passersby. It's beautiful (I think I'm overusing that word). We hop onto Scenic Byway 12 (the best kept secret in America), and the view only gets better and better. I don't have pictures of any of this, so here's a random one to keep your attention:
Anyway, it's getting to be dusk and the towns are getting farther and farther apart, so we start looking out for some place to stay. I stop in some town called Hatch and proceed to the first inn in site. It looks like it's straight out of some Western, log buildings and all. It's a motel, general store, and restaurant all in one. Eating dinner at the restaurant, we realize we are the only English speaking guests. Sitting at the table, I can hear Italian, French, and German around me (now, I dig this because I'm a major nerd, so I definitely tried to eavesdrop). We realize that the reason foreign tourists chose this place is because it seems to be real authentic American West- the cowboy dream, you know. It's really amusing. After a good night's sleep, Bryce Canyon is a welcome site.

I was way to beat to hike into the canyon, but next time I certainly will. After savoring this, it's back on the highway. Goblin Valley or bust. It takes quite a while to get there because the road cuts through canyon and mountain and is quite the process. Not to mention that we miss a turn and end up adding 45 or so miles to the journey. I actually snagged some shots of the view this time:

I particularly like this last shot because it's from the belly of Thel (that's my car's name, by the way). And in case I didn't mention it, I highly recommend a scenic drive along Route 12. You won't regret it. Several hours and a random diner stop later, we enter Goblin Valley. This place couldn't have a more appropriate name. If there aren't actual goblins living hidden away here, then the rocks certainly possess some goblin energies. These formations are so incredibly bizarre, and the valley is just eerie. Don't get me wrong, it's gorgeous... breathtaking, even. The silence and the vastness are pretty heavy. I couldn't stay in the actual valley for an extended time because the heat was so oppressive. I knew I would faint if I didn't find some shade, so I took it in from the observation platform. See all the faces?

We left the goblins to their own company, took 12 back up to 70, ate at yet another diner, and headed North. I was yet again astounded by the landscape... the subtle changes and the vast expanses with no sign of civilization. It's comforting to me that there are still such large areas in America that haven't been populated or taken over for industry. Late that night we rolled into Ogden, where I am now. My next step is to make enough money to head to the Portland/Seattle area. But in the meantime, I'll be posting my adventures here in Utah...
Until then, happy trails...

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

on the road (volume 2)

We left the Petrified Forest with the intention of going straight to Sedona (I had been aching to finally get back there). To our surprise (and utter glee), our course turned out to be a little more exciting. An hour or so back on I40, and what do we see but a T-Rex dining on the side of the highway!! Not to mention several other species trying to hitchhike West. I wished James had been with me for this one.

Calming down from our near encounter with the Jurassic Period, I see a sign pointing me to Meteor Crater!! I didn't even realize it was in Arizona. It's approaching dusk, so I know we need to make haste to see this one. I follow the exits and head out into the middle of the desert, where we see that it is entirely gated. Apparently it is privately owned and they charge $15 a head to just look at it. Our budget doesn't particularly allow for this, considering gas prices and all, but what are the odds I'll get back to the middle of the desert, Arizona any time soon? I charge it on my credit card, and we're in. There is a definite cosmic energy lurking here still. It was pretty phenomenal and very difficult to grasp the fact that something so small could make this sort of impact. It was vast and beautiful. They had a chunk of the meteor on display as well.

We leave right as the sun is setting, back onto the highway. The view is absolutely gorgeous. We couldn't get a great shot of it (thanks to the semi-truck), but it made me realize what the song means by 'purple mountains majesty.'

We roll into Sedona around 8:30 (Arizona doesn't observe Daylight Savings, so it's pretty much pitch black). The highway from Flagstaff to Sedona is very mountainous and a little dangerous in the dark. Needless to say, I'd seen it before so I knew what the dark was hiding. Anyway, we walked around the streets of Sedona, had ice cream for dinner (yay!), and decided to find some maps of the area. We wanted to hike to the energy vortices the next morning. We found out that the cheapest motel room was not so cheap, so we drove south of Sedona into the desert lands, parked the car off some side road, and spent the next several hours marveling at the clearness of the night sky. There was no light pollution, and I was in heaven (or the heavens, literally). The arm of the Milky Way was incredibly clear, and I got lost in the beauty of the cosmos. It always boggles my mind to know that I am technically looking to the past by thousands or millions of light years. I regretted not having kept up with my knowledge of the stars. It inspired me to want to get back into astronomy again. Anyway, we slept in the car, waking up to the song of a pack of coyotes that sounded like they'd just made a kill. It was beautiful. The morning sunrise was the best surprise. I woke up to this:

It was around 5 a.m., and we decided to get an early start hiking because the desert heat is a little unbearable. We were off to Cathedral Rock. After a few too many wrong turns, and a really great view of some hot air balloons, we finally found the trail head, and up we went. One part was a little strenuous because it was just climbing up a rock face. It was all very peaceful and incredibly breathtaking. You could certainly sense the energy pulsating here. The hike takes you to the saddle between the 1,000 foot spires of the formation. Pretty impressive.

We were exhausted when we got down (the elevation rises 700 feet in a matter of .6 miles), but we wanted to do more, so we headed to the Bell Rock trail head. We made it to the top of that one (easy in comparison), realized how hot it was, and called it quits.

I snagged up some postcards, took a deep breath (I LOVE this area), and we were on the road again (sweat, dirt, and sunburn included). Northward bound, we hopped on highway 89 bound straight into Utah...

To Be Continued...

Monday, August 13, 2007

on the road

It has been one crazy couple of weeks. I've seen more beauty than I could have imagined, and I've learned many things about myself. The best part is that this adventure isn't over yet.

Friday, August 3, we headed to Boston (my entire life in tow- in the back seat of my car) to enjoy the city for the day and to celebrate Christa's birthday at Axis that night. Our hotel had a great view of Boston, and I had an amazing time dancing to psylab and bass nectar.The next morning, it was on the road. I didn't really stop much along my southern route to Tennessee, mainly because I'd driven it several times before, but mostly because I wanted to get back to Dixieland (the south will always run in my veins). The best surprise was that the city in Pennsylvania we randomly stayed the night in was only 20 miles from Gettysburg, so we woke up early and decided to check it out. It was such a dense place... dense with the gravity and the history behind it. It was certainly a town that had not let go of the death surrounding it.
My heart jumped as soon as we crossed the Mason-Dixon line. Dirty south, ya'll. How I'd missed it, crazy conservatism and all. Once in Tennessee, I realized how comforting the heavy blanket of humidity feels. Seriously, I knew what I'd been missing. Now, that is what I call summer. We rolled into Nashville Sunday evening, and I spent the next couple days reveling in the amazingness of my mom and catching up with all my friends. I got to visit the Parthenon in Centennial Park again, which is always a treat. For those of you who don't know, it's a full size replica of the Grecian Parthenon complete with 40 foot statue of Athena (gold plated), and casts of the Elgin Marbles.

Tuesday we left Nashvegas (or should I say Cashville) with the crazy idea to see Graceland. We got there after it had closed (which is alright by me), snagged some pictures, some postcards, and other Elvis paraphernalia and made our way West.

Traversing I40, we crossed the Mighty Mississippi after sunset, making it wonderfully lit, and certainly mighty. We spent the better part of the evening and the next day making a straight cut through Arkansas (having been advised that there was nothing much to see). We spent the night in some random town there, and headed into Oklahoma the next morning. The scenery was more interesting, and I started missing the hills as the land became flatter and flatter and the vegetation shorter and sparser.

We crossed into the Texas Panhandle, expecting the same old thing, when to our surprise we come across signs pointing us in the direction of the largest cross in the Western Hemisphere!! Enter Groom, Texas. You've got to love the Bible Belt.

As if I weren't getting enough kicks, we realize shortly thereafter that we are driving along historic Route 66. I proceeded to exclaim, "I'm getting my kicks on Route 66," as many times as possible. I also wanted photo documentation.

As the sun was setting, we entered New Mexico. My favorite at that point. We took in the scenery, the amazing architecture, and spent the night on Route 66 (yay!).

The next morning we hit up Old Town Albuquerque. It was deserted that early, so we headed toward the Rio Grande, a very beautiful, very red river, and to the National Petroglyph Monument where we hiked a mile into the desert to see some pretty awesome petroglyphs.

We headed back to Albuquerque once it was 'open for business,' and I met a retired school teacher who runs an antique and folk art store in Old Town. He spends a good part of his time traveling to Mexico and Peru, meeting local artists and finding local art, then he transports it back to New Mexico to sell. There were many Oaxacan pieces that were very beautiful. I picked up a Dia de los Muertos wooden dance mask for a friend. I also found a hand carved horn hair clip, and an Incan tiki fetish carved from stone from the Incan ruins in Peru. The man who ran the store was super nice, and the idea of running a business like that really appealed to me. Who knows... Anyway, if you want a unique gift, check out

Leaving Old Town, we realized we were en route for the Petrified Forest and the Painted Desert. Why not? So, we spent the afternoon/ evening inhaling the absolute gorgeousness of the National Park.

To Be Continued...