I just returned from a road trip with my hubby and children. We went to the Sand Dunes - yes! there are sand dunes in Colorado (ultimately, I still felt water was missing)! And they are beautiful! We continued on through the south-western part of the state to Cortez and then on into Arizona and on into the Grand Canyon, a place I have never been before and Jarrad was at once as a teenager.
More on the Grand Canyon in a second...We left the Grand Canyon after two days and continued on to Page, Arizona (location of Lake Powell) and then to Moab (Arches National Park) and then home with a two day stopover in Glenwood Springs (to play in the hot springs pool and hike the Fairy Caves).
First let me say that this was an adventerous little tour for me: I don't hike (usually) or camp (generally) and my idea of roughing it is not having room service...let's face it - I'm a princess! However, Jarrad is a big proponent of camping, fishing, general crustiness and manly stuff and I do not want my daughters (as princess-y as they are) to grow up any more princess-y! We will not be having any boys (unless we adopt at some point) so I try to allow Jarrad opportunities to "lower" the estrogen level in our home on certain occasions.
So it was off to the Grand Canyon. Upon arrival, my father called to see how we were doing (he was in Florida visiting a friend) and when I told him we were at the Grand Canyon, he informed me that a 4 year old had died there just the day before - fell off the "rim" as they call it! Ok - so everyone who knows me (and this is most of you reading this) knows that I am a paranoid, over-protective, pain in the ass social worker so you can imagine how excited I was to take my daughters and my adventerous husband to the Grand Canyon at this point!
We arrived at the rim just after noon - and yep - I was terrified! I just don't do heights well (ask the friends I once went to the Royal Gorge bridge with!) and the thought of falling off the edge of those cliffs - that literally went anywhere from 400-1,000 feet straight down onto jagged rocks, was terrifying to me. Then the thought that my husband or one of my kids could fall off into the abyss was even worse. Then I got up the courage to look out and across the canyon - next to the site of my daughter's faces just after their births, it was the most breathtaking and heart stopping site I have ever seen in my life. I was completely overwhelmned by the power of nature itself and how our planet can create something so wonderful, beautiful and powerful all at the same time.
I am somewhat of a history buff and am fascinated at the energy in places and what has gone on there before me...thus I was lead to the book store where I found a book: Over the Edge - Death in Grand Canyon. In the midst of this book I have discovered that I will have to do some further reading on the Grand Canyon. The history of this place fascinates me and although I am horrified at 1)the general stupidity of people and 2) the absolutely unforgiving nature of ...well...nature - I find that I understand the inability of people to just walk away from that place and not become obsessed with every frighteningly beautiful and sacred inch of the vast cliffs, deep canyons and rushing river. Over the Edge has also taught me all of the very vast and different ways that there are to die in the Grand Canyon, but also some of the absolutely fascincating history - and it IS fascinating! So now I will have to wrestle with myself between wanting to hike the canyons and explore things from ancient ruins to the probability of finding dead bodies and abandoned pieces of history, versus not wanting to die! A trip back will likely be in the workings - when the girls are older and when I am fitter and feeling up to accomplishing such a task!
Then it was off across Arizona and into Moab. Holy shit - that's really all I can say...mostly because I had no idea that this stuff was OUT there! Vistas changed from one mile to the next: jagged grey mountains, sheer red cliffs jutting up out of a desert, round and etched rock that looks like it has no business being where it sits! Questions ran through my brain - how old was that rock slide? Did people live on that ledge up there like in Mesa Verde? Did people ever live in this canyon - it's so beautiful now - did it look like this 800 years ago? Who walked here? How did they live? How did they die? What aspect of nature caused that to look that particular way?! What the hell did people think when they rode a horse/wagon up to this?!?
Mostly I was just completely awestruck at how beautiful our planet is and what it has to offer - and then sad at how badly we treat it...
I learned a few valuable things on this trip:
1. Most of the people who die in Grand Canyon are young adult males
2. A body that falls into the Colorado river from a bridge 450 feet will appear to "flatten out and burst open" according to eye witnesses
3. Crystal Rapids is the deadliest rapid on the Colorado river in the Canyon
4. Once you see the Grand Canyon and start learning some of its history, the bottom will call to you...
5. Moab and the Arches National Park is not a place that should only be alloted a day
6. Denny's in Moab sucks and should never be considered as a dining option, even in desperation.
7. We live on a wonderful, beautiful and tragically unforgiving planet - we should try not to fuck it up...
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and 8. The bloody mary's at the diner in downtown Glenwood Springs are awesome - but don't have more than 3 if you plan on doing anything the rest of the day!
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