Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Day 1368: Best of Bryce
We have about a thousand photos from our trip and I've just begun to edit. Toward the end of the trip, we did a survey, as we usually do, to pick the best of the best. Favorite park, favorite restaurant, favorite hike, best pizza. And we agreed: our favorite national park is Bryce Canyon. Here's just a few of the best shots of Bryce.
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Day 1367: Home again!
Just a few of my favorite photos! More will be coming over the next few days.
Bryce Canyon
In Canyonlands
Sculptures in front of the Comb Ridge restaurant
Petroglyphs
Monday, September 28, 2015
Day 1366: Mat Franco
We really hate Las Vegas and everything it represents. Excess, gluttony, indulgence, noise, smoking, gambling. We booked flights for our trip out of Las Vegas because they were the cheapest rates, but I don't ever care to come back.
When planning the trip, we decided to get tickets for one of our favorite AGT performers, Magician Mat Franco. We waited forty-five minutes for a taxi to get to the theater and then struggled through the ubiquitous slot machines to pick up our tickets. We escaped the smoke and noise for a short time to enjoy a delicious dinner served by a lovely, personable waitress.
The show was delightful! Mat is so sweet and funny that we were glad we had endured the horrors of this city to see him. I raised my hand every time he asked for volunteers and was disappointed not to be chosen. We certainly understand that his magic is all illusion and sleight of hand, but he is so proficient and entertaining, that we get drawn right in.
Driving five hours across the desert in temps soaring up to 103 made us hunger for the cool air and color of western NY. Just a few more hours!
When planning the trip, we decided to get tickets for one of our favorite AGT performers, Magician Mat Franco. We waited forty-five minutes for a taxi to get to the theater and then struggled through the ubiquitous slot machines to pick up our tickets. We escaped the smoke and noise for a short time to enjoy a delicious dinner served by a lovely, personable waitress.
The show was delightful! Mat is so sweet and funny that we were glad we had endured the horrors of this city to see him. I raised my hand every time he asked for volunteers and was disappointed not to be chosen. We certainly understand that his magic is all illusion and sleight of hand, but he is so proficient and entertaining, that we get drawn right in.
Driving five hours across the desert in temps soaring up to 103 made us hunger for the cool air and color of western NY. Just a few more hours!
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Day 1365: Blood Moon!
Maybe we should not be looking at the local newspaper while on vacation. Today, I found out another classmate died this month. Six. Six since June 30. Plus a classmates's wife. I know we're gettng older, but this is devastating.
The last time I saw Paul was when he came to our house in 2002 for a class reunion picnic. He brought his son who swam while we visited. He was a great musician, father, husband and friend.
It was 100 degrees today and we were limp. Instead of hiking we took a trolley tour of Sedona and then spent the afternoon at the pool. Not a bad deal since it was most likely my last outside swim of the year. We had the entire pool and patio to ourselves. It was strangely quiet.
We had dinner down the street at the Javelina Cantina. Fajitas, sangria, chips and salsa. Delicious! Then we spent the evening watching the lunar eclipse. Just think of it. People all over the Western Hemisphere were watching the same natural phenomenon with awe and wonder. Great night. Tomorrow, we return to Las Vegas for the Mat Franco show and then fly home on Tuesday. Actually, I can't wait to get home.
The last time I saw Paul was when he came to our house in 2002 for a class reunion picnic. He brought his son who swam while we visited. He was a great musician, father, husband and friend.
It was 100 degrees today and we were limp. Instead of hiking we took a trolley tour of Sedona and then spent the afternoon at the pool. Not a bad deal since it was most likely my last outside swim of the year. We had the entire pool and patio to ourselves. It was strangely quiet.
We had dinner down the street at the Javelina Cantina. Fajitas, sangria, chips and salsa. Delicious! Then we spent the evening watching the lunar eclipse. Just think of it. People all over the Western Hemisphere were watching the same natural phenomenon with awe and wonder. Great night. Tomorrow, we return to Las Vegas for the Mat Franco show and then fly home on Tuesday. Actually, I can't wait to get home.
Saturday, September 26, 2015
Day 1364: Navajo Museum
Our day began at the Navajo Interactive Museum in Tuba City. What a humbling experience! We're both historians who taught for many years. We should have known more of the Navajo stories, but we didn't know much beyond the code talkers. The inhumane, brutal and callous treatment of native Americans is widely known. This museum recounted every massacre, displacement and livestock slaughter they endured.
It was painful just to read of the degradation and cruelty. The Indian schools were especially horrific. Children were taken from their parents and often never returned. They were transported eastward to schools where they were forbidden to speak their own language. Their hair was cut and their clothes were taken. Many were sexually abused and beaten.
The Navajo code talkers were young men drafted to serve in WWII. Although Navajo served in every theater of war, one group was selected for special service. They developed an unbreakable code to be used in the Pacific. Many credit their code with leading to the American victory against Japan. None of them ever got a promotion beyond private despite their contributions. After the war they were ordered not to reveal what they had done for twenty-six years! Finally, the survivors were recognized as heroes.
Prejudice and cruelty run so deep in American society and history. The conquerors always despise the vanquished. Entire populations were seen as less than human, and some people continue that sentiment. Why is there so little compassion and understanding for others who happen to be a little different?
The trip into Sedona was terrifying and spectacular at the same time. Switchbacks all the way from 8000 feet down to 4000 feet. Huge rock faces, towering Ponderosa pines, tumbling streams drew my attention, but Steve was riveted on the oncoming traffic and people who popped out suddenly. No shoulders, no guard rails. Motorcycles actually passed us on the curves! When we got to the valley, he said that was it. He could not do it again.
Sedona is gorgeous, but incredibly commercialized. The center of town was jammed with people dashing between stores, galleries and restaurants. We took refuge in the hotel pool till it cooled off. With the temperature hovering around 100, our hiking will be very limited. Tomorrow, we'll explore.
It was painful just to read of the degradation and cruelty. The Indian schools were especially horrific. Children were taken from their parents and often never returned. They were transported eastward to schools where they were forbidden to speak their own language. Their hair was cut and their clothes were taken. Many were sexually abused and beaten.
The Navajo code talkers were young men drafted to serve in WWII. Although Navajo served in every theater of war, one group was selected for special service. They developed an unbreakable code to be used in the Pacific. Many credit their code with leading to the American victory against Japan. None of them ever got a promotion beyond private despite their contributions. After the war they were ordered not to reveal what they had done for twenty-six years! Finally, the survivors were recognized as heroes.
Prejudice and cruelty run so deep in American society and history. The conquerors always despise the vanquished. Entire populations were seen as less than human, and some people continue that sentiment. Why is there so little compassion and understanding for others who happen to be a little different?
The trip into Sedona was terrifying and spectacular at the same time. Switchbacks all the way from 8000 feet down to 4000 feet. Huge rock faces, towering Ponderosa pines, tumbling streams drew my attention, but Steve was riveted on the oncoming traffic and people who popped out suddenly. No shoulders, no guard rails. Motorcycles actually passed us on the curves! When we got to the valley, he said that was it. He could not do it again.
Sedona is gorgeous, but incredibly commercialized. The center of town was jammed with people dashing between stores, galleries and restaurants. We took refuge in the hotel pool till it cooled off. With the temperature hovering around 100, our hiking will be very limited. Tomorrow, we'll explore.
Friday, September 25, 2015
Day 1363: the Grand Canyon
It was a long exhausting day filled with grandeur and geological wonders. We left the hotel at 8 am and got back at 7:00. Steve barely slept in anticipation of the difficult drive. Most of route 64 was manageable because it has shoulders and metal guard rails at the bends. Once inside the national park, however, it was back to narrow lanes. He was miserable.
We entered from the east and hit five overlooks in the twenty- five miles before the visitor center. Usually, he stayed about ten feet from the edge, even when there were railings. I get freaked out by people's recklessness. One young Japanese mother put her toddler down next to an open railing while she visited with someone. He was only a foot away from the edge! Whenever I saw people posing for pictures right on the edge, I had to walk away.
Many years ago when we were visiting Niagara Falls, a mother dropped her baby over a railing into the falls. I didn't see it happen, but we were in the park and I was so horrified I had nightmares and we didn't return for years.
Dealing with millions of visitors every year has created both benefits and problems in the park. In the Grand Canyon Village, there is every service a guest might need; lodging, food, transportation, first aid, shopping. It means more people can xperience the wonders, but it also creates a Disney World atmosphere.
An elaborate shuttle system ferries folks along the south rim. Guests jump off at an overlook, take pictures and then ten minutes later another busicks them up and transports them to the next vista. I was so grateful for the system because the bus was air conditioned. Without it, we would not have seen much. Instead, we stopped at seven of the nine viewing points.
Air pollution compromised the views. A haze settled over the canyons and obscured the distant features. But it was magnificent! People from all over the world were gathered in peace to enjoy this magnificent natural wonder.
I haven't written anything about Pope Francis' visit to the US. What an inspirational, humble and loving man.
In political news, John Boehner announced his resignation as Speaker of the House and his seat in the House. Moderates and Democrats should not celebrate. His replacement will be much more difficult to work with and even less will get done in Congress.
We entered from the east and hit five overlooks in the twenty- five miles before the visitor center. Usually, he stayed about ten feet from the edge, even when there were railings. I get freaked out by people's recklessness. One young Japanese mother put her toddler down next to an open railing while she visited with someone. He was only a foot away from the edge! Whenever I saw people posing for pictures right on the edge, I had to walk away.
Many years ago when we were visiting Niagara Falls, a mother dropped her baby over a railing into the falls. I didn't see it happen, but we were in the park and I was so horrified I had nightmares and we didn't return for years.
Dealing with millions of visitors every year has created both benefits and problems in the park. In the Grand Canyon Village, there is every service a guest might need; lodging, food, transportation, first aid, shopping. It means more people can xperience the wonders, but it also creates a Disney World atmosphere.
An elaborate shuttle system ferries folks along the south rim. Guests jump off at an overlook, take pictures and then ten minutes later another busicks them up and transports them to the next vista. I was so grateful for the system because the bus was air conditioned. Without it, we would not have seen much. Instead, we stopped at seven of the nine viewing points.
Air pollution compromised the views. A haze settled over the canyons and obscured the distant features. But it was magnificent! People from all over the world were gathered in peace to enjoy this magnificent natural wonder.
I haven't written anything about Pope Francis' visit to the US. What an inspirational, humble and loving man.
In political news, John Boehner announced his resignation as Speaker of the House and his seat in the House. Moderates and Democrats should not celebrate. His replacement will be much more difficult to work with and even less will get done in Congress.
Thursday, September 24, 2015
Day 1362: Tuba City
Recapture Lodge sits on a couple acres about a half mile from the San Juan River. We loved the quaint character of the lodge, but the walls were paper thin and there was no air conditioning. A huge group of German tourists departed early this morning so they were up bustling about by 6 am. Of course, the neighborhood roosters woke everyone early.
After things quieted down, we strolled over to the office for a home style breakfast. Flowered tablecloths and fresh flowers on every table, real china dishes, boxes of cereal on the counter, fresh fruit in a basket, the toaster with bags of bread and jam set on a table. On one side board, a collection of regional maps, tour books, scrabble games and books. On another, kids' art projects of Pueblo structures, dusty house plants and unusual rocks. It was a room I could get lost in.
Later, we ambled down to the river. Birds, finally, flit among the scrubby brush, except the vultures which keep a close eye on us from nearby dead cottonwoods. The river flowed faster and muddier than we expected. At least sixty feet wide, crooked shadows from the towering cliffs fell across the water. As we turned back, we were startled by a voice from the river calling out to us. A canoeist, gliding rapidly along the surface, "Is this the park campsites?" "No, this is a lodge!"
On the way back, we discovered a structure built by architectural design students. It's intent is to provide shade and relief from the intense sun at mid day, but also blend in with the environment. It was constructed of steel cables in the shape of arching saplings. Then they wove willow branches through the steel to give it a natural appearance. Rock benches underneath offers seating. It was so inconspicuous that we barely notice it.
Most tourists are up and out on the road early, but we so enjoy a morning's quiet moments. An hour's walk starts the day off right.
We drove through the steeples and towers of Monument Valley today. It lies entirely within the Navajo Reservation. In the distance, the White Mesa. Sprinkled in the wild terrain were pockets of settlements. A trailer, a few ranch houses, outbuildings and a corral. Occasionally, a short windmill and water tank. For many miles, an electric railroad track paralleled the highway. How do these folks make their living in such isolation? Where do they get their water? It was so desolate.
Fortunately, there were very few sharp curves and steep drops, so we may sleep better tonight. Tomorrow, our destination is the south rim of the Grand Canyon. Route 64 is supposed to be picturesque, but not too dangerous. We changed our plans and dropped the visit to the north rim
entirely. Too much scary driving! The temperatures are still outrageously hot, so we will do more looking than hiking.
After things quieted down, we strolled over to the office for a home style breakfast. Flowered tablecloths and fresh flowers on every table, real china dishes, boxes of cereal on the counter, fresh fruit in a basket, the toaster with bags of bread and jam set on a table. On one side board, a collection of regional maps, tour books, scrabble games and books. On another, kids' art projects of Pueblo structures, dusty house plants and unusual rocks. It was a room I could get lost in.
Later, we ambled down to the river. Birds, finally, flit among the scrubby brush, except the vultures which keep a close eye on us from nearby dead cottonwoods. The river flowed faster and muddier than we expected. At least sixty feet wide, crooked shadows from the towering cliffs fell across the water. As we turned back, we were startled by a voice from the river calling out to us. A canoeist, gliding rapidly along the surface, "Is this the park campsites?" "No, this is a lodge!"
On the way back, we discovered a structure built by architectural design students. It's intent is to provide shade and relief from the intense sun at mid day, but also blend in with the environment. It was constructed of steel cables in the shape of arching saplings. Then they wove willow branches through the steel to give it a natural appearance. Rock benches underneath offers seating. It was so inconspicuous that we barely notice it.
Most tourists are up and out on the road early, but we so enjoy a morning's quiet moments. An hour's walk starts the day off right.
We drove through the steeples and towers of Monument Valley today. It lies entirely within the Navajo Reservation. In the distance, the White Mesa. Sprinkled in the wild terrain were pockets of settlements. A trailer, a few ranch houses, outbuildings and a corral. Occasionally, a short windmill and water tank. For many miles, an electric railroad track paralleled the highway. How do these folks make their living in such isolation? Where do they get their water? It was so desolate.
Fortunately, there were very few sharp curves and steep drops, so we may sleep better tonight. Tomorrow, our destination is the south rim of the Grand Canyon. Route 64 is supposed to be picturesque, but not too dangerous. We changed our plans and dropped the visit to the north rim
entirely. Too much scary driving! The temperatures are still outrageously hot, so we will do more looking than hiking.
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
Day 1361: Route 191
A very full day and there is only a very weak wifi signal here at Recapture Lodge.
Departed Moab at 9:30 and almost immediately discovered Wison Arch right along the highway. I had to climb up to it since that didn't happen yesterday. Sand covered rock slopes made the footing difficult, but the view was so worth it.
Passed Hole in the Rock, a passage celebrated by Mormons who settled this region. Didn't bother to stop.
Stopped at a 7-11 in Monticello. Guess we look like locals because a guy asked Steve for directions.
Spent a couple hours at Edge of the Cedars State Park. Fantastic displays of rock art, petroglyphs, photography of the canyons, paintings, ruins of a pre-Puebloan structure and an extraordinary sculpture. The history geeks loved it.
Visited the Dinosaur Museum in Blanding. Fascinating!
Arrived at Recapture Lodge. Perfect place for us cause it feels like home.
Visited Fort Bluff and the information center. It's a reconstructed Mormon village and historical center. They tried to rope us in, but we resisted.
Dinner at Comb Ridge. Excellent gourmet dinner in this little town of 800 people.
Drove to cemetery ridge to watch the sunset and met some great folks from Colorado.
Watched the stars on this black and quiet night.
Departed Moab at 9:30 and almost immediately discovered Wison Arch right along the highway. I had to climb up to it since that didn't happen yesterday. Sand covered rock slopes made the footing difficult, but the view was so worth it.
Passed Hole in the Rock, a passage celebrated by Mormons who settled this region. Didn't bother to stop.
Stopped at a 7-11 in Monticello. Guess we look like locals because a guy asked Steve for directions.
Spent a couple hours at Edge of the Cedars State Park. Fantastic displays of rock art, petroglyphs, photography of the canyons, paintings, ruins of a pre-Puebloan structure and an extraordinary sculpture. The history geeks loved it.
Visited the Dinosaur Museum in Blanding. Fascinating!
Arrived at Recapture Lodge. Perfect place for us cause it feels like home.
Visited Fort Bluff and the information center. It's a reconstructed Mormon village and historical center. They tried to rope us in, but we resisted.
Dinner at Comb Ridge. Excellent gourmet dinner in this little town of 800 people.
Drove to cemetery ridge to watch the sunset and met some great folks from Colorado.
Watched the stars on this black and quiet night.
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Day 1360: Canyonlands National Park
Twenty miles back on route 191, we began our upward journey to Canyonlands. The park is 527 square miles and much of it has yet to explored. It is one of the most primitive, challenging and desolate tracks of land in the US. Our trip began well with level land on either side of the road, but inevitably, the twisting turns and steep drop offs appeared. Steve got more nervous and intense the farther we drove.
At the Island in the Sky visitor center, we had a dazzling view of Shafer Canyon with the La Sal Mountains in the distance. We were fortunate it was a clear day, because so much sediment blows into the valleys that dust often obscures the view. Far below, a winding dirt road twisted down from the heights into the depths. We watched as a vehicle crept downward.
The Green and Colorado rivers split the park into three segments: Island in the Sky in the north, the Maze in the southwest and The Needles in the southeast. We met a couple who were leaving to spend five days in canoes on the Green River. They have to take everything in with them and carry all waste out.
One of the things that has impressed me is how very adventurous and daring people are. Yes, there are plenty of couch potatoes in the country, but out here we have seen and met incredibly
courageous people. The bicyclists alone are incredible. Every peak we reach, there are cyclists there. In Moab, there are a half dozen adventure centers that sell all kinds of extreme adventures from sky diving over the canyons, white water rafting, hummer tours up the cliffs, zip lining, ATVs. People are looking for excitement! All of them make our puny little trips seem very mild.
I got great photos of the broad canyons and distant mountains.
At the Island in the Sky visitor center, we had a dazzling view of Shafer Canyon with the La Sal Mountains in the distance. We were fortunate it was a clear day, because so much sediment blows into the valleys that dust often obscures the view. Far below, a winding dirt road twisted down from the heights into the depths. We watched as a vehicle crept downward.
The Green and Colorado rivers split the park into three segments: Island in the Sky in the north, the Maze in the southwest and The Needles in the southeast. We met a couple who were leaving to spend five days in canoes on the Green River. They have to take everything in with them and carry all waste out.
One of the things that has impressed me is how very adventurous and daring people are. Yes, there are plenty of couch potatoes in the country, but out here we have seen and met incredibly
courageous people. The bicyclists alone are incredible. Every peak we reach, there are cyclists there. In Moab, there are a half dozen adventure centers that sell all kinds of extreme adventures from sky diving over the canyons, white water rafting, hummer tours up the cliffs, zip lining, ATVs. People are looking for excitement! All of them make our puny little trips seem very mild.
I got great photos of the broad canyons and distant mountains.
Monday, September 21, 2015
Day 1359: On the Colorado River
We packed this day full! With a storm predicted for tomorrow, I didn't want to take any chances that we'd miss the highlights of Arches National Park. We took off early and drove another narrow twisting switchback to reach the main highlights of the park. We hiked into a viewpoint for Delicate Arch, but it was blistering hot. If we don't get back again, I can live with what we saw.
Steve wanted to go white water rafting. Usually, I'm game for anything, but the prospect of falling out of a boat in a raging river is terrifying. So we settled on taking a jet boat down the Colorado and it was delightful. Good for 80 year old Korean War vets and scaredy cats like me. The river is only 2.5 feet deep right now and we didn't see even a ripple.
Andrew, our guide/ captain, was so funny. He made the tour entertaining as well as informative. None of the neatest things we saw was a rock climber on the face of a massive wall of rock. When I posted it, Matt said he's climbed in that spot!
And to top off the afternoon, when we returned, I was able to swim another eighty lengths so I completed 109 miles!
Steve wanted to go white water rafting. Usually, I'm game for anything, but the prospect of falling out of a boat in a raging river is terrifying. So we settled on taking a jet boat down the Colorado and it was delightful. Good for 80 year old Korean War vets and scaredy cats like me. The river is only 2.5 feet deep right now and we didn't see even a ripple.
Andrew, our guide/ captain, was so funny. He made the tour entertaining as well as informative. None of the neatest things we saw was a rock climber on the face of a massive wall of rock. When I posted it, Matt said he's climbed in that spot!
And to top off the afternoon, when we returned, I was able to swim another eighty lengths so I completed 109 miles!
Sunday, September 20, 2015
Day 1358: In the Valley of Goblins
Mostly we drove today, from Torrey to Moab on route 24 with a side trip to Goblin State Park. Past Capitol Reef, the terrain became increasingly gray and lifeless. We left behind the valley oases with fruit trees and grass and discovered only desert scrub vegetation. The towns were non existent. Cell signals faded in and out. If someone had an accident, help would be far away.
Goblin State Park is thirteen miles off Rt. 24. It's a miracle anyone ever discovered it. The area is a tidal flat that lay at the edge of a vast ancient ocean. The goblin formations are the result of alternating deposits of hard sandstone and soft siltstone that eroded at different rates. The otherworldly creatures jut upwards from the floor of a wide valley of packed sandstone. Visitors are permitted to walk among them and even climb the structures. Even brushing against one makes it crumble beneath your touch.
We planned to walk only for a half hour because I was determined not to relapse. Of course, we took plenty of water, wore hats, hiking boots and slathered ourselves in sunscreen. We were horrified to see young parents take their children into the furnace at noon in sandals and no hats. A baby rode uncovered in her dad's arms. Anyway, it was delightful and fascinating.
Once in Moab, we checked in and fell asleep. At dinner at Pasta Jays, the Danish couple we met in Hurricane were seated across from us. What a small world! I wish we could have spent more time with them.
We lost another classmate yesterday, the fifth since June 30. I am so saddened by her passing because she was a good and hardworking woman who showed me great kindness years ago. It's a long story that I will save for another night.
Tomorrow, we're off on a speed boat tour of the Colorado River. It's not white water rafting like Steve wanted, but it's a decent compromise.
Goblin State Park is thirteen miles off Rt. 24. It's a miracle anyone ever discovered it. The area is a tidal flat that lay at the edge of a vast ancient ocean. The goblin formations are the result of alternating deposits of hard sandstone and soft siltstone that eroded at different rates. The otherworldly creatures jut upwards from the floor of a wide valley of packed sandstone. Visitors are permitted to walk among them and even climb the structures. Even brushing against one makes it crumble beneath your touch.
We planned to walk only for a half hour because I was determined not to relapse. Of course, we took plenty of water, wore hats, hiking boots and slathered ourselves in sunscreen. We were horrified to see young parents take their children into the furnace at noon in sandals and no hats. A baby rode uncovered in her dad's arms. Anyway, it was delightful and fascinating.
Once in Moab, we checked in and fell asleep. At dinner at Pasta Jays, the Danish couple we met in Hurricane were seated across from us. What a small world! I wish we could have spent more time with them.
We lost another classmate yesterday, the fifth since June 30. I am so saddened by her passing because she was a good and hardworking woman who showed me great kindness years ago. It's a long story that I will save for another night.
Tomorrow, we're off on a speed boat tour of the Colorado River. It's not white water rafting like Steve wanted, but it's a decent compromise.
Saturday, September 19, 2015
Day 1357: Capitol Reef mishaps
Slept in, woke with a migraine, still dehydrated from yesterday's hike. But we tackled Hickman Bridge trail. Just .9 miles out. Just an increase of 400 feet of elevation. Just 11:00 am and the sun is burning us up. And another .9 back.
It was a spectacular hike and we met lots of nice, unprepared people. We were super prepared and loaded with water and Gatorade and I still got in trouble. Wimp. Hickman bridge was massive and dramatic, just like so much of the terrain here. Oh, but western NY is far more beautiful.
After a picnic in a grove on the banks of the Fremont River, we traveled the scenic drive to the Wash Basin canyon. Paved road, then dirt road, then a short hike up the wash. Coming toward us on the trail, a man carrying a baby in a carrier followed by a pregnant woman and four more young blonde children. All perfectly fine and my head was exploding. Bounced back along the dirt road, along route 24 to the hotel. Can hardly wait for a cool room and darkness.
I check in, get the keys, return to the car. Steve's crazed. The car won't move. He tries everything, but it's locked up and the brake light is on. He consults the driver's manual and I Google it. There has to be an answer for this sudden failure. Had something broken on that dusty road?
He calls Hertz to figure out what to do. They make arrangements. Every sound sets off lightening bolts. In and out he goes. Finally, he's back. The hotel maintenance man found the problems. Inadvertently, he had hit the emergency brake button. Was it in the manual? No! And, one of the Jeep's safety features is it won't move if the door is open. Was that in the manual or even on Google? No way! That fine gentleman saved us a fortune and tons of time and aggravation.
In a few hours, I felt better and had energy for dinner. The Rim Rock Inn: best restaurant we've been to in many years. Another day filled with wonders and good fortune.
Friday, September 18, 2015
Day 1356: Terror on Route 12
I had a hard time deciding on a title for tonight's blog entry. Should I choose "Peeing by Starlight" or "'Hiking Among Chimneys" or "Escalante's Gourmet Pizza" or how about, "Humping on the Highway"? Intrigued? I hope so.
The night sky was so clear and dark that I saw more stars last night than ever. There was no light pollution from street lights, parking lots or big box stores. The air was pure silent and crisp. I felt I could reach out and grab a handful of stars from the expansive night sky. Going to bed so early meant I was up four times to pee, but oh the stars! I lingered, gazed and breathed deeply. And did not sleep.
We decided to leave our little campsite, turn northeast and explore a few out of the way state parks starting with Kodachrome State Park, just nine miles from Cannonville. A bleak and dismal park, its main features were free standing towering pillars of sand that had been carved by water and wind. We hiked out 45 minutes to see the panoramic view of the Grand Staircase National Monument and then turned back. It was breathtaking! To us, the towers looked like giant angry penises!
Route 12 is billed as the most beautiful scenic highway in the United States! There is no denying this claim. We gasped at every turn, not just from the sheer beauty and scale of the natural wonders, but also from sheer terror. So narrow, so curvy, so dangerous! No guard rails, no shoulders! Steve had a death grip on the steering wheel and was soaked in sweat after the leg from Escalante to Boulder.
Signs warned of free range cattle and we saw quite a few wandering alongside the highway. Then they started appearing in the middle. And the worst bunch was a group of four young black cattle. One stood in the center of the road, while his pals fooled around on the side. One young male held up traffic when he mounted the female standing in the lane.
We also stopped to view the sights at the Petrified Forest State Park and the Anasazi Ruins State Park and lots more. It was an amazing day and I am so very grateful we were able to come. Too tired to write any more tonight.
The night sky was so clear and dark that I saw more stars last night than ever. There was no light pollution from street lights, parking lots or big box stores. The air was pure silent and crisp. I felt I could reach out and grab a handful of stars from the expansive night sky. Going to bed so early meant I was up four times to pee, but oh the stars! I lingered, gazed and breathed deeply. And did not sleep.
We decided to leave our little campsite, turn northeast and explore a few out of the way state parks starting with Kodachrome State Park, just nine miles from Cannonville. A bleak and dismal park, its main features were free standing towering pillars of sand that had been carved by water and wind. We hiked out 45 minutes to see the panoramic view of the Grand Staircase National Monument and then turned back. It was breathtaking! To us, the towers looked like giant angry penises!
Route 12 is billed as the most beautiful scenic highway in the United States! There is no denying this claim. We gasped at every turn, not just from the sheer beauty and scale of the natural wonders, but also from sheer terror. So narrow, so curvy, so dangerous! No guard rails, no shoulders! Steve had a death grip on the steering wheel and was soaked in sweat after the leg from Escalante to Boulder.
Signs warned of free range cattle and we saw quite a few wandering alongside the highway. Then they started appearing in the middle. And the worst bunch was a group of four young black cattle. One stood in the center of the road, while his pals fooled around on the side. One young male held up traffic when he mounted the female standing in the lane.
We also stopped to view the sights at the Petrified Forest State Park and the Anasazi Ruins State Park and lots more. It was an amazing day and I am so very grateful we were able to come. Too tired to write any more tonight.
Thursday, September 17, 2015
Day 1355: Bryce Canyon
We're camping at a KOA in a tiny village called Cannonville in our new backpacking tent. I can actually sit up in this tent! It's only 8:30, but pitch black, so we won't be wandering around much. The tent site is in a lovely location, though the bathrooms are far away. Not great for those of us over sixty.
Bryce was even more spectacular than Zion. A short hike through Red Canyon set the stage for the beauty of Bryce, but not the scale of its grandeur. The canyons, plateaus and mesas are so vast, they stretch as far as you can see. We drove to the top of the park at Rainbow Point which is at 9115 feet above sea level. There we had a Quest lunch and then hiked the Bristlecone trail. It started out mild, but led us to a breathtaking vista that had Steve clinging to the trees. The drop offs were so steep and jagged, we felt pulled over the edge. He said walking that ridge was harder than fighting a fire or being shot at. It made my knees week, but not like him. He couldn't watch when I approached the edge to take photos.
For the next few hours, we worked our way down the mountain road and stopped at a dozen overlooks, each with different perspectives and incredible formations.
The canyons are primarily limestone tinted rusty pink by iron deposits that have oxidized over time. Torrents of water have drained through the areas for millennia to create these magnificent formations they call hoodoos.
On the eastern side of the park the formations changed completely in color, height and structure. They were more like giant swirling mud puddles that had been heaved up and solidified. Junipers and pines appeared and gradually the earth leveled to a high plateau.
We made a dehydrated sweet and sour pork entree for dinner and added an apple cobbler for dessert. There's a Communal kitchen nearby for washing up or cooking, so that was helpful. It was fun and took us back to some of our earlier adventures.
We're trying to decide what to do tomorrow. Stay here and explore the Kodachrome State Park's unique cylindrical chimneys called sand pipes or pick up camp and move on to Escalante national monument. We don't really see the point in going back twenty miles to hike in Bryce when there's more hiking ahead.
The night will determine our course.
Bryce was even more spectacular than Zion. A short hike through Red Canyon set the stage for the beauty of Bryce, but not the scale of its grandeur. The canyons, plateaus and mesas are so vast, they stretch as far as you can see. We drove to the top of the park at Rainbow Point which is at 9115 feet above sea level. There we had a Quest lunch and then hiked the Bristlecone trail. It started out mild, but led us to a breathtaking vista that had Steve clinging to the trees. The drop offs were so steep and jagged, we felt pulled over the edge. He said walking that ridge was harder than fighting a fire or being shot at. It made my knees week, but not like him. He couldn't watch when I approached the edge to take photos.
For the next few hours, we worked our way down the mountain road and stopped at a dozen overlooks, each with different perspectives and incredible formations.
The canyons are primarily limestone tinted rusty pink by iron deposits that have oxidized over time. Torrents of water have drained through the areas for millennia to create these magnificent formations they call hoodoos.
On the eastern side of the park the formations changed completely in color, height and structure. They were more like giant swirling mud puddles that had been heaved up and solidified. Junipers and pines appeared and gradually the earth leveled to a high plateau.
We made a dehydrated sweet and sour pork entree for dinner and added an apple cobbler for dessert. There's a Communal kitchen nearby for washing up or cooking, so that was helpful. It was fun and took us back to some of our earlier adventures.
We're trying to decide what to do tomorrow. Stay here and explore the Kodachrome State Park's unique cylindrical chimneys called sand pipes or pick up camp and move on to Escalante national monument. We don't really see the point in going back twenty miles to hike in Bryce when there's more hiking ahead.
The night will determine our course.
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Day 1354: Zion National Park
Eight miles of hiking in Zion National Park today! Wish I could figure out how to post photos of our amazing day. After breakfast, we drove about 20 miles northeast to the park through beautiful territory. Thick, billowing clouds scudded across the sky, sunlight peaking through and highlighting the jagged faces of rock. The light played tricks, turning purple to gold, pink to russet.
To limit the number of cars in the park, shuttle buses in the town of Springdale pick up passengers from nine locations and deposit them at the visitor center. Then the park provides shuttles along the entire 30 mile scenic route. Visitors can exit to hike at any of eighteen different trails that vary in distance, difficulty and accessibility. Buses come by every five minutes to pick up weary hikers.
The park was packed with tourists from Germany, France, Japan and China, and of course, American senior citizens like us. We were prepared. Our day packs carried water, bagels, cheese, apples, trail mix, plastic bags, cameras, raincoats, an extra layer, money, aspirin, first aid supplies. We wore hiking boots, thick socks, hats, shorts and sunglasses. Other folks went for a stroll in sandals.
There were warnings posted about entering the narrows that people ignored again today. Yesterday, seven hikers were in the narrows when flash floods hit. They ignored the weather reports, too. While we hiked the riverwalk trail, a helicopter made sweeps back and forth along the course of the Virgin River searching for the last body. It was chilling.
So, we hiked four trails for a total of eight miles. The Kayenta trail took us up 800 feet in elevation to a series of three emerald pools with very small waterfalls. Small today, but not yesterday. Water cascaded from every rock slope and carried with it tons of red sandstone fragments. It was clear that workers were out early this morning to shovel red sand from the paths. They've made sections of the park along the river accessible to wheelchairs. We walked the trail and were stunned by the vistas.
Dinner was served on the patio at the Canyon Brewery. Our view was of the mountain peaks and the river running muddy and wild. Stunning.
Tomorrow, we're going to do the Canyon Overlook Trail on our way to Bryce Canyon.
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Day 1353: Deadliest day in Utah
Last night heavy rains fell along the Arizona - Utah border causing flash floods in the steep canyons. Sixteen have bee killed in the last twenty- four hours, making it the deadliest day in Utah's weather history. Tragically, four from one family were killed here in Zion when their car was swept away and another twelve were lost nearby in a slot canyon.
Families are still awaiting news of their loved ones. How horrible to be on vacation and suffer such a shocking and horrifying accident. It illustrates the importance of being totally aware of your surroundings and the weather at all times when hiking in slot canyons and gorges.
As we drove northeast from Las Vegas, the weather went from dry and sunny to dark clouds and scattered rain. Not what we expected in Utah. In fact, the news reports indicated it has never happened before to this degree. In one hour, they got .63 inches of rain. Zion got a total of 2.05 inches in 24 hours. In western NY, that's a manageable amount. The water would be absorbed quickly. In Utah gorges, it runs off every surface and trickles become raging torrents.
One of the communities most affected was the FLDS, a religious cult that usually avoids outsiders. Apparently, there have been conflicts between the FLDS and their neighbors, but that was put aside as they worked to rescue victims and recover bodies. Three sisters and several children were killed.
Seven of the lost were swept,away in Keyhole Canyon.
I suspect that parts of the parks will be closed to tours tomorrow.
On the way along route 15, we drove along undulating roads through the Virgin River Gorge. Dwarfed by towering cliffs, mesas and peaks, I feel small and insignificant. Mankind seems powerless when compared to the power of nature. That message was made more evident by the floods today.
We are exhausted after our long day that started at 4 am. Time to sleep..
Families are still awaiting news of their loved ones. How horrible to be on vacation and suffer such a shocking and horrifying accident. It illustrates the importance of being totally aware of your surroundings and the weather at all times when hiking in slot canyons and gorges.
As we drove northeast from Las Vegas, the weather went from dry and sunny to dark clouds and scattered rain. Not what we expected in Utah. In fact, the news reports indicated it has never happened before to this degree. In one hour, they got .63 inches of rain. Zion got a total of 2.05 inches in 24 hours. In western NY, that's a manageable amount. The water would be absorbed quickly. In Utah gorges, it runs off every surface and trickles become raging torrents.
One of the communities most affected was the FLDS, a religious cult that usually avoids outsiders. Apparently, there have been conflicts between the FLDS and their neighbors, but that was put aside as they worked to rescue victims and recover bodies. Three sisters and several children were killed.
Seven of the lost were swept,away in Keyhole Canyon.
I suspect that parts of the parks will be closed to tours tomorrow.
On the way along route 15, we drove along undulating roads through the Virgin River Gorge. Dwarfed by towering cliffs, mesas and peaks, I feel small and insignificant. Mankind seems powerless when compared to the power of nature. That message was made more evident by the floods today.
We are exhausted after our long day that started at 4 am. Time to sleep..
Monday, September 14, 2015
Day 1352: Packed and ready
The pool temp dropped ten degrees over the weekend! 68 is a stretch, but doable if the air is warm. I didn't have time though to try it. I may have to settle for 108.6 miles, although I hate to end the season on such an irregular number. Who knows how many laps I'll get to swim in the next few weeks.
At my class dinner tonight, several folks shared their stories of travels out west. They made us even more eager and excited. We were packed and ready to go twelve hours before departure. 4:00 am will come very quickly, especially since I rarely fall asleep before midnight. Tomorrow, I'll have fresh images to share from Utah!
At my class dinner tonight, several folks shared their stories of travels out west. They made us even more eager and excited. We were packed and ready to go twelve hours before departure. 4:00 am will come very quickly, especially since I rarely fall asleep before midnight. Tomorrow, I'll have fresh images to share from Utah!
Sunday, September 13, 2015
Day 1351: Peach cobbler
Our parched yards and gardens finally got relief this weekend when a huge front swept across the area and dropped nearly three inches of rain. My hostas are burned to a crisp so even this rain won't restore them this year.
Between bursts of rain we took off for a long walk through the college to see the progress on the Rockefeller Arts Center. The west facing wall is wide open to the elements and they have already installed and mudded the dry wall. None of it is covered. That doesn't make any sense at all. It's an imposing addition that will provide a very dramatic view into the dance studios.
Lots of fun jobs before vacation: do laundry, vacuum, clean out the refrigerator. Use up all perishables, eat the leftovers. Yesterday, I made a fabulous tomato, zucchini and cheese casserole. Tonight, chicken and gravy over mashed potatoes. But still left in the fridge: six perfect peaches. What to do with six plump juicy peaches? Cobbler! Scooped into bowls while still steaming, I topped it with vanilla ice cream and we ate two bowls each before dinner.
Between bursts of rain we took off for a long walk through the college to see the progress on the Rockefeller Arts Center. The west facing wall is wide open to the elements and they have already installed and mudded the dry wall. None of it is covered. That doesn't make any sense at all. It's an imposing addition that will provide a very dramatic view into the dance studios.
Rockefeller Arts Center
Lots of fun jobs before vacation: do laundry, vacuum, clean out the refrigerator. Use up all perishables, eat the leftovers. Yesterday, I made a fabulous tomato, zucchini and cheese casserole. Tonight, chicken and gravy over mashed potatoes. But still left in the fridge: six perfect peaches. What to do with six plump juicy peaches? Cobbler! Scooped into bowls while still steaming, I topped it with vanilla ice cream and we ate two bowls each before dinner.
Saturday, September 12, 2015
Day 1350: Justin's party
Colin, April and Justin at Justin's 39th birthday party.
I don't know who took the photo, but I'm so glad they posted it!
Friday, September 11, 2015
Day 1349: Yay Jetrea!
After an anxious night and early morning wake up, I had such good news from Dr. B that I feel light and carefree! The scan of my eye was quite stunning because the hole is nearly healed after just a week. Only a bit of fluid remains between the macula and the retina which will take months to reabsorb. That's what's causing the dim shadow I see. I'll see him in three weeks for another evaluation, but I feel incredibly lucky.
Think about it. My optometrist does regular monitoring of my vision and my insurance company pays for annual exams. Her careful attention caught the problem early and she sent me off to a topnotch retinologist. A new drug was developed to address this type of problem and again, my insurance company paid the $4500 bill since it was deemed medically necessary. It saved me from surgery and lying face down for a week.
But what about those who don't have health insurance and never get regular exams? What would happens to them? Lost central vision in one eye. A person's life would be turned upside down if their vision was damaged. It makes me crazy to consider the inequities of health coverage and care in this country. Why would anyone deny or limit people's access to health care?
I was so energized by the news that once we returned home, I finished up mowing the lawn, swam 1.2 miles, cut down more lilies and cooked a terrific dinner. That's what relief does for a woman.
Think about it. My optometrist does regular monitoring of my vision and my insurance company pays for annual exams. Her careful attention caught the problem early and she sent me off to a topnotch retinologist. A new drug was developed to address this type of problem and again, my insurance company paid the $4500 bill since it was deemed medically necessary. It saved me from surgery and lying face down for a week.
But what about those who don't have health insurance and never get regular exams? What would happens to them? Lost central vision in one eye. A person's life would be turned upside down if their vision was damaged. It makes me crazy to consider the inequities of health coverage and care in this country. Why would anyone deny or limit people's access to health care?
I was so energized by the news that once we returned home, I finished up mowing the lawn, swam 1.2 miles, cut down more lilies and cooked a terrific dinner. That's what relief does for a woman.
Thursday, September 10, 2015
Day 1348: 21,000 lengths!
Today, I reached 21,000 lengths or 107.34 miles. Woohoo! Cool weather is coming for the weekend so swimming is in question. Tomorrow I hope to hit 108 miles before I go see the retinologist.
Odd things are happening with my vision so I am anxious to hear his verdict on a week of healing. If we have good news, I may actually start packing for our trip. The last couple weeks have left us drained and tired. It will be good to get away, although we can't escape most of our worries.
Odd things are happening with my vision so I am anxious to hear his verdict on a week of healing. If we have good news, I may actually start packing for our trip. The last couple weeks have left us drained and tired. It will be good to get away, although we can't escape most of our worries.
Last Little Business of 2015
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
Day 1347: Sweet Chili
Sweet Chili
Our son Justin had to say goodbye to Chili, his beloved friend, companion and fur baby. Together for eight years, Chili was by his side through the toughest times. Lost jobs, long stretches of unemployment and loneliness, illnesses, a broken engagement, and a couple girlfriends. There were good times, too, and I hope that's what Justin remembers. Chili was very affectionate, overly so sometimes. He liked to hide in the cupboard under the sink or sit on the windowsill of the 21st floor and watch the traffic far below. When Justin came home, he was greeted by a happy, purring Chili or a Chili sleeping on his bed. And perhaps best of all, Chili sat by the door and kept all roaches from creeping under the door.
Molly is by my side, as always, dozing the whole evening away. In a burst of youthful fervor, she nearly caught a chipmunk this morning. She is getting more senile, but at 17 1/2, she is physically healthy. Although Chili was only nine, he was a city cat, confined, overweight and inactive. It was a deadly combination. His weakened heart and kidneys couldn't sustain him. We've been through the same set of decisions that Justin had to make today and it's wrenching. We felt terrible for him. I hope he realizes that he saved Chili from suffering.
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
Monday, September 7, 2015
Day 1345: Labor Day dominoes
How fortunate we've been to have each other through this lovely, hot summer. Through tough times, health scares, our family reunion and all the quiet days in between, we can depend on each other. I never forget that cause my two closest old friends are alone.
Laraine's house was robbed Wednesday night and the thieves probably have been raiding it for some time. Her tools have been disappearing over the past few weeks, but she thought she misplaced them. Then, on Thursday, she found her DVD and VCR players in the backyard. Her tv, valuables, jewelry and memorabilia are gone, including treasures from her mother and father. She is heartbroken, angry, hurt and alone. The police told her to go check out the local pawn shops. Isn't that their job? She doesn't want anything, no company, no help. She's making lists of what's missing. in preparation for the insurance adjustor coming tomorrow. She can't take any more hits.
We spent another quiet day on the back deck, but with an autumn twist. Backpacking tasks are underway. Steve finished the Quest schedules for all four schools. Usually that's a tough job, but we're really fortunate they're all on the same calendar of vacations this school year. I revised the contract, health form and parent checklist. Still need to do a couple more forms tomorrow so they can be delivered to the print shop. By the time we return from our trip, the student meetings will be underway.
I added three hundred lengths to my total to reach 104 miles. I almost made up for the low numbers over the weekend. Then, to top off the day and summer season, a game of dominoes with Mary and a call from Colin! Perfect!
Laraine's house was robbed Wednesday night and the thieves probably have been raiding it for some time. Her tools have been disappearing over the past few weeks, but she thought she misplaced them. Then, on Thursday, she found her DVD and VCR players in the backyard. Her tv, valuables, jewelry and memorabilia are gone, including treasures from her mother and father. She is heartbroken, angry, hurt and alone. The police told her to go check out the local pawn shops. Isn't that their job? She doesn't want anything, no company, no help. She's making lists of what's missing. in preparation for the insurance adjustor coming tomorrow. She can't take any more hits.
We spent another quiet day on the back deck, but with an autumn twist. Backpacking tasks are underway. Steve finished the Quest schedules for all four schools. Usually that's a tough job, but we're really fortunate they're all on the same calendar of vacations this school year. I revised the contract, health form and parent checklist. Still need to do a couple more forms tomorrow so they can be delivered to the print shop. By the time we return from our trip, the student meetings will be underway.
I added three hundred lengths to my total to reach 104 miles. I almost made up for the low numbers over the weekend. Then, to top off the day and summer season, a game of dominoes with Mary and a call from Colin! Perfect!
Four gorgeous kale plants. What do I do with all that kale?
Sunday, September 6, 2015
Day 1344: Progress
Nine more hours of sleep provided a reprieve from the visual disturbances and flashing. At Penelope, Carolyn turned off the lights, pulled the shades and closed the curtains. By noon, I felt significantly better. Good enough to swim sixty lengths, in sunglasses. Tomorrow, a full mile!
Back in the pool
Saturday, September 5, 2015
Day 1343: Slow recovery
I slept nearly twelve hours last night and woke to puzzling light flashes even before I opened my eyes. Steve hovered nearby while Paddy and Molly stayed close all day while I struggled with flashing storm clouds and spiraling pinwheels. I've spent the whole day in dark rooms with dark glasses. When the sun went down, I took a brief dip in the pool and a walk around Steuben-Pulaski wearing dark glasses and a cap. Hope tomorrow will be better.
Friday, September 4, 2015
Thursday, September 3, 2015
Day 1341: The stars align!
For the last few weeks, the universe has been conspiring to keep us from going on our long-planned vacation. Major and minor life changes have smacked our family around.
Mary's surgery will be in a month, just after we return. We don't know yet whether it will be a lumpectomy or a mastectomy because she needs more tests. The surgeon was no nonsense, reassuring, confident and compassionate. A good match for Mary who is stoic, good-natured and analytical. I so admire her courage. She has a great circle of friends who will care for her while we're away and travel with her to all her appointments.
If all goes well with my eye procedure tomorrow, we can fly away on our adventure. Now we can actually start packing!
The hot, humid streak continues and makes the pool's cooling water even more inviting. Swimming today was a delight! With no goal or deadline, I relaxed my strokes and pace, gazed up at the trees and sky, savored the birdsong. I added another mile to total 101.19 miles.
Mary's surgery will be in a month, just after we return. We don't know yet whether it will be a lumpectomy or a mastectomy because she needs more tests. The surgeon was no nonsense, reassuring, confident and compassionate. A good match for Mary who is stoic, good-natured and analytical. I so admire her courage. She has a great circle of friends who will care for her while we're away and travel with her to all her appointments.
If all goes well with my eye procedure tomorrow, we can fly away on our adventure. Now we can actually start packing!
The hot, humid streak continues and makes the pool's cooling water even more inviting. Swimming today was a delight! With no goal or deadline, I relaxed my strokes and pace, gazed up at the trees and sky, savored the birdsong. I added another mile to total 101.19 miles.
Our son Justin is celebrating his 39th birthday on Saturday.
The years have passed so quickly!
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Day 1340: Much to celebrate!
Tonight, I have lots to celebrate.
My last first day of school was back in 2007. This is the beginning of my eighth year of retirement. Seven full years away from the high school students I loved so much. However, I've adjusted nicely. Instead of getting up at 5:45 am, I slept till 9:00. Instead of teaching a hundred students in a sweltering classroom, I swam two miles, watered my flowers, read and enjoyed tea on my back deck. We ate lunch at Jenna's rather than gulping down a sandwich. Lots of benefits, but I still miss teaching.
I reached my goal of swimming 100 miles! Hooray! I am so happy! To do it, I swam two miles yesterday and two miles today. Last year on this day, I had only completed 81 miles. No wonder I didn't reach the goal. My pace simply wasn't fast enough. Plus, the weather last year was not as favorable. The weather forecast indicates we'll have temps in the 80s well into next week, so I could reach 120 miles easily.
Best of all, no eye surgery this week! It seems I have a macular hole. It was discovered on Monday during a routine exam. It was so fortuitous that she asked me to return for a vision field test. Since I had no symptoms, the damage could have gone unnoticed for months. Immediately, my doctor contacted a surgeon and I met with the retina specialist on Tuesday. All my research Monday night indicated that the only way to repair it was surgery and then a week in the face down position. Just a bit upsetting. I couldn't sleep and I was driven to swim like it was my last time.
The first bit of good news was that it is a partial hole, discovered early, so there is an alternative treatment. A shot in the eye of Jetrea at a cost of $4500. There's a 50/50 chance of it working. If it heals my eye, we'll know in thirty days. If it doesn't, I'll be having surgery in October. Additional good news: my insurance company approved the injection. I suppose their thinking is that it will cost less than surgery.
I will admit that the thought of a needle in my eye is not pleasant, but the alternative is far worse. On Friday, I will focus entirely on the outcome and not the needle. Best of all, I will have no restrictions on my activities! I can swim! I can fly across the country to Utah. There's a chance we can actually go on our vacation!
Now, we need good news for Mary tomorrow.
My last first day of school was back in 2007. This is the beginning of my eighth year of retirement. Seven full years away from the high school students I loved so much. However, I've adjusted nicely. Instead of getting up at 5:45 am, I slept till 9:00. Instead of teaching a hundred students in a sweltering classroom, I swam two miles, watered my flowers, read and enjoyed tea on my back deck. We ate lunch at Jenna's rather than gulping down a sandwich. Lots of benefits, but I still miss teaching.
I reached my goal of swimming 100 miles! Hooray! I am so happy! To do it, I swam two miles yesterday and two miles today. Last year on this day, I had only completed 81 miles. No wonder I didn't reach the goal. My pace simply wasn't fast enough. Plus, the weather last year was not as favorable. The weather forecast indicates we'll have temps in the 80s well into next week, so I could reach 120 miles easily.
Best of all, no eye surgery this week! It seems I have a macular hole. It was discovered on Monday during a routine exam. It was so fortuitous that she asked me to return for a vision field test. Since I had no symptoms, the damage could have gone unnoticed for months. Immediately, my doctor contacted a surgeon and I met with the retina specialist on Tuesday. All my research Monday night indicated that the only way to repair it was surgery and then a week in the face down position. Just a bit upsetting. I couldn't sleep and I was driven to swim like it was my last time.
The first bit of good news was that it is a partial hole, discovered early, so there is an alternative treatment. A shot in the eye of Jetrea at a cost of $4500. There's a 50/50 chance of it working. If it heals my eye, we'll know in thirty days. If it doesn't, I'll be having surgery in October. Additional good news: my insurance company approved the injection. I suppose their thinking is that it will cost less than surgery.
I will admit that the thought of a needle in my eye is not pleasant, but the alternative is far worse. On Friday, I will focus entirely on the outcome and not the needle. Best of all, I will have no restrictions on my activities! I can swim! I can fly across the country to Utah. There's a chance we can actually go on our vacation!
Now, we need good news for Mary tomorrow.
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Day 1339: Euphoric, but spent
98 MILES! I was driven today, desperate to reach my 100 mile goal, before the window closed.
Tomorrow, I'll write. Today, I am so relieved, happy, hopeful. And exhausted!
Tomorrow, I'll write. Today, I am so relieved, happy, hopeful. And exhausted!
Today's crop of cherry tomatoes
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