Monday, July 30, 2012

Addendum

Our Trip: By the Numbers (and other nonsense)

Ending odometer reading: 9,189.9 miles
Miles Driven: 9,189

States Visited/Travelled through: 15, with Nebraska and Iowa being surrounded, but never entered.

Federally Protected Areas Visited:

- 11 National Parks (there are 58 total in the U.S.)

- 3 National Monuments

 - 1 National Battlefield

- 2 Navajo Tribal Parks/Monuments (protected by the Navajo Nation, not the Federal government)

- An uncountable number of National Forests (they are everywhere and you are always going in and out of them.  Impossible to count).

Miles Hiked: 108-ish

Miles Biked: 65, done on 6 different trails, some of which was walked when Amy blew a tire

Miles Kayaked: 4, all into the wind, 2 in driving rain

Miles Horsed: 6 very long, slow, dusty miles

 Major Injuries: 0 (thankfully)

Minor Injuries: 3 each. 

- For Amy, a rash in Yellowstone on her ankles, a rash in Teton on her leg, and a rash in Moab on her arms and legs.

- For me, a banged knee in Yellowstone (fell off bike – from a standstill), a scraped calf in Grand Canyon (stepping over a wall), and a cut ankle in Oklahoma (cooler door closed on my leg in a gas station).

Nights Camping:  17, at 5 campsites

Nights in Hotel: 9, in 6 hotels

Nights with family/friends: 3, in 2 homes

Nights in Cabin: 1

Days with Rain: 19

Oil Changes: 2

Major Car Repairs: 1

Flat Tires: 1 (on Amy's bike)

Favorite Place: Amy – Grand Teton NP, Chris – Zion NP

Favorite Hike: Lake Solitude, Grand Teton NP (both)

Biggest Rush: Amy – Angel’s Landing at Zion NP, Chris – Big Kahuna on the Snake River

Best Meal: Amy - Buck’s in Moab, Chirs – BB’s in Kansas City

Least Favorite Place: Our first campsite in Moab

Best Road Trip Music: Amy – Dave Matthews Band, Chris – Buckwheat Zydeco

Favorite Guilty Pleasure: Amy – Drumsticks, Chris – Clean Showers (soda a close second)

Place we have to get back to: The Narrows at Zion NP

Best Biking: George P. Mickleson Trail, Black Hills, SD

Best Drive: Route 212 (aka Beartooth Pass) from Billings, MT to Yellowstone NP

2nd Best Drive: Route 128 heading out of Moab along the Colorado River

Worst Drive: St. Louis to Milwaukee – there is nothing to see

Next Big Trip: ???

Home

Day 30 – Milwaukee, WI

I have always been a fan of travelling early.  When I am going to somewhere, I am usually so excited, I just want to get there as quickly as possible.  When I am coming back home from somewhere, I have a band-aid philosophy: do it quickly and get it over with.  So with that in mind, we got an early start this morning, leaving St. Louis a little after 6:00 am.  The roads were empty and flat; a typical ride through Midwestern farmland.  We took turns napping and driving and the ride was over fast enough.  By noon, we were back home.

I’m not gonna lie, I am feeling (and I think we both are) a little selfish right now.  We didn’t want the trip to be over and we wish we were still out there.  It helps that we haven’t been in a tent in almost a week.  But that travel bug is gnawing away at both of us tonight.  For thirty days, we were able to see, and explore, and experience such incredible things; you just don’t want it to end.  I realize how incredibly lucky we were to be able to do something like this.  And it is nice to be around family and friends again, as well as the conveniences and luxuries of home.  I am so grateful that we were able to have all of these experiences together.  Now it’s just a matter of figuring out what the next adventure will be.  Like I said, selfish.

But now that we are home, we are starting to get excited about what’s going around here.  Amy is getting ready for her interview tomorrow – I think we are both excited for that.  And I start classes again on Saturday.  And we will be celebrating my parents 35th on Sunday.  And we will be able to assuage the symptoms of travel bug-it is next week when we head up to see my aunt Sandy and Jeanne at their cabin on Lake Superior.  Then I start the newspaper, and then we get our classrooms ready, and then law classes start, then Packers and Badgers.  August will be an exciting month.

So I hope you have enjoyed reading this as much as I have enjoyed writing it.  I know I tend to ramble, so thank you for bearing with me.  If anyone is planning on visiting any of the places we have gone to, please let us know.  We have picked up tons of info and would be happy to share it.  We have such an incredibly beautiful country; I hope our stories have planted some seeds for your future adventures!

Cheers,
One last photo...Back at home!
Chris & Amy

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Arch Drive Goodbye

Day 29 – St. Louis, MO

Our last full day of the trip also ended up being the most relaxing.  We slept in late (by this trip’s standards) after a great night’s sleep.  The rain had followed us to St. Louis, which hadn’t had rain in weeks.  It was nice to be inside and not having to worry about it at all.  When we finally got ourselves going, Adam and Erin took us to a place called Brio for a great brunch.  Amy was in heaven with her berries and cream French toast.  I had eggs Oscar, which was a poached egg on top of a shrimp & crab cake with potatoes, tomatoes, onions, and asparagus.  Both were fantastic.

We headed back to the Taves’ to put Audrey down for her nap.  Adam and I “babysat” (watched a few episodes of Newsroom) while the girls went shopping for dinner.  We sat around watching some Olympics until it was time for dinner.  Erin made us fantastic steaks with a red wine sauce and asparagus.  For dessert, we had a cherry pie made by Erin’s mom (Thanks Mrs. Wagy!) and ice cream.

One of the Dragon sculptures, made from hundres of pieces of porcelin China.
After stuffing ourselves at dinner, we decided to get up and move around a little.  SO we headed over to the Missouri Botanical Gardens to see their Chinese Lanterns exhibit.  It was really cool.  Interspersed amongst the flowers, trees, and bushes were different displays that showed some aspect of Chinese history or culture.  Some were giant lanterns, others were made of glass bottles, and still others were made up of hundreds of porcelain plates, tea cups, and bottles.  We got there before sunset and were able to explore them up close.  As the sunset, each display lit up and many also had movement.  It was really something to see.  It was also fun to watch little Audrey run from display to display, banging on drums, throwing coins in ponds, and being amazed by all the sights.
The Dragon sculpture at night - lit up, moving, and blowing smoke.

Adam and Erin helping Audrey hang a wish on the wishing tree.
When we got home, it we settled in to watch the Olympics some more before we decided to call it a night.  Tomorrow, we head home (which seems incredible, but I will save my reminiscing for tomorrow’s post). 
Last night on the trip - still friends!!  ;)

Don’t Fear the Reaper

Day 28 – St. Louis, MO   

The title of today’s post has nothing at all to do with the trip.  I was talking with Adam Taves yesterday to coordinate our activities for today and he told me that the blog was great, but needed more cowbell.  See, Adam has a sickness and the only cure is more cowbell.  So Adam, here you go – more cowbell. (For those of you who are completely lost, don’t feel bad.  Adam and I have been friends for over 25 years, so we often talk in ways only we can understand.  To get an idea of what we are talking about, go to YouTube and type in “Will Ferrell SNL Cowbell Skit” and you will see.  Then watch it a second and third time.  A good belly laugh is great for the soul.)

Kauffman Stadium, home of the Royals.
Amy and I slept in for the first time in I don’t know how long.  We probably could have woken up to go check out the Negro League Baseball Museum or the American Jazz Museum, both of which I would love to see.  Or headed into downtown KC or over by the Missouri River.  Or even just gone across the street to sign up for tours of Kauffman and Arrowhead.  But honestly, it felt great to sleep and have a relaxing morning.  Plus, it gives us an excuse to come back to KC someday.

The statue of former Chiefs owner and founder of the
AFL, Lamar Hunt. 
Once we finally got moving, we did head over to Kauffman and Arrowhead to see if we could take a look inside.  However, that is only allowed if you pay for the tour, and we weren’t interested in paying for or waiting for a tour so we left.  It was already past noon, so we decided to head for Arthur Bryant’s for lunch.  Arthur Bryant’s is one of the original KC BBQ joints and is on everyone’s “best” list.  There are three locations in KC, so we headed over to the original.  However, when we got there, the line was out the door and onto the sidewalk, so we decided to try another one which the GPS said was only 5 miles away.  But when we got there, we realized it was inside of a riverboat casino, and we had no interest in going in there, so we got back in the car and went all the way over to the location which was on the west side of Kansas City, Kansas.  Of the three, it was the newest and definitely did not have the same ambiance as the first location.  However, it was located in the “Legends” area which also includes the Kansas Motor Speedway, as well as the stadiums for Sporting Kansas City (Major League Soccer) and the Kansas City T-Bones (Independent Minor League baseball), so those were fun to see.    

Amy's pulled pork and sweet potato fries.
For lunch today, Amy decided to go with the pulled pork sandwich and sweet potato fire.  I was going to do a combo pulled pork/burnt ends sandwich, but then I saw a special called the “Pit-pourri”.  This beast had pulled pork and burnt ends, but then added on to it with pulled beef brisket and smoked turkey.  All this was mixed together, slopped onto a couple pieces of white bread, and then I smothered it with the original style BBQ sauce.   Oh yeah, it had fires too, which looked like a huge pile, until you dug deeper o find it was actually just a big pile with more meat underneath.  Amy’s was fantastic; some of the best pulled pork we’ve ever tasted.  Mine was good, but a little salty (and I like salty stuff).  It wasn’t bad, but I wish I had gone with my original idea.  The sweet tea was fantastic.
My "Pit-pourri" with regular fries, pre-drenching in BBQ sauce.
We finished lunch and started to make our way towards St. Louis.  The drive is less than four hours, so after yesterday’s haul, it did not seem like much.  We made it to Adam and Erin’s right around 6 and got a tour of their new place.  Then, while Adam and I discussed the optimal TV size for the living room, the girls went to pick up pizza from a local place.  We ate, played some cards, and watched some Olympics.  It is so nice to be back in a house, and even nicer to be back amongst friends.  Looking forward to a fun day in St. Louie tomorrow.

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Amarillo by Morning

Day 27 – Kansas City, MO

Today was our longest travelling day of the trip.  We got on the road at 5:00 am Mountain Time to begin the over 900 mile journey from Albuquerque, New Mexico to Kansas City, Missouri with a stop in the middle in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma.  The ride was very long and, for the most part, very flat and not too exciting.  In fact, I cannot think of one interesting thing that we say in the entire 14+ hours of driving.  I take that back.  We did drive past Guthrie, Oklahoma.  There was a sign that said “Explore Guthrie” but I didn’t get a picture.  And people said "Howdy" when we stopped in Amarillo for gas.  Other than that, the closest we got to excitement was seeing the hometowns of Roger Miller (Erick, OK – sang “King of the Road”) and Garth Brooks (Yukon, OK).



As I mentioned, we went a bit out of the way to make a stop in Oklahoma City.  It wasn’t exactly on the way from Albuquerque to KC, but Amy and I wanted to stop and see the Memorial where the Murrah Federal Building once stood.  It was a very beautiful memorial.  I don’t know how to put these kinds of things into words, so I’ll just show the pictures. 

The observation deck, the Survivor's Tree, and the West Wall
The childrens' area.
The empty chairs, one for each victim.  Smaller chairs represent children.



Arrowhead on the left, Kauffman on the right.
We arrived in Kansas City at about 8:30 pm Central Time.  While our hotel is a little dated and nothing fancy at all, I was incredibly excited that it is across the street from both Arrowhead Stadium (home of the Chiefs) and Kauffman Stadium (home of the Royals).  I requested a west-facing room, so we are now on the top floor with a balcony overlooking both stadiums.  Amy laughed at me and was not nearly as excited as I am, but I still think it’s pretty cool.

We wanted to take advantage of our one night in KC, so we decided to experience two of the thinkgs it is best known for: the Blues and BBQ.  We headed to a place called BB’s Lawnside BBQ & Blues which I had seen featured on No Reservations with Anthony Bourdain on the travel Channel.  It has actually been featured on multiple shows, but I had only caught the appearance on No Reservations.

All I should have to tell you about BB’s is that the two most prominent neon beer signs behind the band were for PBR and Schlitz.  To put it simply, it was awesome; the restaurant is a total dive in the best sort of way.  We got there just after 9:00 as the band was firing up.  There are no individual tables, just big, long, checkered table cloth covered tables with multiple groups at each table.  The walls are covered with blues memorabilia and murals depicting all the famous bluesmen hanging out at a blues joint.  Strung from the rafters are random strings of Christmas and chili pepper lights as well as more memorabilia.  Amy’s favorite was a banner showing a pig, napkin tied around the neck and knife and fork in hand, ready to dig into some grub.
 We sat down at the end of one of the tables and looked over the menu as the music filled up the not-so-big dining room.  We decided to get two dinners and share, ordering pork rib tips and beef burnt ends served with pit beans, white bread, pickles, and battered fries.  All of the meat is smoked in a 60 year old pit, and the smells hit you before you even enter the door (in fact, our clothes smell like we spent the whole night grilling out ourselves).  As we waited for our food, we enjoyed the fantastic music being performed by the Dave Mays band, a three piece group with drums, bass, and Dave Mays on lead guitar.  I took video so if I can figure out how to post it, I will.

Rib tips on the bottom, burnt ends on top.  Both with white bread, battered
fries, pickles, and pit beans.
Everything about the meal was perfect.  The food comes in a basket lined with a checkered paper napkin and a white plastic plate inside.  On top of the plate they put the two pieces of white bread and then cover it with the meat and drench it in Kansas City style BBQ sauce (KC BBQ is usually smoked, includes all types of meats - not just beef and pork, and the sauce is tomato and molasses based).  Around the meat are the sides which included pit beans cooked with honey glazed ham or pork belly (couldn’t tell which), loads of pickles, and battered fries which are huge, deep-fried hunks of potato.  The sides were fantastic, but the meat was to die for.  Amy’s favorite was the burnt ends (the burnt ends of a beef brisket), but my favorite were the rib tips.  The portions were huge and we both ate ourselves in to a meat induced food coma.  The service was also fantastic as I ever saw the bottom of my sweet tea and Amy had a new PBR before she was done with her first.  Incredible music, outstanding food, and a perfect ambiance – we couldn’t have hope for more.

Tomorrow, we spend a little time exploring KC (ok, we’re just gonna go check out the two stadiums – guess whose idea that was…) before sampling one more famous KC BBQ joint (Arthur Bryant’s).  Then, it’s off to St. Louis to hang out with Adam, Erin, and Audrey Taves for a couple days.    

Blame it on the Tetons

Day 26 – Albuquerque, NM

Our cabin.
We were driving along today and all of a sudden we hear “Blame it on the Tetons…” being sung on the iPod.  We check and see that the group Modest Mouse actually has a song by that title.  I have no idea what they were song was about (they’re somewhat avant-garde), but it wasn’t a bad song.  It was probably a more appropriate title for a past post, but oh well.  I’ll fit it in somehow.

Coffee on the porch.
Today was another driving & sightseeing combo day.  We started the day with coffee on our cabin porch and it was then that our plans were altered right off the bat.  Luckily, this wasn’t another car issue or anything like that.  Instead, it was a good thing: Amy got a call from Dixon Elementary School in Elmbrook (my district) about interviewing for a 1st grade position at her school.  Seeing as coming in wasn’t an option, she set up a phone interview for 10 am our time (11 am Milwaukke time).  So that meant we needed to be in a place with cell coverage at that time. 

Driving towards monument valley in the morning sunlight.
Our plan for the morning had been to do the scenic drive and hike at Monument Valley Navajo tribal Park.  Now, our first order of business was to see where in that area would have cell phone coverage.  Luckily, Amy was able to get coverage in the visitor center parking lot, so we checked out the museum and had some breakfast on the patio overlooking the park while we waited for 10 am.  When 10 hit, I headed in to check out the museum some more while Amy interviewed by phone in the car.  It was only an initial interview to narrow down the candidate pool, so she was done within 20 minutes.  She felt like she did really well, so our fingers were crossed for good news. 

Breakfast on the patio.
View from the visitors center
We realized that we wouldn’t be able to do both the hike and the drive anymore, so we decided to just do the drive.  It was hot and we were kind of hiked out.  Plus, all the hike did was go out and make a loop around one of the monuments.  Not much excitement for 3 miles of walking.  I should probably stop here to describe what Monument valley is. Monument Valley is a collection of mesas, buttes, and spires (which I’ve described in previous posts) that seem to rise out of nowhere.  All around is flat and then these giant rock formations jut out randomly in all sorts of interesting and beautiful sizes and shapes.  It is in the center of the Navajo reservation and is an important part of their history and culture.  To this day, families still live in the park amongst the monuments as their families have for generations.  Traditional homes, called Hogans, can be seen next to trailers and modern homes throughout the park. 

The Three Sisters (far left).
So we set off on the drive, which is only 17 miles long, but usually takes at least two hours to complete.  The length is not due to needing so much time to look at the monuments, but more due to the condition of the road.  And by condition of the road, I mean huge potholes in a combination rock, sand, gravel path that limits speeds to under 10 mph at most times.  Not gonna lie, it annoyed me.  I spent so much time navigating the road, it was difficult to enjoy the scenery.  Throw in the fact that the most scenic and interesting monuments are easily viewed from the comfort of the visitor center observation deck or even the highway we passed them on yesterday evening and this morning and I was lees than excited about the “scenic” drive.  I was also disappointed by the lack of background provided about the park, the monuments, and the Navajo Nation.  While the museum was actually really interesting and informative, it was smaller than the gift shop and focused heavily on the Navajo code talkers of WWII instead of the park.  The brochure was even less informative.  SO while it was very neat to see, it was not our favorite spot.  Our expectations were too high I guess.  Blame it on the Tetons (see, I told you I would work it in).
View from Artists' Point

Obligatory self-taken photo of us.
From there, we headed out of the park towards the Four Corners Monument, where Utah, Arizona, Colorado, and New Mexico all meet.  We had two interesting things and one good thing on that part of the trip.  The first interesting thing we saw was a cow stopped at a stop sign who appeared to be looking both ways.  As traffic was coming, he did not cross.  Second, when we passed Red Mesa high school, which is still on the Navajo Reservation, we saw that their mascot was the “Redskins”.  We really didn’t know what to feel or even think about that.  I guess it’s their choice and all, but it seemed an odd choice.  We saw another school on the reservation that was The Chieftans and the logo was a strapping young warrior in full dress.  While most non-Native American schools would have to change even that mascot (at least in Wisconsin), it was less shocking than the redskin name and mascot being used.  I don’t know, maybe I’m thinking about this wrong.

Anyways, the good thing is that Amy already received a call back from Dixon as we were driving and was asked back for a second, full interview at the school next Tuesday.  Yeah Amy!!!!!!!  That definitely got us in a great mood.

I'm in Utah and Arizona, Amy is in Colorado and New Mexico.
The Four Corners monument was, well, a place where four states got together.  It had plaques to read.  There was a spot where you could step and be in four states at once.  There were even more stands for buying jewelry, rugs, pottery and frybread.  We got our pictures and took off.

Amy, not amused with my "help" driving.
We crossed over into New Mexico and started to head towards Albuquerque.  Amy took over driving and I was able to unleash the side-seat driving wrath that had been building all morning.  It was fun.  (If anyone sees Ralph at church tomorrow, please let him know that Amy started singing on of his songs.  Something about "An asshole talking".  He's a bad influence on her.)  We arrived in Albuquerque without any further excitement, although earlier than planned. 

After checking in to our hotel, we decided to go out and get some dinner.  Amy thought that Mexican sounded good, so we decided to head to a place across from the hotel.  We stopped first at the front desk to see about internet connection problems and while there, mentioned our dinner plans to the woman at the front desk.  She told us that, while many people like the restaurant we were going to, it is more Mexican than New Mexican.  We were interested in trying New Mexican cuisine, so she suggested a place called Las Cuetas.  We popped it into the GPS and we were off.

After a somewhat long, zig-zaggy drive, we finally arrived at the restaurant.  Instead of chips and salsa, we were given ships and red chile.  It was hot.  Very hot.  So hot that when we ordered and had the choice of red or green chile on our dishes, we both went with green.  Didn’t matter.   Both of our dishes were so spicy hot, it was almost impossible to eat.  We asked for sour cream to hopefully cut the kick a little, but it did nothing.  I had a combo platter with an enchilada, taco, and chili rellaño served with beans and rice.  The taco was a taco – nothing special.  The bites of enchilada and rellaño that weren’t smothered in chile were very tasty, but the spice made it too much to enjoy the dish much.  Amy had an Indian taco, which was served on a sopapilla (a thick, bread-like sweet tortilla) with marinated pork, beans, cheese, lettuce, tomato, and avocado.  She made a valiant effort, but the size and heat got to her and she had to say “no mas!”.  The one redeeming part of the meal was the sopapillas served on the side.  We put honey on them and they were great.  But now, we have two very unhappy tummies.  Gonna try to sleep it off so we are ready for the long haul from Albuquerque to Oklahoma City to Kansas City tomorrow.


Grand Canyon Sweet

Day 25 – Bluff, UT

Today was kind of the beginning of the end.  While we still have 5 very full days with a lot of stuff we are excited about doing and seeing, but today was the day we pointed the car back east, the beginning of the long trek back home.

We began the day just like yesterday: a rough start.  I woke up at 3:30 to see that I had a huge number of e-mails and Facebook messages.  Apparently, my e-mail had been hacked again.   I spent a few hours changing passwords, deleting cookies, and arguing with a “customer service” representative at Norton about the lack of protection we were getting.  They were absolutely no help, but I think I got it figured out on my own.  From there, the fun moved to the Ford/Lincoln/Mercury dealership service center.  The amount of time it took them to finish the work would determine how much we were able to do today.  Luckily, they had the car fixed by 9:30 so we were on the road by 10.  Rough start, but that happened yesterday too, so we were optimistic for a good day.
Rough start, but all smiles by the time we got to the Grand Canyon.

Our lodging for today was in Bluff, Utah in the southeastern corner of the state, so we had all day to get there, stopping as often as we liked.  We had hoped to make stops at the Grand Canyon’s North Rim and possible do a short hike in Monument Valley.

View of the Grand Canyon from the North Rim.
We were at the Grand Canyon by a little after noon and hopped out to take a look.  We had been at the South Rim just a few months earlier and were interested in comparing the two sides.  The North Rim is harder to get to, is only open part of the year, and is generally considered to not have as good of views as the South Rim.  And it’s true that the South Rim does have absolutely spectacular, breath-taking views.  But so does the North Rim.  In fact, we couldn’t say we liked one more than the other, they are both stunning.

Angel's Window.  You can't see it in this picture, but the Colorado
is viewable through the Window.
We had only planned on spending an hour or so at the Canyon, but with the distance between viewpoints, our desire to take a few short walks out to the observation areas, and just the fact that we love it there meant we stayed for almost four hours.  We began at Bright Angel Point by the visitor center before driving over to the viewpoints on the eastern side of the park.  My personal favorite was Point Imperial, which faced east, giving views of the Canyon, the San Francisco Peaks outside Flagstaff, the Painted Desert, Navajo Mountain, and numerous side canyons.  Both at and on top of Angel’s Window, we had views of the Colorado, the only point in the North Rim where that is possible.  And at all points we had views of the rain clouds which seem to be following us.  Luckily, this only added to the view.
"Wow, more rain!"  Still an incredible view.

We left the park and made our way through northwestern Arizona on our way to Bluff.  Once you come down from the Grand Canyon, which at the North Rim is at an elevation of over 8,000 feet (1,000 feet higher than the South Rim), you enter an area called The Arizona Strip.  Here, elevations dip below 4,000 feet as you enter a vast plain with cliffs on all sides (the most famous of which are the Vermillion Cliffs, home of North and South Coyote Buttes and “the Wave”).  You can literally see for miles.  One thing that is difficult to see until you are right up next to it or when you are above the plain is the giant crack zigzagging through the middle.  This is the Colorado River as it makes its way from Lake Powell to the Grand Canyon.
the arizona strip, with the Vermillion Cliffs on the left and the Colorado river cutting through the middle.

"One law isn't enough.  we must have two!"
The river is crossed on the Navajo Bridge, an impressive steel structure over 700 feet in length.  Despite being more than 400 feet above the water, there is apparently a need for multiple signs commanding people to not jump from the bridge as well as two laws enforcing this ban.  You would think the results of such a jump would be persuasion enough to not jump, but I guess not.
Wait, I can't jump the 400+ feet down into that river?

Going through the reservation, almost to Monument Valley.
The rest of the drive flowed through this area without much excitement.  The red rocks were beautiful and became even more so as the sun started to set.  The openness and vastness of the landscape was incredible.  Most of the last part of this drive was through the Navajo reservation, and the roads were dotted with makeshift jewelry and pottery stands.  In a lot of ways, this area wasn’t too far off from what we saw in Mozambique.  I guess I really don’t have more to say about that.

The eastern Monuments at susnset, moon already high overhead.
We crossed into Utah and, with some unplanned good fortune, arrived at Monument Valley just as the sun was setting.  It was too late for the hike, but we were able to get some great views (and pictures) of a view of the monuments from the road.  We will explore it more tomorrow, but tonight was a great preview.

We arrived at our lodging, which was a very cute little cabin (with A/C, satellite TV, full bathroom – not exactly roughing it) at the Desert Rose Inn.  Gonna wake up for sunrise tomorrow and have a cup of coffee on our porch.  Then, off to Monument Valley before heading to Albuquerque for the night.

The Road to Zion

Day 24 – Zion National Park, UT

"Man can draw closer to God within these canyon walls than in any manmade temple."
- Isac Behunin, early Mormon settler, namer of Zion Canyon


“These walls have a song in them.  It is the murmur of the wind, the birds, and the water.”
- Paiute Elder, describing Zion Canyon


Not a promising start.
The way I have gone about writing these things is to compose them in my head as the day goes along, thinking about what I want to say and how to say it, and then sitting down at night and trying to remember everything I’ve wanted to say.  I forget some stuff, some things change, but for the most part I get it all down.  As I began to compose today’s, it didn’t look like it was gonna be a very happy post.  My basic premise was going to be “Today sucked.”  Blunt, yes, but also seemingly accurate and succinct. 

As mentioned earlier, our day began at the local Ford/Lincoln/Mercury dealership so we could have our car’s power steering checked out.  Good news was they found the problem.  The motor that controls the power steering was on its last legs and starting to act up.  Bad news was they didn’t have the part.  And can’t get one until tomorrow.  And it is really, really expensive to fix.  But, we need it fixed, so there is no sense in waiting.  Crap.

Since they couldn’t fix it today, we made plans to bring it back tomorrow morning, which may mean we don’t make it to the Grand Canyon.  Not a huge deal, but still disappointing.  But for today, we had the option of not risking the motor blowing and sitting in the hotel room all day or chancing it and trying to enjoy some of Zion.  We decided to head to Zion and if the power steering went, well, it would just be a long ride back to St. George.

Clearing up?  Or moving in for more?
Prior to the car fiasco, our plans for Zion were very ambitious.  We wanted to hike up to Angel’s Landing, explore The Narrows, hike to the emerald pools, and take a bike ride on the Pa’Rus trail.  As we left St. George for Zion, it started to rain.  Hard.  And it rained the whole way there.  Now hiking in the rain is not fun, but hiking to Angel’s Landing (heights) and The Narrows (flash flooding) during rain is impossible.  So it looked like our day at Zion would be ruined as well.

We got to the park and tried to decide what we would do there on a rainy day.  There was a 22 minute video.  There were two small museums.  And there was an 80 minute round trip shuttle ride on the park’s scenic drive (driving in most of the park is not allowed).  Not really enough to fill a day and definitely not enough to let us explore Zion sufficiently.

In "The Narrows".  Starting to smile, things looking up.
A view of the Virgin River, looking down the canyon.
We decided to do the shuttle ride first, taking it all the way to the end of the line to the Temple of Sinawava stop.  I guess some description of Zion is probably needed before we go further.  Zion National Park is comprised of a few distinct areas, one of which is Zion Canyon, the park’s main attraction.  Zion Canyon is a somewhat narrow canyon with steep, sheer Navajo Sandstone walls, with the Virgin River running through it.  The word Zion is a Hebrew word meaning “Place of refuge” and can also be used in reference to Jerusalem or The Promised Land.  It was given this name by its Mormon settlers, as were many of the landmarks such as The Patriarchs (three peaks, named Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob), Angel’s Landing, The West Temple, The Great White Throne, and The Altar of Sacrifice.  So the place is laden with religious imagery.  Considering the sparse landscape around the park, it is easy to see why such a lush, fertile area would have been seen as a refuge or promised land.  There is a crystal clear river, groves of cottonwood and fir trees, flowers, grasses, birds, deer, and an abundance of other life.  Perhaps the most beautiful feature (aside from the canyon itself) are the hanging gardens.  Since the rocks are so porous, they are able to hold and seep water.  This allows plants to grow from every nook and cranny of these sheer canyon walls.  To continue the movie comparisons from yesterday, the place looks like Jurassic Park.

Amy making her way across the River as we work our way down The Narrows.
So anyways, we get to the Temple of Sinawava stop where The Narrows hike begins and all of a sudden, the sky starts to clear.  Soon, it’s sunny!  So we decide to go for it.  Wow, did we luck out.  The Narrows is at the north end of Zion Canyon and it encompasses an area where the river straightens, cutting a very narrow path through the steep Navajo Sandstone on either side.  To call it a hike is misleading.  You hike the first mile along a nice, paved riverwalk.  Then you enter the canyon and the remaining 8 miles are a combination of a hike, walk through the river, wade, and swim.  We had never planned to do the whole thing, we just wanted a taste of it.  So we did the mile down the river walk before reaching the banks of the river.  We crossed the river to a small bank a ways up, with water coming above our ankles.  The next stage brought water to our knees.  All the while, the canyon closed in more and more around us.  At its most narrow point, it was probably 50 feet across.  However, if we had continued the whole way, there would have been times where the canyon walls would have been 10 feet across, but stretching for hundreds of feet above.  We got to the point where the water would have been up to our chest and decided that was far enough.  We didn’t want to stop, but we just weren’t prepared for the whole trip.  It was so cool just to the short distance we went in.  I can’t imagine how amazing the whole trip is.  So it’s on our bucket list.
Other continuing on up the canyon.  Some day we will come back to do this.


The goal of our hike: Angel's Landing.  It's 30 feet taller than
the Empire State Building.
We hiked backed out, squishing all the way, and smiles were on our faces for the first time all morning.  We had a snack while we let our socks, boots, and feet dry a little before hopping back on the shuttle.  We took the shuttle back down the road, getting off at The Grotto.  Here is where we picked up the trailhead for the Angle’s Landing hike.  While it is only 5.4 miles round trip, the guide said to plan on at least 4 hours to get it done.  This is mainly due to the fact that it is a 1,500 foot climb, including the last .5 miles which involves the use of chains to get to the peak.  

A look down at a section of "Walter's Wiggles" on the way up to the Landing.
We started out on a lat path following the river before beginning a steep, paved ascent to a saddle between Angle’s Landing and Big Bend.  We made our way down the saddle between the two peaks, before turning up again towards Angle’s Landing for another steep ascent.  This portion is called “Walter’s Wiggles” due to the tightly wound switchbacks.  While this portion was tough due to the steepness of the climb, the fact that it was mostly paved or packed gravel made it easier than, say, the steps at Grand Canyon or the rocks on Long’s Peak.  We eventually made it to Scout’s Overlook, which is the last big open space before the final ascent to the peak.  The peak is only .5 miles away, it looks even closer, but the sense of security you get is false.  With a name like Angel’s Landing, you get a peaceful feeling.  Instead, it is poop-your-pants scary.
Looks fun, right?

"Wait, you want me to go where?" - Amy going ahead as I cling to the chain for dear life.
We left Scout’s Overlook and began the ascent to the peak.  I immediately began to understand the strong warnings given by the National Park system about this climb.  Almost the entire time you are pulling yourself up by chains and “handholds” on the rocks.  That’s not the bad part.  The bad part is the view.  The path to the peak is a narrow strip of rock going out from the overlook to the peak.  On each side are sheer cliffs dropping some 1400+ feet.  At one point, the rock strip seemed to be no more than 5 feet across with sheer cliffs on both sides so that no matter where you looked, it was down.  I generally don’t get too nervous by heights.  I did at one point in my life throw myself of the Victoria Falls Bridge with only think rubber bands (bungee cord) attached to my ankle.  But this made me nervous – ok beyond nervous. 
Amy having a snack at the top.  Safety a mere 1500 feet below.
Of the four German guys that hiked up at the same time we did, two didn’t even try.  One quit halfway up and went back to the overlook.  A girl in a group in front of us cried the whole way.  I didn’t cry, but the thought crossed my mind.  Amy, on the other hand, was all ninja about it and loving every second.  Which frightened me even more because I wanted her clinging to the chains for dear life like I was.  Well, we made it to the peak without incident and I have to say, it was worth it.  The views were absolutely stunning.  Here is the 360° view:



The view heading back down.  Ridiculous.
Climbing down was almost worse than going up as “the quick way down” was always in view.  I just kept on focusing on the next step and a conversation we had started with a woman from Utah who was also on her way down.  Again, we made it to solid ground without incident and were ready for the final descent down the paved path.  At this point the euphoria and adrenaline kicked in and we ran most of the way down, spin moves included.  The hike, which took us two hours on the way up, took us just under an hour on the way down.

The Lower Emerald Pools, water streaming down from above us. 
We got back on the shuttle and took it one stop down to Zion Lodge where we got on the Emerald Pools trail.  There are three sets of pools and we hiked to the lower pools.  Normally a path connects the lower, middle, and upper pools, but trail maintenance had this path closed.  So we only made it to the lower pools.  While the waterfalls, which we could walk under, were awesome, the pools did not impress.  We decided to skip the biking and instead made our way to one of the museums to watch the film.
The West Temple, Sundial, Altar of Sacrifice, and Beehive (from left to right)
at sunset

Overall, it was an absolutely incredible day at Zion.  The park is stunning and I feel like we barely got our feet wet.  We only passed through the eastern part of the park and we didn’t even see the Kolob Canyon area in the north.  And there is still so much we want to do in the Zion Canyon area; this will definitely be place we come back to.  Before today, I had my favorite destinations on the trip as 1) Tetons, 2) Arches, and 3) Black Hills.  But now, I would put Zion at #1.  Amy still has Tetons at #1, but is equally excited about coming back here someday.

The car worked fine on the way home and we settled in for a quiet night of leftover pizza, salad, and Law & Order reruns.  Hopefully tomorrow they can get the car finished quickly and we can get on our way.