Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Day Three - The Delicate Divas
Along the way, we found a Gil-sized Arch:
We named ourselves "The Delicate Divas":
And it was totally worth it:
View from the top:
In this picture you can see that the drop-off behind the Arch was quite steep and the path up to the Arch was sloped. We thought the view was exhilerating. Julia's mom did not. Julia's mom was plastered against the rock wall that circled the slope down to the Arch, her face white, her hands desperately grasping at the wall behind her, her mouth in a perpetual terrified "O." As her daughter inched toward the Arch, mom screamed "JULIA! Dont! You! Dare!" Julia, unaffected, simply rolled her eyes and yelled back "Mom! I'm not going to die" as she sidled along the rim. Thus, these strangers became infamously known to all the onlookers as JULIA! and her mom. Her mom, now purple with the exhertion of screaming and of holding her self rigid against the rock, was gasping for air. "JULIAAH!" Don't take another step! JULIA! Do you hear me?" And then, "I can't move! I can't. I. can't. move." After seeing that she was, in fact, petrified, Elise made her way over, but a nice man beat her to it and with a little coercion (aka. physical force and shouting) walked Julia's mom to safety.
Elise (aka the Swamp Thing of Notre Dame) safely perched above our glorious destination:
Scrambling up a rock at the bottom:
Look Ma! No Hands! Elise's Delicate Diva pose:
And a close-up:
And a close-up:
Elise's Favorite:
Bailey (aka the Swamp Thing formerly known as Medusa) and the view opposite the arch:
Bailey Speck #2:
Bailey Speck #3:
And one very Delicate Diva:
When the park rangers had finished rolling us down the mountain, we took off for Vegas, a shock to the system after the red rock desert.
The Completed Moab Experience - Day 2, Part 2
Bailey's new boyfriend He's a rock:
Elise standing between some "fins":
Still, exhausted, we finally left the park and mustered up the energy to walk around downtown to see all the boutiques, bookstores, and coffee shops. Admittedly, we didn’t make it far before we fell into some comfy bookstore chairs. Elise picked up Red: Passion and Patience in the Desert by Terry Tempest Williams and it was all over. The book is a call for the preservation of America’s Redrock Wilderness in the canyon country of southern Utah. We were moved by her description of the landscapes we had spent the past few days exploring. Elise wished she had written the following (in fact she’s pretty sure she has written some of the following.) Edit: Terry Tempest Williams broke into our apartment, dug through our personal effects, and stole the following:
“I believe we are in the process of creating our own mythology, a mythology born out of this spare, raw, broken country, so frightfully true, complex, and elegant in its searing simplicity of form. You cannot help but be undone by its sensibility and light, nothing extra. Before the stillness of sandstone cliffs, you stand still, equally bare.”
“There are moments when I long for the canopy and cover of a forest to hide in, to breathe in, to breathe with, and delight in the growing shades and patterns of green. I never forget I inhabit the desert, the harsh, brutal beauty of skin and bones.”
“It’s tough country to visit. It’s even tougher country to live in.”
Feet on the Dash
We had the perfect evening at the campground. We hiked back into the canyon behind our site, played card games, roasted hotdogs on a lovely fire, and enjoyed the peace and quiet of the area. However, as soon as the lights went out, we were both wide awake and shaking in our boots, terrified that another storm would hit. Holding strong to our bravado, neither of us made a peep, convinced that the other was already sleeping and determined not to be the scaredy cat. It was not a restful night.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Shimmy Shuster and Indiana Effin Jones - Day 2, Part 1
Although Bailey wasn’t feeling well after injesting too much sand the night before, she was a good sport and we headed to Arches National Park right away. We traded photo-ops with a group of French hikers. They were very particular about their picture: Bailey had to try two times before they were satisfied.
The hike was inspiring. Elise took lots of pictures to show Bailey, mostly of dead trees. She thinks dead trees are poetic:
As we drove towards “Balanced Rock”
we looked for shapes in the rocks and thought it was strange that each formation was more interesting once we found something to associate it with. Take “The Organ,” for instance:
or the “Three Gossips”:
We decided that this place was so foreign that the only way to make sense of it was to search for something familiar even if that meant distorting what we saw to make it fit an image we could wrap our minds around. From then on, we decided to try to let the landscape open us up to new shapes, ideas, and experiences.
“Double Arch”:
This is where today’s title comes from. “Shimmy Shuster” and “Indian Effin Jones” were our hiking names for the day. Elise was “Shimmy Shuster” because she shimmied as high as she could go up each arch:
Bailey was “Indiana Effin Jones” because she didn’t die.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Day One - The Tormented Trail
The drive into Moab took our breath away. Sarah recommended the most beautiful secluded campground. This was our drive into the site:
So quiet... so peaceful...
It was picture perfect. We couldn't stop squealing like little girls (as we are known to do) and singing Sarah's praises.
1. That our newly-pitched tent, in the most beautiful campground either of us has ever seen, would soon be torn out of the ground by gale-force winds hurtling down through the canyon.
Little did we know...
2. Canyons become wind tunnels in Moab.
Little did we know...
3. Elise would soon sacrifice herself to the wilderness. As Bailey ran to check phone service, Elise lay face down, spread eagle on the tent as it billowed up around her and then lifted her inches off the ground as sand filled her mouth, stung her eyes, and found its way into more… unmentionable areas.
Little did we know...
4. Sandstorms become mudstorms in Moab. Just add water.
Edit: Elise lay face down, spread eagle on the tent as mud filled her mouth, stung her eyes, and coated her rear end.
Little did we know...
5. We do not get cell service in the canyons of Moab.
Little did we know...
6. It is impossible to take down a tent in gale-force winds. Instead, Bailey rolled the tent, and all of its contents (including Elise, who was, by now, indistinguishable from the mud-red tent), into a ball and shoved it into the trunk.
Little did we know...
7. That driving out of the canyon would be just as spectacular as driving in, but for different reasons: lightning flashing in the distance, new waterfalls gushing down the sides of the mountains, hail pounding the roof of our car. Or, in other words (as Bailey’s family might say): Thunder and Lightning, Earthquakes and Fire.
Town, however, proved to be thoroughly unhelpful. As we drove down the main strip we noticed a curious thing: the stoplights were out. When we pulled into the first motel on the right, a nice Indian man told us “In this dark, I am blind.” Literally, this meant the power was out all over town and he didn’t know if he had a vacancy because his computer was down. Elise, however, thinks it’s a metaphor.
This man sent all his positive vibes into the universe for us. It lasted a couple days.