I’ve loved all three national parks we’ve traveled to, but at this point, Zion is the one to which I would return. It feels as if we just got started with Zion.
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Not great internet, so here are a few photos.
Short version of the posts I’ll be writing up on our return: This is a great trip, and everyone should do it!
(Saw a family yesterday in their car on the windows of which they had written, TEN PARKS OR BUST – with a checklist of all the parks they’d be visiting on the trip.)
If you look at this one closely you can see Bighorn sheep – one on the very top, and the other on the side.
(Pictures are a little dark..no time to adjust)
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A great experience, riding down into Bryce Canyon. Although I will say that it cured me of any curiosity I had of ever doing the same down the Grand Canyon. The animals are partial to the outer edge of the trail, which is just a little nerve-racking on those switchbacks.
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8th grade graduation: Check
Time to hit the road!
Well, that was the only road sign I have so far. But you get the gist.
It’s late, and I’m tired, so all I can do is photos. Sorry!
Hoover Dam, obvs.
Inside the dam.
Speaking of tours (were we?)…if there is anything I would like to change about the current Guided Tour and Presentation Culture of these United States, it’s..”.humor.” As in, You’re Not Funny. Stop trying.
(Personally…I blame it on Disney. You know…the Jungle Cruise thing with lame jokes? I blame that. But then I blame Disney for almost everything bad, so take it however you like.)
A fantastic surprise in Saint George, Utah. When checking in to the hotel, I asked the clerk what to do with those last couple hours of daylight. He suggested this – Pioneer Park. Great time, running and climbing and looking down on the town. (The white church is, of course, the LDS temple, but it’s also important because it was the first LDS temple built in Utah and the oldest still in use.
The next morning, we hit the ground running and headed a bit north to the AMAZING Snow Canyon State Park. It hadn’t been on my radar until the day before, and I am so glad we spent the morning there. Petrified sand dunes, lava fields, lava tunnels, then an array of white hills (hence the name). Gorgeous.
And then, of course….
Today’s wildlife count:
Many, many deer (in Bryce)
1 weirdly friendly huge raven at an overlook at Bryce. People must be (unfortunately and stupidly) feeding it because it positions itself on whatever post is nearest to an onlooker and just waits. We didn’t get close, but even when we walked away and to our car, it flew after us, landing right in front of the car, clearly expecting something. Very Birds-like, and considering that over the past two weeks, a bird has flung itself into our front living room window with such force it left feathers, and another small bird came in through an open door of our house…yeah,we’re ready.
Some good-looking lizards at Snow Canyon.
A wild turkey at Bryce.
And most amusingly, at Snow Canyon, a prairie dog sprawled in a juniper bush just stuffing his little fat face with every berry he could reach.
Oh, and Saturday’s forecast for where we are going to be….ice.
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….a few days after.
The older brother was on an overnight school trip earlier in the week, so the ten-year old and I took the opportunity to go up to the 4th largest city in Tennesse to revisit the Aquarium (he’d been 2 or 3 years ago, but was ready for a return and his brother wouldn’t mind being excluded) and see the zoo, the children’s museum and whatever else we could fit into about 24 hours. (We couldn’t leave until after his piano lesson on Monday)
Having lived in Knoville during my teen and college years, I have random associations with Chattanooga:
- One of my best friends from college was from Chattanooga and taught me all about the prep/boarding school/High Episcopal culture of the city.
- When I was in high school in Knoxville, our newspaper staff attended a high school journalism convention in Knoxville. Something I wrote won me an autographed paperback copy of a book by Barbara Walters. No, I don’t still have it.
- On that same trip, some of the senior girls went out after curfew to some bar. (They may have even been 18, so it might have even been okay…remember that was the drinking age then. Wiser times.) One of the girls met a guy there – a guy in his twenties – and Chemistry Happened. She was giddy about it when she got back to the hotel room. We lowly, gawky sophomores and juniors were in awe. They made plans. He’d come up to Knoxville in a few weeks and they would go to the Dan Fogleburg concert together.
(And of course)
She waited and waited at the Civic Center…
He didn’t show up.
No such drama or awards this time. Just animal-crazy kid-centered fun.
First thing about Chattanooga: the city is a model of tourism development and marketing. It’s the smallest of the Big Four cities in Tennessee, and probably has the least attention-grabbing cachet. No blues/Elvis/Mississippi River, no country music capitol, no Smokey Mountains gateway. But it’s taken what it has – the natural attraction and history of Lookout Mountain and the Tennessee River, as well as its location as the city through which a good chunk of the Florida-bound traffic must pass – and built on it.
There’s a degree of artificiality about it, but at the same time, this downtown area of Chattanooga, on both sides of the river, is clearly also for residents, and it shows.
We couldn’t leave until after the Monday piano lesson, but even so, since the Aquarium doesn’t close until 7:30, we had plenty of time to explore.
There are two wings, one devoted to oceans and one to rivers. The latter is the original, appropriately themed, since it sits right on the lovely Tennessee River. There is not a whole lot in the ocean wing, but there were penguins and some great rays.
The river wing is well designed: you ride the escalator up to the top, then wind your way down on mezzanine ramps that branch out into exhibit halls on the sides. My son’s favorite is the paddle fish – he says it looks prehistoric to him and it does.
I like the Tennessee Aquarium more than I do the Atlanta aquarium, which always seems like such a mob scene to me. It’s expensive, but then all aquariums are – they are expensive to operate – but it’s worth it.
Then some walking:
The Bluff View area directly east of downtown is lovely, and here’s another great feature of Chattanooga planning: public art. It’s a priority for the city, and the placement of all of this statuary adds ongoing interest to an already eye-catching walk up and down hills and over a pedestrian bridge.
The Walnut Street Bridge – threatened with demolition until a little over twenty years ago, the community joined together to restore and revive it as a pedestrian bridge.
Tuesday morning, we took a ten-minute drive to the zoo. It’s small, and half-priced with our Birmingham Zoo membership, I paid a little over seven bucks for us to get in. It was us with scores of school groups, but most of the time we managed to stay ahead of them and enjoy the animals without too much ecstatic squealing in the background.
My ten-year old is a zoo afficianado, with one of the great regrets of his life being that he was only four when he went to the San Diego Zoo, and he doesn’t remember it. His favorite so far is the New Orleans Zoo, but he approved of this one, too, comparing it in size and scope to the Montgomery Zoo and he’s right.
So, no big animals here, which is fine – the biggest cats were jaguars, and supposedly there were chimps but we never saw them. The highlights for us were the Fennec foxes, which are new and very cute, and the sloth
I’ve seen sloths in zoos before (Birmingham has one), but I’ve never seen one do anything but sleep. We had been through this exhibit once earlier, had some extra time, so we decided to go back to it once more before we left, and it was great that we did: the sloth, previously curled up and asleep was seriously on the move:
Their Edward Scissorhands hook paws are pretty weird.
It was a good couple of hours and walking around, looking at animals, and listening to my ten-year old tell me all about them.
Then back to town, where we spent some time at the Children’s Discovery Museum. I was unsure if it might be a little young for Michael, and he was right on the edge, and we wouldn’t return, but the music and art rooms were particularly good and provided him some interesting ways to spend his time.
Then, this happened:
You can’t miss the High Point Climbing and Fitness. The outdoor climbing walls loom high over the riverside area. We took a brief walk around Monday night, and I told Michael that yes, he could do it on Tuesday…and so he did. For two hours. Indoors and out. Arms sore at the end, heels blistered from the shoes, but very, very happy.
And he was pretty excited to learn that they are opening their second facility in 2016….in Birmingham.
And then back home to pick up brother at 11:30 pm at school from his trip.
We’ll go back to Chattanooga for a couple of days sometime this summer to do Lookout Mountain/Ruby Falls/Rock City (which my older son said was really kitschy and actually kind of weird) and Chickamagua. My big goal of this summer, locally, is to get to Cloudland Canyon State Park, which is just a little south of Chattanooga – it looks amazing.
Had a nice chat with Matt Swain on Thursday morning about the two B16 picture books, available here, of course:
And for Mother’s Day:
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Bernadette’s life wasn’t easy to begin with. She and her family lived in terrible poverty in a village in France called Lourdes. By the time she was 14, Bernadette had been sick so often that she hadn’t grown properly. She was the size of a much younger girl. She, her parents, and her younger brothers and sisters all lived in a tiny room at the back of someone else’s house, a building that had actually been a prison many years before.
They slept on three beds: one for the parents, one for the boys, and one for the girls. Every night they battled mice and rats. Every morning, they woke up, put their feet on cold stone floors, and dressed in clothes that had been mended more times than anyone could count. Each day they hoped the work they could find would bring them enough bread to live on that day.
Bernadette’s life was terribly difficult, but she wasn’t a miserable girl. She had a deep, simple faith in God. She didn’t mind any of the work she had to do, whether it was helping her mother cook or taking care of her younger brothers and sisters. There was, though, one thing that bothered her. She hadn’t been able to attend school very often, and she didn’t know how to read. Because of that, she had never learned enough about her faith to be able to receive her first Communion. Bernadette wanted to receive Jesus in the Eucharist, but her days, which were full of hard work, left little time for learning
Like other girls, Bernadette had many friends. She spent time with them in the countryside, playing and gathering wood for their families’ fireplaces and stoves. One cold February day, Bernadette was out with her sister and a friend, doing just that. They wandered along the river until they came to a spot where a large, shallow cave called a grotto had formed in the hilly bank. Bernadette’s sister and friend decided to take off their shoes and cross the stream.
Because she was so sickly, Bernadette knew her mother would be angry if she plunged her thin legs into the icy water, so she stayed behind. But after a few minutes, she grew tired of waiting for her companions to return. She took off her stockings and crossed the stream herself.
What happened then was very strange. The bushes that grew out of the grotto walls started blowing around as if they were being blown by a strong wind. Bernadette looked up. High above her in the grotto stood a girl.
Some photos from our 2012 trip to Lourdes:
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I was poking around my archives looking for an account of some previous travel (which I will get to in a moment), when the timing of that trip struck me for a couple of reasons…
Gosh, it was ten years ago. Just about this time of year.
And while we were on the trip, John Paul II was dying…and then he died.
That was ten years ago tomorrow (April 2)…is anyone remembering this?
So weird, considering the impact of that moment and the subsequent consistory electing Cardinal Ratzinger. Those weeks were quite memorable, for they were weeks in which the Catholic understanding of life and death, embodied in the lives of human beings and the ritual of the Church, was there for everyone to see, and it was all rather stirring, beautiful and hopeful.
What I was looking for was anything I’d written about our visit, on that Arizona trip, to something called the Gallery of the Sun – the studio of late artist Ted De Grazia. You probably don’t know his name, but if you have memories of popular art of the 1960’s, this might strike a chord:
No, not as well-known as the Keane’s Big Eyes, but still, part of the fabric of the era.
We didn’t have it as a destination – I think it was on the way to somewhere else. But we stopped in, and I was surprised by the heavy religious content of the art. De Grazia claimed he was not a traditionally religious man, but the Gallery is dedicated to the great missionary of the Southwest, Fr. Kino,
DeGrazia was inspired by the memorable events in the life and times of Padre Kino, the heroic, historic and immortal priest-colonizer of the Southwestern desert. Since childhood, DeGrazia admired Padre Kino for his education, life of adventure and his respect for Native Americans. DeGrazia traveled to every Kino mission as he lovingly studied the life of his favorite Jesuit priest. The Mission in the Sun is dedicated to his memory.
What struck me with the most force during the visit was De Grazia’s Stations of the Cross. They were painted, according to this article, for the Catholic Student Center at the University of Arizona in Tuscon (my mother’s alma mater…but painted several years after her attendance). I purchased a little bound set of postcards at the time, and still use it.
Yes, it’s pop art of a sort, but some of the stations are, I think, rather powerful. This image is from the Gallery’s Pinterest board, which has representations of all the images, some notes on the inspiration and preliminary sketches:
I think this is my favorite:
Jesus turning to them said, “Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for me, but weep for yourselves and for your children. For behold, the days are coming when they will say, ‘Blessed are the barren, and the wombs that never bore, and the breasts that never gave suck!’ Then they will begin to say to the mountains, ‘Fall on us'; and to the hills, ‘Cover us’. For if they do this when the wood is green, what will happen when it is dry?”
That said…ten years?