Musings

Remembering a gorgeous sunset viewed through the dunes at the Oregon coast well before the current heat wave.

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Two years ago we visited Shoshone Falls, on the Snake River, in Idaho. We got within a hundred miles of that spot when we creased Idaho about a month ago. For whatever it’s worth.

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Dry-tolerant yucca in Santa Fé.

Moist, juicy fennel in ATL.

Of course, you can also nurture yucca in ATL.

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The approaching sunset offered us an arty entrance into Our Fair City. By the time we reached our neighborhood, the light had dimmed, yet the colors remained—here highlighted by the neon at the Plaza Theatre and the Majestic Diner. Summary: home safely.

Let me add three images from our time in Santa Fé.

I can’t parse the gunshot (or imitation of a gunshot) with the Nativity scene.

Cactus as a protector for leafy greens.

I was entranced by the patterns in the blue on this door.

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Frosted morning.

We drove away from the mountains. We did see a herd of perhaps three dozen pronghorns about a half hour after this stop. This was the only antelope sighting on our eastbound leg.

Busy wind farm.

It’s so windy here in western Oklahoma that the rest stop garbage cans have tie-downs, and it’s that windy today. This is better than in TX, where the “rest stops” had neither garbage cans nor toilets. [Ick warning: they were toxic waste sites that reeked of urine and were festooned with trash that was small enough or heavy enough that it didn’t blow away.]

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Came across this apparently life-sized elk statue posing street-side. I “say” apparently because I’ve never been this close to an elk before. Heavy overcast made for strange lighting.

This lighting, however: fabulous. It lasted not even two minutes….

Dear friends treated us to a tasty dinner, and yummy as it was, the conversation and camaraderie was even better. These ribs were roasted with a red-chili paste just before serving; never had anything quite like this. Show-stopping. The waitron said the recipe is on the restaurant website. I looked; it’s not—their secret…I understand.

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Looking back at a high range in Arizona. Despite a quick flirtation with Mountain time when we creased Idaho, we’ve been waiting and waiting to escape Pacific time. All but one county in Arizona stays in PacTime, according to info on the web.

Aha! The lovely New Mexico Visitor’s Center architecture imitates a kiva or hogan, I’m guessing. Off in a room with several rows of spaced chairs, I listened to Robert Redford’s dulcet tones describing Chaco Canyon ritual architecture. I found it another reason to be happy to be in New Mexico!

A dramatic geological feature…. We also drove through quite a run of malpaís, or nasty angular broken old lava flows that would be terribly difficult to walk through. [Yes, that’s a Starbucks lid in reflection.]

Finally, we got a view of the Sandía ridge, which looms over Albuquerque. Temps in the 80s.

After a quick visit with friends we’ll see for a longer visit later in the week, we turned north, finally reaching the Santa Fé Mountains backing…drum roll: Santa Fé…our home for the next few days. Temps about 15° lower than in ABQ.

Someone’s carefully chosen special dessert. Yum.

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I arose not quite as early in the dawn sequence as yesterday, yet the golden-yellow tones are lovely.

Still saw a few snow-caps as we motored south, and they tapered off as we continued.

Without a doubt, the most dramatic landscape was at White River Narrows.

After long miles of a downward trending road (which lead to overall mileage of 53mpg, at a speedy pace), we ended up creasing Las Vegas. We saw no meadows.

Yeah, we made a burger stop, which happened to be in the middle of the lunch rush. Wow, what a crowd, including dozens of vehicles in the drive-through lane. They even sent a guy out to take orders from those in line.

Back out in the country, we saw several solar panel fields. This one almost looked like a lake. In contrast, in the city, we passed dozens of housing units, almost zero with solar panels. I can’t fathom the logic.

We did get several glimpses of the reservoir called Lake Mead, and the level is low low low, just as you may have read.

After crossing into Arizona, in contrast to this morning, we drove on a generally rising trajectory (mileage was a hammered 42mpg).

There was roadside rotten snow coming into Flag (much diminished from our westbound leg), but none around the hotel.

Unexpectedly, our hotel had a two-plug electrical charger. The car is now fully charged and moved away from the charger. The other space has a handicapped parking logo on it, so I can’t imagine it gets used frequently.

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Stunning orange-gold and pink sky to wake up to.

Some overcast as we rolled down the road.

Switched drivers in front of the only parking meter in Owyhee County. You better have the right change if you park there; it only takes pennies and nickles.

Still high overcast; still mountains in the distance.

Striking erosion patterns; overcast is mostly gone.

Must be an Easter Sunday requirement in this area: run the irrigation system.

Open high terrain. The snow is closer. The sky is clear.

Driving through a canyon; the sunlight has reduced the snow more in some places than others.

Snowy high flat. Dry road.

This flat: not so high and not so snowy. Clear, clear sky.

Big lead and silver mining on the slope by the town of Eureka. The boom really didn’t last long, yet the community survives.

A higher pass, so more snow on our level.

Again: lower and less snow at the road’s elevation.

My brain tried to make these horizontals into terraces (shades of the Mixteca Alta), but they are geological layers.

A bit higher again.

We watched this peak to the right for quite a while. Then as we kept motoring along and could see more of the ridge to the left, we noticed the spoor of (open pit?) mining in regular piles. MaNachur melds awkwardly with human terraforming.

Here’s Ely! This is US50. We started the day on US20 and US30. That seems quite an accomplishment for one day.

I think we crossed four and perhaps five passes over 7000 feet and maybe five more between 6000 and 7000 feet. Yup, we got high today.

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We crossed a brige (truth: several), leaving our good times with family in SEA. We had “seen everyone,” and, a bit sadly, it was time.

The most direct route toward the east is up to a gap/pass. It wasn’t long before we could see snow above us through rain drops.

Then, we saw snowbanks eye-to-eye.

The skier head-count at the pass ski area seemed low, probably because of spitting rain.

Descending, at first we saw more mountains, more snow.

Soon enough, we zoomed through no snow and a very different landscape.

Several hours later, another ascent and pass. Rinse and repeat.

Note: yes, we are still carrying our Winnemucca chains. Unopened; hopefully, they’ll stay that way, and we can return them for a full refund.

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