My Spiritual Sojourn at the Grand Canyon Part IV: “Celebration”

It is Saturday morning and we are are on top of the world! Well at least we have made it to the top of South Rim of the Grand Canyon.IMG_1707 I think we look pretty good for not sleeping for 30 hours. (My two hour nap at the bottom does not count) So the question becomes, do we go check into the Maswik Lodge and rest or do we Celebrate?

Celebration it is and we head off to the El Tovar lounge. I am not messing with fate on this trip to the lounge. No Grand Canyon Starry Night Stout but they do have two other Grand Canyon brews, The Horseshoe Bend Pale Ale, and an American Pilsner. We sit on the outside porch (helps blow our stink away) and get to look out over the Canyon while we enjoy one of each. Carolyn raves over the Pilsner and I rave over the Pale Ale, and Carolyn asks if it is really that good or it just tastes that good because we are in a celebratory zone from the hike. Throw in an appetizer and lunch has been served. It feels so good kicking back, outdoors, and people watching at the Historic El Tovar.

Time to check it so we walk back grab the car and off to the Maswik Lodge. It is a sort of rustic place somewhere between a Budget Inn and Rodeway Inn style of room. They don’t advertise the thread counts on the sheets or the towels but I know I could literally count the threads on my sheets but I’m not complaining, it is clean and it quiet and the tv works even though it was put together in the 80’s but who needs a flatscreen when you have a 200 lb 19 inch tv? While napping it rains, cools down, and has a wondrous smell that enhances your senses.

Rest comes easy and after several hours and showers or several hours in the showers we are ready to ride the bus out to Hermit Rest Trailhead. We just kicked back and took in the breathtaking South Rim sites.  We learned from passengers on the bus that the elk we see are some kind of deer per the tourist. What a time listening to those who know little about nature and animals. We chuckle inside but our interest on taking a hike down Hermit Trail is piked. We discuss our next possible trip and I swear I am still on some adrenaline high. The canyon is mystical and has a way of lifting your spirits. (So anybody out there interested in hiking the unknown? I’m in for another sojourn into the canyon and just maybe the Hermit Trail is calling.)

You look at the bus drivers and they are usually quite old and in the back of mind I’m hoping they have no terrorist agenda or medical condition because the road runs right on the edge of the rim and at the Abyss it is 3000 feet straight down. I mean straight down. It made me a bit nervous knowing that it is just a bad move away from being over the edge. I’m thinking maybe I’ll ride a bike next time.

We head to dinner at the Arizona Room and I have been craving a buffalo burger and they just happen to be the place that serves one. It does not disappoint. Everything just tastes better at the Canyon.

In just over 20 hours we have lived life to the fullest. We have hiked down and back the Bright Angel Trail, we have eaten a scrumptious breakfast at Phantom Ranch, we have sat and sipped the cold ones at El Tovar, and now dinner on the Rim. The adrenaline dies rapidly and it is off to the Maswik for needed sleep.

Morning comes and this time it is breakfast with a view at the El Tovar. We eat, we pack up and go–always reluctant to leave. We decide to visit Williams on our journey home since it has become quite the cool summer town.

We park the car and get out and walk around Williams and of course we have to go by Cruisers to see who is outside on the patio playing music. We get over and it is none other then Payson’s own John Carpino. IMG_1710So John plays me one of his signature cover songs, “One Way Out” an Allman Brothers classic. That is very cool. We end up at Station 66 and decide to try a Historic Brewing Company session brew the UNDERCOVER CUCUMBER- Lager of Distinction. Wow it is refreshing.

Payson could sure learn a lot about attracting visitors from Williams. Many tourists roaming around spending their money in the refurbished downtown that is very attractive.

Time to head for home. Several last stops in Flagstaff including Picazzo’s Organic Italian Kitchen. My last opportunity to use my $5.00 off coupon they’ve sent me. It is good stuff. Back to Payson through some intermittent rain showers and I would love to say I was glad to be home but I wasn’t. This trip was more then a weekend away, it was a trip that will forever have a piece of my heart. I hope you have enjoyed my journey and I look forward to the next adventure. So stay tuned!

 

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My Spiritual Sojourn at the Grand Canyon Part III: “The Rising”

Can’t see nothin’ in front of me
Can’t see nothin’ coming up behind
Make my way through this darkness
I can’t feel nothing but this chain that binds me
Lost track of how far I’ve gone
How far I’ve gone, how high I’ve climbed
On my back’s a sixty pound stone
On my shoulder a half mile of line

Come on up for the rising
Come on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight

Bruce Springsteen “The Rising

My dreams are vivid as I lay on the picnic table in the darkness with the stars so bright and brilliant. I hear voices but are they in my head?  I awake, I see a line forming for the coveted breakfast. The smells of bacon arouse my senses. Carolyn and I speak of what has been happening over the two hours. She tells me I have been snoring and she has been out from under the trees stargazing. It is 4:45 with breakfast served at 5:00. I am rising up.

Early in the morning,
I will celebrate the light.
When I stumble in the darkness,
I will call your name by night

God of Wonders written by Marc Byrd and Steve Hindalong

They open the doors and we are sat at our table with heaping bowls of scrambled eggs, platters of bacon, platters of pancakes, bowls of peaches, orange juice, water, and the go juice known as coffee. Best 36 bucks I’ve ever spent on two breakfasts. I’m feeling better, my head is clearing, and I dig in. I pile the eggs on, bacon, pancakes, water, coffee, and I skip the peaches. It is scrumptious! I eat the equivalent of at least four eggs, three pancakes, 10 pieces of the thickest crispiest bacon that rates up there with the best I have ever ate. I started with three pieces but I couldn’t help myself. I wash it all down with three glasses of water, a glass of OJ and four cups of coffee with cream. For dessert a 7.5 mg tab of Meloxicam that serves as my anti-inflammatory of choice is washed down.  Oh BTW, Carolyn ate in moderation but her loss was my gain.

It all ends too soon. We are ready to load up and head out after the mandatory lavatory stop. One has to take advantage of running water and flushable toilets. So the light is creeping into the canyon as we start our walk out. I’m a bit giddy, feeling absolutely 100% better then I was just three hours ago. My calves ache, my hip aches but I’m good to go. Carolyn is concerned with my well-being and I tell her that I am fired up and ready to climb those 5000 feet. So I suggest that we go up the South Kaibab Trail since it is two miles or so shorter and we can catch a bus at the top to take us back to our car. There is no water on the trail but I have drank a ton and have well over 2 liters to make the climb. Carolyn says no, we are going up the Bright Angel Trail because it is not as steep, has water, and it is the best way to go. We vote again and Carolyn wins in a one to one tie. So the Bright Angel it is. She tells me to take the lead since I am the slower one but believes that we can do this in six hours. I’m down with that. We walk through the campground that has now awaken with activity everywhere. No longer silent, it’s time for the Rising.

IMG_1695We make it to the bridge and have to stop and take a picture, after all we can see now. No headlamps needed. The one thing I despise about going up the Bright Angel Trail is the first part is up and down along the Colorado River but you end up at river level to really start your climb. After all that coffee and water, we are ready for a restroom break at the rest house. After 5 or so minutes, we carry on, walking no longer by ourselves as others are on the IMG_1697trail. We see all sorts of outfits from trendy fitness wear to a group of women in long dresses with bonnets on their heads and hiking boots.

I am feeling good, up and up we go reaching Indian Garden and I’m feeling great. My spirits are good, I have no weird pains and I’m just having the time of my life yakking away with Carolyn. Poor Carolyn is suffering from my feeling good. The food is settling and I’m creating energy (ok gas) but it don’t matter because we are in the great outdoors and one can rip em with no consequences. There is this constant, “Tim, stop it” or “Tim, knock it off.” I just smile like a little kid and keep movin’ on.

The day is beautiful, clear skies, niceIMG_1701 temperatures, and breathtaking scenery. I am awestruck. That great old church hymn “How Great Thou Art” echoes through my head.

During the journey up the crowds are coming down. Few have read the rules of the trails. Some groups walk two abreast taking up the trail and I’m mumbling, irritated after all I am a man on a mission I am not stopping, moving aside, I’m getting to the top. Carolyn helps calm me down as she reminds me that this is no place for a “trail rage” incident. We stop for short breaks at the 3 mile rest stop and the 1.5 mile rest stop. I remind Carolyn that I am sort of like the Tortoise and the Hare as fast hikers pass us. The Tortoise doesn’t always win but it always finishes. Yes those that passed us up are stopped multiple times but we plug on and we actually finish ahead as we have risen in 4 hours and 50 minutesIMG_1707.

In just over 12 hours, we have hiked down, napped, and eaten one of the best breakfasts, and hiked back up. We have connected, reconnected, forgot the day to day grind and have truly lived in the moment. It is an unbelievable feeling as the adrenaline continues to to rush through my veins. I am ok, elated, and in great spirits. I have accomplished the journey with my wife, a bucket list item completed.

Looking down upon our trip I reflect on how wondrous the canyon really is. I am awed by what we accomplished, I am in awe of how unbelievably vast and beautiful the world can be. God of Wonders is in my brain so here is some old school Third Day for you.

This sojourn calls for a celebration. The journey moves on.

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My Spiritual Sojourn at The Grand Canyon Part II: “Into the Great Wide Opening”

As we head down the Bright Angel Trail, my confidence begins to erode. Where did the moon go? It is dark and our head lamps are going to be our only light. Carolyn and I are in good moods considering all the anxiety I caused due to my ADD. I am leery of heights anyhow and being on a trail where some missteps can send you cascading off into the unknown runs through my brain. Carolyn takes the lead which is good for me since I’m not the experienced Grand Canyon night hiker. About five minutes into our descent, Carolyn turns to me and says “I think we should say a prayer.” (If she only knew, I had been praying since I strapped on my pack.) I lead us in prayer which is always a good idea but probably moves to a great idea when I’m part of the hiking group. You can just picture how dark it is with a moon that is way south and we are walking in the shadows of the Canyon Rim. I’m already slipping and stumbling over those rocks that aren’t easy to see and luckily I catch my balance each time without injury. So I pray on.

For me the Canyon is such a spiritual place and I find my self in awe each and every time I am here. I am quite thankful that Carolyn has introduced me to this spiritual place. I don’t care about the argument of how the Canyon was created, I just know I completely feel the presence of God in the solitude of the Canyon.

It is cold at the start of our journey but at the first watering hole, I have shed my jacket as the warmth of the canyon has settled in on us. Nobody is on the trail and Carolyn and I get to share intimate conversations about the world around us and our personal fears and things we just don’t normally find the time to discuss. We discuss our daughters in detail, our hopes for their lives, and our love and admiration for them. We discuss Caitlin’s wedding, Jordyn’s schooling, financial matters. We talk of growing old, our fears of the world that our children’s children will have to face.  We discuss what is important to us. Should we stay, should we go? Nothing is off limits in our late night canyon journey.

Our spiritual lives are opened wide. It is a spiritual sojourn into the Canyon where we can connect, reconnect and bare our souls, sharing as we go. (Note that only our souls are bared)

All of this goes on and on as we descend close to 5000 feet stumbling along. We see scorpions, deer, and spiders galore. I continue to suck in some water and munch on Carolyn provided snacks. I am prepared–thanks to Carolyn.

IMG_1691Once in awhile we can even see the moon on some switchbacks. Remember those nice hiking poles that Carolyn bought us at Flagstaff Big 5? Well I snapped the end off of mine at the 30 minute mark and was like oh what am I going to do? Carolyn is so smart, she just says hey make that pole’s end longer and it will still work and by golly it did. We pull into Indian Garden around 1:00 a.m. or so and rest up and fill up our water bladders, snack and there is nobody around. It is eery but liberating knowing that the Canyon on this trip is ours alone. About half way there knowing that we have to cross the springs about five times in the dark and try to avoid getting your shoes wet and we still have to descend down Devil’s Corkscrew.

That part of the trail at night is disconcerting but I am ordered to the front because Carolyn is feeling the affects of my light that shines from behind. As we get to the Resthouse where the trail heads along the Colorado River, I’m feeling wobbly. I knew that I shouldn’t have tempted fate with a non traditional Grand Canyon Beer. I am paying the price for messing with my traditions.

We can hear the river roaring but we can’t see it since our headlamps fail to reach the river and with no light from the sky, we continue on. As we approach the home stretch, I’m really struggling to stay awake. We cross the river and head through the campgrounds where we finally see a live human being headed to the restroom. As Carolyn walks behind me, she asks me if I’m ok because she says that I am walking funny as in an unsteady walk. I know I am tired, lack of sleep has caught up to me (I still think that breaking traditions has added to my unsteady walk) and I stumble on and into the Phantom Ranch. Nobody is around and I pull up to a picnic table, take the pack off and lay down knowing that breakfast is two hours away. We have arrived 4 and a half hours after our start and I’m feeling ill. Carolyn is worried and she knows I’ve got something going on since I have not said much since Devil’s Corkscrew area.

I’m down, my calves hurt, I’m feeling nauseous, my hip is on fire, and I close my eyes, and I am off to la la land. With the thought of a 5000 foot ascent ahead of me, I need rest as the lack of sleep has caught up with me. As I drift off I am praying for a multitude of things What will the morning bring?

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My Spiritual Sojourn at The Grand Canyon Part I: “Going Down In A Blaze of Glory”

Every story has a beginning and this is the beginning.

About a month ago, my wife Carolyn is looking up at a full moon (the one in the sky) and says to me, “What do you think about hiking down the Canyon to Phantom Ranch during the next full moon in September?” “It should be really light out.” I’m immediately all in. I’m thinking a trip with my wife into the canyon by ourselves, wow this is just going to be awesome. So for some background, Carolyn has hiked the Canyon from rim to rim and rim to rim to rim and of course down and back like many times and I have actually joined her and others for three different trips. But this would be our first time doing the trip by ourselves so I was pumped! After living apart while working at Alchesay for two years and only to return and have Carolyn start training for Ironman, I am so excited to be able to spend some long needed time with her. So Yes I’m going to head down and up no matter if my hip hurts, my back hurts, and whatever else may be hurting since it is alleged to be a Tim and Carolyn trip. My first trip into the canyon alone with my wife! I am thrilled.

So we make plans for Friday, September 5, and Carolyn gets us a room for the Saturday night following our hike since the plan is to hike down, rest momentarily and hike out in the early morning. Anybody who knows me, knows that I am thinking that I have plenty of time and there is no rush to prepare.

Over the next couple of weeks, Carolyn finds our day packs, water bladders, hiking poles, gets her clothes all packed up, finds and rations food for the trip and somehow gets us breakfast reservations at Phantom Ranch for 5:00 a.m. Saturday morning.

Friday arrives and Carolyn goes to work for a half day and I go yard selling with my neighbor Andy, and of course we head to Starbucks to for coffee and story telling. Just another Friday for me.

Carolyn gets home and she is ready to roll. She looks at me and states, “you mean you haven’t packed yet?” Typical Tim now has to throw a bunch of stuff together and 30 minutes later I think I’m ready. If you know anything about Adult ADD, well let’s just say, my name is in there somewhere. After packing the car, I only have to go back in the house twice to get things that I have somehow forgot to pack but with that said we leave and of course Carolyn is totally exasperated with me.

As we are driving to Flagstaff, I ask Carolyn if she packed our hiking poles since I didn’t. Oops, they are still in Payson. Thank goodness that Carolyn suggest that she go to Big 5. Somehow she negotiates some $45 poles down to $18 so we now have poles for our trek. Not sure how she pulled that one off but she must have put the charm on the cashier. Sticking with the five theme we carbo load at Five Guys. And yes Tim aka ADD Tim further delays things by having to stop for coffee, donuts, paper, just by being me.

We arrive at the Canyon around 9:30 and we have to disagree on where we are going to park since we are going down the longer Bright Angel Trail. After driving in circles we settle on a mutual agreed upon spot. Being a man of traditional values, (some would call me conservative) I immediately head to the Bright Angel Lodge bar to order a Starry Night Stout from the Grand Canyon Brewery. Yes, I have done this on my previous trips and believe that this is meant to be. I quickly discover that they don’t carry my favorite Grand Canyon beverage anymore due to a distribution problem. Instead of ordering a Grand Canyon alternative I order a New Belgium pale ale which probably was not the right thing to do considering that I am a traditionalist. I’m not superstitious but this could have been a bad omen. (more to that story in Part II)

I believe that since we are going down the Bright Angel Trail (approximately 10 miles) to Phantom Ranch, if we leave by midnight we should get there for the 5:00 breakfast. Boy was I wrong. I was outvoted on a 1 to 1 vote and Carolyn and I take off around 10:30. Anxious? Yes. Excited? Yes. Ready to depart on the journey into the grandest canyon? Yes. Will it rain? Please no!IMG_1752IMG_1751

We have made it to the starting line. Nobody around to take our photo.

BTW, where is the moon? A kiss for luck and we are on our way! Stay tuned for part two.

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Payson Elections Have Left This Voter Disillusioned

I, like many others, thought that the local race for mayor and town council seats would be  a race focused on improving the community, building community, and having a vision for the town articulated by the candidates. Am I ever disappointed. Talk about negative campaigning which all started with accusations of the mayor violating open meeting laws and helping his friend build a pool. The negativity has only continued as the majority of the candidates have entered the fray. What a mess as everybody cries foul and all the voters get is bickering between the candidates. Local elections should be somewhat civil.

So now we have the controversy of the Fox Farm annexation that might be used to develop a light industrial park. That sort of got my interest since I am quite familiar with the site due to running on Granite Dells road and spending time on the various trails located south and west of the site. I will admit I was quite alarmed but that has passed. Currently the Fox Farm area is used not only by those looking to hike but by dirt bikes, atv’s, partiers, and even dumpsters. Yes you can find mattresses down by the Fox Farm. If you were to learn about the history of the trails in that area, you might discover that many years ago local residents Mark Sopeland and Roy Sandoval actually were riding their mountain bikes on the “animal” trails and took clippers along to help widen and connect areas so there would be some loops for people to use. Maybe they should have some input on the area. In my opinion, with correct development, the trail system could have paved trail head parking and the Forest Service could establish a pay structure to help pay the cost like they do in Sedona. Just a thought. I constantly hear how the airport park can accommodate the ammo group but I never hear or see what area up there will accommodate the company. Is it just something to say or is there really some large acreage available? No specifics have ever been mentioned.

So my friend Andy Romance, who really is a visionary, wrote this on his Facebook page:

My short answer is, Job creation trumps environmental preservation. My longer answer is, we can have both if private development and government work well together; The community cannot effectively respond at the last moment, but it’s government must proactively create an economic and environmental roadmap for development to follow. For example,1) Encourage the local government to require three complete trailheads along Granite Dells Road, one at Cypress Trail, one at Monument Peak Trail, and one at the Fox Farm accessing Boulders Trail. A complete trailhead includes restrooms, water stations, parking lots, and information kiosks. 2) Require a minimum 8-ft wide paved shared use pathway for pedestrians and bicycles the entire length of Granite Dells Road between Fox Farm and Safeway Commercial Center, detached from the roadway a minimum of 4-feet.3) So Star Valley and Payson both benefit from these amenities, and the employment, require public access through the industrial site by extending Granite Dells Road to Moonlight Drive. 4) Finally, if the community desires, determine what type of building materials and architectural style the campus must create. Soooo… THIS is how I believe government can create an environment where existing citizens, future employees, the developer, and employer can all succeed, and BAM a little town can start competing with the big cities for a Great Economy, while flat out kicking tail with Quality of Living.

Thank you Andy for those words of wisdom. Those are the types of things lacking from the candidates running for office. Nowhere can I find so much as a vision for the community expressed by those running for public office. So I currently see the dilemma as one group opposing it simply for the sake of opposing it and another group for it simply for the sake of being for it. I just can’t figure it out, what does anybody have to say about a vision for Payson and how improvements can occur and what one would like Payson to look like.

There is plenty to discuss. Payson is probably the only community that I am aware of, in the Northern Arizona area that has no identifiable downtown which results in a lack of community. How about making Payson a bicycle, running, walking, swimming, and outdoor pedestrian friendly town? Most places that are thriving are welcoming to the pedestrian.  (Prescott, Williams, Flagstaff, Cottonwood, Sedona, Village of Oak Creek, Show Low, Pinetop, Clarkdale, Jerome) Not Payson.

I would like to see some progressive thoughts on improving Payson. How about getting rid of every single stoplight in Payson and putting in traffic circles? Progressive? Better? Who knows but I will say the current way of dealing with traffic on the highway is not effective and leads to people just trying to get out of town. Did I mention vision? Why is That Brewery fromPine adding a second location in Cottonwood. Could it be that Payson was noncooperative? Payson should have actively recruited them onto a spot on Main St. If you visit with the shop owners in Old Town Cottonwood, they will talk about a visionary town manager and visionary town council. I know because I asked. They actually sent a group to recruit the expansion of That Brewery (Pine) into Cottonwood and helped find a location/building to house the brewery.

My advice whether anybody wants it or not is to show some independent thoughts, ideas, and explanations of how you will strive to improve our community. Right now, my ballot is about to be wasted.

About 14 months ago, I went to Starbucks in Fountain Hills to drink some coffee and eat a breakfast sandwich. I joined a family sitting outdoors on the patio and had a wonderful conversation. Initially I had no idea that I was sitting with a former first round NBA draft pick. I am not disclosing his name but he is a very tall non-white male. His wife and infant son were having breakfast at Starbucks and they welcomed me into their conversation. We quickly hit it off and our conversation turned to where I lived and when I told him and his wife, Payson, his exact quote to me was, “you know, we went and visited Payson about a month ago and couldn’t get out of that town quick enough”. Stunning? It smacked me in the head with the cold reality of his words.

Of course I had to explore why.  He said that the town was downright ugly and they never could find the the downtown. He asked me where is the downtown? I had no answer. Anyhow, he and his family eventually ended up at Walmart and they turned right around and went back home. Now I realize that might be harsh but here is a guy who has millions to invest and wanted nothing to do with Payson. To further that view of the town, one only had to be here for the firework display where nobody communicated to the crowd that a delay was happening and that there would be fireworks as soon as there was a break. Instead, the overwhelming majority left the area only to see the fireworks going off in their rear view mirror one hour behind schedule. Somebody should have been held accountable for that PR disaster.

All I ever wanted was to find out if anybody could articulate their vision for improving the community and making it a destination spot instead of a pass through community. Even Clarkdale, AZ has figured it out. Check out Old Town Cottonwood. http://www.oldtown.org Note what a thriving small town community might look like.

I am so disappointed that we have “teams” running against each other. I still and always will believe that local elections should have candidates that run independently. Independent thought is most important to me. I only see one candidate who is completely independent and I find that disturbing. I remember when Mayor Edwards put together a team to run with him and that didn’t turn out so well. It is time to break up and speak as an independent voice on what “you” as a candidate believe. That is the small town way.

So back to my point on voting for a visionary, what I care about is how is Payson going to be a more attractive community that is biker and pedestrian friendly and embraces a healthy life style for all. (See the above list of towns for some ideas) Gee whiz, how about a pool that stays open past the third week of July and is open 6 days a week? My wife and I and our money go to Sedona to swim in their community pool because it is open from May through the end of October with times to swim on  Saturday, and Sunday. Every other week, we trek to the Verde Valley area so we can enjoy walking around on designated trails, bike, run, swim, eat and drink. I don’t want to hear any excuses about the lack of workers etc, on why a pool can’t be open for a longer period of time.

48460a Here is an example of  what Cottonwood did to make their town bicycle friendly: http://verdenews.com/main.asp?SectionID=1&SubSectionID=1&ArticleID=48460 You ever see a sign that says, Payson is a bicycle friendly town”? Or how about a sign in Payson that says “share the road”? They just don’t exist because the town leaders and managers do not embrace pedestrian traffic. It is time to replace the old school town department heads with some new blood that has some ideas on improving community. I think replacing the current department head with an Andy Romance would be the first order of business. We need a visionary who understands community and embraces outdoor activities and it starts with replacing those who have become a hinderance in progress by their positions at town hall. Just look at what Pinetop has done with Andy. Lets bring him home!

Enough said. I challenge you to go ask people in thriving communities if visionary leaders make a difference. Just look at the picture of Old Town Cottonwood. Note the crosswalk signs so people can walk around. Could never do that in Payson wit316_003h the current management team in town hall.

So please candidates articulate a vision for Payson. Transparency, et all is not a vision. That is just common sense and I get that. I want to hear your real vision for Payson.

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Down by the River, My Adventure on the Colorado River

It was two weeks ago today that I set out on an adventure of a lifetime. Finally, I get to reflect on my trip, up the Colorado River west of the Hoover Dam. Carolyn and I had agreed to go on this adventure with Kenny and Cindy Boyes and Kenny’s brother Rex and his family.

The plan was to throw some canoes into the Colorado River and paddle 8.5 miles upstream (against the current) to camp. As Kenny and Cindy said, “its easy, no problem whatsoever.” And of course we agree since it would be no big deal to take a big old green tank (our Sarcinella borrowed canoe) and just paddle upstream. What was I thinking?

As the days approached, my anxiety levels only increased as I was wondering if Carolyn and I could somehow paddle against the current and not go backwards. To me it was like walking 8 miles uphill to school in a blinding snowstorm. Talk about sleepless nights, I was waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. On a Thursday afternoon, May 8 we load up the Boyes truck and head to Kingman to spend the night to sleep (yeh right) and take off from Willow Beach early on Friday.  We meet up at the motel with Kenny’s brother Rex and his family and sleep. Maybe a few moments of shuteye would best describe that attempt.

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So it’s 3:00 a.m. and we get around and head on down to Denny’s. Interesting place at 4:00 a.m. I was feeling quite anxious and joked about it being my last supper which would be breakfast and after loads of coffee we head to Willow Beach. It was beautiful but man I was nervous. We finally push off about 7:30 and the last time I went canoeing was in Ohio in about 1974. Now my lovely bride had never been canoeing and did I mention we were headed upstream in the mighty Colorado River? What a beautiful day! Well Rex Boyes and his family have these nice fancy kayaks, Kenny and Cindy have a nice aluminum canoe, and Carolyn and I push out in the green tank.

I know now why I was having anxiety as my nightmares were about to come true. Paddling against the current, it often seemed like we were not moving. It was like slow motion.  The novices somehow got upstream and landed at the campsite after covering 8.5 miles in 5.5 hours. What a workout. I’m sure Carolyn wanted to plug me with the paddle a few times but we managed to still be on speaking terms at the end of the upstream journey. We saw Bighorn Sheep, and a Bald Eagle. Of course we had to keep paddling and couldn’t rest to take any photos due to loosing any momentum we might have.

Arrival, set up tents, prepare our own portable toilet and we were living the life. Cold beer, some “nipping” substances and we could face just about any obstacle. Well the toilet gets set up and sure enough Kenny decides he has to use the thing.

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So after celebrating our safe arrival we head off to the hot springs for a hot soak.

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On the way to hot springs we get to see a Gila Monster. That was cool.

Of course we had a beer, afterall we are adults and to honor my friend Mike, I even packed the Fat Tire along. What fun those hot springs are. It was awesome.

We go back to camp and even get to see a rattlesnake. OMG, a rattlesnake. I hate snakes. I could almost feel the anxiety creeping back. Good thing I had a Fat Tire to calm my nerves.
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Of course, we did the group photo thing and I sort of felt like we were on vacation with the Griswolds. After a scrumptious dinner, we headed off to our sleepytime luxury suites and set our sites on for Saturday.

Saturday morning Rex and his family head back down the river for home and it left the four of us to continue the adventure.  We decided to take a hike up Petroglyph Wash to see if we could find the Native graffiti artist work. After a long strenuous hike and about to give up and as we were resting in the shade, I glanced across the trail and Eureka the petroglyphs were right in front of us. So it was worth it all to see them.P1060085 P1060089 P1060090 P1060091 P1060096

We hike back to camp through the hot springs and just hang out enjoying the beauty of the Canyon. Of course some Boy Scout group arrives and two of them head back out in a canoe and well lets just say there was some anxious moments but they were brought back safely and that is all I am going to mention in that story.

Of course we lost most of our beer Friday night as it washed downstream and somehow I managed to get a sixer of Coors Light for my friend Kenny from some campers who no longer had a need for their leftovers. Of course Carolyn felt guilty and gave them 5 bucks but that is another story.

Of course we would have an eventful evening as a cold front filled with strong winds pummeled us overnight. Canoes tipped over, tents laying down, it was some storm and little sleep. But it was cool and added to the river adventure.

Sunday morning arrives and we push off early after some great coffee and down the river we go. Well, I can tell you that it only took us about 2.5 hours going back and with the wind at our back it was an added benefit for us canoeing novices. P1060099 P1060101 P1060104 P1060056

 

 

 

 

 

Sometimes my sarcasm gets the best of me but I can honestly say this was a trip of a lifetime. I am so glad Carolyn and I accepted the challenge and we accomplished the feat and had a great time. So after canoeing, I think I want to try kayaking. By the way did I mention there was only one other person in the three days we were on the river that was going upstream. So there you  have it and I leave you with this gem of a song and its lyrics about canoeing.

THERE’S SO MUCH YOU CAN DO IN A CANOE

Brant N. Miller
(© 1993 Final Vinyl Music, ASCAP)

When you can’t stand that nine to five
Load up your canoe and drive
Off to someplace wet to drown your blues
Whether it’s a lazy river, a mountain lake
Or fast whitewater
There’s so much you can do in a canoe
You can drift and dream all day
Let the current guide your way
Or you can pole upstream if you want to
Join a month-long expedition
Or spend a lazy Sunday fishin’
There’s so much you can do in a canoe

Chorus:
You don’t need a lot of money, just a little time
A boat that floats and a little water too
Just hold onto the paddle and watch a dream come true
There’s so much you can do in a canoe
If you really want some thrills
You can drive up to the hills
Run those rapids, even swim a few
Catch an eddy, surf a wave
Portage if you don’t feel brave
There’s so much you can do in a canoe

Repeat Chorus

If you paddle silently
Many wonders you will see
Herons, otters, deer and eagles too
Fall in love with nature’s gifts
Or with the one you’re paddlin’ with
There’s so much you can do in a canoe

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A Third Day Cinco de Mayo Reflection

What does Cinco de Mayo mean to me? 13 years ago, I bought some tickets so my family and I could go see some band from Atlanta that was playing in North Phoenix. I had

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recently discovered this southern sounding rock band that was fronted by this voice that just blew me away. So in my discovery of the music, I found out that Third Day was playing on the 5th of May in Phoenix and it just so happened to be a Friday night so i bought tickets and away the girls I went. We stopped and ate and just took our time before arriving at the Valley Cathedral thinking well can’t be that many people there. Wow were we ever shocked. The doors were not open and the line stretched around the church and through the parking lot. I was thinking there must be at least 500 to 1000 in front of us and we were going to get stuck in the back. Now my daughters Caitlin and Jordyn were quite young with Caitlin being 11 and Jordyn was all of 5 years old.

Carolyn immediately sensed that I would be disappointed and states to me, why don’t you find out if they have any handicapped seating available. Most people know that my Jordyn is hearing impaired and has worn hearing aids most of her life so Carolyn just figured that could fit for special seating. So I took Jordyn all the way to the front of the line and talked to this gentleman that was working for the door and I explained that Jordyn was hearing impaired and asked if he knew of any special seating available. He looks me and simply tells me that you can go on in and pick out your seats. Needless to say I go get Carolyn and Caitlin and we go back and he lets us in the door. Shameful? I don’t know but in we were. Now all the workers had clearly reserved the front row for themselves and we decided that the second row would work on the left side of the stage. The doors open and the place completely fills up, but the Fruths are in their chairs ready to see Third Day for the very first time.

Lights go down and Jennifer Knapp comes out and we really enjoyed her music. 3rday photo-5We had become acquainted with her music and loved her first album. What a great start to an evening. The stage is cleared and on comes Third Day. Incredible. It literally changed my life.  They were touring on an album called Time which I loved.

Their set was just filled with a passion that I had not seen out of other groups.

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I mean they tore the place up with songs that were amazing. They started out with “Took My Place” and I mean it was out unbelievable. That singer, Mac Powell, was just filled up and his voice was nothing like I had ever heard. I would become a fan for life.

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So our seats were a stroke of good luck as who could have guessed that Mac liked his stage right which was our left as we looked at the band.

I had brought a camera and tried to take some photos and Mac loved playing to the camera. First concert and what an experience.

 

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So I snag the set list after the show and as we return to our car to go back to Payson, I get this brilliant idea to drive to the back side of the church and tell the girls that hey lets see if we can meet these guys. Mark Lee, Brad Avery, David Carr, and Tai Anderson were sitting it this beat up old van that looked like it was on its last legs and Mac was standing outside talking to somebody. Well he gets done and I chat him up and ask him if I can get a picture of him with Caitlin and Jordyn. He agrees and here are my girls with our first Third Day photo.

Cinco de Mayo will always have a special meaning to me thanks to Third Day. What a ride it has been.

K-J+

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Urban Trails in High Country Communities, No mention of Payson

The April 22, 2013 Arizona Republic had a great article about urban trails in Arizona’s high country communities and there was not one mention of Payson. It is quite sad to me that our community has not figured out that trails for bikers, hikers, and walkers that connect the forest with the community and allow people to ride bikes to work is an excellent way to attract those into a community looking for outdoor experiences and for those residents who value a safe place to ride or walk in the community.

The communities mentioned included Prescott, Flagstaff, Show Low and Pinetop-Lakeside and on the AZ Central website, some photos are shown of what is happening in these communities. http://www.azcentral.com/main/photos/undefined/undefined/25304

Clearly town management is supportive of these efforts and the Republic reports that these places make them quite desirable places to live and stay. The trail manager in Prescott believes that the system is a magnet for Prescott residents and out of town visitors.

So what does Pinetop area have that we don’t? For one thing, they now have Andy Romance. Good ole Andy is working for the Pinetop/Lakeside communities as their public works director and I can guarantee you that he will prosper with his can do attitude. You know Andy actively promoted a Payson trails  system for many years and helped put into writing a master trail plan. So the plan sits and as residents we get excuses and the idea that everything has to be city like streets, no bike paths, no coordination of efforts, just excuses.  If we are basing our whole existence on ASU coming to save us through the building of a college, then we are really missing the boat. College communities have vibrant systems for students to access including trails and bike paths. Those are so important yet so neglected in Payson.

While Prescott, Flagstaff, and the White Mountain communities appear to have the upper hand on Payson in urban trails. And we cannot forget Sedona. Their trail and biking system is fabulous and now includes bike lanes on 89A right through Sedona. Just something to think about. For access to the article: http://www.azcentral.com/travel/articles/20130405urban-trails-arizona-high-country-communities.html

Also note that trails are not concrete sidewalks.

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You Hit Me Like A Bomb

This week has been one of those weeks that will probably not be soon forgotten here in the USA. With the bombing at the Boston Marathon to the fertilizer plant disaster in West, TX all of this has impacted so many.

The Boston Marathon attack really hit home. I don’t believe for a second that it had anything to do with the Marathon but rather a high profile event to attack innocent bystanders and make some sort of extremist statement.

My wife had run the Boston Marathon four years ago and to see that event being targeted for terror attacks is so overwhelming. To see the same sites where I once walked and watched from being attacked by two cowards is simply heartbreaking. In my time there, I absolutely loved Boston. It is a friendly, clean city and the Marathon is one of those events where the entire community gets out and supports it in amazing ways. It was one of those events that I was glad to be a spectator to and one that Carolyn loved to compete in. To have that event torn apart by such cowardly individuals is just plain evil. Image

Now the FBI has released some photos of some suspects that look to me like a couple of young guys who I would believe are domestic terrorists. So somebody knows who this guy is:

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As I was walking the dog, I was listening to a  song on my IPhone by my favorite group, Third Day: Hit me like a Bomb. Not only were we hit like a bomb but we were hit by a bomb by evidently two cowards who chose to harm innocent individuals. It sure is a messed up world.

Sort of timely in the lyrics and “i cant say I never saw it coming, when you hit me like a bomb”.

You hit me like a bomb
And everything I’m used to
Is suddenly gone
Sorry to accuse you
Do you know what you’ve done
When you hit me like a bomb

Hear the sound of the sirens ringing
See the world of a life that’s changing
Well you hit me like a bomb
I was scared and I started running
Can’t say I never saw it coming
When you hit me like a bomb

(La la la la la la la la…)

You hit me like a bomb
Everything’s changing
It didn’t take long
For you to start rearranging
Everything that I’ve known
When you hit me like a bomb

Hear the sound of the sirens ringing
See the world of a life that’s changing
Well you hit me like a bomb
I was scared and I started running
Can’t say I never saw it coming
When you hit me like a bomb

(La la la la la la la la…)

You hit me like a bomb and I saw it coming
Hit me like a bomb and it’s all my fault
You hit me like a bomb and I saw it coming
Hit me like a bomb and it’s all my fault

Hear the sound of the sirens ringing
See the world of a life that’s changing
Well you hit me like a bomb
I was scared and I started running
Can’t say I never saw it coming
When you hit me like a bomb

 
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Road Trippin’ Flagstaff, AZ for a Packer Victory

Another year has come and gone and once again I have found myself on the road officiating high school basketball. Four days, eight games and I’m thinking that for an old guy, that isn’t too bad.

After a three day tournament at Blue Ridge High School in Pinetop, AZ, I get on home for a night only to find myself on the road again to Flagstaff, AZ for two afternoon basketball games. The good thing is Carolyn and Jordyn go along for the ride as we decided, lets just make it a mini vacation trip. The girls drop me off for the games and off to the clearance sales they go. Something like 90% off Christmas merchandise at Target and 75% off at Pier 1. Of course, I’m stuck in a gym but I get to work with the youngster Kelly Thomas from St. Johns, AZ and we had some fun. Games were done by 4:30 and off to sample the local goods we go.

I wasn’t about to head to Payson knowing that the Packers were playing in the first round of the playoffs so we had agreed to stay over at a hotel and go downtown and watch some Packer football. From the Flagstaff Brewing Company to Collins Irish Pub to Maloney’s, we had some fun. Rodgers’ jersey on my back and a chip on my shoulder as well, I was ready for a victory. So the story goes something like this.

Trip to Flagstaff, $95 cash officiating fees. Trip to the Irish Pub, -$50. Trip to Maloney’s -$20. Trip to hotel, -$100. Trip to Target and other sites I know nothing about, – (fill in the blanks). Turning a $20 bet into $60 with my brother the bookie, well good news. Watching the Packers win with my home girls, completely priceless.

What a great unplanned road trip to Flagstaff with the girls. Now I’m thinking, San Francisco. Hmm, how do I road trip to San Fran next Saturday? One can only dream. Go Pack Go.

Since Mike McCarthy, the Packers Head Coach left San Francisco, and the 49ers chose Alex Smith instead of Aaron Rodgers, I thought it most appropriate to give you some Tony Bennett.

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