11–20 of 31 entries from the month of: July 2009

Heaven Smells of Desert Rain

July 21st

Driving through the desert

Driving through the desert

Driving through the desert

Driving through the desert

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Oh, how it rained on the drive home yesterday. It was so beautiful and refreshing! I left Wyoming at 4 am, bundled in a sweatshirt with 62 degree weather, hit Utah by lunch with 80 degree temperatures and then entered Arizona late-afternoon to rain and a cool breeze. By the time I made it home some 16 hours later, it was pouring and 72!  Can you imagine?

I feel a little like Phoenix missed me as much as I missed her. She put on her cutest dress, shaved her legs and went all out to welcome me home. If that weren’t enough, today is rainy and cool too; this couldn’t be better to adjust back to the working world after such a fantastically relaxing vacation.

Now, back to work. Three months from today I turn 30, and frankly, I’ve got a lot to accomplish between now and then. Just 90 days and this is going to be fun…

~k

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Fishy

July 18th

I spent 6 hours on the Green River today learning to fly fish. In reality, what I learned was how to hook myself with a fly and how delicious chicken fingers are. Seriously. Chicken fingers dipped in ranch? Why am I just learning about this now?

Trout for dinner

Trout for dinner

Trout for dinner

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Trout for dinner

Trout for dinner

Trout for dinner

Trout for dinner

Trout for dinner

MOOOOOOOSE!

MOOSE!

Trout for dinner

Trout for dinner

Trout for dinner

Trout for dinner

Trout for dinner

I’m having gaspacho, but this little swimmer will also be served for dinner — one of half a dozen caught today. German brown and rainbow trout were bountiful. If you’ve never been invited fly fishing and suddenly the opportunity bobs your way, suck it up and go. Fight your city girl instincts, throw on a giant hat and a good attitude and be prepared to have your inner Laura Ingalls Wilder come out in full French braided glory. The water, the snow-capped mountains, the wild flowers in a thousand colors, the bald eagles, osprey and red hawks swooping from giant, riverside cottonwood, the bright blue sky dotted by wispy white coulds — all sublime. Gutting the fish? Not my cup of tea, but thankfully I can hide behind a wussy camera like I did for most of the day, observing and enjoying in my own way.

Salty’s family has absorbed me into their crew, adding me to their mix of activities with such kindness. Today I found myself alone with Lainey — la mama de Salty — listening to her talk about her daughter, their family and so desperately missing my own I batted away a sea of salty tears. There is absolutely no doubt that I am one of the most blessed when it comes to sincere friendships. I’ll absolutely never forget the gracious hospitality this family has extended me this week. I look forward to returning the favor with gusto, and perhaps a bit of fish I caught.

~K

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Beasts of Beauty

July 18th

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Sophie

Jackson, Murphy, Sophie

Horsies

Horsies at the cabin

View from the cabin

Sophie

Cody, with his pup Raja and a host of Wyoming beasts.

~K

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Swimmingly

July 17th

the no diving is really optional

i pledge allegiance

warm and lovely

records

built in flags

floaties

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This One Goes Out to Salty

July 16th

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Never a fan of cliches, this post kinda kills me. That said, the difference between Polly Pocket at Thomas the Train was apparently clear when Adam, I and the gang came upon a rather complex logging operation in the mountains. Where I was bored and ready to immediately move along, Adam was drooling at the machinery, pointing at each giant forest beast and calling out their names.

Essentially I was twirling my hair and snapping my gum in the seat next to him. Silly machines. Silly boys.

So, Salty — what are the names of these forest killers again?

~K

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Why? Why not! Wyoming!

July 15th

Saying Goodbye

Said goodbye to Cody in Denver…

On the road again

and hit the open road for Wyoming.

Wyoming

Driving and driving and driving

Poppies!

I was greeted by three giant happy dogs, a cabin full of friends I love and a garden bursting with colors.

Pretty paper thin flowers

Feeding

Blooms

Pansies

my perch

The cabin has a wrap-around porch, horses, a barn and a 360 degree view of some of the most gorgeous country I’ve ever seen.

Wyoming Hike

Forest Floor

Columbines

Columbine

Indian Paintbrush

Vista

The gang

This road trip has a new theme; while the margaritas were spicy fun, the mountains here bring their own mystery. I spent hours yesterday wandering the woods with friends, a pack on my back with nothing more than a water bottle and my camera, and two happy pups at my heels. Mountain living — clean air, the song of birds, the whisper of the running river and the cool breeze above — is a gift. This is the way I want to live.

A slice of heaven

Burnt

Wildflower bounty

Squaretop Mountain

Squaretop Mountain, as seen from Green River Lake. I am certain the world doesn’t come any prettier or more peaceful.

~K

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Fabric of Life

July 13th

Blogger girls

I met up with birds of the same feather yesterday — ladies I’ve long admired from afar but hadn’t ever met in person. We met at Denver Fabrics for a bit of excessive textile consumption (they watched; I acted like a fat kid in a candy store. A fat kid who yesterday spent her entire allowance at Fancy Tiger).

New fabrics

Trim!

And then came the margaritas.

If this road trip had a theme to date, it would be rimmed with salt and over the rocks with a dash of fun. LoLa’s in the Highlands neighborhood is just a great as Rosie said. Julia, Erin and I joined her for some much needed laughter.

Japanese purse handles

Future curtain panel

Friends, new art supplies and a dash of lime makes this wandering desert girl very, very happy. I’m sad to say farewell to Colorado, but big sky country awaits. Hi ho Civic, away!

~K

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Love Wins

July 12th

age old graffiti

I can imagine hikers in the Rockies years ago, love sick and without Facebook/Twitter/Blogs/Cell phones/Texts to embarrass themselves with emotion. Instead, trees and bark met the need.

There are fields of Aspens on the San Francisco Peaks in Flagstaff that are equally marked by passersby. Story goes, Spanish shepherds marked the trees as they watched the clouds and time float by. I can imagine them dreaming of their gorgeous Penelopes left behind, carving their initials and hope into trunks, wishing for a bridge over the sea between to bring lovers back together.

Today I attended Grant UMC in Denver — a reconcilation congregation with some of the most welcoming folks I’ve ever met. From heavy, old pews lined with maroon velvet, we sang and worshipped with “peace,” “love” and “anyone and everyone” banners hanging near centuries old stained glass. There is nothing more loving, or Christ-like, than such acceptance and compassion. I am honored I stumbled upon the church during a walk yesteday and managed to find my way back today.

Love, like truth, always wins.

~K

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Forest Floor

July 11th

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Lost Lake

Lost Lake

Lost Lake

Lost Lake

Lost Lake

Lost Lake

Lost Lake

Lost Lake

Lost Lake

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Lost Lake

Wandering in the Rockies yesterday on a lengthy hike with a friend, I stopped to admire the forest floor. The soft crunch underfoot was a quilt of characters — dark black compost covered with bright splotches of lime green moss, rust orange lichen, fading brittle pine needles, musty and moist pine cones, aging golden leaves and the occasional ivory mushroom. Each element is interesting alone, but together they create a fascinating array of color, scent and texture.

This is much like life. Faith, family, friends, community, pets, art, music, great food, love — all wonderful on their own, but thrown together, the patchwork of an incredibly fulfilling life.

~K

“We are not human beings having a spiritual experience; we are spiritual beings having a human experience.” — Bumpersticker in Denver

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940

July 10th

No makeup

4:30 am: Leave Phoenix. I couldn’t get to sleep and by the time my alarm goes off, I’m running on excitement.

Hour 2 complete

6:30 am: Arrive in Flagstaff, throw the sunroof open, smell summer. The scent of a cool breeze blowing through pine is one of my favorites. In Flag, this scent would in inauthentic without the occasional dash of skunk and diesel. Still, it’s heaven.

Flagstaff, AZ

6:31: Consider abandoning plan and just staying in Flagstaff. Then I think of throwing my arms around Cody and reconsider.

Solidary day

8 am: I’ve never driven the route between Flagstaff and Albuquerque before. I cannot believe how much the flat land near Winslow reminds me of the salt flats of Bolivia.

could be Bolivia

9 am: It is pretty silly an Arizona native would know Bolivia better, but before yesterday, I’d never paid any attention this slice of my homeland.

Near Winslow, AZ

9:15 am: Even the trains cutting through the changing landscape were aesthetic, their cars a patchwork of faded rusted colors otherwise found in a setting Arizona sunset.

Holbrook, AZ

9:30: It wasn’t until Holbrook, Arizona that I ran into a wee bit of trouble. I shouldn’t have been driving 80+ miles, taking the occasional photo and listening to music. Thankfully the officer was about my age, cute and was perhaps a bit more interested in getting a drink at a later date than hassling me about my lack of proof of insurance and speed. Noting my luck, I slowed down considerably. I also thanked God repeatedly for this great dash of fortune so early into the adventure.

Lunching with Raesha

12:30: Alburquerque meant a bowl of hot New Mexican food with Raesha. She’s a doll! We really enjoyed catching up and once again I was reminded how lovely this¬† artsy web community is.

WIshing I'd been a passender

2 pm: Begin regretting that bowl of green chile. My tummy is so warm and I’m getting very, very sweeepy.

Nearing Raton, NM

4 pm: Signs begin to include “Denver” as an option and I continue to marvel at the beauty of New Mexico. It really is the state of enchantment. I’d move here in a second. The rolling hillside, red earth, wide, clear skies — gorgeous.

Hour 12

8:30 pm: Denver. I arrive after lots of construction, an Oreo McFlurry and 940 miles driven. Cody, Mark and Raja are there to greet me with open arms, Wi Fi and a coffee shop on the corner of the new neighborhood. I’m having an affair with Colorado and I have a feeling the next few days are going to be wildly remembered.

The adventure continues,

K

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