When Nature Does The Landscaping...

We recently drove out to California, to catch a ship to Hawaii.

We like road trips.

Just outside Tucson, AZ, is Saguaro National Park.

Nature does the landscape job there.

And, a good job it is.

Enjoy...

I love Ocotillo.

Wonder just how old these guys are.  It takes years, before they put on an arm.

PURPLE Cholla!

We should have stood beside this guy, for scale.  It's six feet tall....

So pretty...don't know what it is.

If you get the chance, it's worth seeing this 'garden'.

Happy Gardening...

~~Linda~~

The Best Laid Plans...

We've been back in Wyoming.

We planned a trip to Yellowstone National Park, 

a year ago.  Way before our daughter ended up moving up here.

Before and after our time in Yellowstone, we've been back in

Pinedale.  We love it here.

Last week, we got up extra early, so we could drive the 89 miles to Grand Tetons
in time to catch the morning sun.  It's on our way to Yellowstone.

But, nature had other ideas.  The morning was really foggy.

In places, we could barely see the road.

The Tetons were shrouded in clouds.

And, shortly after these photos, they disappeared completely.




So much for best laid plans....

Happy Gardening...
~~Linda~~

Vintage Round-Up of National Parks

Looking back in time to all the national parks I've visited, has been a great trip down Memory Lane.

The inspiration for this was delivered by Pam at Digging.  She asked us to share our stories of national parks, after watching the Ken Burns series, The National Parks.

I've visited many of the parks, monuments and historic sites.  Many of these trips were when I was a child.  So, the photos I have were taken decades ago, with an old Kodak camera. 

My parents liked to travel and camping was the most economical way to go.  My dad was always into the economics of things.  But, camping is a great way to get close to the nature and...essence...of a place.

One park we visited way back then was Grand Teton National Park.  See the sticker above, I found in the box, when looking for photos?  It's been hiding in there for fifty something years.  Pretty cool, huh?

But, not as cool as the park, itself.

Grand Teton National Park, circa 1954

Rugged peaks are the signature of the Tetons.  There was some controversy over this park.  The people who lived in the region, weren't too happy about the Federal Government coming in and taking control of the land.  So, it took many years to have it all come together.  The original Grand Teton National Park, was established by congress in 1929, and only included the Teton Range, and the lakes around in.  In 1943, President Roosevelt decreed a large part of the area The Jackson Hole National Monument.  Then, in 1950, the two were combined to make the park we know today.

Jenny Lake, Grand Teton National Park, circa 1954

I remember we camped at Jenny Lake.....a 'bottomless' lake.  I couldn't quite grasp that as a child.  Bottomless....that's pretty deep.  But, I could see how beautiful it was. 

We hiked around the lake and, I'm sure, my parents fished.

Next up was Yellowstone National Park....which is right next door.

Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone, Yellowstone National Park, circa 1954

Yellowstone was America's first National Park.  Established in 1872.

Beyond the canyon and river, it's an other worldly landscape, with lava pots and spewing geysers. 

Old Faithful, Yellowstone National Park, circa 1954

Old Faithful is the most famous of these.  It's a geyser that 'blows' every hour.  Sometimes, it actually goes off on schedule.

I remember the fragile looking 'crust' under the board walks placed over the boiling pits.  Pam at Digging, has some good, more up to date pictures of this.

Camping in Yellowstone was an adventure.  We had our trusty tent again, and it was all pretty primitive.  You were warned to not leave food in the campsite, because of the bears.  So, we put ours in the car, and were lucky the bears didn't break in.  And, there were plenty bears.  Even, a mother and her two cubs.  No picture of them.  But, I found one of a big black bear that came to visit.

 

Yellowstone National Park, circa 1954

Next, let's go further west.  We went out to California to visit relatives.  Quite a pleasant trip, way back then, crossing the desert without air conditioning in the car.  Almost like real pioneers.

We did all the California things...Disneyland, the beach...then up to one of the most beautiful places on earth.

Yosemite National Park, circa 1959

Yosemite has a varied and controversial history.  It became a National Park in 1890.  It is such a beautiful place.  There still is the pull between preservation to the point of closing it off, and making it available for all to enjoy.  It's a place I hope to return to some day.

Our time was short, so we headed back east.  We drove through the 1950s version of Las Vegas, and across the Hoover Dam.  Then, spent the night at Grand Canyon National Park.

Grand Canyon National Park, circa 1959

Much has been written about this famous place.  It became a National Park in 1919.  If you get a chance to go, you should.  It's quite amazing.  I returned with my husband and friends in 2005 via one of the helicopter tours out of Las Vegas, for a special birthday.  That was exciting.  We flew through the areas they allow aircraft, landed on the canyon floor and had a nice champagne lunch.  There are pictures of that trip.  I think they're living in the old computer.  I need to dust that off and transfer them over to the laptop.

Petrified Forest National Monument, circa 1959

Close by to Grand Canyon is Petrified Forest National Park and the Painted Desert.  The Petrified Forest wasn't a National Park when I was there in 1959, it was a monument.  It became a National Park in 1962.  I remember being disappointed with it.  I guess I thought those 'trees of stone' would be standing.  Remembering back, it was pretty interesting, though.

So, those are the 'way back when' places.  There are many other parks we've visited, not so many pictures.  One place I visited as a child, then again in 1979, with my children, and one more time in 2002, with grandchildren, is Great Sand Dunes National Park, in Colorado.   It's an amazingly big pile of sand.  Another great place to see.

Great Sand Dunes National Park, circa 1979

Great Sand Dunes National Park, circa 2002

As I said at the beginning, this has been a fun trip back into my family history.  There are so many parks we haven't visited, and many we'd like to revisit.  If you get a chance, visit as many National Parks as you can.  In the mean time, go see  Pam at Digging. She has links to a lot of other blogger's trips.

I'll leave you with this travel sticker memento from long ago.  It is so iconic of the times.

Happy Trails

Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Park

Black Canyon of the Gunnison, circa 2002

The Black Canyon of the Gunnison is one of the most spectacular of the National Parks we've visited.

Our first time there was on the 1979 family camping trip to Colorado we made with another family. We'd just left our Durango campsite, where we'd had the chance to visit Mesa Verde National Park.  We hadn't planned to go there.  We needed a place to camp that night, and this was a place on the map that looked good.  What a good choice.  This is an amazing place.

 Black Canyon of the Gunnison, circa 1979

This is a steep, rugged canyon formed by erosion by the swift moving Gunnison River.  The name, Black Canyon refers not only to the color of the stone, but the fact that at places along the river, the cliffs are so steep and narrow, that sunlight seldom touches the bottom.

Black Canyon of the Gunnison, circa 1979

There are viewing areas along many of the cliffs.  It's a dizzying view across the canyon.  There are strong fences to keep you from falling.  Watch small children, anyway.  

Black Canyon of the Gunnison, circa 2002

In places, you can see all the way to the river.

In 2002, we made another family camping trip to Colorado.  This time, with our son and his family.

Our plan was to camp at a private campground in Southfork, then go on to Mesa Verde.  The forests fires that year had changed a lot of people's plans.  Mesa Verde was closed.  So, we decided we'd try Black Canyon of the Gunnison.

The campgroud there is very nice.  Both families had RVs, and we had full hook-up sites.  And, no forests fires there.  Our first stop was at one of those overlooks.  The four grandkids ran down the hill ahead of us.  By the time the adults got there, the then five-year-old had climbed over one of those strong fences, and was standing on the edge of the cliff.  Our hearts stopped for a second, but we got her back over without tragedy.  Whew!  The memory makes me a little shaky, even now.

The next morning, we drove down to the river.  Rock Rose has posted, that she and her husband hiked down to the river.  I'm glad we didn't see that option.   Driving was so much easier.

Black Canyon of the Gunnison, circa 2002

The water is beautiful.  We didn't fish, but now I wish we had.

Black Canyon of the Gunnison, circa 2002

We did do some hiking. 

Black Canyon of the Gunnison, circa 2002

And, just sitting...taking in the beauty.

Since time was getting short, we only spent one night there.  It would be worth another, longer trip.

There were many more photos taken on that trip.  Most of the best went into a scrapbook made for my daughter-in-law, to replace all the photos lost when their house burned.  I never had more prints made.

Sometimes, pictures don't get printed from negatives....some just live inside computers.   Going back and looking at these photos brings back memories of fun times in the past. 

Thanks to Pam at Digging for inspiring us all to tell our stories of visits to National Parks.   Visit her and see more stories.

Black Canyon of the Gunnison, circa 1979

Return With Us Now to... Those Days of Yesteryear

After watching Ken Burns' series on PBS celebrating the National Parks, Pam at Digging was inspired to inspire us to share our pictures and tell our stories of visits we've made to national parks.  There are so many wonderful parks, it will be fun to see what our blogging friends decide to share.

When I was growing up, my parents loved to travel and camp and fish.  National Forests and National Parks were some of the best places to camp.  It was usually pretty primitive camping.  No fancy camp sites, with hook-ups for RVs.  No fancy bath houses.  Just a spot to pitch your tent.  If you were lucky, the water faucet (as well as the bathroom) was close to your camp site. Of course, I was a kid.  Going a week without a real bath was fun.

My Great Aunt Lavina and I compare our catch, while my Dad fixed the tent flap.

Yes, five of us slept in that tent for a week.

Great Uncle Jim gets his rig ready, while Aunt Lavina and I wait.

Our camp was at Vallecito Lake, outside Durango, CO.

I don't have a lot of photos of those days to share.  We had an old Kodak camera that went everywhere with us.  Looking back on prints made with that camera, I see my mother...who was the photographer-in-chief...was not too good at focusing.  Lots a blurry photos in those little drug store picture sleeves.  Of course, today, I'm brilliant.  I can see on my digital camera that the shot is blurry, delete, and retake.

One place we went, was very fascinating.  Mesa Verde National Park.

Spruce Tree House Circa 1954

Mesa Verde was established as a National Park in 1906, by President Theodore Roosevelt.  This establishment helped preserve the ancient Puebloan cliff dwellings found there, from being looted and the artifacts removed.  The park is in the Four Corners region where Colorado, Utah, New Mexico and Arizona meet.

Mesa Verde is Spanish for green table. It's situated on a high mesa, or plateau.  The people who inhabited the area were  farmers, and first lived in houses built on top of the mesa.  For some reason, they began to build the cliff dwellings we see today in the crevices of the cliffs below the mesa.  Maybe for protection from other tribes or from the elements.  I'm not sure anyone knows why.  But, this gave us the fascinating cliff dwellings.

It was fun looking at the old photos we took so long ago.  My first trip was in 1954, along with my parents and my mother's aunt and uncle.  Our campsite at Mesa Verde was right on the edge of the mesa...or so it seemed.  My Uncle Jim joked that we better not sleep walk.

The second time I went was with my husband and kids and another family, in 1979. 

In 1954, as today, you have to go up and down a steep 60' ladder to get to Balcony House.  That's after the 100' stairway, the 32' ladder and crawling through the 12'X18" tunnel.  But, I remember it being worth it.

Dad and I climbing around the ruins.

There are ladders around the ruins themselves to climb, as well.

I think this is Balcony House

The largest cliff dwelling is Cliff Palace.  It has 150 rooms, along with about 23 kivas.

Cliff Palace circa 1954

 

My daughter and I in blue, son in dark blue at Cliff Palace, circa 1979

Another view with my daughter.

The round spaces you see are ruins of kivas.  Kiva is a Hopi word for ceremonial room.  The kivas at Mesa Verde were probably used much like churches of later times.  They are underground rooms which would have had roofs of  wooden beams and mud, held up by columns.  There would be a hole in the center or the roof for access down a ladder.  There would be a small hole in the middle of the floor, known as a sipapu, a symbolic entrance to the underworld.  The kivas were also used as gathering places and weaving rooms. 

Meredith at Great Stems has some great pictures of Mesa Verde, and the restored kivas at Spruce Tree House.

There are more cliff dwellings and some mesa top sites you can visit.  As well as the museum.  All interesting places to see.

We tried again in 2002 to make another visit to Mesa Verde, with our son and his family.  We didn't get to make that trip.  The park was closed due to the many forest fires in the area.  With one road in and out of the park, evacuation would be too difficult.  Since that time, said son and family have returned and enjoyed the trip. 

When there in 1954 and again in 1979, the museum had mummified remains on display.  The Puebloans sometimes entombed bodies at the very back of the alcoves where the dwellings were built.  In 2006, all Native American remains and relics from their graves were reburied.  The ceremony was closed to the public and in an undisclosed location inside the park. 

If you get a chance, this is a place that is worth your time.  The National Parks of the USA are all worth a visit.

Another view of Spruce Tree House, circa 1954