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Glen Canyon, Lake Powell

It’s been interesting spending time on Navajo land. I asked a native in Page, Arizona, for directions to downtown. When I arrived I found that downtown was just a strip mall. I asked another native if he had been to Moab, Utah, in a while. He said, “No, I don’t like going to big cities.” Ha. So endearing. The police car sirens sound like a roadrunner. Below are pictures of Glen Canyon Dam and Horseshoe Bend.

Natural Bridges National Monument

I want to give a big thank you to ACT Campground in Moab, Utah, for hosting me for five weeks. I appreciate the owners’ hospitality, respect for their guests, and amenities. From Moab I headed south to Natural Bridges National Monument. It was a small park with similar topography as what I had seen around Moab. I took a few photos and then continued south toward Monument Valley. I was hoping that the road I chose was a good choice. It looked freshly paved, but there was hardly anyone on it. After being on the road for a while, I hit dirt. Crap! I saw a sign that stated there was a steep downhill grade for three miles. Considering that there was nowhere else to go but back, I didn’t want to start over. I convinced myself that since I had seen road work signs there were only three miles of dirt road. In other words, the road curved and I couldn’t see what it looked like miles ahead. I slowly rolled further and then my eyes popped out of my head. I was on a mesa and I didn’t know it!! My car was pointing toward the edge of a cliff with a very big drop-off. I kept my cool and drove the three-mile switch back while admiring the view of Mexican Hat, Utah, (bottom-right pix.) and pavement! I drove through Monument Valley, which was picturesque—as advertised—but I wasn’t feelin’ it. I didn’t take a picture.

Dinosaur tracks

My travel book is a guide left behind by dinosaurs and mammoths. I go where they’ve been, including Mammoth Site (Hot Springs, SD), La Brea Tar Pits (CA), and Moab (UT), among other places. Below are images of real dinosaur foot prints and petrified dinosaur bones that are in a time capsule in Moab.

Canyonlands National Park & La Sal Mountains

After I set out on a six-mile hike I saw storm clouds. Was I prepared? No. Why would I prepare for rain in the middle of the desert when it is 90 degrees? I figured I’d be fine; I wasn’t hiking toward the storm. An hour later, the trail headed me toward the storm. At least there isn’t any rock climbing on this trail, I thought. Another half-hour later I was at a point in the trail where it was time to hike out of the canyon—straight up (it seemed) a rock wall. Then the rain caught up with me. Crap. When I neared the mesa I thought: At least there’s no thunder [CRASH]. Great. The storm passed over me and was lovely, actually. It was nice to be cooled off and hiking in my favorite—tropical—weather . . . in the middle of the desert.
Canyonlands offered one jaw-dropping view after another. I kept hearing myself say, “Oh, my gosh.” One of the many good things about being in shape is that I can hike far enough and on difficult enough trails to be away from the crowd and have views all to myself.

Arches National Park

Seen one arch you’ve seen them all? Seen one desert you’ve seen them all? I think not. I have already visited all of the states and I think Utah will end up in my top favorite five states. So far, I have California, Hawaii, Alaska, . . .
I heard my phone beep when I was on a hike. The good news is that I had cell reception. The bad news is that it was FEMA telling me that I shouldn’t be hiking eight miles in 90-degree weather and that I should have put on more sunscreen. That trail was called Devil’s Garden. I can understand why. It kicked my ass. There was a lot of scrambling up, down, and around boulders and “fins.” There were some really scary parts to the hike, including not having enough energy to take a wrong turn and not knowing where the right turn was. Fortunately, there were enough people on the trail to help me along. Hikers tend to be cool like that. The next day, a former park ranger told me that I hiked the loop in the opposite direction from the designed intention.

Dead Horse Point State Park

I almost didn’t go to Dead Horse, which is just a short drive from Moab, Utah. The views of the canyons and the Colorado River were beautiful. I definitely thought that I was looking at The Grand Canyon. Moab is a great place to be based, where you can also visit Arches National Park and Canyonlands National Park. I’m excited to show you those pictures, also. Moab in and of itself is a cute town, but not quiet. There is a a lot of traffic and construction. You don’t have to go far, though, for peace and serenity. Nearby is also a dinosaur park, but don’t waste your money like I did. Grrr.

Capitol Reef National Park

Not far from the Nevada border and into Utah, I saw a hill named Mormon Peak. It was the first time that I had seen a high Mormon.
The photos below are of Capitol Reef National Park. It’s huge. I was concerned that I wouldn’t get good photos or good hikes, because the first day the air quality was bad from wildfires. In a couple of the photos I captured the park’s smoky look.
The first time I went spelunking I learned: 1) never go alone, 2) tell two people where you’re going and when you expect to return, 3) bring three sources of light, and 4) go in a group of a minimum of four people. These are good rules to follow when exploring outside of a cave, also. What’s worse than following only one rule? Hiking in a gorge or wash with rain clouds above. That was a fast hike and I seemed to be the only one concerned.
You’ll see a photo of petroglyphs, which Indians have been creating for thousands of years. Since they have understood the importance of history, whether or not the truth hurt, I highly doubt any tribe or generation came along and crossed out the images.

Great Basin National Park

It only took me a few days into my long camping trip to fall in love with a park ranger. Ah, men in dirt.
The photos below are of Great Basin National Park, known for its starry sky and Lehman Caves, neither of which I saw much of. The former was muted by a nearly full moon and the other muted by a virus. Grr. I had to watch a video to see inside the cave. Grr.
Hiking 5 1/2 miles up at 10,000 feet kicked my ass. I train at sea level. I train at sea level! I hiked part way with two bad-ass women, about my age, from western Pennsylvania. They served in the military, worked corrections, and patrolled the US-Mexico border, among other achievements. I learned a lot from them.
One of my favorite aspects of traveling is meeting other world travelers, with whom I can relate better than with anyone else. Of course I love meeting the locals, too. There’s nothing like being a guest on other people’s turf and learning their culture and how they overcome challenges. It’s the best way to understand why people are the way they are and of course the best way to learn acceptance, sympathy, and empathy, traits world travelers tend to have.

Utah trip

On September 1 I embarked on a road trip that will take place mostly in the southern half of Utah. I started in Paso Robles, California, and went to Sacramento to visit friends and family. My dinner at Revolution Restaurant in Sacramento was so good that I want to tell you all about it. But, this isn’t a food blog–bo-ring. In Carson City, Nevada, I saw wild horses, which I had heard about but never seen. I was so excited; it was as though I had never seen a horse before. No, I didn’t get a picture. I made my way east on Nevada’s Highway 50–Loneliest Road in America–which is so beautiful. I drove over a hill/mountain pass and then across the basin to the next pass, over and over all the way to Baker, Nevada, by the Utah border. I passed a lot of BLM signs. It’s interesting that Black Lives Matter has the same initials as Bureau of Land Management. On my way to Austin, which is about half-way across Nevada, I stopped to photograph desert graffiti (Fig. 1). I was so hot after spending only a few minutes in the sun that I saw a mirage. Along miles (?) of highway, the rocks spell out the US Constitution’s Preamble—no cancel culture in the Nevada Basin. Scorpions are still patriotic. The rest of the images were taken in or near Austin, including Stokes Castle (Fig. 4), Toquima Cave (Fig. 7-9), and Hickison Summit (Fig. 10-11). In Fig. 7 & 11 you can see petroglyphs/pictographs. While taking Fig. 10 I was thinking: I love having planet Earth all to myself. Where’s my next stop? Stay tuned to find out.

New look

Does this website look differently? It should. I am now displaying my photographs and offering them for sale. Where are the books? You can visit my Facebook page (BeanFit) and Amazon. Where are the videos? You can visit my YouTube channel (beanners1). Anything else you need from me? Just ask. Happy shopping.