Thursday, July 13, 2023

July 14 - Some Days

 Some days are better than others. 

Woke up in a beautiful hotel room in Page, Arizona. 

Gary hunted down decent coffee for breakfast, then we packed up the car with the hope that we’d be able to rent a jet ski or another kind of vessel at Lake Powell.



By 9:47 a.m., we joined the rich and famous on the Lake Powell Marina on a pontoon boat. The boat was so stinking posh that it had a built-in cooler for the captain’s water bottle and it had Bluetooth to sync the giant speakers with a cellphone to play fave tunes. 



Gary is a natural pirate captain. I now have three top nature experiences: Any day at Bryce Canyon, Lower Antelope Canyon, and Lake Powell by boat. I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves. (I actually crossed a state border by boat!)

By the time we filled up the gas at the main marina, the air was so hot I could not catch the melting of the lime popsicle fast enough before the tart drops flew into the wind onto my hands and arms and over the boat railing. It was the best-tasting popsicle ever, still. Gosh, was I ever parched?

After the lake adventure, we went back to get another patch for Lake Powell. I get what the thing with the lake is now, so one patch simply won’t do.

Gary was wind and sand burned but indulged my dino obsession by stopping at Big Waters Visitor Center on the way back to Bryce anyway. I had read about this center when we were planning our dino trek in Salt Lake City and again when planning this southern Utah staycation. The focus seemed to be on the Kaiparowits Formation and dinosaurs, which are at the core of my obsession.

The sandstone building was beautiful with new, well-designed displays and iron sculptures outside. It was too hot to linger, though, so we headed inside rather swiftly. A woman with intensely blue eyes met my gaze as soon as we got in the door. We now know that her name is Jennifer. I approached her with my new line, “Hey, I’m a tour guide at Bryce Canyon. We are looking to expand our script to include more information on dinosaurs. Do you have any suggestions for what I should read?”

A lot happened after that.

Magical things.

To begin answering my question, Jennifer took me to the library part of the visitor center’s store. She took Christa Sadler’s awesome book, Where Dinosaurs Roamed, off the shelf. When I told her that I already own the book we commenced to commiserate about what we liked about the book and its author the way only true fans can. Since this was already a winning book, Jennifer handed me one of the two unopened copies of Dinosaurs of Utah by Frank DeCourten instead. I cannot wait to sink my teeth into this technical treatise on far out creatures who roamed close.



The one and only dinosaur I mention on my tour is the Kosmoceratops, or Ornate Horned Face. If you have read my blog, this is old news. What I usually don’t mention in either my blog or on my tour is the Latin name for my favorite dino. They are called Kosmoceratops richardsoni after Scott Richardson, the geologist turned bone prospector who found the species in Escalante – Grand Staircase of which Bryce is the highest step.

As part of her answer, the park ranger mentioned that “Scott” had just gone home to pack because he is scheduled to participate in the Geology Festival at Bryce Canyon this weekend. She gave me his personal business card and said, “He might not answer email while he is working, but you’ll surely see him this weekend anyway.” Yeah, okay, I’ll just go back to Bryce and ask one of the coolest peeps on earth about the coolest dinos on earth since he’ll spend the weekend in the ‘hood. WHAT?!

UPDATE:


Me and Scott Richardson!


Meanwhile, Gary had taken in the dino display in the center. The whole thing was about local dinos with focus on Kosmos; another cool dino called plesiosaur which was found in Tropic Shale (our grocery store out here is in Tropic!); and Nothronychus graffami. As Gary and I checked the display of the fossils by the counter, the park ranger came around and pointed at what I was taking photos of. Pointing at the sloth-like Nothronychus dino, she said, “That one is named after my father. He found the bones only a couple of miles from here.” WHAT?!

By the time Gary and I had enjoyed the Kosmo exhibit and walked up to the cashier with cool merch, Jennifer had looked up the agenda for the Bryce Canyon Geology Festival. Unbelievably, Christa Sadler, the author of our fave dino book, is the speaker at the North Campground on Saturday night. WHAT?!

But, there is more.

There is one more dino I mention on my tour, but only if the guests are worthy. Mabry, one of the co-owners of the company I work for, has found part of a fossil of a Utahraptor. Raptors are those dinos that chase people in Jurassic Park and scare them by tapping their huge, sharp middle claw. This fossil piece has been reported to the proper authorities so Mabry is able to keep it here and show it to our guests, no problem. Earlier this summer, Mabry was in contact with a paleontologist name Tut Tran who dug for dinos in the Bryce area last year. Tut showed interest in checking where Mabry found his fossil to see if there may be more dino body parts strewn about. In the excitement, Mabry said I could come with them…and that I can write the dino information for the company’s guidebook. Well, Mabry’s connection with Tut fizzled, so I have yet to go out with them for bone prospecting. I made peace with the possibility of only getting paid to write about dinos so more people can get obsessed rather than getting the whole experience.

Before we left the Center this afternoon, Jennifer read the name of the speaker for tomorrow night: Tut Tran. WHAT?!










Tuesday, May 23, 2023

May 22 Staycation Exploration


 May 22 Staycation Exploration


Jen had the day off from training, and we used it for a personal Bryce Canyon tour for Gary so she could get the park verbiage back into her bones.


On the way to the park, we stopped at Clark's General Store in Tropic to buy paper pads and pens for Jen to take notes in the field. We found what we needed!


On the road up from Tropic, Jen "scared the crap out of" Gary by pointing out the "fixed" cracks in the asphalt of the outer lane of Highway 12. Yesterday, tour company co-owner Oskar said the way that road looks like now is the way it looked six months prior to the road eroding down the cliffside last time. Gary now much prefers to drive home instead of away! 

Once we passed the cliffhanger part of the highway, we looked for the pronghorn (caribou called antelope) Jen saw yesterday. We got lucky and saw at least five of the beautiful animals grazing on a meadow by the road. These animals evolved while there were cheetahs on the North American continent so they are now the fastest on the continent. At three days of age, they outrun humans. We also saw a HUGE bull with the biggest chest, neck, and horns but also beer belly in the rodeo pasture. We're thinking it is Ferdinand.

We started at Fairyland Point where a bunch of tourists (WHAAAAT?!) threw Jen off immediately. But then she started talking rock formation, dinos, and flowers, and things got sort of back on track. We walked down the Fairyland Loop to see Jen's favorite hoodoo, Alice in Wonderland, and her favorite Bristlecone Pine. Gary was brave on the badland paths that were showing clear signs of recent flood damage. In spite of shaking knees, he thought Fairyland was “super cool.”

While in the Fairyland parking lot, we called the Swedish Embassy in D.C. to check on Jen's passport. After 10 minutes on hold in both Swedish and English, we received the good news that the passport has shipped from Sweden to D.C. and on to Salt Lake City. We are now waiting for confirmation that going to Salt Lake (Jen's first time!) on Thursday for an 11 a.m. appointment is the way to go.

While on hold, we got to the national park gate. Unusual for May, there were lines to get in. Once inside the park, we saw plenty of prairie dogs in their natural habitat…on the side of the road. We tried to find parking at Sunset Point, but the lot was already full (WHAAAAT?!). We backtracked to the Lodge parking instead and found a perfect spot. 

After a restroom break, a view of the Centennial photo exhibit, and a glance at the merchandise in the gift store, we set out to the rim. 

As we closed in on the edge, Jen set the stage for Gary to imagine the successful proposal one of the tour guests made to another guest yesterday. She said yes! 

Gary thought the vastness of Bryce Amphitheater was impressive regardless of the perspective. Jen also showed Gary her (and Liz’) favorite ponderosa pine and talked about all the ways in which it protects itself from death by fire (no worries, Jen’s got this!). We stopped by Jen’s favorite Juniper (remembered the details!) which is flowering, and the sign showing Ebenezer Bryce and his wife Mary. Jen could not remember a single year or number involved with the namesake so back to the books she’ll go tomorrow.

Once we reached Sunset Point, Jen pointed out the repairs being done to the damage of the Wall Street ascent of the Navajo Loop. This feature will probably be closed for the entire season. Basically, Wall Street crashed!

We looked at the most photographed tree in the park, a limber pine, and the Silent City where folks should go for the sunset. Then, Gary smelled a ponderosa and it smelled like vanilla. This makes sense since both the two of us and the tree were chilly in the high-elevation spring air. Jen briefly mentioned the erosion-stopping manzanita groundcover, and then we began our trek down the Two Bridges trail (WHAAAAT?!).

Because Wall Street is closed, the tour company can no longer use it for its combo hiking route. In training, Jen was told to go down Two Bridges and go up the Queen’s Garden trail. This review hike would settle the score for Jen to decide if “backwards” is the way to go even though she spent all last summer telling tourists NOT to go that way because coming up Sunrise Point is demoralizing due to long and sometimes steep stretches of uphill paths instead of engineered switchbacks.

Going down Two Bridges, the ground was bumpy and slippery from yesterday’s hail melting. Violet-green cliff swallows dive bombed and swooped around the red-orange hoodoos from a bright blue sky. We saw Thor’s Hammer and King Henry (Jen could not remember the names of his beheaded queens).



Gary immediately felt that this should be the way up, not down because of the shade at the ends of the switchbacks.




Jen tried to find cool things to say during the descent, but even approaching the actual two bridges from above rather than from the bottom made them seem less noteworthy somehow. The good news is that the Oregon grape holly (neither grape nor holly but invasive) was blooming in yellow along the ledges. 

Eventually, we got to the intersection of the trails and Jen pointed out the places she used to have her guests rest, drink water, and eat granola bars last summer. The lower altitude and early afternoon sun caused Gary to walk shirtless. This did not last long though as the rain divide offered both shade and a somewhat cold breeze. 

Jen pointed out her favorite photo opportunities and her favorite tree that looks like a squid coming out of the creek bed to hug another tree. A tree hugging tree! Gary smelled a sun-warmed ponderosa pine and announced that it smelled like butterscotch. Score!

Queen Victoria’s hoodoo still looks like her statue and Jen even found Oskar and his brother Mabry’s Donkey Kong hoodoo. Unfortunately, we startled a French tourist who was hiding private business in the bushes while trying to find the digital ape. The victory here was that Jen remembered that the tree under which we took a water break is a Douglas Fir. Breaking PR!

The ascent from the Queen’s Garden was daunting. Every step was uphill. Gary counted 20 ledges (to be compared to Wall Street’s 17) and Jen tried to catch her breath. The good news is that Jen remembered the best places to place guests for photo opportunities regardless of which way she came at them.

By the time we reached the rim, there was no doubt that Jen will take her 2023 guests from Sunrise to Sunset this year as well. It is a bummer that Wall Street is out of the loop, but there are some great resting spots up Two Bridges and that’ll have to do.

During a restroom break by the Lodge, Gary overheard the directions to get to Valhalla Pizza which opened for the season only three days earlier. The pizzeria never opened last year, so Jen needed to check it out on behalf of her guests. The place was designed in Gilbert Stanley Underwood’s “Parkitecture” style with locally sourced timber and stones.



The customers were invited to place pins in a map to mark their hometowns. We pinned Stockholm and Pensacola. By the time the rustic pepperoni pizza got on our table, rain had begun to bounce off the driveways around the Lodge, marking a second day in a row for hail in the park. We took our time recovering from the hike and enjoying half the pizza with free water since the soda fountain was out-of-order. The hail had subsided and the rain had turned to mist on the cold breeze by the time we rushed to the car. The temperature dips remarkably low at the park after rain so Gary put on his cosmic kitty beanie when we got into the car.

With the sun back up again, Jen drive Gary to Bryce Point to show him the spot where her mom and her best friend since first grade, Kajsa, found themselves at a loss for words while taking in The Cathedral. Gary was not a fan of the road being right on the edge of the rim but things got better when we received directions from a traffic ranger. It was cold and drizzly, but the Walls of Windows and The Cathedral did not fail to impress. We skipped the actual point of Bryce Point to get re-warned up in the truck.

Next, Jen drove to Natural Bridge to show Gary the Natural Arch and the quaking aspen stand. Jen could do this part of the tour in her sleep any day of any year. Unfortunately, the other plants she usually mentions here, like the arrow leaf balsam root, Oregon grape holly, and manzanita are still under snow. The aspen leaves had not even emerged yet. Ugh. Still, when Gary saw The Blowfish, he immediately said that the hoodoo looked like an Olympic torch, so Jen made the “Blackened fish taco” joke about the hoodoo that had already been named once.

The road back to the central viewpoints seemed just as long as last year so Jen will study Butch Cassidy, dinosaurs, and Southern Paiute astronomy to fill the silence on the tour bus. On the way back to civilization, we stopped at Farview Point where Jen showed Gary the steps of the Grand Staircase. On a clear day (not today), it is possible to see the pink, white, gray, vermillion, and chocolate steps of the stairs from here. Bryce Canyon is the only place in the world from which one can see 1.8 billion years of geological history across 100 miles. There’s also a restroom at Farview Point. And a raven called Edgar.

Close to civilization, Jen showed Gary Inspiration Point. It was too cold for inspiration, but Jen pointed out the great granddad of all the region’s bristlecone pines and the steps where Liz likes to tell the Southern Paiute story about the hedonistic creatures who were turned into colorful stone by Sinawava, the trickster coyote god.

After the (re-)tour, Gary said he liked the long hike the best with the different sceneries that played with all the senses and shifts in the weather from shirt-off summer, to drizzly spring rain, to pelting winter hail. He said he also liked knowing the kind of wild Jen is working in.

On the way back to camp, we stopped in Panguitch, (home of the) big fish. Jen showed Gary Liz’ favorite antique store which is equally nice now but also brimming with handmade jewelry.

Jen is planning to quilt the nature experience, and across the street she spotted a quilting shop. Quilting is an important part of Panguitch’s history, see https://www.uen.org/utah_history_encyclopedia/p/PANGUITCH.shtml:
In March 1864 fifty-four pioneer families led by Jens Neilson arrived the area from Parowan and other settlements. They came over much the same route followed later by Highway 20. A fort was built on the present school square. Cabins were built around the perimeter, pens and corrals were included for cattle, horses, and sheep. Land was soon cleared and irrigation ditches and canals were surveyed and dug. However, crops planted the first year failed to mature; the settlers gathered and ate frozen wheat.


During the first winter, supplies ran out. Seven men were sent to Parowan for grain. They drove teams as far as the base of the mountain, then proceeded on foot. The snow was deep, and the men sank and could not walk. One man accidentally dropped his quilt on the ground and found that it supported him. All seven men formed a line, laying their quilts on the snow and then walking across the quilts. This procedure was repeated all the way across the mountain, and the trek became known as the quilt walk. Parowan pioneers came to meet the men, who were fed, sheltered, and given grain. The men and food were taken as close to Panguitch as possible, but the grain still had to be carried across the mountain to the waiting teams. A happy welcome greeted the successful adventurers.”

The quilt store was loaded to the brim with fabric and notions. When Jen asked about nature-inspired colors, the young female shop keep pointed out great fabrics on heavy bolts. “Grunge” is a series that resonates with the craggy cliffs and evergreen trees out here.



Gary also found fat quarters that rivaled the bolted fabrics. In a back room, we also found dinosaur-patterned fabrics. So much fun!



Friday, May 19, 2023

May 17, Bryce Valley Ranch

 


Before I introduce you all to my new summer home, I just need to tell Liz that last summer at the "Resort" was perfect. There is no comparing an employee RV park that had its hayday in the 70's with a brand new, well-funded RV park for tourists, so let's not. The only thing I'd change about last summer would be to have spent more time with you.







































































































































July 14 - Some Days

  Some days are better than others.  Woke up in a beautiful hotel room in Page, Arizona.  Gary hunted down decent coffee for breakfast, then...