Sunday, June 29, 2014

Las Vegas Trip - Day 3 - Carnegie Awards

I'm pooped.  If you have ever been to a large convention you know how you get worn out.  Part of it is carrying books that they give you. So far the free book count is up to about 35 books.  I'll need to build on to the house for a library.

I am not going to the sessions...I have a pass to the exhibit hall but not the sessions, although I could get in to most of them since nobody checks. I don't need to know about most of what is being covered in the sessions. My time in the exhibit hall has been productive. I learned how to make cheese in an hour out of whole milk and vinegar....there's a book for that.  I learned how to manage stress...there's a book for that.  I threw in the towel around 2:30 this afternoon and walked back to the hotel in 100+ heat carrying two tote bags full of more books.

I'll rest up for tonight (Award ceremony for books) and maybe play a few slots until Jill gets back from her sessions.  She is dutifully going to the sessions but she did get to meet Stan Lee and got an autographed book.

We took a shuttle down the strip toward Bellagio and got something to eat at the Paris casino. This is really the high rent district compared to the Riviera, although the Riviera has some authentic "Rat Pack" era charm. It could use a little renovation here and there.


Bellagio


We walked through Bellagio to Caesar's Palace where the Andrew Carnegie Medals for Excellence in Fiction and Nonfiction were to be awarded. The Caesar's Palace is like a maze and it took us a while to find the ballroom where the awards event was to be held.




Doris Kearns Goodwin won for nonfiction for her book "Bully Pulpit" about Teddy Roosevelt and William Taft.  She made a very nice acceptance speech. The fiction medal went to Donna Tartt for "The Goldfinch".  All six books nominated looked very interesting. We stayed for the reception and then caught a shuttle back from Caesar's Palace to the Riviera.  for the awards and then ride the shuttle back to the hotel.

Saturday, June 28, 2014

Las Vegas Trip - Day 2

Day 2 was relatively uneventful....driving from Flagstaff to Las Vegas.  Northern Arizona is sort of pretty.  Bur...The stretch from Kingman AZ to Las Vegas is not much to look at.

We are staying at the Riviera on the strip close to the convention center. If I remember right that's where the murders take place on CSI....so far, nothing has happened.   We haven't wandered out much except to go the the convention hall which is across a large parking lot. It was a hot walk in 102 degree heat.  We went through the exhibit hall and brought back a couple dozen free books from publishers.  Jill gets to see Stan Lee tomorrow and get an autographed copy of his newest Marvel comic.




Jill did go to a librarian event at the Ceasar's Palace in the evening while I played the slots (with mixed results...won and lost).   That was about it.




Thursday, June 26, 2014

Las Vegas trip - day 1 1/2

Jill arrived by train on June 20th as the first leg of her trip to the ALA Convention in Las Vegas. I'm driving the two of us the rest of the way as a short vacation and time in Las Vegas. I've never been there so it will be new to me.

We left my house around 7 PM on Wednesday, June 25th and got as far as Gallup. The sun was in our eyes much of the whole way and it was tough driving.   We were delayed getting away because I needed to go to the funeral visitation for my friend, Rod, who lived next door.  Except for the sun the trip to Gallup was uneventful.  It looks like there might be a few things to do there so I might go back sometime.



We headed out from Gallup fairly early. Our hotel had a light breakfast so we ate there and got on the road. We gained an hour as soon as we crossed over into Arizona, which has it's own time zone....ignoring daylight savings time. Today was the USA vs Germany World Cup soccer game...the last of the group stage games and we were hoping for a win or a draw to move forward to the next group of 16.  Jill as able to follow the game with periodic updates on her phone. Our guys lost but still moved forward because the other teams did poorly.

Anyway, our first stop was Petrified Forest NP, which includes the Painted Desert. We followed the 29 mile drive through the park and made a bunch of stops and a few short hikes.

The route went through the Painted Desert first. We stopped and gawked at the various colors in the rocks and hiked along the rim of the mesa top. The park wasn't very busy -- it was still early.











We stopped at the Painted Desert Lodge, an old tourist stop that dates back to the 1920s. The building predates the park and the CCC workers renovated and redesigned the building into it's Pueblo Revival style. I like how these buildings are designed and saw some features I'd like to have on my house.

 The building is a national historic landmark and it was operated as a concession by Fred Harvey and Harvey Girls at one time.  The park has an artist in residence and there was an exhibit of photographs finished in postcard style. We talked to the ranger and had a nice visit.


The Petrified Forest included an Indian ruin at Rio Puerco. The ruin had a few structures excavated but most of it was left undisturbed,  There once was a 100 room structure there build around a central plaza.  It was inhabited  from around 1215 and abandoned by 1380. At it's height about 200 people lived here.

The site is famous for some of its petroglyphs including one that serves as a calendar marker for the summer solstice.  There are a lot of different designs.

We had a close encounter with a very colorful green lizard while walking through the ruin. He got a lot of attention and didn't seem to mind.  We took pictures of him and then some German tourists took some picture. He might be famous.
 


The trees of the Petrified Forest were growing about 250 million years ago and were apparently flooded and mineralized. They are fossils of huge trees from a tropical forest that fell and were washed down a stream onto a large floodplain where they were later flooded. The mineralization took a long time.
















Our last stop was the Meteor Crater west of Winslow. I was there when I was about 13 and it was just a rustic tourist stop without much development.  Now it is very developed with a visitor center and viewing platforms...and a hefty admission fee.




We got to our motel in Flagstaff around 4 PM and relaxed a while before heading to Cracker Barrel for supper.  We listened to a Cardinals/Dodgers game for a while before bed..

Friday, May 23, 2014

Bay Area- May 2014


In 2014 I took a little trip...  Yep - but not to New Orleans down the "mighty Mississip". I spent a week in the San Francisco Bay area. I didn't have daily Internet service so this is just a long summary --- after the fact.

I attended a wedding in Livermore in what I guess is called the East Bay. After the wedding weekend I headed over to Sausalito  and spent a couple days with my cousin. My last stop was in San Jose visiting one of my oldest friends...going back to 2nd grade. This was a week-long counter clockwise circuit of the bay.

I flew Southwest Airlines both ways and stopped in San Diego each way. I guess I haven't flown since my trip to Peru so I was a little put off by the changes. This was like flying in an Otis elevator compartment crammed with people. For reasons never explained I had to change planes in San Diego when it was supposed to be a continuation flight. There was a musical group on board and they must have had priority seating because they put their instrument cases in the overhead storage and everyone else was left to figure out how to stow their stuff around saxophone and trombone cases. It doesn't work very well.

Of course I got to stand in three lines and jump through hoops in three different cities just for the privilege of flying. They provided me with peanuts, pretzels and a coke...I hate peanuts. I got to sit with my feet crammed around a carry-on. No one was fit company by the time we were airborne. The baby in front of me pooped in her diaper and I was hoping the oxygen mask would drop. The other passengers plugged in to their mobile devices and avoided eye contact. And...get this...the company charged me a hefty fee for this experience. Airline travel is no longer a rational way to move around the country.  Unfortunately, train travel wasn't an option on this trip.

I arrived on Friday, May 9th, at the San Francisco airport at about 2 PM. I figured that would be early enough and I'd make a fairly easy drive in my rental car over to Livermore. There was a rehearsal dinner that evening so I figured I'd make it in time to relax a little beforehand....it was only supposed to be a 40 minute drive. Since you can't just hop off a plane and drive away in your rental car it took longer than I expected to get away from the airport. You have to ride the little train over to the rental car offices after you find your luggage.  It was about 3 PM when I started out and the drive took almost three hours. Traffic was insane and there really wasn't any good reason for the delay other than too many cars.  No wrecks or construction and only one long bridge over the bay.  I arrived at the hotel as folks were leaving for the rehearsal so I made it barely in time.

The rehearsal dinner was an informal gathering at an indoor bocce court with a bar and bar food. We had lots of finger food and some great pizzas and the guests had a chance to meet each other. We played a few games of bocce but the court was a little odd. It was covered with a carpeting that was almost a suede-like material. That's better than AstroTurf but still a little strange. We all had a good time.

Saturday was the wedding day. This is Gene's and Karon's wedding...some of my readers know Gene. Karon seems very nice and they are a good match. There were a few errands and some last minute details. I went along for the ride. We were driven to the winery (Crooked Vine) in a limousine. I think that might have been my first ride in a limousine not associated with a funeral. Anyway -- the wedding at the winery was a nice outdoor affair that was very well attended. The reception was what I would consider tapas...lots of little grazing dishes served as a buffet. Maybe that's a California thing -- whatever it was it worked out well for the group.

There was a DJ who played music during the sit-down buffet and then played again during the dancing that followed. The dance was in the barrel room where wine barrels are stored and events are held. We all had enough wine that there was a lot of dancing...even by me. I got the DJ to do the Duck Dance...you had to be there to appreciate that. We all got home in one piece thanks to the limo driver.

George R
Sunday the fun continued with a winery tour for out of town guests. We only made it to three wineries but that was enough. We liked the George R winery the best and George was our host and was very gracious and informative.  I managed to make it all the way home with an excellent bottle of George's port for sipping when I read in the evening.

On Monday morning I said goodbye to some new friends that I made during the wedding and got on the road to Sausalito.  It was an easy drive on I-580 around the eastern and northern shore of the bay -- through Oakland and Berkley and past San Quentin. There was a $5 toll on the San Rafael bridge but traffic wasn't really too bad. I managed to get confused in Sausalito and kept missing my turn. My cousin (Jim) walked out to the road to finally direct me in...I was making it harder than it was. Jim lives on a houseboat so I was looking for the entrance to the dock area...I found it on the third pass.   I've been there before and thought it was more complicated.

Russian River Brewing
That afternoon Jim and his wife, Paro, took me up to Santa Rosa to visit Russian River Brewing. This is a famous California brewery -- famous for Pliny the Younger and Pliny the Elder, two signature beers. "Younger" is only available about two weeks a year and folks wait in line for 6 1/2 hours (or more) for a 10 ounce glass. We had "Elder" and then a flight (sample) of about ten Belgian beers.  About half of the sample beers were 'sour beer' which is a Belgian thing and maybe a California thing. It is an acquired taste and I haven't yet acquired it.  It was all good and probably good examples of the Belgian styles.  We had a lot of beer discussions during my stay. We have different opinions on some beer issues. Coming back to Sausalito we stopped at Moylands brewery in San Rafael and continued our friendly debate.   We headed back and had supper at a Mexican restaurant in Mill Valley.  Paro had to leave that night for a tour she is leading so we dropped her off at a hotel in San Francisco. Paro is a tour guide for German tourists and takes them around the Southwest.

Houseboats in Sausalito


BEER TALK
Jim is a local expert on Bay Area beer...not a beer snob but very focused on the Bay Area beer scene. Jim knows a lot about beer in general as a patron or consumer. He gives lectures on craft brewing at a local pup. (yeah, must be a California thing) I'm a patron as well but I look at things as a brewer. Since I've moved to the Southwest from the Midwest I'm very conscious of regional styles and tastes in beer. It's my opinion that craft beer drinkers are too enamored with hops and it seems that they think that more is better....way beyond the standard for the beer style. I think that, too often, heavy hopping is a crutch for bad beer. When I talk to brew-masters they tend to agree but they have to make what sells. So - that was the general debate between Jim and I until we got into the Belgian sour beer. I've had sour beer before but I've never liked it. If I made a beer that tasted like some of the sour beer we had at Russian River I would think that something went horribly wrong in my brewing process. The Belgians strive for that taste, which is achieved by allowing wild yeast or bacteria to intrude (infect?) the beer while brewing. This is yet more proof that there are regional preferences and tastes in beer.  Apparently, in the Bay Area, there are sufficient numbers of brewery patrons who have acquired a taste for sour beer because it is generally available at local breweries.  (To be continued...on Feral Chats)







Sausalito and San Francisco
On Tuesday, Jim and I stopped off at a local bakery and visited with some of his friends. One woman mentioned that she spent time in Jemez Springs, an interesting little  town about 35 miles from where I live. After the bakery we went up to the top of Mount Tamalpais.  Mount Tamalpais (Mt. Tam) is a very prominent feature of the geology and landscape of Marin County just north of the Golden Gate Bridge. We drove most of the way to the top and walked up a short trail to an observation area at the top. I was psychologically influenced by the notion that I was climbing a mountain and was struggling a little as we reached the top...then I realized that the top is only at about 2,600 feet elevation. I live at around 5,800 feet elevation and there was no real reason for me to be struggling.  The view from the top is impressive. You can see almost the whole bay and San Francisco looks quite small in the distance. We spent about a half hour at the top...Jim was pointing out different landmarks. We saw a lizard sunning on a rock doing what looked like push-ups. At first we thought that was an aggressive behavior but before long we noticed a lady lizard  not too far away. The first (guy) lizard was showing off. He got next to the lady lizard and proceeded to do push-ups. She wasn't too impressed...if you've seen one push-up you have seen them all. She wandered away with him following and doing more push-ups at every opportunity.
Godzilla


That afternoon we went and picked up Tomas, Jim's friend, at the bus station who was coming to the dock to stay with friends for a while. Tomas joined in the beer debate a little and we enjoyed a couple beers back at Jim's houseboat. That evening we went to a weekly meeting at the "Man Cave", a workshop/studio, and shared some new and different beers with some other friends from the dock. It was a fun and enjoyable evening. Everyone brought a different beer to share.

The dock is a close community with friendly relationships and people living in close proximity. With one way in or out, everyone knows who is coming or going or what the neighbors are doing. There is some window talk at times and friendly waves from doorways. The dock is something of a tourist site and tourists will stroll along the dock and even come inside the houseboats...uninvited.  Jim says that Italian tourists are the most brazen...I wonder why.

On Wednesday morning I said goodbye and left Sausalito behind and headed south to San Jose to spend time with my long-time friend, Bill. The trip south was uneventful...the Golden Gate Bridge (southbound) now has automatic tolls and for folks driving a rental it is expensive because the rental company adds a "convenience" charge that is higher than the toll. To get around that, I pre-paid on-line and that seemed to work OK. The drive through San Francisco was nice...that is still one of my favorite places. The way south to San Jose was mostly freeway driving through silicon valley communities. I found Bill's house without any trouble.

Picture I would have taken
if I had my camera
Our afternoon activity was a drive over the coastal ranges and along Highway 1 to Santa Cruz.  We stopped at Alice's Restaurant, a roadside biker spot, and had a couple beers and burgers. At one spot along the coast we saw a mother Gray Whale and her calf swimming along the rocky shore. They were only about 100 feet out in the waves and I got a good sense of how big they are. The calf was the size of a small school bus.  Of course, I forgot my camera but got a picture on my cell phone, which I will share if I ever figure out how. We walked out on the pier in Santa Cruz. It was really hot...up around 95 degrees.

Bill suggested we go to a sushi restaurant for supper. I don't eat sushi but Bill had his heart set on it so we went. We sat at a bar and I ordered a teriyaki beef dinner while Bill ate sushi out of the little boats that went by in a little trough.  I have always avoided sushi but I tried some and actually liked it. We were using chopsticks so that was a challenge (I used to be better at chopsticks -- what happened?)  We ate our fill and headed back to Bill's. His wife, Donna was home from work. Bill is mostly retired but Donna works for the school system. I met their parakeet, Charley, who is very talented but a little under the weather. They have to give him meds from an eye dropper and Charley doesn't like it but he doesn't hold a grudge. We talked and visited until about midnight. I haven't seen Bill in about 20 years or more so we had a lot of time to cover.



Anchovies
Thursday morning Bill and I struck out for Monterrey to visit the aquarium. He bought a membership there and I can see why...it is really a nice  aquarium, mostly focusing on the Monterrey Bay area. I enjoyed looking at the Jelly Fish.  Feeding time at the open ocean tank is fascinating. They have to keep the sharks and big fish fed so they don't eat the little fish. The turtles and rays have to be fed separately because they are slow. Then the tunas and dorados and other speedy fish get fed so the action really picks up. Finally the anchovies get fed and that turns into a fish tornado with thousands of anchovies swimming as one huge mass.  Everybody takes their appointed turn.


I have a short video on Youtube... click on the link to go there
http://youtu.be/a0mSTz3KrSY



Otter
The aquarium was not busy with visitors so we stayed about 2 1/2 hours. We got our lunch at a local pub and then drove along the coast highway stopping off at a few spots to look at the tidal pools. At one spot we watched an otter eating his lunch.  There was a lot of people enjoying the day but it wasn't crowded at all.



After we left Monterrey we headed back toward San Jose. We made a side trip to see Mission San Juan Bautista. The mission was built around 1793 and is still used but is a state park site. The mission served the local Indian population and several hundred Indians are buried in the old cemetery.

Me with my camera

I was set up to stay at a motel near the airport  that night so Bill and Donna made a nice dinner and we sat on the patio and enjoyed the end of my visit. I get antsy about airports and timetables and it was a 50 mile drive to the airport. I made it to my hotel OK and started to chill out for my trip home.   I got a message from Watson's vet where he was staying. He seems to be in remission from his diabetes and they stopped giving him shots...that's the good news. They think maybe he can manage on a weight loss diet...that's the bad news.  Sorry buddy.


On Friday I got to the airport and turned in my car...surprise, surprise...it cost more than what I expected...as usual. But it was a good car...a 2014 Impreza. We took off about a half hour late and then things started to bog down even more. The San Diego airport is nothing to write home about...crowded and also crowded. It is close to the city center so you fly in and get a nice view of the downtown and the ocean front. We also got to see about eight forest fires burning just north of San Diego. The wind was blowing from the ocean so the smoke was drifting inland and over the local mountains. We were about an hour late leaving San Diego -- I think Southwest Air ran out of planes and we had to wait for one to free up. I finally got into Albuquerque -- still late -- and it was a bumpy ride coming in due to storms in the area. It seems like turbulence is pretty normal due to winds and the mountains.

Forest Fires north of San Diegoption















Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Jemez Mountains

Trip into the Jemez Mountains
...cross posted from I Spy With My Little Eye.

The Jemez Mountains are located about 40 miles northwest of Albuquerque so that makes it pretty convenient. It's not much of a trip...I can plainly see them from my house and there is a small amount of snow up in the higher elevations.  They are the remnant of very active volcanic activity about a million years ago although the most recent eruption was about 60,000 years ago. There is still a hot magma pool under the mountains which is responsible for the hot springs. The caldera is clearly visible when you look at the topography of the area. It is almost 15 miles across and was formed when the super volcano collapsed into the magma chamber.




The Las Conchas fire of a couple years ago burned a huge part of the mountains.





Thursday, December 5, 2013

El Morro -- We Passed This Way

Go west of Albuquerque about an hour on the interstate and then another 45 minutes or more south and west on two-lane blacktop and you are in what appears to be a deserted part of the state. Not exactly mountains and not exactly desert and not exactly forest...it's a grassy mix of scrubby junipers, Pinon pines and rocky bluffs.  This is Indian country...the Acoma and Zuni pueblos and Ramah Navajos live here. It is pretty country because it is so empty. There are lots of Elk crossing signs on the road so there must be Elk in the area. You drive through the western reaches of the Malpais...a large area of old lava that flowed across the land eons ago. The lava is so sharp it will cut up your shoes if you aren't careful.


The Ramah band of the Navajos are a separate group or "chapter", not totally connected or located with the main Navajo Nation. They have been living in this isolated state more or less since the middle 1500s when they came to the aid of the Zuni pueblo people who were struggling against Coronado and the Spanish. The name 'Ramah' comes from the Mormon settlement established under orders of Brigham Young in the 1870s.

All very interesting but I digress.

I'm supposed to be focusing on El Morro...a large rock outcrop that served as a landmark to travelers for centuries. The remoteness and dryness of the country made El Morro important because it was an oasis of sorts thanks to a perennial pool of water at the base of the cliffs. Prehistoric nameless Indians stopped at the pool of water and left petroglyphs on the face of the cliffs. These were pecked into the solid rock and depict various symbols and pictures of animals. There are human hand prints engraved on the rocks showing that people passed this way for centuries.
 
 
 
At the very top of the cliff there are two pueblo ruins...one partially excavated. Park Archaeologists think that there were as many as 1,500 people living at El Morro and farming the land many centuries ago. The country side was mostly a grass land at that time and it supported crops for the Indian population.

In the early 1500s the Spanish first pushed their way into this remote area. Coronado was looking for the cities of gold. They didn't find any but they did find a native population that they viewed as a source of labor and who were in need of salvation through conversion to Christianity. The Indians were less enthusiastic than the Spaniards and resisted cooperation and conversion. there were several groups sent north to convert the local Zunis but they wouldn't cooperate.
 
That didn't deter the Spanish -- they kept coming north from Mexico with priests and plans for missions and settlements. El Morro was important for the early exploration and conversion efforts because of the water and the fact that it was a landmark on the trail between the various Indian pueblos. The reliable water source made this a popular stop on the trail into the remote interior of New Mexico. Apparently the spot was sort of a resting place and the travelers stayed long enough to record their passing by engraving their names and various messages on the face of the cliff.
 
At least two Spanish governors of New Mexico passed this way and had their names and messages carved on the rock. This seemed to be a PR job of sorts with glowing accounts of their deeds and often that they were paying for the trip out of their own pocket. One had his deeds recorded and that he was a Christian gentleman...but someone came shortly afterward and scratched out the word "gentleman".
 
 
 
 
 
Some of the inscriptions are in poetry. Given that literacy was somewhat rare in the 1600s it is interesting that some inscriptions were from common soldiers. There are over 2,000 inscriptions on the face of the cliff -- some in Spanish and many in English.
 
As the American pioneers arrived in the area after 1850 they also camped at El Morro and recorded their passing. Most were on their way west toward California and many didn't make it. Indian raids were frequent as they moved into Arizona and a few names  have been traced to people who were later casualties or survivors of Indian attacks.  Miss Bailey was one traveler who was wounded but survived to eventually complete her trip to California.
 
 
The US Army sent expeditions into the area for exploration and peace-keeping purposes. One group was a cavalry troop travelling with camels as an experiment to see if they would be more reliable than horses in the dry climate. These military groups also stopped at El Morro and recorded their passing. The camels came and went without a trace, apparently. One group included an artist who recorded all of the inscriptions that he found on the face of the cliff...quite a task.
 
 
 
El Morro became a National Monument in 1906 and there was a change in attitude. Apparently, you can't carve your name on a national treasure. Some folks did from time to time but the Park Service has removed the offensive graffiti from the rock.  They do have a couple of large boulders out in front of the visitor center where you are allowed to scratch your initials in stone.