We have been on the road now for four days. The things we have seen can only be described as awesome. This land we live in is incredibly huge, beautiful and so much bigger than any of us can imagine. The only way to truly see it is on the land God has given us, one tire rotation at a time.
Day 1 — Stopped at In & Out with at least half of SoCal. The ladies room was totally terminal; by that I mean that the line went out the double doors. Terry, being the gentleman he is, offered the men’s room. Me, being in dire need of a potty, accepted. When I was done, the two ladies behind me, one in a wheel chair, accepted also. We also saw the first of the Rolling Turd family; those rental RV’s a la Robin Williams.
Day 1 —Paris, ah Paris. Not in France, but in Vegas. All of the casinos on the strip are like wandering through different worlds. Paris has the flavor of France, but it just isn’t quite. I do love the archetechture, the Neo-Gothic, Art Nuveau of the turn of the 19th century Paris. The draw back to it, well to all the casinos, is the smoke and the noise. The incredible walls of people ebbing and flowing up and down the strip. ‘Course, it is Memorial weekend too. Hmmmm, could be a factor.
Day 2 — On our way to Best Friends Animal Sanctuary just outside of Kanab, Utah. OMG!! Zion!! This is only one of the massive federal parks out in the west. This is so difficult to describe, no words can truly explain the feeling of being so very, very small an item in this incredibly huge space. Thanks to the lady at the deli counter in ST. George’s Albertson’s telling us to go through the park. At the end of this I will attempt to write the poem that flowed from my pen and my spirit as we traveled through these catherdrals of stone.
Best Friends — What another of those beautiful places around every corner! A place for Paws indeed. Actually for all animals who need sanctuary from man’s harshness.
Angel’s Rest — Oh! My sweet Lord, what a beautiful place for our four-legged furry friends to sleep in! I asked them all at the Rest for forgiveness for not taking the best of care of some of my furry friends who have passed over the Rainbow Bridge. Forgiveness and absolution.
It is a beautiful, peaceful, love and tears filled place. Wind chimes gently tinkle in the breezes or when touched by a hand softly brushed over them.
But OH! The heart wrench when a colloris looped over a name plate next to a stone. The tears flowed there. But not all sad tears. There is joy there. Most of all incredible love abounds, wrapping around the wounds and spaces in hearts and filling them with furry paws, fluffly feathers and some really cute piggy feet.
Day 3 — The west is big—not just in space but in feeling, in vistas, in the open sky. I understand now Mom why you had to come back. All your teaching and talking about California and the west; I see now. Not only the terrain, the incredible natural phenomonen; it the space it gives to the spirit that the mind follows. No limits. An opening of being. A peace to truly know the Creator of the Universe.
The meadows off the side of the road remind me of Tuscany. Complete with the doe standing at the edge having a morning snack.
North Rim of the Grand Canyon. Another of those huge expanses of space between the huge canyon walls, it puts you into persective of how small and truly little each human being is in the universe. Small but loved greatly by the Creator.
Monumnet Valley – Where is the Duke?? He should be here, guiding us through on his sorrel. Here there is flowing rock hills in shades of red and grey.
Mexican Hat – Nestled next to the San Juan river on its way to the Colorado. Mom stayed here on some of her trips back and forth from California to Ohio.
Rocky Mountains – Huge, snow still under the trees in almost June, expanses of rock, sand, trees and more rocks. Straight up they go, right to beyond the clouds. And of course the river. Passed the Continental Divide in the Eisenhower Tunnel.
Today we are resting in Nebraska. A beautiful little Inn next to I-80, a surprise find of refinement (a valet cart), restfulness, free breakfast (!) and coffee in the room.
Tomorrow is Iowa and Macksburg. Then on to Chicago??? Then Flint.
Sorry, poem is not quite finished yet. Will post next time if it is done.