Friday, December 23, 2005

Wrapping up 2005

As 2005 draws to a close, it is time to look back at a busy year.




At the Taj Mahal
January's highlight was a fast visit to India for the wedding of our friends Rupa and Taimur. This was Veronica's first time in India, so we made the most of her five days in Delhi. The first few days revolved around wedding events, with some sightseeing and shopping squeezed in between the Athreya family's extraordinary food and hospitality. On Vero's last day we went to Agra, where we saw a grey and rainy, yet still spectacular, Taj Mahal. Veronica then had to jet back to the lab, while Martin went south of Madras for a few more days to visit Dave and Natasha Storey and their daughters. Dave was running tsunami recovery efforts for the Auroville community where he has settled with his family, so Martin joined in on the cleanup for a day, an experience you can read about here.

It was February by the time we were back, and the rest of the month was consumed with our normal cycle of going to the lab, teaching, and dictionary editing. We had bought some used snowboards at tag sales and tried to teach ourselves when a big snowstorm covered a hill at the local golf course. In March we packed the snowboards and our skis into travel bags and trundled off to Colorado for a week. From our base at a cheap motel in Silverthorne, our passes gave us six days on the slopes among five mountains, and we managed to hit Arapahoe, Keystone, Breckenridge, and Vail. When the conditions were good we'd ski the hard stuff, and when we could barely see we would get out the snowboards and hit the bunny slopes. And hit, and hit, and hit - Martin ended up with a broken rib, but we were finally able to make it down an intermediate trail with only the occasional bang-up. We also got to see niece Iliana, who was spending a semester at the High Mountain Institute in Leadville, we met up with friends Janka, Dave, and Rochelle from ultimate frisbee in New Haven, and one day we spent driving through the mountains looking for hot springs.

Martin went to Madison, Wisconsin, for a conference in April, and had a great visit with grad school friend Jen Arzt and her beau Mike, and Donna Perry drove up from Chicago to join the party, while Veronica stayed in New Haven and hosted the year's first raucous barbeque on our balcony. May was mostly work, with some chances to get outside and enjoy the long days.

June - June was busy. For starters, Veronica had laser surgery on her eyes, so now she can see perfectly.





Vero after eye surgery
Laurence picking tea in TZ
Vero and her mom Andreea
atop East Rock, New Haven
A couple of days after the surgery Martin went off to Tanzania, and a couple of days after that Veronica's mother arrived from Romania. Martin spent the month in rural Malangali filming video for the online Swahili learning center he is developing, working on a big grant proposal, and trying to get our house in shape for the day Veronica can finally get there (2006?). He was able to spend a lot of time with his friends and sometime research assistants Martha Chaula and Laurence Luboka and their families. Connecticut friend John Ho showed up for a couple of weeks, providing the excuse for a trip to a tea estate in the highlands and a one-day safari in Ruaha National Park for some serious game spotting. While John went off to Zanzibar, Martin gave a couple of papers in Swahili at a conference at the University of Dar es Salaam, before the two met at the airport with minutes to spare before the trip home. Meanwhile, Veronica and her mother had a great month together in New Haven, with a short escapade to Boston visiting Kate and Chris White. They danced their tails off at a salsa club, the most fun Vero's mom had had since our wedding in Romania. Vero and her mother also picked oodles of strawberries at a Connecticut farm, and spent many evenings watching the sun set at our local beaches.

We went to visit the family in Vermont in mid-July, and when we got back Veronica's mother mentioned that she was having trouble seeing out of one eye. After an evening at the emergency room it was confirmed that she had suffered a detached retina. The best option was to put her on the next flight home to Romania, where she had surgery two days later, sooner than would have been possible in Connecticut. She has now had three operations, and we are hopeful that a final upcoming surgery will leave her with her vision restored, but the remainder of July was a particularly anxious time.

In August we combined a wedding in Colorado with a visit to Martin's grandmother Rose in San Diego, and rented a car to connect the dots. Go to the bottom of this blog and scroll up for a photo tour of the trip.




Rose Sparer at our wedding
September 25, 2004
Grandma Rose came home from the hospital a few days after we left, but, though she remained mentally sharp as ever, her physical health continued to decline. One night in November she told Martin on the phone, "I'm really starting to deteriorate," and the next evening she died of a heart attack in her home. The family will join her ashes with those of Grandpa Max and Martin's mother in Lake George, New York, sometime this spring.

September was mostly a working month, with a party at our apartment for Veronica's birthday and a nice dinner out to celebrate the first anniversary of our US wedding. Veronica finally got the elusive result that she's been pursuing in her experiment, so she now only needs to reproduce the result under modified conditions and she'll have the material she needs to write up her dissertation.




Supreme Veronica
In October we drove to Washington, D.C., to see the capitol and visit with grad school friend Grace Chern. We walked the Mall, saw monuments and museums, had an evening with our friends Jonathan Young and Nellie Wild, and, courtesy of Senator Dodd's office, had a private tour of the Capitol building and a chance to watch the Senate inaction. The next weekend Martin ran a marathon to raise money for his Swahili project, which is currently slated to go bankrupt at the end of January. October was one of the wettest months on record in New Haven, so the marathon ended up being a solo venture in the gym, with no cheering throngs at the finish line. Still, it was a nice cap to months of training. Other than that, October was pretty tame.

November saw publication of a feature article about the Swahili project in the Hartford Courant, which filtered through various internet fora, especially the geek site Slashdot, and led to some interesting contacts for Martin's project. We also spent a lot of time beginning Veronica's job search, since we expect her to be done at Yale fairly soon. We went snowboarding at Killington during the first weekend of the season - a truly bad idea, because you have all the diehard ski bums packed onto way too few, too easy trails with cruddy snow, but it was fun to at least get back on the mountain. We were with Martin's brother David in Brooklyn for Thanksgiving and had a relaxing couple of days with the New York branch of the family.

The highlight for December, so far, was Veronica's surprise visit home to Romania. We realized she needed to go home to renew her passport asap, and we found a really good fare for the middle of the month. We didn't tell her parents that she was coming. Instead, we told them to be at the airport because she was sending their Christmas presents in a suitcase with a friend with whom they would not have another chance to meet up. The ruse was complicated when Veronica's connecting flight in Amsterdam was cancelled, and she had to invent ever more devious explanations for them to explain why they absolutely needed to be at the airport for her eventual arrival at 1 a.m., and why they couldn't call us at home (the snowstorm had knocked out our incoming telephone service, you see). They were completely shocked when she finally walked out of customs. Vero only had a week at home, and was back in the lab Monday morning.

Now it is Friday, just before Christmas. We are still waiting for her suitcase to arrive, we're about to start cooking for the holiday, and tomorrow we'll head up to Vermont to be with the family for the holidays.

We hope your year has been busy and fun, and that next year is wonderful!

--Veronica and Martin

Saturday, August 27, 2005

Read this blog from the bottom up.

This photo blog tells the story of our trip to California, Nevada, Arizona, Utah, and Colorado during 10 days in August, 2005. We flew to San Diego, rented a car, drove to Boulder, and flew home from Denver. We had a great time - but we'll let the pictures tell the story.

The blog appears on screen in reverse chronological order. Read from the bottom up to experience the trip as we did.

Enjoy!

Friday, August 26, 2005

and back again

The next morning we were up at 4, to the airport a little after 5, and on our airplane to Chicago by 7. Once again we were booked on separate flights, but Vero was put on my flights from standby both times. We sat together on the way to Chicago, but couldn't swing neighboring seats for the last leg. Vero slept, I played cards with the family I was seated next to, and we arrived in Hartford together.

When we got home we ran into our landlady in the driveway. Helen very nicely offered us to use their tickets to see the Pilot Pen tennis tournament that evening, so we walked to the tennis center and watched a couple of matches from box seats on center court.

We walked home in the night, an autumn chill creeping into the air.

And the next morning, we headed back to the office.
For our first anniversary dinner we bought some trout and other goodies at the local Whole Foods market. Since it was a Sunday we couldn't buy a bottle of champagne to celebrate, but we still had a beer in our cooler from the six-pack we'd bought on our way out of Nevada, so we had something to toast with. Last year, the big wedding in Bucharest. This year, we found a spot along Boulder Creek and cooked up a feast. Next year?

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This would be a perfect ski slope except that it is a double-diamond's hill of rocks.

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On a clear day you can see Kansas.

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At the top of the trail we had a great view of Flatiron 2. We watched some hawks circling close by, but we forgot to get out the camera to click their portraits.

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This tree was growing at a rather incredible angle, roots still dug into the rock.

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The next morning we reconvened at the Boulderado for a great brunch. Sarah's mom bought out the entire local supply of the Sunday New York Times, which had the wedding announcement in the Style section. From the brunch we headed to a park just outside of town for a little hike up the trail between Flatiron 1 and 2.

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We sprinted back to the hotel and changed for the after party. Unfortunately, there were so many returning students in Boulder that we couldn't find a nice place to hang, so a bunch of us youngsters hung out at a pizza place for a while before heading off to our respective lodgings.

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The last dance was at 11.

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Ben and Alex - when good kisses go bad.

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"A magician with your dress," Vero was told the next morning. How did she make her long gown short?

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I love this picture.

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Dancing with the Bickmans.

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The Yale doctoral candidates - Alexa, Ben, Sarah, and Vero.

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Jed's top hat made the rounds. The height of fashion in 1862.

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Watching the older couples dance.

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Father-daughter dance.

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The first dance.

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After drinks and hors' dourves we found our way to a table with the other youngsters. Iva, the brunette next to Vero, is a Bulgarian physics grad student at Harvard, so she and Vero had a natural affinity. Table talk tended to politics.

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Dan and Sarah had spent much of the day having their pictures taken.

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The reception started right away, though we didn't see Sarah or Dan for a half an hour.

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A kiss was exchanged, and Sarah and Dan were wed.

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Vows were exchanged. Rings were exchanged. Sarah's brother Jed officiated.

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Her mother, Louise, unveiled her.

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Sarah came down the steps escorted by her father, Marty Bickman.

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Most wedding events were on the mezzanine of the old Boulderado Hotel. The actual marriage took place on the grand staircase below the mezzanine, with the guests looking on from above. Here Dan is catching his first glimpse of Sarah in her wedding dress.

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Here Vero is waiting for the wedding to start.

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This picture was taken at 3. At 4:30 we were back in Boulder, ironing our clothes and getting ready. We made it to the wedding at ten to 6.

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We took the shuttle bus up to Bear Lake. There were thousands of other tourists there, completely unlike our solitary hike in the woods near Chasm Falls. We only had time to snap our pictures and get back on the bus because the wedding was set to start at 6.

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A fish in a lake.

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Fun with close-ups.

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Changing photo discs in the car. Note the wedding clothes hanging from the hook by the rear door.

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Mule deer butt.

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Elk butt, with horns. On the way back to Boulder we stopped and bought some elk jerky, along with trout jerky.

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Elk butt.

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Colorado Rockies, so different from the desert-scapes we'd seen just the day before in Utah.

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Back to the creek we climbed along.

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We thought these were aspen leaves. A quick Google for "aspen leaves" shows we were right. What we still haven't figured out is why every aspen tree seems to have scuff marks about four feet from the ground, as though elks have been rubbing against them.

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Vero found a little butterfly that led us down the road.

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One of the cars that went passed stopped when they saw us looking at something in the woods. Two men jumped out armed with cameras. "Is there anything to see?" one of the men asked? "Yeah," I replied. "You have to look in the woods." We strolled away, and they sped up the mountain, mystified about why two lunatics would be out in the park on foot with no large mammals around to photograph.

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We ended up at a dirt road that is one way only, going up. It connects with the main road about 11 miles farther along, near the Continental Divide.

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We followed the wrong creek, so we saw our own little falls instead.

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We drove up to Rocky Mountain National Park. Here we got off the main trail on an unfulfilled quest to find Chasm Falls.

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You see some neat things when you consistently wake up at 7am.

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When I went out to the car in the morning to collect all the laundry we needed to wash, all these hot air balloons were floating through the sky.

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Across Colorado

We followed the Colorado River around the south side of Arches National Park, and then kept following it as we drove east in Colorado from Grand Junction. Vero slept through some spectacular canyon scenery in Colorado, and I was driving as fast as I could to make time. We were on schedule to find a motel room, have a quick shower, and show up just in time for the rehearsal dinner. However, a truck ahead of us on the highway ignored the tippy-truck signs on the descent toward Denver. The fallen semi and the two-by-fours that it scattered across the highway closed the interstate for a while, and there was no way around the wreck. We finally got passed, only to find that the route we wanted to Golden was closed. We went over a very twisty Lookout Mountain road, with views to Denver that we would have loved if we weren't so late. We got to Boulder and couldn't find the restaurant, because 13th Street is divided into several different segments. As we drove, Vero fixed my wild hiker's hair with a bit of water.

Now half an hour late, we parked. Vero changed in the restroom at the restaurant, and I changed on the street - fortunately without getting arrested. We slid into the gathering, and enjoyed a great dinner. Then we borrowed Ben and Alex's shower at the Best Western before joining the group for dessert and toasts at the Bickman house. It turns out that Sarah's father was a colleague of my grandmother, so he shared his recollections of their meetings. After sorbet and champagne, we cruised around town looking for a place to stay. We made a booking at the Days Inn, but when we got there they were full up because it was Freshman dropoff day at the university, so they made us a booking at the Sandy Point Inne, a nice quiet place away from town. In the morning I had breakfast with a Kenyan distance runner named Luke while Vero caught up on sleep.

That's a long bit of text. The picture is of the Colorado River, with Arches to the north.

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Big Bunny!

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The picture doesn't capture it well, but the sand slopes up at about 30 degrees.

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Vero just loves those pula pictures.

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How many days without a shower?

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The Submarine.

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Our last picture together in Utah.

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Pine Tree was the last arch we had time to walk to.

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Pine Tree Arch.

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Just another arch in the wall.

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Delicate Zoom.

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Delicate Arch looks like a wishbone.

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Delicate Arch. We didn't have time to hike there because we needed to be in Boulder, CO by 5 pm. We hiked to a viewpoint on the top of a small hill instead.

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Looking for bunnies.

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The famed Donut Cactus.

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Pensive? Sleepy? Arched?

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Vero in the North Arch, wider view.

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Vero in the North Arch.

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Wild bunny!

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From where I'm standing (I'm the little dot to the right of the tree at the bottom), there was the most perfect echo around a curve of rock to where Vero was standing when she took this picture. We had a conversation in our softest possible speaking voice, and it sounded as though we were 3 feet away instead of 300.

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Already warm.

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Morning pula.

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There was only one other car near these arches so early in the morning.

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We woke up before sunrise and were in the park as the sun broke above the horizon. Unfortuately, we lost a spectacular picture of the sun striking a red wall, and it took the camera several minutes to correct its data error, so we missed a few good shots.

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After we finished our beer, we went into the town of Moab looking for a laundomat. The only laundromat in town was already closed, so we filled the tank and bought some food at the supermarket. Moab has zillions of motels, so we thought we'd sneak into a pool for a few minutes, but evey pool had a gate and a lock. So we went back to our campsite by the Colorado River and settled in for the night.

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Vero holding still for a long open shutter.

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Louis XIV. Really.

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We sat with Louis XIV.

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We were perched illegally off-trail, watching the moon rise and sharing a beer.

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A nice open shutter caught the full moon rising over the Arches.

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Even Arches has its hoo-doos.

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The daylight wouldn't wait for us to take our photos.

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We made it to Arches National Park just as the sun was setting.

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Definitely more petroglyphs. And some more modern graffiti.

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Vero claims there are petroglyphs in this picture. We had lunch in a picnic ground right near hear, and a nice Asian family gave us an apple they'd picked. Then Vero found the apple and pear trees and stocked up.

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1000 year old petroglyphs at Capitol Reef.

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Capitol Reef National Park.

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How many hours have I been driving?

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Drink in the green, it will be hundreds of miles before we see it again.

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A mountain with actual green grass! This was our first time taking the car up to 9000 feet, but certainly not the last.

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In between Escalante and Boulder, Utah, is the most unexpected coffee house. The architecture is amazing, with tree trunks as pillars and huge sheets of glass or plexiglass forming the walls between the trunks. The view is spectacular, with a river and the Grand Staircase Escalante National Monument as a backdrop. The espresso was great, too.

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A panoramic view of the canyon, as seen from Bryce Point. The pictures don't join up exactly, but pretty close. The view shows most of the area where we hiked.

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The Alligator, seen from Bryce Point.

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Wide view of the Wall of Windows.

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Wall of Windows.

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Candy striped snag. Lots of trees get struck by lightening in Bryce because of the high concentration of iron in the soil.

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Backs to the sun. Vero, please put on sunblock before you get crispy...

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The bit about the keys.

Oh yes. We'd been unable to find a grocery store on the drive from Zion, so we went out to eat in the nearby town of Tropic. When we got back to the campground in Bryce Canyon National Park, we stopped the car at the restrooms to wash up, since otherwise we would have had to trek through several people's camp sites in the dark. Vero went to the women's room, and I changed from my shorts to my sweatpants, then closed the trunk. 3 nanoseconds later, I realized that the keys were in my shorts pocket, and our Buick didn't have a trunk release.

We tried calling AAA, but during the moments we could pick up a cell phone signal we found that their 800 number didn't work in Utah. We woke up Betty in New Haven, who called AAA in CT, who called AAA in Utah, who called us, eventually. We were in the car about 45 minutes before we finally were talking with the Utah AAA agent. He was asking us for details about the car, so we got the rental agreement out of the glove box and told him the model number. He put us on hold for many minutes, and we put the agreement back in the glove box.

There we noticed a small round button. We pushed the button and heard the trunk latch POP.

Back at the tent, we laughed ourselves to sleep, then woke up early so we could get in our hike before the day got too warm.
Yeah, we hiked hard.

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Pula.

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The Grotto, seen from below.

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Do you hoo-doo?

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Classic hoo-doos. The harder stone is from a newer geological age is atop the softer stone below it. Over many years the soft stone gets eaten away, leaving a big boulder perched on top.

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Be the lizard.

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The Madonna wanted the picture with the full crevise!

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Madonna.

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Dancers.

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The King.

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Geology in action.

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Bryce Canyon National Park.

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A wall at Bryce Canyon, with a tunnel carved through it.

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The canyon wall.

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You do hoo-doo voodoo.

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Vero on a twisty fallen tree, as we start our hike down the Peek-a-boo Trail at Bryce Canyon.

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Bryce Canyon, Utah.

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Our favorite picture from this trip of the two of us, on a rocky slope near the eastern edge of Zion National Park.

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10 seconds to click the shutter, run up a rocky slope, and get into position.

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Head over heals.

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I see you behind that scruffy desert tree.

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Gorgeous!

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Just a great place to take pictures.

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I always put my wife on a pedestal.

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Beautiful in so many ways.

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Eaten by rock.

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Mart on the east side of Zion National Park.

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The elephant sleeps.

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The elephant.

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The stone formations in the east side of Zion Park are wild.

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More amazing striations in the sandstone.

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The Great Arch, next to the tunnel that will take us to the east side of the park.

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The canyon takes a turn at Big Bend.

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Farther up the canyon.

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Windblown sandstone.

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This squirrel really wanted her picture taken. She posed long enough for us to turn on the camera and take a couple of shots.

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Vero at the Upper Emerald Pool.

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Rodent friends at the Upper Emerald Pool.

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Higher up the canyon walls.

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The dragonfly, flying away. These were not easy pictures to get, because the camera is very slow and the dragonfly is very fast. I had to click well in advance of the bug passing the lens.

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A massive dragonfly at the Middle Emerald Pool.

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Hot and beautiful.

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Hiking toward the Upper Emerald Pool.

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Maybe this view of the waterfall is better?

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A waterfall at the Lower Emerald Pool, seen from below.

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Whoa, boy.

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Mart riding Buckshot.

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Later we'll go hiking here.

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What a great view.

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Don't lift that tail!

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Zion from horseback.

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River and canyon.

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Canyon walls.

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Cowgirl Veronica!

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The Virgin River, and the canyon it carved.

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Am I really riding a horse along the Virgin River in Zion National Park?

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Vero's first time on a horse. Veronica, meet Sandy Bob. Sandy Bob, meet Veronica.

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The sun poked its way over the top of the canyon.

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We didn't have to wait long before we got our chance.

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As we rode up the canyon in the shuttle bus the next morning, the driver mentioned that horse rides were available. We got off the bus and went to see if there was room for us to join the next ride.

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The moon rose over the campsite.

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While I cooked dinner, Vero attended to the important things :-)

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Last rays of sunlight.

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The sun going down on the mountain above our campsite.

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We went for a quick evening drive to try to catch the sunset after we'd set up our tent, but we were too late to get good pictures in the canyon. We would have had to be farther up the canyon earlier, and we would have had to take the shuttle bus to get there.

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More of the view from our campsite.

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The view from our campsite in Zion.

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Almost to Zion, and another rainbow.

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Closer and closer to Zion.

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We drove through some spectacular canyons in a corner of Arizona, but Vero was asleep while I drove, so no pictures. Once we got to Utah we headed straight for Zion National Park. This rainbow was showing us the way to the park gates. Of course, rain in the desert is extremely rare in August.

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Our Buick Century didn't seem to mind the desert. The passenger window made a loud whistle if you rolled it all the way up, so we had to leave it cracked a few millimeters at all times.

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We didn't take a single picture in Las Vegas. After we got back from the lake and had a quick nap, we scurried to the Bellagio to see the fountain show. Vero hurt her feet in her new sandals, so we went looking for a pair of flip-flops, and we flopped in our efforts. We saw many of the other casinos, including the pirate show at Treasure Island (stupid!) and the exploding volcano in front of one of the other places on the strip. The gondolas inside the Venetian were cool, especially the fake sky that looked almost like daylight. We couldn't find a place that we wanted to eat, so we ended up having pasta at our hotel, Circus Circus, just before the last restaurant closed. This was my first time in Vegas, and I wouldn't be disappointed if it was also my last. The next morning we headed out. We thought we'd stop for a quick swim farther up Lake Mead, but the water looked too warm and shallow when we got there. To get to the lake we had to drive through this desert, where a big red hill sticks up from the surrounding dust.

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The crane has swung the basket out of the way, leaving a clear view of the canyon. We decided not to take the tour, because we really wanted to use the time for a swim.

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They're doing some major road construction. It looks like they're building a bridge that crosses the canyon just above the Hoover Dam. Right now the dam is closed to most truck traffic, so a bridge will be a major improvement for regional transport. There are people in the basket hanging from the crane.

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It's a long, long way up.

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It's a long, long way down.

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The Contessa, atop a 700-foot tall tower.

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Check out the angles on the high-voltage towers that stick out over the dam.

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Hoover Dam intake towers, and green, green water.

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The intake towers of the Hoover Dam, as seen from the Arizona side.

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We got to Vegas late, and went promptly to sleep. The next day we drove off to Lake Mead and the Hoover Dam. This pic is on the way down to the lake. We don't have any pictures of the beach where we went for a swim, but the water was delicious.

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It's getting dark, we've driven 150 miles out of our way, we've still got hours to go until Vegas, and this truck thinks the speed limit is a maximum!

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The road wouldn't cooperate to let Vero get a good picture with the river and the hills. I was annoyed to be stuck behind a truck.

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The sky was pregnant with rain and lightening, but we barely got wet. Just diverted. The hills are across the Colorado River, in California. The Colorado River is a returning theme for the next several days, until we finally diverge from it as we cross the Rockies in Colorado.

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We ended up in Arizona. Here we're stuck at a gas station waiting for a very long train to very slowly cross the road that would finally let us turn north, toward our hotel reservations in Las Vegas.

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So we diverted toward the west. As we headed north, another our alternative route was flooded out, so we kept going west.

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We drove up to Joshua Tree National Park, but we couldn't go in because the road that crosses the park had been flooded out.

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The Salton Sea.

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Soon we reached the Salton Sea, a little below sea level. We had a little picnic in one of these sheds. Hot! And the water was a filthy sludge, with little dead fish skeletons ringing the edges.

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We drove through Julian, up in the mountains, before heading back down to the desert.

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Cactus, still flowering, still in Chula Vista.

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Flowering cactus, Chula Vista.

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A flower on a cactus in Chula Vista.

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San Diego as seen from the Coronado Bridge on a cloudy day. 73 degrees - perhaps the coolest city in the USA that day.

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Mart driving over the Coronado Bridge, San Diego.

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Crossing the Coronado Bridge. They've removed the tolls, so now you can cross at will. They have suicide prevention phone numbers posted all the way up the bridge.

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Vero after the swim.

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Curly sea vegetables. We also went for a swim. The waves were wild, the sky was gray, and the water was cold and salty. Perfect!

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On the beach we found some interesting sea vegetables.

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I met Grandma and took her for coffee. She promptly started feeling severe back pains. We went back to her residence and Vero came over. When the pains continued, we had the nurse refer her to a hospital. We drove grandma to the emergency room, where we spent the rest of the morning. Eventually we left Grandma in the care of the cardiology department and went for lunch at the nearby Souplantation, and then off to the beach for a little while.

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Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Not via Dallas

We were originally booked on different flights - Vero was supposed to go through O'Hare while I flew through Dallas - but when we got to the American desk in Hartford we were very nicely switched to the same routing, through Chicago.

Much better to fly together...