Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
The trail we took was first used by Native Americans. They led Dominquez and Escalante down it before bolting. Eventually Jacob Hamlin and other pioneers used this route for colonization of Arizona. We also stopped and had lunch where the California Condor's are established on the Vermillion Cliffs. We saw a bunch of them from afar.
Old parts of a boiler once on a barge used for gold digging. AJ's company was ferried across the Colorado on a barge. He and Louisa lost their 2-year old girl "beautiful Winifred" on this trip. Mrs. Lee at the ferry helped them prepare for burial.
We found this marker with only W.J. inscribed on it. Could it be?
"Closed - but for a time - are Winnifred's eyes: Night and day - it seems for me - she cries!
I seem to hear her voice, above the river's roar - pleading with me, to visit her resting place once more!
At the Ferry of John D. Lee, where the muddy Colorado rushes toward the Sea!" Aaron Johnson, Jr.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Red Cliffs is the same. Cole strolled up the path keeping a close eye on where he stepped, sidestepping each small rock (although not so small to him). Surprisingly, the whole crowd was content to meander along at his pace. A child commands the attention of all the adults even when (and maybe especially when) he is in his own.
The Atkins in Pine Valley provided extremely comfortable food on Thanksgiving. The company was also easy and comfortable -- Kelly, Trevor, Jared provided unaffected conversation. Clint and I took a nice ride through Snow Canyon in the drizzle and low clouds. He got me going on this blog.
Hayley got a haircut. It turned out quite nice, but what would I know about that? Luke, Ashlie, and Cole bring not only Cole to the house, but also the yearning to socialize and party with friends on a Saturday night.
I miss Hannah (and Canyon). The pre-holiday thanksgiving is just a warm up for Christmas when we can do it all again.