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Published On: Apr 26, 2006 10:02 PM
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Published On: Apr 26, 2006 10:02 PM
Once again, time to play Catchup.
Hi, guys and gals! Greetings from Carlsbad, New
Mexico!
Today I went to see the underground wonder of Carlsbad Caverns National Park (although technically a large portion of the park isn't underground, and yet equally wondrous in its own special way). I wanted to appreciate the silence and solitude that one can only experience underground, where the only sounds are small critters scribbling and water dripping somewhere beyond that wall over yonder.
Boy, was I naive.
I forgot that Carlsbad is a national park, and didn't realize what a popular national park it is. In the approximately 2 miles that I walked, a good 1/2 mile of it was spent in heavy, slow-moving traffic, with a high percentage of preschoolers who are at that particular age where they must, for reasons apparently forgotten long before puberty, constantly make a sound such as "muh muh muh muh muh...." Even when you were far away from them, you could still feel and hear the reverberating "muh muh muh's" all around you. So I didn't really find what I was looking for.
I did, however, find someone I wasn't looking for. I ran into someone I had gone to college with; she's a ranger there at the moment. That was odd and different. I asked her. "Have ya'll considered arranging a tour for people who want to appreciate the quiet, only allowing adults and forbidding any talking at all, on pain of being tossed into a bottomless pit, unless the person is crying for help because they're about to die?" Well, no, of course they don't have anything like that. Ah well. We exchanged email addresses and did some reminiscing about people we went to school with. It's always a very surreal feeling when someone you knew long ago comes walking toward you.
Anyway, to catch up. The day after my rafting trip, (pictures of which are now up at homepage.mac.com/asahel/ ) I drove across Arizona, once again stopping in Holbrook, then back to Albuquerque the next day. I wanted to get there in time for the Midsummer's blot on Sunday, and I arrived on Saturday.
Have I mentioned lately the beauty of New Mexico? Such a varied state. I'm used to the deserty arid parts of it. On Sunday we ascended into the Sandia Mountains, and I saw a whole new side of it. Tall grasses and trees, and a rich black soil. It was a beautiful, moving blot (which of course I now have come to expect out of Erich), and afterwards I took lots of "alone time" in the forest. We had an entire group camp area to ourselves, so there was a lot of privacy. Bob and Dana and Cody and Cindy brought all their children, plus Bob's niece, so it was a very varied group. For pictures (not taken by me this time) see the galleries at keeperofseasons.org
I had a great time in Albuquerque. The next weekend, Erich and I went camping in another area of the Sandia Mountains, west of Socorro, at Water Canyon. True to the name of the place, it rained as we were setting up our tents. We did some hiking through the woods, and befriended a hummingbird named Herman. Or at least, that's what we called him. He wasn't shy at all, to the extent that he would buzz our ears as he flew by. Pictures are coming soon, but be prepared they mostly focus on Herman. We also saw a fox, a squirrel (which is apparently rare out here; Erich was nonplussed when I explained to him that back home squirrels are as common as rats, and that we hunt them and eat them fried for breakfast). We didn't see the bear that visited the campground during the night, but a friendly theoretical physicist pointed out the poo to me. We went on to discuss the theoretical structure of subatomic particles and other things for hours.
One of my favorite things about this visit was the walks. Erich's getting healthy; exercising and eating healthy, and so we would go walk around the University of New Mexico. It was a great time. I know it doesn't sound like much, but I really enjoyed it. There were some off moments, like a few days before the fourth when a local sports stadium began
For the Fourth of July, we had a great time at Chuck's along with Chuck's family and Bob and Dana, Beth and Knut, and their respective broods. After the food and fireworks, a jam session was organized. It was groovy, even if most of it turned into a tuning session. Still, it was fun.
Anyway, this is a severe fast forward. I left Albuquerque, drove through Roswell, and stopped here on Friday. In the morning I'll leave here for Texas. Within a couple of days I'll be in Corpus Christi.
How are all ya'll?
Today I went to see the underground wonder of Carlsbad Caverns National Park (although technically a large portion of the park isn't underground, and yet equally wondrous in its own special way). I wanted to appreciate the silence and solitude that one can only experience underground, where the only sounds are small critters scribbling and water dripping somewhere beyond that wall over yonder.
Boy, was I naive.
I forgot that Carlsbad is a national park, and didn't realize what a popular national park it is. In the approximately 2 miles that I walked, a good 1/2 mile of it was spent in heavy, slow-moving traffic, with a high percentage of preschoolers who are at that particular age where they must, for reasons apparently forgotten long before puberty, constantly make a sound such as "muh muh muh muh muh...." Even when you were far away from them, you could still feel and hear the reverberating "muh muh muh's" all around you. So I didn't really find what I was looking for.
I did, however, find someone I wasn't looking for. I ran into someone I had gone to college with; she's a ranger there at the moment. That was odd and different. I asked her. "Have ya'll considered arranging a tour for people who want to appreciate the quiet, only allowing adults and forbidding any talking at all, on pain of being tossed into a bottomless pit, unless the person is crying for help because they're about to die?" Well, no, of course they don't have anything like that. Ah well. We exchanged email addresses and did some reminiscing about people we went to school with. It's always a very surreal feeling when someone you knew long ago comes walking toward you.
Anyway, to catch up. The day after my rafting trip, (pictures of which are now up at homepage.mac.com/asahel/ ) I drove across Arizona, once again stopping in Holbrook, then back to Albuquerque the next day. I wanted to get there in time for the Midsummer's blot on Sunday, and I arrived on Saturday.
Have I mentioned lately the beauty of New Mexico? Such a varied state. I'm used to the deserty arid parts of it. On Sunday we ascended into the Sandia Mountains, and I saw a whole new side of it. Tall grasses and trees, and a rich black soil. It was a beautiful, moving blot (which of course I now have come to expect out of Erich), and afterwards I took lots of "alone time" in the forest. We had an entire group camp area to ourselves, so there was a lot of privacy. Bob and Dana and Cody and Cindy brought all their children, plus Bob's niece, so it was a very varied group. For pictures (not taken by me this time) see the galleries at keeperofseasons.org
I had a great time in Albuquerque. The next weekend, Erich and I went camping in another area of the Sandia Mountains, west of Socorro, at Water Canyon. True to the name of the place, it rained as we were setting up our tents. We did some hiking through the woods, and befriended a hummingbird named Herman. Or at least, that's what we called him. He wasn't shy at all, to the extent that he would buzz our ears as he flew by. Pictures are coming soon, but be prepared they mostly focus on Herman. We also saw a fox, a squirrel (which is apparently rare out here; Erich was nonplussed when I explained to him that back home squirrels are as common as rats, and that we hunt them and eat them fried for breakfast). We didn't see the bear that visited the campground during the night, but a friendly theoretical physicist pointed out the poo to me. We went on to discuss the theoretical structure of subatomic particles and other things for hours.
One of my favorite things about this visit was the walks. Erich's getting healthy; exercising and eating healthy, and so we would go walk around the University of New Mexico. It was a great time. I know it doesn't sound like much, but I really enjoyed it. There were some off moments, like a few days before the fourth when a local sports stadium began
For the Fourth of July, we had a great time at Chuck's along with Chuck's family and Bob and Dana, Beth and Knut, and their respective broods. After the food and fireworks, a jam session was organized. It was groovy, even if most of it turned into a tuning session. Still, it was fun.
Anyway, this is a severe fast forward. I left Albuquerque, drove through Roswell, and stopped here on Friday. In the morning I'll leave here for Texas. Within a couple of days I'll be in Corpus Christi.
How are all ya'll?
Posted: Sat - July 10, 2004 at 03:20 PM