Monday, May 17, 2010

An Arizona adventure.....


I just returned from a week long trip along northern Az. I had designed our itinerary to visit some places that I had always wanted to see since a child, along with places I'd been that I wanted to share with Guerdon. (Click to "bigify" as always) :)

We flew into Las Vegas, rented a car, and immediately headed out as we had a fairly long drive to the South rim of the Grand Canyon. I have been to the south rim a few times, the last one being the most bittersweet as it was the last trip my Mother and I took before the Alzheimer's started to consume her. We actually didn't "see" the Grand Canyon that time as it was fogged in and snowing. Mom and I joked about it and it wasn't too disappointing as we had both seen it before....we really felt bad, however, for the people that had traveled from all over the globe to catch a glimpse of the magnificent canyon.

I decided to splurge and stay at the El Tovar 20 feet from the rim of the canyon.

A little history on this historic hotel:
The Santa Fe Railroad commissioned the construction of El Tovar in 1902. Charles Whittesey, a Chicago architect, designed the structure as a cross between a Swiss chalet and a Norwegian villa. It officially opened its doors in January, 1905, as the luxury hotel at the Grand Canyon for the Santa Fe Railway. The El Tovar was originally financed by the Atchison Topeka and Santa Fe Railroad, at a cost of $250,000, and was managed by Fred Harvey and his Harvey Girls

We checked in and explored around the beautiful lodge. Wood logs from OR were used in building this lodge and it had a great covered porch with rocking chairs that I probably could have sat in and rocked away a good part of my life. :) We had a drink in their lounge which also had outside seating where we could gaze over the canyon.I decided to try a Prickly Pear margarita and though it was a bit sweet it was refreshing.





It was here that I got my first sighting of the immense Condors that call the canyon home.

I found the info on the history of the condor so fascinating I am copy/pasting what I found on the National Park Services website. Here is what they say:

" In Pleistocene times, condors ranged from Canada to Mexico, across the southern United States to Florida, and north on the east coast to New York. During that period, condors were a common resident at the Grand Canyon. A dramatic range reduction occurred about 10,000 years ago, coinciding with the late Pleistocene extinction of large mammals such as mastodons, giant ground sloths, camels, and sabre tooth cats that condors fed on.

By the time Europeans arrived in western North America, condors had retreated to a stronghold along the Pacific coast from British Columbia to Baja California. The birds managed to maintain a strong population until shooting, egg collecting, poisoning by cyanide traps set for coyotes, power line collisions, general habitat degradation, and especially lead poisoning began to take a heavy toll. Lead poisoning from ingesting fragments of lead ammunition in the carcasses and gut piles they feed on remains the greatest threat to California condors today

From the 1880s to 1924, there were scattered reports of condors in Arizona. But by the late 1930s, no condors remained outside of California and by 1982, the total population had dwindled to just 22 birds. Extinction loomed

What's Being Done to Save the Condor?

As a result of the continued downward spiral of the condor population, one of the longest wildlife recovery efforts ever attempted began. The California condor was placed on the federal endangered species list in 1967. Critical habitat was identified and mortality factors were studied.

The U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service began a captive breeding program in 1983, teaming with the Los Angeles Zoo and the San Diego Wild Animal Park. (Additional breeding facilities were added later at The Peregrine Fund’s World Center for Birds of Prey in Boise, Idaho and at the Oregon Zoo in Portland, Oregon.) But in the wild, condor numbers continued to decline until by 1985 only nine wild birds remained

A controversial decision was made to bring all remaining condors into captivity, and the last wild bird was captured on April 19, 1987. All hope for recovery was now placed on the captive breeding program and the task was formidable.

Condors aren't capable of reproducing until they are about six years old and once a pair mate, only a single egg will normally be produced every year or two. Because of these factors, recruitment into the population is very low. To offset this, captive breeding techniques were developed in which eggs are removed as they are laid, usually causing the captive condors to lay a second and sometimes a third egg.

The extra eggs are incubated and the chicks are raised by caretakers using a hand puppet shaped like a condor head. The puppet prevents the young condors from imprinting on people, a phenomenon in which a bird will identify more with humans than its own species. Some condor chicks are also allowed to be raised by their parent birds. As a result, the captive condor population increased dramatically from 27 birds in 1987 to the 150 or so that are currently being held

Best of all, captive bred condors were being released back into the wild in California beginning in January 1992. Today, more than 80 condors fly free in the state of California, from the Ventana wilderness and Pinnacles National Monument down to the Sespe Condor Refuge and Los Padres National Forest north of Los Angeles.

In December of 1996, six young captive-bred condors were released into the wild in Arizona by The Peregrine Fund from a site in the Vermilion Cliffs, 30 miles north of Grand Canyon National Park. For the first time since 1924, condors were flying free in Arizona skies. Subsequent releases have occurred every year since then.

In October of 1992, three condors were released into the wild on the Baja peninsula of Mexico. It was the first flight of California condors there since 1937.

The world total of California condors today is over 320, more than half of which are in the wild. Although still endangered and facing ongoing challenges such as lead poisoning, they’ve come a long way since numbering just 22 in 1982

California Condors Have Adapted Well to This Area

Currently over 70 condors soar over northern Arizona and southern Utah. Many of them frequent Grand Canyon, especially during the summer. They come from all four captive breeding locations. But more importantly, a number of them come from wild nest caves in and around the Grand Canyon.

The first California condor chick to fledge in the wild anywhere since 1982 was seen leaving its nest cave deep in the Grand Canyon on November 5, 2003. Unfortunately this youngster died in March of 2005, apparently of starvation. But his parents have bred successfully in the same nest cave twice since then. In fact, as of this writing in April of 2009, there are a total of eight wild-bred condors flying free in Arizona and Utah. There are also five active nest caves in the Grand Canyon and the Vermilion Cliffs right now."

Unfortunately I was unable to get any pics of them....mostly because all I could do was stare up in awe at them. Here is a pic that Ann Torrance took at the Grand Canyon.
We had dinner at the El Tovar, a house salad (Baby Organic Greens, Vine-Ripened Tomatoes, Kalamata Olives, topped with Goat Cheese and Grilled Red Onion, served with a Toasted PiƱon Vinaigrette) for a starter, followed by a lovely ribeye steak with a pesto sauce, potatoes and broccoli. No room for dessert! In the morning we had breakfast there as well and I tried their pancake trio, blue corn, buckwheat and buttermilk pancakes with a pinenut honey butter drizzled with Prickly Pear syrup. Delicious!

Another interesting bit of history right across the El Tovar was the Hopi House. Hopi House was designed by Mary Jane Colter, a woman who was a standout as an architect. She designed 21 projects for Fred Harvey. She really is one of my hero's, going where most women feared to tread. She also decorated El Tovar and designed the Watchtower.




Here are a few pics heading out of the canyon, and on our way to the Desert View Watchtower...


Guerdon clowning around....:)
Approaching the Desert View Watchtower....


The Desert View Watchtower...

Just a piece of cool looking wood....:P
Climbing up into the Watchtower there are paintings by Fred Kabotie, murals done in 1932.....


The view from the top of the Watchtower...
More of the paintings and pictographs done by Hopi artist, Fred Kabotie
From here we continue on to our next destination, Monument Valley.....

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Riddle's Song

i wanted to share a video I found very inspirational and made me feel good to watch. Once again I hope to start posting more often and I may have a big surprise shortly. Please enjoy Riddle's Song :)


Saturday, January 23, 2010

I Feel GOOD!


Sheba, my Akbash, is getting up there in years (at least for an Akbash), she's 8 and not prone to outbursts of happiness anyway. She has always been mostly stoic and takes her guardian position seriously. Yesterday, however, she got a wild hair and I was able to catch it with my camera and thought I would share. :) Notice all the fluff from the latest "de-fluffed" bed which I am convinced they use them more as large toys, than something to sleep on. spread about the lawn.




Whew! That outburst should last for another year or two.......

I just wanted to thank everyone at this time for their thoughts and condolences on the loss of my Mom. I can't tell you enough how much I appreciated it. My blogging friends are the best!

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

I Love You Mom


My Mom passed away Sunday evening. While I am deeply saddened I am also relieved she is finally free of her traitorous body. The last time I saw her I read recognition in her eyes, something I had not seen in over a year. She tried desperately to communicate with me, and all she was capable of doing was raising her shaking hand and shedding some tears.

My Mom is responsible for my start in my animal filled life. We always had dogs, cats and birds in our home. She made every effort for me to be able to ride the horses that I dreamed of having in my life and tolerated the various lizards, snakes and amphibians that I insisted live in my bedroom.

I will try to only look back on all the wonderful trips we took together after I became an adult, to her place of birth and beginning life around the Boston area, as we explored Vermont, New Hampshire, Maine and ventured to unknown territory in Nova Scotia. I even surprised her and showed up in the Florida Keys while she was traveling by herself and we finished her trip together. We found wonderful places off the beaten path on Vancouver Island and the small islands off that coast. We explored Oahu and Texas, when she lived there, adventures too numerous to mention.

And finally to the Southwest, where I got an awakening of what her life was to become.

It was still an enjoyable trip, the most memorable point was going on a tour of the Hopi mesas. There was a wizened old Hopi woman, wrinkled and brown by the sun and time, sitting in front of her home that had no power or the luxuries that we have become accustomed to. This woman spied my mother and held out her hand. Mom walked over and took it and they had a private, special moment. The woman did not want to let go of my Mom's hand and my Mom found it extremely difficult to pull her hand away. "She said she wanted me to stay with her and keep her company" Mom said.

Loneliness is a harsh companion, and I feel the last couple of years that Mom was trapped in her Dementia ridden body she felt it was her constant companion.

One of my favorite poems, that I send to friends that are grieving, whether over family, friends or even our animal families is "Do Not Weep" by Mary Elizabeth Frye. I would like to end this post with it now......

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
Rest in peace Mom, I love you.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Whirlwind Tour to E. WA and 3 Bells Ranch


Sun Dog taken near Spokane by J. Young





As I have 11 days off for the holidays I decided to go visit a friend of mine that I just don't get to visit with enough. Tara is her name, we met during training for horseback Search and Rescue.

She bought 75 acres in Oroville, an old orchard that she is working to turn into a organic sustainable ranch for herself and her animals. I was anxious to see all that she had done.

I left with clear weather and the pass was an easy drive with bare/wet roads. Stevens Pass is a beautiful area with mountains that are reminiscent of Europe. I will some day get around to doing a blog post on them....I promise. Once on the eastern side of the mountains I drove through lovely orchard lands, mostly apple, pear, peaches, and cherries. Followed along the Columbia River, and then eventually the Okanogan river. I really enjoy seeing all the horses and cattle in their winter woolies, and made note of the apple cider stands, planning on stopping at one on the way home.

Arrived at Tara's and she was making a squash pie. I met her Mother, Drue, who was visiting from Rhode Island and with who I can definitely see the resemblance (sorry Drue :)). After Tara put the pie in the oven we walked around meeting all her animals while she fed, seeing all the irrigation and fencing that she had installed over this last year. The house that came with the land was not much to begin with and she had turned it into a comfortable home. I was really impressed with all that had been done in such a short amount of time.

And then the gates of Hades opened........

When we returned to the house to check on the pie Tara had a phone call. I could tell from her voice that it was not good news. Her close friend, Betsy, had been traveling with her friend, Margaret to her cabin in Winthrop for a week of skiing and frivolity when they hit a patch of black ice and rolled Betsy's Toyota 4 Runner two and a 1/4 times. They were taken to the hospital in Brewster and needed to be picked up.

I need to mention here that Betsy and Margaret are the most amazing women you'll ever meet. They are good friends....not sure of ages, but 70+ , and they are more active than most 20 year olds. They not only maintain their own homes, Betsy's in Mercer Island, Margaret's in Issaquah, and Betsy has her "vacation" home in Winthrop that she also maintains....they manage to travel all over the US, Europe, Australia....AND they hike, downhill and cross country ski. Betsy even comes over to Tara's to put on a "Betsy's Boot Camp" to work on everything there and Tara swears she would not have gotten near the work done in as short of time without Betsy cracking the whip. To be honest with you I've been more than a little scared to show up over there when Boot Camp is in full swing.

So Tara and I, donned our previously forgotten Search and Rescue persona, loaded Kylie and a cat carrier (they were traveling with a Golden Retriever and a cat and we weren't sure if we had to pick them up too) into my Subaru and drove the 70+ miles to Brewster and the hospital. Amazingly Betsy wasn't injured at all, Margaret had a head laceration and some bruising. They were extremely lucky.

After springing them from the hospital, we went to where there vehicle had been towed to retrieve some suitcases. I must say the Toyota is a sturdy vehicle....for what it went through it looked pretty good. Betsy and Margaret went into the back seat with the empty cat carrier between them (turned out a good Samaritan had taken the dog and cat to their home to care for until Betsy and Margaret were able to pick them up) We placed the suitcases next to Kylie behind the back seat and she immediately went to work cleaning the food that had found it's way to the outside of the suitcases during the rollover.

Kylie was good with this arrangement until the suitcases fell over on top of her. At that point she felt the people in the backseat had worn out their welcome in HER normal travel location and proceeded to wrap herself around poor Margaret's neck. We stopped and untangled the dog and woman and Betsy had to hold onto Kylies collar and tell her nice things to keep her halfway in the back and draped over the seat the rest of the way.

Next day we had a lovely breakfast of homemade coffee cake, bacon and some eggs which had been frozen out in the barn that Betsy managed to revive. Then the planning began. It was decided that Betsy and Margaret needed a rental car, Tara insisted if they insisted on having a rental car it needed to be a 4 x 4. Most of the small towns had rental cars....but no 4 x 4s. The closest one was in Wenatchee.

Tara was more than willing to take them to Wenatchee but the "sensible" thing was for me to take them as it was "on my way" home.

As I had planned on this being a photo safari of sorts, I ran around quickly snapping some pics (which I later found I had left my camera on macro.....though they didn't turn out too bad) before loading up the Subaru once again. Molly, Tara's Jack Russell mix girl, felt she needed to pack herself in as well and we removed her a total of 4 times I think before I was able to make my escape without an extra dog in tow.I think what I love most about the above pics is the reflection of Tara in the window....laughing at her Mollycule's escapades. (That is a piece of Kylie's frozen dinner in Molly's mouth that she is trying to abscond with).

The "gals" before we left on Tara's front porch.....from L to R: Tara, Betsy, Margaret, & Drue.


Back on the road, it was decided that Betsy would stay at the tow yard and organize what she could salvage out of the 4 Runner. Margaret would continue on with me to Wenatchee, another 65+ miles from Brewster. It was now snowing and the driving was getting a bit more treacherous.

When we dropped Betsy off at the tow yard I went back to take a pic of their rig.
There was another 4 Runner in what I think was a bit worse condition parked right next to theirs. It had just been brought in, having flipped over a guard rail and rolled. Occupants at hospital.

Margaret and I continued on. Understandably Margaret was a bit uptight about being on the road (she was the one driving Betsy's 4 Runner at the time of the accident) but she cramped my style a bit when I couldn't drive in my normal slightly faster mode of travel. The bonus of this drive, though, was I got to see (but unfortunately didn't get to take pics of) some amazing sun dogs.

Finally made Wenatchee, a nice Tahoe was waiting for Margaret, and after I made sure that she was going to have a vehicle to leave in, I moved their luggage over to the Tahoe and then I skedaddled back to my Forester. Putting the seats down and moving Kylies travel rug to it's behind the front seats position a swear I heard the biggest sigh out of Kylie as she settled in. With a sigh probably close to the same size as Kylie's I headed the 107+ miles back to our home (sweet home).

At the very least, after this adventure, if I am reincarnated I think I have elevated myself above the worm I thought I might return as.....possibly something as good as something that can walk around on four legs? I can only hope.

Below are some of the pics I took before I left:

The view from Tara's living room
Tara's MOOs, Bruiser, Kobe and Kobe White Face

The pic above really needs a caption....don't you think?

Her bunny area.....which I christened Polygamy Flats (there is ONE happy boy bunny in there)
and some wittle baby bunnies.....


Her piggie pals, Izzy the Tamsworth pig (whom I told her that she SHOULD have named Tammy.....after all she IS a "Tams"worth pig AND has red hair!!) and Daisy, a pot-bellied pig she got to keep Izzy company.Tara has been training Izzy to do things like heel, and turn right and left....which I told her she needs to change to "go bye" and "away to me"......."that'll do pig" :) (with a big nod to the movie Babe) Izzy also needs to eat in a special pen by herself because Daisy.... well....makes a pig of herself and eats all the food. Izzy has learned to go in and out and fortunately Daisy hasn't caught on yet.


This pic reminds me for some reason of a runway model with her poodle......(maybe with a bit of a Russian flair?)
Some of Tara's herd..... she has 3 Fox Trotters, Ganny (Gandolf), Sierra (the mare that packed me into Stehekin), and Stormy, Stormy's two mule offspring, Bert and Ernestine, Ellie her elder mule, Quincy, a Tennessee Walker that was going to be put down for bad feet that she rescued and rehabbed, and Pippin the pony. Tara does a wonderful calendar every year of her horses, check it out: Horse As Horse 2010 calendar.

Tara and Stormy
The "usual" pictures I get of her herd.....something fascinating about a camera....
Stormy
Bert (I think)
Sierra
Bert and Ernestine
Stormy
and last but not least, Pippen
Looking forward to a bit of a longer visit next time.......:)