John & Anne Wiley

2011/06/02

Here

It’s so glorious to be here. When we were there people would often ask where we’d be returning to after our grand flying adventure. When we modestly told them, most would then change the subject. Maybe they’d never heard of it, or maybe they knew Santa Barbara’s a tasty slice of paradise. They’d also probably assume we’re rich, being from here and flying our own plane across the continent. In case you don’t already know, we are decidedly not rich and the money we’ve saved for years to do this is almost gone. Meanwhile, we’re happy to be here and took our first foray into town.

1291 Tie

1291 Tie

Our traditional view vote crossing the Stevens Bridge was a tie. The coastal view out to the islands was spectacular too but our pic of it didn’t come out. There were some fluffy clouds bunched up behind the islands that enhanced their crisp outline. Downtown we paused walking into the library to snap the courthouse where strong winds were whipping the palms to give a turbulent contrast to the stoic building.

1294 Relative High

1294 Relative High

As I’ve probably written before, we used to drive Stevens and go up in the Courthouse tower for high views of the city and surrounds. Now of course, we’re more often enjoying the view down at them from Tripp as we quietly cruise the area. Though we greatly enjoyed the view descending home to the airport, we have yet to take that ride again and more fully appreciate anew the countless delights. After picking up “King’s Speech” and other DVDs awaiting us at the library, we walked across to investigate noises at the normally quiet courthouse.

1296 Restoration

1296 Restoration

Craftsmen were making final touches to the sandstone replica sculpture in the fountain, restoring the original that had been dissolving back into sand from decades of sun and water. Such bright and open expressions the characters have, greeting visitors and litigants alike with their calming demeanor. Then the louder noise again demanded our attention. Air horns and ebullient cheers erupted, resonating through the large arched passageway from the courthouse gardens beyond.

1299 Triumph of Hope

1299 Triumph of Hope

The black robed figures you can make out seated in two groups are graduating from two “alternative high schools” that enable more of our citizens to get diplomas. Celebrating hard work and determination, these grads and their loved ones were overflowing with a sense of hope, accomplishment and anticipation for the opportunities they had earned with the support of our community. Climbing to the top of the parking garage we took a last look at the open horizons, and basked in the warmth of being Here.

2011/06/01

Bean There

Filed under: Happiness,Has Photos,MeriTimes Adventure,Random — John @ 05:26

Today I uploaded a movie of The Bean we took in Chicago’s Millennium Park, and if you have Flash on your computer or phone (likely) it’s worth a look. The countless still photos like this one of ours that you’ll see of it can be fascinating, but pale in comparison with the interactive experience of everyone there.

0843 Bean Still

0843 Bean Still

Click on the Photo Page or More Photos link in the right column here to see the short movie clip.

So today was fairly quiet. Lots of unpacking, tidying up from the mess left by our departure, and fixing Tonk. In case you didn’t know, that’s the name of the 1986 Toyota pickup inherited from my Dad. When we landed at sunset yesterday, Anne went to where he was parked at the airport to bring him out to Tripp for unloading all our stuff. To our surprise, he absolutely refused to start so we had him unceremoniously hauled home by AAA. Anyway, today I discovered that he’d been sitting so long without being started that the fuel had drained out of the pump and all I had to do was re-prime it to get him running again. As you can see on the Photo Page, I’ve also begun uploading more/larger pix from our adventure there. Another task was updating our “Places Visited” map on a pilot website to include every U.S. state except HI and every Canadian Province (so far none of the Territories).

Tomorrow we get Tripp ready for the annual inspection ritual to ensure another year of flawless performance from our trusty traveler. We’ll be helping the mechanic open up inspection panels, and looking over his shoulder with fascination as he checks everything. This yearly rite also inevitably includes some tweaks and upgrades, so it will be interesting to see what we do this year.

We’ll also begin seeing friends, and that’s probably when we’ll really begin feeling Home.

2011/05/31

No Place Like

Home.

Be it ever so humble, there’s nothing quite like the place where all your Stuff is. Everything you’ve collected in a lifetime of moving from place to place, photos of friends and family along with other treasures large and small. Seems to me that Oscar our trusty German washing machine smiled as we came in with weeks of grime he can work on. But the really sweet part begins when we reconnect with all our loved ones here. Meanwhile, here are some pix from today’s flight from Santa Fe to our own Santa (Barbara). Taking off the air was clear and calm.

1009 Wild Ride

1009 Wild Ride

Somewhere else, that is. Santa Fe treated us to wild gusting winds, blowing dust, and once we got off the runway a bumpy ride into a strong headwind. Luckily it was beautiful, and we flew over the “Hamus” as people correctly pronounce Jemez where the austere beauty of this area abounds. Our first “destination” though was Chaco Canyon, where enigmatic ancient buildings indicate a detailed understanding of astronomy.

1138 Chaco Canyon

1138 Chaco Canyon

We saw smaller sites too, including one many miles away to the West. The area around Window Rock also looks really cool from the air, with gently curved multi-colored sandstone shapes arrayed for miles.

1214 Huddle of Sandstone

1214 Huddle of Sandstone

Continuing to the West we passed many distinctive geological features, and this is one of my favs.

1264 Sibling Stone Pillars

1264 Sibling Stone Pillars

Standing apart from a “family” of stones shaped by time and elements, this formation is sort of a miniature Monument Valley. The pillars even have a “head” atop a “neck.” Not far away (by plane) is a vast expanse of features like this, with an etched layer atop a detailed cliff edge with sand piled up against tall cliffs.

1271 Layered Cliffs & Sand

1271 Layered Cliffs & Sand

We took a break about halfway home, at Clark Airport in Williams, AZ. Although the attractive terminal building was open, everyone seemed to be away at a holiday event so we fed Tripp some self-serve fuel and continued on after enjoying the collection of gliders apparently contributed by children who love airplanes.

1297 Planes Inside & Out

1297 Planes Inside & Out

Soon after takeoff we were greeted by what we feared at first was the edge of a storm that hadn’t shown up on the aviation weather forecast.

1298 Phoenix Air

1298 Phoenix Air

It turned out to be the air of Phoenix, blown out to greet us. It thinned out after a hundred miles or so, and by the time we crossed the Colorado into California the view down was fairly clear as a boat made a question mark far beneath Tripp’s wheel.

1306 Air & Water

1306 Air & Water

We saw miles of tall dunes out in the desert, and tried to guess how high the tallest might be given that they were 10,000 feet below us.

1350 Lonely Dunes

1350 Lonely Dunes

We also wondered how many people visit them, given how far they are out into the desert. Approaching the Palmdale area are some quirky human developments like this little rectangular lake that someone enjoys zooming back and forth on in a little boat.

1376 Large Tub

1376 Large Tub

There are a few other buildings and developments sprawled nearby, and the whole thing sits in a wide desert valley giving the impression of a little bathtub dug in a large sandbox. This was less than an hour from the lush hills of Santa Barbara, and our souls began to really ache for home even as we continued to enjoy the arc of interests stretching out to every horizon around us. When we finally began the descent into Our Town, it had never looked more beautiful and welcoming.

1411 Sanctuary

1411 Sanctuary

We’ve now landed in every state of the Union and every Canadian Province. We’ve seen mountains, valleys, deserts, oceans, sun, storm and snow. We’ve flown to Newfoundland and back, but nothing can beat the sanctuary of Home.

2011/05/30

Dry Heat

Today was lovely. Not too hot, and as locals are quick to point out it’s a dry heat. Looking back at photos of our flight here from KS yesterday, it’s interesting to notice the drying trend as we approached the Rockies. Kansas has green and brown patterns from natural rainfall and irrigation.

0859 KS Shapes

0859 KS Shapes

Endlessly fascinating interactions of agriculture and the spectrum of other human activities abound.

0861 Home & Farm

0861 Home & Farm

Some people might say Kansas isn’t interesting but we never tire of the interactions between people and prairie.

0864 Radius

0864 Radius

The geometric and random shapes are everywhere, dancing atop the gentle undulations of the land and telling stories about changes over time.

0869 Hardy History

0869 Hardy History

Toward the rain shadow of the Rockies, the land and the human traces tell a more hardy tale of dry years. Before long even the low scrub all but vanishes, and the land looks dry. Human signs become more sparse, and more often related to things other than agriculture.

0877 Old Oil

0877 Old Oil

You can see where the wind has rearranged anything not heavy enough to stay put. When we landed in Eastern Colorado for a break, Tripp exchanged glances with a less fortunate plane that hasn’t flown for quite a while.

0890 Memories of Flight

0890 Memories of Flight

Any plane tied to the ground long enough for the tires to all go flat has to be sad, seems to me. The fairly dry weather here has been less unkind than some climates, but still…

Back in the air, different patterns emerged no less interesting than in Kansas yet with a Colorado flair.

0892 Open Circle

0892 Open Circle

I like to ponder what goes into a landscape design, and the one above is a great example. Trying to create a wind break for protection from every direction? Privacy? Ease of tending trees that are never more than a short walk?

Then we began to see more traces of natural water in isolated areas like the winding creeks that were drying into their Summer look.

0907 Last Water

0907 Last Water

This bend is part of a vast network carved by eons of flow out to the hazy dry horizon.

0908 Maze

0908 Maze

In places a rock ledge would offer shelter from the drying sun at a deep place in the creek that would provide a slightly longer season for all the water life before months of dry.

0945 Shelter

0945 Shelter

Today we strolled the ancient downtown core of Santa Fe, keeping to shade and enjoying the turbulent wind in the trees as we sat in a courtyard shelter of our own sipping margaritas.

0988 Old Santa Fe

0988 Old Santa Fe

2011/05/29

Clouds B Gone

We had more clouds today much of the way from KS to NM, but before a fun stop in CO they began giving way to strong winds and light to moderate turbulence. Still fun flying, but more tiring. Once we rounded the southern tip of the Rockies at Las Vegas (the one in NM), the winds kicked up a bit more. By the time we landed in Santa Fe it was nice to be on the ground. As you can see though, the wind was creating a new hairdo for Anne.

0981 Blow Dry

0981 Blow Dry

The clouds aren’t much of a factor here. 🙂

So we’re snug in SFe with dear friend Deb after a nice dinner with Nigel and friends. Looks like tomorrow night will be here too if forecasts don’t change. Wish it weren’t so windy, because we’d love to fly Nigel & Deb around the area. Guess we’ll have to make the short hop back in calmer weather. I’ll probably blog more about today’s flight sometime, because we saw some interesting scenes. Tonight though, we’re ready for sleep…

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