John & Anne Wiley

2014/06/24

To Sur With Love

We flew home from a loving family birthday celebration gathering in San Jose today, via our beloved Big Sur. So we’re overflowing with Love. ♥♥

4226 Big Sur Coast

4226 Big Sur Coast

Starting near Carmel a few of the coastal hills along Highway 1 were garnished with fluffy white like these near Point Sur. In places there were also dustings of yellow and other colors.

4200 Coastal Colors

4200 Coastal Colors

If you know us, you’re aware that we have a vast many more pix we like from the flight. But here’s another view of Hearst Castle after we’d savored all of Big Sur, with the legendary swimming pool drained.

4345 Dry Pool

4345 Dry Pool

Morro Rock was wearing a diaphanous cloud topping too, and the sunlight was making a rainbow halo in it as we passed.

4431 Morro Halo

4431 Morro Halo

2014/06/21

Last of First

Going thru our hundreds of glorious pix from our first real time in the Denver area, I found these last “have to add” few. Starting with “Goat Gal” Maddie, who so generously and playfully showed us not just her magnificent goat and truck farm but also some highlights of Boulder.

0791 Goat Maddie

0791 Goat Maddie

One of those highlights was strolling downtown with her, singing along with the “Globe Man” and then sampling brews at some of the local hotspots.

184139 To Life!

184139 To Life!

The next day we drove up to Nederland “on our way” back to Castle Rock, and it looked legendary across the alpine lake as we approached.

0891 Nederland

0891 Nederland

After a hearty lunch we drove along the icy river and paused to tour the freakish town of Black Hawk. It was probably a forgotten village a few years ago, but now there are lots of new casinos with names like Crook’s Palace and pristine sidewalks along streets with names like RichMan into the main town much larger than this residential side of the highway.

0911 Black Hawk

0911 Black Hawk

Further along the river we paused at many scenic spots like this one where colorful lichens tag the vertical rock wall rising from the far bank.

0946 Organic Graffiti

0946 Organic Graffiti

Leaving the Rockies we paused again to explore the fascinating little frontier town of Golden.

0977 Golden Life

0977 Golden Life

Back in Castle Rock we took a sunset stroll with Cam and Stacey, feeling both excitement to fly the Rockies again on our way home and at the same time wanting more time with the wonderful people in beautiful Colorado.

194942 Return Invitation

194942 Return Invitation

2014/06/20

Wild Colorado

So after we’d flown the Rockies to the Denver area, we spent several days basically exploring on the ground. As with Durango, the cities on the East side of the Rockies are surrounded by wild lands inhabited by wild critters. On one of our strenuous excursions I got close enough to this herd for a telephoto shot.

0693 Wild Sheep

0693 Wild Sheep

My stalking skills are pretty good, but they clearly knew I was there and that I couldn’t pursue them up that steep slope. I must confess though that Cam did most of the stalking in this case, with both Stacey and Anne next to us. In their car. Yes, this was next to a mountain road along this icy river.

0701 Wild River

0701 Wild River

Closer down to Denver we took a detour to the small town of Morrison for dinner, and this wild beast was coldly eying us for a possible meal.

0714 Wild Eyes

0714 Wild Eyes

At the delicious Mexican cafe Cam chose there was a wild cowboy dummy in a seat hanging from the rafters behind the dummy on the left (me) in this pic.

161044 Wild Dummy

161044 Wild Dummy

Even in town, there was a wild bunny in the yard looking cuddly and moving slowly to belie the fact it could transform to a furry blur and vanish in a heartbeat.

0716 Wild Bunny

0716 Wild Bunny

Driving Denver by night we saw this sedate building all decked out in wild colors, with a tree that went all “icy” in the camera flash.

0727 Wild Colors

0727 Wild Colors

Before heading home for the night we stopped to stroll the 16th Street Mall, but after this drunk charged us looking for a handout and we looked around at some of the other wild denizens we decided to forgo night life for something quieter.

0746 Wild Wino

0746 Wild Wino

2014/06/01

Alternates

Pilots think about Alternates, and visually I also enjoy alternates. Like taking a break from the intriguing formations of reddish rock on our 4C Adventure, to look at pix like this from our recent overnite trip to “shower” love on our recently-engaged niece in San Diego.

3608 Alternate

3608 Alternate

The lush blues and greens of coastal California near Laguna Niguel offer a welcome alternate scene. Aviation alternates include planning for extra airports along the route in case the need should arise, and even alternatives to airports in rare and extreme situations. “In a car you can just pull over,” people say. But pilots know that aircraft are designed and maintained to much higher standards making that a very rare need. Also that most planes glide quite well and most areas offer plenty of safe places to land other than airports. Most areas.

8599 No Airport

8599 No Airport

Beautiful as this area near Lake Powell is, it’s no airport. The day we took off from Page headed to Cortez, CO the idea was to fly past Monument Valley. Since we’d flown that basic route along the lake shore before, my hope was to find a different route farther South. Lest I worry the majority who harbor an unreasoned terror of flight, I hasten to add Fact #1: We detoured along the edge of this unwelcoming terrain.

8593 On Edge

8593 On Edge

As you can see, the inhospitable view toward the lake didn’t match what we were actually flying over. Fact #2: We adapted to the terrain, and climbed higher once we chose a safe route across it at a narrower point with plains on both sides. But along the way we quite enjoyed the variety of slot canyons, sandstone amphitheaters, shallow caves, open spaces, vegetation variations, and majestic buttes.

8630 Butte Beauty

8630 Butte Beauty

I’m learning to understand the unreasoned fear of flying, yet it’s still surprising to me that people will skydive out of a perfectly good airplane yet be afraid to even think about flying in it. 🙂

Fear is the little-death”     –Frank Herbert

2014/05/25

Invitations

Yesterday I was avoiding the tragic Isla Vista events partly by posting more pix from our 4C trip with Zubair & family. Last night a dear friend came over and we all faced it together, watching the news with many tears and much thoughtful conversation. Today I’m contemplating a connection between the horrific events, and my post yesterday. For me, the common thread is Invitations. When someone says or does something that triggers anger or sadness in me, it’s an Invitation to those feelings. I then choose, still too often unconsciously, what to feel. My life is a long story of learning this, and transforming my choice of feelings from childhood reactive impulse to conscious compassion for myself and others.

So today it’s helpful for me to take this news that has so shaken our entire community, as an Invitation to reconnect with happiness and beauty. That’s already happening in conversation with friends and loved ones, so right now I’m also taking a moment to complete a review of the final Invitation we accepted on that one enchanted day that began inside Antelope Canyon and included an experience of earth and sky on the rim of Horseshoe Bend.

8292 Returning

8292 Returning

As we descended quietly over the high mesa between the Paria and the Colorado, warm feelings of Return washed over me. Returning to an ancient yet for us recent place, with new perspective. Beyond this tight bend in the river of time, looking to the right where it takes a turn in the other direction we saw the place we’d be standing in a couple of hours.

8295 Viewpoint

8295 Viewpoint

Coming out the highway from Page and turning onto the short road to a parking lot at top right, we’d hike that dusty trail out to the rim and watch the sunset at this turning of the river where millions of people have gathered in awe.

8307 Horseshoe Bend

8307 Horseshoe Bend

Down there we’d have a different perspective on this view, with solid rock beneath us and the thrill of a sheer ledge open at our feet. We’d feel our hearts soaring with a raven in the wind and remember being up here looking down. From that sunset viewpoint we’d climb the outcrop at the bottom right where I embraced a powerful invitation to capture a new fav pic of my lifetime fav person with a passing squall in the distance and the sunlight in her hair. An invitation to feel and release pain, as consciousness expands to ever more fully enjoy this gift of Life.

8456 Life Invitation

8456 Life Invitation

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