October 16th, 2009

goldsworthy - before the mirror

traveling from June Lake to Death Valley -



October 12, 2009

 

We are in Death Valley.  It is cool with dark clouds overhead, the sky rippled like the layers of rocks.  The day began with breakfast and a nourishing drive past Mammoth and continuing enjoyment of the mountain range of the Sierra that John Muir called The Range of Light.  We turned off 395 to drive up and up and up to 10,000 feet above sea level and the Antique Bristlecone Pines, the oldest trees on earth.  One tree is 4000 years old.  It was cold as we hiked and we were alone with the rugged, rocky landscape and trees. We enjoyed looking across at the southernmost glaciers in the country.  I wondered how long they will be there as the glaciers are so rapidly disappearing.

 

 

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eagle flying

Death Valley - October 13 -



October 13, 2009 – Awakening in Death Valley

 

Sunrise and sunsets are said to be the thing here in Death Valley, but I wonder if on a day like this with an array of clouds opening and closing the sky if every moment isn’t a sifting of the light.  I feel like flour shifted, lightened.   One moment dark – then light – I face east, the rising sun, and turn; the hill behind me is glittering, glowing white.

 

I am reading Alan Fogel’s new book, The Psychophysiology of Self-Awareness, Rediscovering the Lost Art of Body Sense.  He is a scientist, so I appreciate the embodied look at what we can do and be.  I turn my head, honor my neck, sink into “movement that feels like oil or air.”

 

 

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free ride

Death Valley - October 13 - day and night -



October 13, 2009 – Heading out into the day: 

 

We visit the Visitor’s Center in Death Valley and I buy some books.  Edward Abbey is essential for the trip.  We learn that at the age of 62, you can pay $10.00 and never again pay to visit a federal park. I am thinking if our elders can afford to travel to our parks, perhaps they can also afford to pay $20.00 for seven days in the park.  This is hardly an exorbitant fee and in light of the age of the visitors this time of year might bring in some much-needed cash.

 

 

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great blue heron flying

Each trip must end -




October 14:

I am wide awake and up very early, refreshed, cleansed, renewed.  I see the stars and the moon, and then, again the strong winds bring the clouds.  The sunrise is a dance and again, I catch the moment when the white mountain is first struck with light.  I twirl outside, 360 degrees, trying to capture it all.  Which way do I view?

 

 

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alan's poppies

Football -

I used to enjoy watching football especially when Joe Montana was the quarterback for the SF 49'ers and threw with ease to Jerry Rice.

Then, we stumbled on a TV show about the physical pain that retired football players endure. That was it for me. Now, I read this article in the New Yorker.

This article should put an end to the "sport," though there is so much money in football, I doubt it will.

http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2009/10/19/091019fa_fact_gladwell