Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Zooming Into Springtime

It’s been a quiet winter here in southern Utah, which is not at all a bad thing. Much as I would have liked to, I didn’t jet off to Iceland to view the northern lights. I didn’t hop a plane to South America to visit the ruins of Machu Picchu. For that matter I haven’t even (yet!) driven up to Salt Lake City to visit my nephew and see the mummy exhibit at the Leonardo. 

desert marigold

That said, as Planet Earth zooms relentlessly towards its March 20th rendezvous with the vernal equinox I would like to take a few moments to reflect on the fullness of a quiet life. 

It seems to be my life’s work to try and clear out the old and make room for the new. I listed some stuff on Craigslist but it hasn’t managed to go anywhere beyond my garage. 

light fixtures from another era

I never have learned to ski  

mirror, mirror...

The yard sale back in November was a minor success. Folks who stopped to buy my clutter got a good deal and what didn’t sell was carted off to the thrift store (except for my sister’s two kitschy hula lamps which I kept). 

Sister Mary Jeani, patron saint of November yard sales

My diminutive Subaru could barely tow a little red wagon on a bet.  I sold it and bought my neighbor’s 1998 Chevy Silverado so I could one day (hopefully soon) tow a small travel trailer. It is a real gas guzzler and drives like a tank. When people ask me what kind of mileage it gets, all I can do is whimper unintelligibly. 

My Chevy Tank


Living in southern Utah I don’t have far to go to find great places to hike and good friends to hike with. 
Looking for raptors around Quail Creek reservoir

Church Rocks trail in the Red Cliffs Desert Reserve


In a perfect world, my volunteering at Zion would lead to a winter ranger gig. Meanwhile, one day each week I staff the visitor center desk and rove the trails. 

Mule deer scamper across the Virgin River below the Kayenta trail in Zion

Our community center has great facilities so I joined to use the pool. I haven’t swum laps in decades and discovered, strangely enough, that I had forgotten how to do the freestyle and still breath. 



Fiction, non–fiction, I love it all. Reading is what I do when I’m not doing something else. 


I’ve watched some first–rate videos this winter, and some real losers. You never know what you’ll find in thrift stores. I sift through them and am putting together an eclectic collection to transport to Yellowstone when I go back in May. 


So there we have it – what I did on my quiet winter vacation!  Now, as Planet Earth continues zooming across the vastness of time and space at an average of 67,062 miles per hour toward a rendezvous with its vernal equinox, it appears that I’ve traveled pretty far while staying right at home.

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