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we’ll be singing hallelujah when she comes

August 25, 2010

In the lieu of expressing myself in blogging, I scudded for 9776 miles across 30 states (and some more than once), 2 Canada provinces, and 1 capitol in 48 days. A golden opportunity to do a bit of a journal. But these days past, I just wanted to absorb the landscape.

One of my favorite places was very early in the journey. Our first stop and our first campground was in the far northwest of Colorado. We drove 13 miles down down down a gravel road and stayed there for 2 nights next to Steamboat Rock on the Yampa river in the canyons of Dinosaur National Monument Park and it was anything but a miasma-

June 10-12, 2010

Feathery eyelashes sweep the rolling jagged land in the distance. Eyelids filled with heavy pocketful of tears looms above, they are not filled with tears of joy nor sorrow for they nourish and are freely given. In an arena of striated rock cliff-faces winds the swift river of Yampa. The waters already carved a knob of land eons ago setting a straighter path. Nearby a looming hunk of stone now forces the river to carve around. Eventually even stones of a sangfroid manner crumble in composure under the million particles of water that finely combs and takes away patiently over the metronome of seasons. Tick-tock time is but a human creation. The earth of life is the noumenon and the phenomenon of the flow of temperature and light. Out of touch, but not out of place, a sense of order is regained away from the synthetic lights and the grasping of contact.

Big Earth Small Man

Big Earth Small Man

Echo Campground view

Echo Park Campground view

The place held overwhelming beauty but it was also a dangerous place. I had come to understand that my car with all its fine machinery can’t do everything. At least not in red clay and the rain. She stuttered coming ’round the mountain when she came. We had made it for 12 miles and on the steep part my tires spun sugar and were caked. When we slogged uphill to the end to the main road, I stamped my foot, for it was cold, and I was also peeved that we were so close and yet, so far.

Josh and I switched off caping ourselves in my tent tarp and as my friend coined it well, I “felt like Frodo” at least just for a while. No cars came by and I became soaked and froze my digits trying to wave down the first car that would come. There was immense fog and wind covering the verdure. Bleak beauty. Once a car containing a pair kindly strangers was flagged down and sent to get help, I went back to the car, blasted the heat, and helplessly played chess.

We had a second stroke of luck and a Honda Element from Oregon holding even more wonderful strangers by the name of Dan and Molly came to our rescue when they pulled aside us. They had just come from the same campgrounds as us and thought we had made it out safely. All the other cars we saw there were smartly 4x4s. Dan had bought a new rope that week just in case and he handily helped tow us out all the while wearing Crocs.

We got stuck at around 10:15 am. As we were being towed out, it was exactly 12:34 and that put a smile on my face.

On the road back, we passed the ranger and explained that we made it, rather giddily. She gave us a rather stern and scary face. The next car we passed was this massive tow truck and all I could think of was the amazing rush of making it through a deluge up a slippery mountain.

The Rescuers and Rescuees

The Rescuers and Rescuees

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6 Comments leave one →
  1. josephine permalink
    August 25, 2010 10:56 am

    lol i love your stories esp this one i think its hilarious the way you put your stories into words that just makes me laugh

    that’s what i’m here for, josie! -Haley

  2. August 25, 2010 11:07 am

    Molly & Dan saved the day! 🙂

    they did…
    that tow truck looked like a monster. glad we had them instead!-Haley

  3. September 1, 2010 2:56 pm

    Nice blog! Hope you don’t mind me subscribing! 🙂

    of course not!
    welcome and thanks for subscribing… comment anytime you wish, I’m an open book. -Haley

    • September 7, 2010 12:42 pm

      of course not!

      welcome and thanks for subscribing… comment anytime you wish, I’m an open book.

  4. September 16, 2010 1:14 pm

    Update. Now.

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