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I own no land, instead I have wheelestate. I’ve been a full time RVer since 1997. Working summers as a Park Ranger takes me to many beautiful places and playing during the winter takes me to many more. This blog is simply the story of my life's adventures.

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Showing posts with label wind. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wind. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Walnut Canyon National Monument Arizona

San Francisco Peaks – west on I40 to Flagstaff Arizona
The wind continued to gust yesterday as I left Meteor Crater for Walnut Canyon NMRead more.


Friday, April 3, 2009

Rock N Roll


About noon the wind picked up beyond a breeze and by 3pm was gusting to 45mph. Even the birds weren’t flying.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Feel the Wind Blow

Here in Yarnell last night the wind blew with gusts at 30-35mph, along with heavy rain. The trailer was rocking, curtains billowed, windows whistled, the tarp over the front rattled, and things outside clattered. I figured the garbage can had blown to the next county. Quite a cacophony.

This morning when I finally peek out the curtains to read the thermometer, 34°, this is what I saw...

Berta and I just built that fence about two weeks ago. Guess we’ll have to try again and do it right this time.

Now it’s snowing, but not sticking.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

More blown away

And I thought Thursday was windy.

Yesterday morning I went out to the Point Imperial overlook at Grand Canyon to rove. Not really too many visitors to talk to. The wind was gusting about 40mph causing a wind chill of 40°+. I hunkered into a corner against a railing to avoid the worse blasts and enjoyed the view.

An elder hostel group arrived and one man lost his newly purchased Zion ball cap to the canyon via a pinyon pine tree.

After hanging out for over an hour I walked back to my truck to eat lunch. I’d barely bit into my sandwich when I heard over the park radio that the scenic road was being closed for safety due to high winds possibly approaching 60mph. There was only one other vehicle in the parking lot so I walked back to the overlook and informed the couple that we had to leave.

Why close the road? Because of past fires there are many standing dead trees along the road. Crews had already been out clearing roads the night before and that morning. No sense taking a chance.

After telling the LE (Law Enforcement) parked at the junction that Point Imperial was cleared of visitors I continued to the Widforss trailhead and found no parking available. So I found a wide spot just up the road to finish my lunch and waited for a vehicle to leave. When I did park there were many people milling around, wanting to know when the scenic road would reopen and what the weather forecast was.

NOAAs report around noon: high 64°, low 16°, SSW winds at 23/mph with gusts of 37/mph and a 10% chance of snow flurries after midnight.
Gunnar Widforss - Golden Birches

Some people left in a hurry. I went for a hike on the Widforss trail named for Gunnar Widforss, a famous canyon painter who took up residence during the 1920s.

What a beautiful place to be. Even in the wind.

After working at the visitor center for a couple of hours explaining why the scenic road was closed I led a sunset walk to Bright Angel Point. Seven sturdy visitors braved the wind and cold with me as I explained how people throughout history have seen Grand Canyon many different ways, for development, preservation, hunting, prospecting, exploring, as an obstacle, and as home. My favorite quote comes from Lt. Joseph Christmas Ives after an 1857 exploration of the western canyon. He reported to the U.S. War Department, “The region is of course altogether valueless. Ours has been the first, and will doubtless be the last of whites to visit this profitless locality.”


I finished my evening watching the space station fly overhead.

And I’m still blown away by Grand Canyon.


Thursday, October 9, 2008

Blown away

High winds at Grand Canyon.

I was almost blown away at work today as I walked out the Bright Angel Point trail. I had secured my Ranger hat with a strap under my ponytail so it wouldn’t be blown away into the canyon. A gust hit, I grabbed a tree, and thought this must be how the flying nun felt the first time she flew.

I was blown away this morning listening to NPR about the scary state of the world economy. Where’s all the money? Who’s got it all? I really don’t get it. Except that at this time I’m glad I’m already poor as I have less to loose.

I’m blown away watching the political campaign when all is hear is ugly and denial. How can I trust these guys.? Don’t they work for “we the people”?

I’m blown away that the ignorance of discrimination by “race” is still an issue in this melting pot called America. Aren’t most of us immigrants?


I’m blown away by all the corruption?

I’m blown away that I’m ranting about all this here.





I’m also blown away by the breathtaking beauty of the Aspens.

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