Dreams, Moments, Travels
Please note: this post was added to my blog in 2022. Don’t mind the copyright either; Klaus Engelhardt took this photo of his daughter/our niece Katharina and her “Oma Jutta,” a.k.a. Caroline’s mom. I’m adding this for continuity as we often received photos from Germany, but for some reason or other, probably because I hadn’t taken the photo, I never included any of them here. Over time I’ll be trying to insert a couple here and there.
Our Cat, she’s not really the nicest cat around and she’s only about 12 years old. We had another cat, his name was Andy, but he passed away last year. According to Caroline, this is our last cat, cold, cold heart.
The 51 freeway driving home after watching Amitabh Bachchan’s new film, Black. Black is about a blind, deaf girl learning from her teacher how to see as he slips into Alzheimer’s. This was Sanjay Leela Bhansali’s newest film since releasing Devdas and is his second film dealing with a handicap following Kamoshi – The Musical, which features one of my all-time favorite Bollywood soundtracks. It was from Kamoshi where I fell in love with Alka Yagnik’s voice and what compelled me to buy tickets some years ago to go see her perform live here in Phoenix.
Whatever happened to flames and pinstriping?
Holding the book for her advanced Java programming class and a new issue of Spiegel, Caroline is on her way to Paradise Valley Community College in Phoenix, Arizona.
With upwards of 11 feet of snow on the road ahead, there was no visiting Cedar Breaks National Monument today.
It’s nice to visit places with snow as opposed to living in places with snow, and the opportunity to visit on such a blue-sky day is just an absolute delight.
Friendly horses next to the side of the road also help bring another level of happiness to our travels.
And then we arrive at another National Park and have to stop for yet another selfie in front of the park sign.
This is such a beautiful place with fond memories of our first visit back in 1999.
The deep blue sky forms the perfect backdrop for the bands of red rocks punctuated by puffs of sage and a few random trees.
Carved out and worn down, the sandstone that remains offers many hints of what was once here before the weather and time wore the earth down.
Epic views pop out at you when driving into the park. If only we could walk in instead of rushing in with a car.
My less-than-virgin steps into the icy waters of the Virgin River right here in Zion National Park.
The colors of fall hang on until spring starts to show its face, which is still about six weeks away.
Never thought we’d visit this corner of Arizona. Welcome to the Arizona Strip, the one corner of the state you cannot visit if you are trying to get here from Arizona. The only way in and out is from Highway 15, which crosses between Utah and Nevada.
The memory of Lake Mead lapping at the spillway feels like it was 100 years ago. The white rock is bleached from when the waters were that high.
While it may still be winter in Utah, here in Arizona, south of the Hoover Dam, it is apparently springtime already.
Our last glimpse of the Colorado River as it makes its way down to Havasu Lake before a trickle of the flow might make it to Mexico. Our weekend jaunt is over, and with about 45 minutes of light left, we’d be getting home in the dark. All-in-all it was a great little trip that put great little smiles on our faces.