Was that a mirage or a better way of life

Heading west out of Taos, New Mexico, my wife and I were bugging on down the road trying to make it to the area of southern Utah for the night.

We didn't make it.

Out on the horizon was a strange sight. Well, strange to us as we approached.

There were a lot of houses in the distance, but they looked distinctly different from what we are use to in southern Mississippi.

Most were widely spaced out in the land that was desert. The basic walls looked strange.

A lot of the walls were rounded. And the south-facing areas had banks of glass.

And then as we got closer, we saw the sign "Earthship."

We had to stop and take a look.

Although not as yet "truly off the grid" type of people, Linda and I were interested in their concept of an "off the grid ( self-sustained and not hooked up to any type of utility, water or sewer lines for which there is a monthly bill paid to someone else) living options.

We took a tour of the facilities (at a small cost) and found it quite interesting. 

Families were living in the desert keeping warm and cool through natural sources rather than paying a utility company. They also recycled collected water four times with the water directed to their gardens to grow fruits, vegetables and flowering plants.

I have entertained the idea of living "off grid" but having looked into the situation, it seems the initial investment may be cost prohibitive for some.

For someone just beginning on their journey in life, the costs would probably be recouped. 

But to each his own. Getting "off the grid" seems like a noble cause, but it takes a lot of ingenuity and building differently than what most local codes allow.

If one looks at some of the "gloom and doom" forecasts for the future, getting off the grid would be the right path to take.

Someone who learns early on how to be self sufficient in all ways, will find it easier to sustain life if the electric grids go down and transportation becomes so expensive that food costs too much or is impossible to obtain.

Our visit was rather revealing. We don't want to live in the middle of the desert, but some do. We like to see giant pine trees growing, as well as live oaks, sycamores and maple trees.

But then again, maybe some day the whole world will look like a desert and then we will have to adapt whether we want to or not.

Next post: Sunday, Sept. 12, 2010

A not so grand beginning to a grand day

When is 5 o'clock in the morning not really 5 o'clock?

When your wife wants to get up to see the sunrise at the Grand Canyon!

It was actually 4 o'clock. The sun wasn't scheduled to make its appearance until about 6 a.m.

She just didn't know how to set the alarm on her cell phone or either she forgot about the time change. I don't know.

Recollection has it on the fateful morning, at our site in Mather Campground, we were up and running shortly after the alarm went off. My wive always likes to be early.

We cranked up our trusty van and headed over to the rim.

It was dark. No light in sight. And no other crazy people like us anywhere to be found.

It was easy to find a parking spot. And it was also easy to find a spot to stand at the rim where one could see the first rays unencumbered.

I told her to secure her location. The warning was because if anyone else was going to show up, they would take the best spot.

She positioned herself, wrapped up in her blanket with camera at hand.

l wandered around. The sun coming up over the rim may  be pretty,  but it was not my kind of shot. I wanted to have people in my photo.

Time dragged on and she held her position. One by one and in twos or more, people started showing up. I guess they figured getting there between 5 and 6 was good enough.

More and more people arrive. There was a big crowd. And my advice to my wife paid off. She maintained her front-row position and became surrounded by strangers turned friends who exhibited their exhiliration at being there at daybreak.

What is it about a sunrise? 

Back home, most of these people would still be snuggled in their beds. It was the same sun.

But it was the Grand Canyon. And the gathering was grand. And the sunrise was grand. 

Another experience that makes us a part of something way bigger than what we are.

And that itself is a grand feeling!

Next post: Sunday, Sept. 5, 2010 (hopefully before midnight)

Traveling back in time through music

Boston skyline 

Oftentimes I take a trip without leaving my house -- or the coffee shop I frequent here in Ocean Springs, MS.

I turn on my computer, plug in the earphones and make my way to You-Tube.

I have always found the song I was searching for. And finding one song leads to another. And thus, I take a trip in my mind mingling songs with the reality in my life.

I love the opening guitar chord (and the song too) to "Please Come to Boston" by Dave Loggins.

Boston was part of an itinerary back in 1977 when my wife Linda and I quit our jobs, packed up our five-year-old son and hit the road in a van to see a large part of the US. 

We enjoyed the historic sites and beautiful scenery from Patti Page's "Old Cape Cod" all the way up to Mt. Desert Island and Bar Harbor, ME.

Beach at Cape Cod

Also on that trip we came into contact with the "Country Roads" of West Virginia so aptly described in the song by John Denver.

Another time, while traveling along the Great Lakes from Detroit and in to Canada and over to Niagara Falls, I couldn't get Gordon Lightfoot's "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" off my mind.

Although the boat and its crew of 29 went down in Lake Superior, there were similar boats we saw in the area to remind us the place in commerce that such boats and men played.

On another trip, as Linda went into the visitors center at a west Texas town, over the speakers outside, I could hear the refrains from one of my favorite country singers, Marty Robbins, God rest his soul, with his "El Paso."

El Paso

Its said you can't go back, but I would love to return to El Paso and find the campground where we stayed that time.

I don't remember the name or the location. We found it by accident, but what a great discovery. We pulled off a main thoroughfare and drove to where we could park our van in the rear.

The campground was secluded with a brick wall all around it. The restroom facilities, as well as I can remember, were the best ever. 

Clean, shining with inlaid tile throughout. Never have experienced such facilities since.

We didn't become acquainted with the rock band the Eagles music on a "dark desert highway" but it was on a desert highway, heading into Death Valley.

Along the side of the road with their thumbs stuck out (back then,1978, hitch-hiking was perhaps safer) was a Canadian couple -- David and Penny with their huge backpacks.

Death Valley National Monument

We decided to pick them up and they traveled with us for the following two days camping and visiting the sites in the area.

They were on the very beginning of what turned into an extreme odyssey -- a working trip around the world.

Years later we received word about their itinerary and its completion with their return to Canada.

They were fans of the Eagles and thought the cover shot of the "Hotel Calfornia"  album was taken at the Furnace Creek Hotel in Death Valley. It wasn't. The photo is of the Beverly Hills Hotel.

It was interesting though, thinking it might have been.

In 1973, on our first trip out West as a family, we covered some 7,000 miles in three weeks. 

Heading south out of Marin County in California, we crossed the Golden Gate Bridge and I found out what Tony Bennet was singing about.

During the past 37 years I've returned to the City by The Bay at least 15 times. The journeys will continue. The hunt to find where "I Left My Heart in San Francisco" is so delightful.

These are just a few of the songs that rekindle memories of places visited and adventures enjoyed.

(Note: Except for the San Francisco heart, all photos were taken from internet sites)

Next post: Sunday, August 29, 2010