dry. My adventures in the desert

Arid being dry. I think of a desert. I like deserts. I have been through and to a few. I spent a week cruising Lake Powell on a house boat. That was an adventure. When my sister in law suggested a house boat vacation on a lake, I had in mind mountains, pine trees,  small hamlets we would pull up to and dock. I think they filmed Planet of the Apes on Lake Powell. That was what it looked like, when we got there in the dead of night after a horrendous delayed plane trip and several hours of driving through the back roads of Nevada and Utah was it? Red rock after red rock after red rock. Huge slabs of rock. Not a pine tree to be seen and certainly no hamlets. No internet in those days to look up my fate.  The trip was one mishap after another. To numerous to tell ,but included bats, mice on deck, getting lost, a lot, docking at night with only a flashlight and a bad asthma attack to name a few. Another desert adventure was when I went across country with three guys that I worked with at St Francis hospital on Long Island. This was back in the eighties. I had two weeks off with no where to go. There were going on this road trip, so I tagged along. I only knew one of the guys pretty well. A  PA, I worked with. The other two were orderlies.  One of our stops was the Grand Canyon. We had a converted van and a tent, so we stayed at a campsite. Two of the guys and I decided to take a hike into the canyon. Not all the way down. I can never remember the name of it. I looked up. The bright Angel trail. I bought a pink  sweatshirt with the trail map on it. I lost it several years later when I  threw it off during a road race in NYC. I was hot and never went back to find it.  Well, none of us were seasoned hikers and we had no business starting a hike like that, in the afternoon.  Maybe we had a little water.  Getting down was not too bad, it was coming back up, where we hit a wall. I had to leave the two guys behind. One was vomiting and the other one fell asleep at one of those little lean Tos. whatever you call them. It was dark maybe 9 o’clock when I got up to the top. I had to find my other friend to help me. Finally the other two found their way back to camp.   Fast forward many years, a marriage two children and much older. A trip to Sedona. Sedona, Okay is beautiful. If you have not been there, you should go. My husband decided to take a hike up  at Lake George here in NY before we went. He hurt his hip and could hardly walk when we got to Sedona. Hiking,which is one of the main things to do there, had to be curtailed. It is always something. Here  he is  reading his I pad ,while attempted to hike Castle Rock, one of the famous vortexes there.


via Daily Prompt: Arid


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1 Response to dry. My adventures in the desert

  1. Gabriele says:

    God. I counted TWO or THREE novels there, wainting to happen. Seriously. The boat trip with sister in law and the three guys at the Canyon? I’d buy them without even reading the blubs. The marriage stories? Maybe rather connected stories, Olive Kitteridge style, or really long short stories like Alice Munro. You need space to develop the everyday crazyness of life and connection. Loved reading this! Wish you’d go on longer and more into detail … but hey, I’m not complaining. Just keep them coming.

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