Posted by: this montana life | June 14, 2011

What? Another Restoration?

Our first week of good weather and we’re restoring one of our vintage campers. What’s wrong with this picture? I wonder what the ratio of actual camping is to trailer restoring when you own a vintage trailer.

This latest round of restoration all started with a paint job. I figured before I sold Rocky, sniff sniff :-( , she would need a new paint job. Which led to reattaching the skin where it had loosened throughout the many dirt miles. Which led to putting my hand on the undercarriage wood. Which led to feeling damp, wet, spongy wood. All this in turn led to a sinking feeling that repairs would be needed before she is sold.

For a brief second my integrity meter dipped downward as I thought, “Hell, just put her together, paint her, and sell her.” But I just knew that she deserved better treatment from me as she certainly has given me hours of countless bliss during our travels. I guess the old saying goes: If you wanna play, you gotta pay. Well, this is the paying part.

After a day of “catching up” to me poor Embee finally got on board with this latest restoration. For those of you who know me know that I suffer from permanent ulner and median nerve damage to both arms which leaves me with less than half the strength and stamina I used to have. So Embee becomes my hands in any project I undertake that requires even a miniscule amount of muscle. It doesn’t seem fair to either of us–but that is the card with which we are dealt.

Ok, back to the story. Embee foolishly went on a bike ride with our buddy Paulo and left me at home with Rocky. By the time he returned I had crawled under Rocky’s rear-end (yep, she is definitely a girl) and discovered that the entire curbside and driver’s side rear corners were rotted out. My Dad once taught me that if you can push a screwdriver through the wood, it’s rotten. Well, in this case, I could push my index finger through the wood with ease. Most of the wood was acting like a sponge and when I touched it water oozed out.

So began the demolition. It’s a good thing I took lots of pictures so we can try to puzzle it back together. This project will require replacing one complete corner of the wood framing/foundation and both rear corner upper framing.Day one of destruction/restoration.

 

We were both relieved when 5:00 pm came and we had to get cleaned up to meet friends for dinner. Otherwise I’m afraid we might have been at it until the sun went down! Embee working his tail off while I supervise.

We are both looking forward to getting this restoration done and Rocky sold to a new home. Only then can we go camping in Gina with a clear conscience.

Posted by: this montana life | May 27, 2011

Always Trolling

Ooooh an Astrodome possibly?

Yesterday Embee, our friend Paul, and I went for a drive to check out all the local flooding (yeah…slow day on the home front). While driving through the small prairie towns my eyes kept sweeping around watching for old trailers tucked behind barns and houses. I was not disappointed, but this sweet Shasta (???) wasn’t tucked safely behind any outbuilding; it was just sitting in the middle of a cow pasture grazing and being kept company by an old truck.

This lovely Astrodome (???) was protected by a “No Trespassing” sign so it was safe from any deeper probing by me. But I sure do wish I could find the owner and see if they would be willing to sell it to me for a small sum. I need a new project!!!!!!

Posted by: this montana life | May 21, 2011

Gina Gets Dressed Up

Gina Gets Dressed Up

Here is the dinette area before the new curtains and cushions and before I hit the thrift shops. Not too exciting, huh?

Picture of dinette area before decorating

Dinette area before decorating

And here it is after a bit of shopping and staging:

Picture of dinette area after decorating

Dinette area after decorating

Then I went to town decorating the kitchen area with hopefully era-appropriate items. I don’t really remember much about 1972 since I was in junior high and very self-absorbed. Who at that age paid much attention to home decorating? One thing I do remember is the acrylic grapes Mom used to have on the end table, but I haven’t been able to find a bunch of those yet!

Picture of kitchen area

Picture of kitchen area

Picture of ice bucket and glasses

Ready for cocktails anyone?

Picture of kitchen area

One more picture of kitchen area

Picture of props

No kitchen is complete without one of those religious tea towel calendars. I love how this one has the months crossed out in red marker! I was amazed that I actually found a 1972 calendar perfect for my ’72 Gina.

Picture of cloth calendar

1972 Tea towel calendar

Picture of macrame

Macrame anybody?

It was my lucky day as I found a macrame towel holder in the perfect colors! Did someone unload their Aunt Bloatie’s kitchen on the thrift stores just before I got there?

Picture of table setting

Table is set and ready for a romantic evening at the trailer park (is that an oxymoron?)

The trailer is ready for vintage camping. Now all we need is a day or two with sunshine and we can hit the road for a little fun.

(Photos courtesy of my daughter who has a eye for perspective and beauty!)

Posted by: this montana life | May 6, 2011

Make Your Own Awning–Step by Step

I’ve had a few inquiries into how I sewed my own awning for my Compact. I made mine for under $50 (Hey! The $50 Awning Job!) and have written down a tutorial. It helps if you can get the awning fabric on sale. I didn’t buy the Sunbrella fabric but rather used a nice awning canvas purchased at JoAnn fabric. They frequently have 50% off coupons which makes a good savings when the fabric is $15-$20/yard and you need 7 plus yards of it). Also, make sure you use a high quality and sturdy thread for the job. I sewed this just using my cheap $150 Singer so you don’t need a heavy duty machine.

Measure the width of your awning rail. I made my awning two inches shorter than the awning rail so I could whittle down wine corks to plug up the ends to keep the awning in the rail during high wind weather.

Determine how far out in front of your trailer you want your awning to go. I chose 7 feet and have been quite happy with that but I have seen much longer ones for sale. I think it depends on the size of your trailer and how much shade you want. The 7 feet works perfect for my little Shasta compact.

Cut your fabric to the measurements you’ve decided, making sure to leave seam width allowances. Since my fabric wasn’t wide enough to make the width I had to use two lengths of 7 feet each and sew them together in the middle. Example: My awning rail was 84 inches wide. My fabric was only 50″ wide. I cut two 7 foot long pieces at 42 inches wide each and sewed them together with a middle seam using 1/2″ seam allowance.

Sew the middle seam using a french seam (where you sew it once wrong sides together 1/4”, then encase the seam by sewing another seam, but right sides together 1/2). Here’s a website that gives good directions for this:

http://www.sewneau.com/how.to/french.seam.html

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Cut the scalloped skirt (this addition is optional but it sure makes the awning look vintage and cute!). I cut mine 7 1/2” x the length of the awning (7 feet). Fabricate two of these–one for each side. Then cut one more to go along the front of the awning..whatever width you have chosen. You may have to join pieces like mentioned above (french seam) to make the width and lengths needed. I made sure that my stripes were vertical on all 3 sides as this was the way vintage ones were made. For the scallop edges I found a plate with a diameter of 7 1/2 inches and traced the half-round scallops along the bottom edge of the skirt. I’m kind of a perfectionist so I fussed around with the plate until I was sure I would have a complete scallop at each corner edge (where the sides meet the front).

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Bind the scallop skirt: Using white seam binding tape (double fold bias tape 1/2”) and using a zig zag stitch stitch the binding tape to the scalloped edge of the skirt starting at the upper back edge (the edge that will be next to the trailer) . Do not apply the binding tape to the front corner sides of the skirt. These are the edges of the skirt that will meet up in the front to form the side and front corners. So, for the front skirt you won’t sew the binding up the outside edges of the skirt but will start at the beginning of the curved scalloped. You will stitch the seam binding on the corners after you sew the corner seams together. This I had to fuss around a bit to figure out how to do it, and I came up with this. I’m sure if you figure out a better way it would work too!

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Stitch the front skirt onto the front of the awning with wrong sides together and using 1/4” seam allowance. Next encase this seam with seam binding tape and sew it using a large zig zag stitch. This gives you a double seam and I think adds more strength to the awning.

Stitch each side of the skirt
to the sides of the awning in same manner as front (1/4” seam). Stitch the two corner seams together using 1/4” seam allowance). Now sew on the seam binding tape using a large zig zag stitch starting at the back (trailer end) of the seam and wrapping the tape around the front corner seam ending at the front lower edge of the corner of the awning. Again, if you fuss around and find a better way to do this…all the better!

Now comes the hard part–sewing a cable or rubber tube into a length of folded over awning material, and then stitching it to the back of the awning (the trailer side). I measured the diameter of my awning rail opening (it was 1/2”) and went to my local hardware/feed store (Big R) and bought rubber-wrapped twisted airplane cable the exact length I needed to feed into the awning rail (2 inches shorter than the awning rail). This stuff is a bugger to cut so it’s best to have them cut it to the exact length you need. I think I bought 3/8” and knew that when I wrapped my material around it it would fit snugly into the awning rail opening which is 1/2″. You don’t want it too snug as you will be struggling to get the dang awning threaded in. You also don’t want it too loose as then you will be constantly fighting it to stay in (unless you do the wine cork trick I mentioned above! One for each side. Guess that means you have to drink two bottles of wine…shucks!)

Place the cable or tube on a length of awning fabric two inches longer than the cable or tube and three inches wider than the cable or tube. Fold over the top edge of the fabric to meet the bottom edge. Using a zipper foot sew the cable or tube snugly into the fabric, not unlike sewing a cord to make fancy upholstery binding. At the ends of the cable/tube fold over each end of the fabric twice to completely enclose the ends and stitch these down. This will keep the cable or tube securely in place and it is now completely encased!

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To make a finished edge on this tube thing (long edge) fold under the awning fabric 1/2” once and stitch this under. This still leaves about an inch with which to sew the cable/tube contraption to the back of the awning. When you sew this onto the back of the awning make sure it sticks out far enough like a flap that you can slide it into the awning rail.

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Lastly, set in place two grommets as close to the front corner edges as possible. Make sure these grommet holes are large enough to accommodate the awning poles you have chosen, but not too large that the poles swim in them. (I sewed in two squares to reinforce each corner edge before I placed the grommets.) I purchased the grommets and tools at my local fabric store and they were pretty inexpensive and easy to affix.

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I went to Wal Mart and bought the telescoping Coleman tent poles, but I’ve read on the forum that these aren’t as strong as others available. I couldn’t beat the price ($10 each) and since my trailer and awning is fairly small they work ok. But I can see the advantage to having stronger poles–especially in windy times! I once had to get up at 1 am to rescue my awning which had loosed itself and was hanging half off the rail. (Needed stronger corks)

Hope this helps and isn’t too confusing. I’m not stellar at giving directions or instructions so with luck I haven’t forgotten a step! I am willing to answer any questions anyone may have. Just e-mail me.

I also offer sewing services for awnings. Just buy the fabric of your choice (outdoor poly/cotton blend) and mail it to me along with the dimensions. My prices are reasonable: $150.00 plus shipping back to you. I have found fabulous awning fabric at www.fabricguru.com for good prices. Also, I have purchased fabric from Joann’s Fabric when they have the 50% coupon. I made my first awning for under $200.00. And it looked suhweet!

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Posted by: this montana life | May 5, 2011

Fish-1, Me-0

I chose an out of the way fishing access site for my first Montana camping trip of the year—the Dearborn Fishing Access. This site nestled among willow and rocks with a steep scramble down to the Missouri River offered me the perfect getaway. The security of riverfront houses just a hundred yards away was also a draw—especially for a lady camping solo.

Picture of Missouri River from Dearborn FAS

Looking downstream from the shoreline at Dearborn Fishing Access Site

Hitching up Gina was a breeze as I did the mental checklist to get on the way. Since it was only one night out I didn’t have to think too hard about supplies. Propane: check. Battery: check. Ice: check. Water: check. Eggs and sausage: check. Tamales: check. Fishing pole: check. Wine: check.  Ready to roll!

Heading south on the interstate I started to unwind and feel the freedom. There are a multiple of camping opportunities offered at the Fish Wildlife and Parks fishing accesses. Some are open spaces right next to the river where many campers can camp. Some are just single sites equal to a dirt pull off and that’s about it. But they all have in common the pit toilet, picnic table, and campfire ring. As well as a nice shoreline to cast your line and hope for a lunker.

Picture of Gina at the Dearborn Fishing Access Site

Gina at the Dearborn Fishing Access Site

After I had Gina set up I grabbed my fishing pole and scrambled down the short cliff for a little relaxing, fishing, and contemplating. My fingers were crossed that I wouldn’t catch anything since I didn’t want to have to watch the poor thing die and then cut off its head and gut it (that’s EmBee’s job and he wasn’t there). Weeds were abound close to the shore so each time I felt a tug it was just a hook full of sedges. So I moseyed upstream just a bit where the water was faster. My first cast made its way nicely into the current and I reeled in nothin’ but water. I was determined that my second cast would make it even farther into the river so I gave it my all. Which jiggled my prescription sunglasses off my nose and down toward the river. I managed to snatch my glasses from a downstream float, but at the expense of my cast! There was my only spinner hooked securely in a willow tree overhanging the river. Hmmm…..maybe I shouldn’t have placed myself next to large vegetation; but at the time I figured I had the grace to stay out of harm’s way. Not so (for anybody that knows what a clutz I am they are probably chuckling right now).

Photo of Missouri River at Dearborn FAS

Looking upstream from the shoreline at Dearborn FAS

After about three minutes of indecision I decided to try to step gingerly on the downed tree branches and reach out over the river to reclaim my hook and spinner. The good news—I got it! The bad news—I soaked both feet up to the ankles in the river. More bad news—I hadn’t brought along an extra pair of shoes and socks. Oh well, not a complete disaster. I’ll just get a campfire going to dry them out.

After gathering enough wood from the shoreline I scrambled up to the campsite and proceeded to go through a whole box of *strike anywhere* matches trying to get that water-logged wood to light. Abandoning all hope of a campfire I retreated inside and seriously considered putting my sneakers into the oven at 250 for an hour. Better minds prevailed and I just gave up hope of having dry feet.

After a very laid back evening of outdoor reading and enjoying the scenery it was time to bed down. I knew that wind was forecast for the area but I wasn’t prepared for the gale force winds that hit at about 1:00 am! Since I didn’t unhook Gina from the rig I didn’t set the jacks up. That Montana wind swooped down the canyon and jostled and wiggled my poor little Shasta like it was a sapling in the wind. It finally settled down a few hours before sunrise so I did manage to get some sleep.

Missouri River shoreline--Dangerous Tree

Dangerous Tree for fishing hooks at Missour River shoreline, Dearborn FAS

Morning came and it was time to head home and back to reality for the regular household chores. All-in-all I’d have to say it was a successful first camping night in Montana with the promise of many more to come.

Posted by: this montana life | March 28, 2011

Play Ball

Felix Hernandez on the pitching mound

Felix on the pitching mound at Spring Training

Play Ball

I couldn’t spend a month in Arizona without catching a Spring Training ballgame (or two).  Since the underdogs always elicit my heart and support it’s not hard to figure out why I remain a Mariners fan—even after last season’s dismal record.

Letting bygones be bygones I headed to the Mariner’s Spring Training stadium in Peoria full of hope and a wad of money to buy the $7.00 beers and a $5.00 hot dog. I made this trip sans EmBee since the trails of the campground called to him more than watching seven innings of a potentially excruciatingly painful game of America’s favorite pastime.

Arriving at the stadium an hour ahead of the scheduled start was a must for me. I had heard of the autograph “tunnel” where players occasionally took pity on the fans and signed balls, programs, or pictures. Armed with a $1 program and a $3 sharpie I made my way to the appropriate area where I was one of the few adults amidst layers of kids thrusting arms through bars not unlike those covering prison windows. Feeling guilty that I might be taking an autograph away from one of these sweet little kids who had the corner on looking pathetically at the players I backed away from the front line. I soon figured out that most of these kids already had twenty or thirty autographs to their names.  I began to feel swindled by my magnanimous feelings.

It appears you need guts to get in the front and beg, plead, whine, and cajole the players into a signature. One player, Tom Wilhelmsen listed as a pitcher on the Mariners roster, must have the biggest heart of all baseball players. He signed every single item poked at him through the iron. I was too timid to get even HIS autograph. Sheesh. Oh well, maybe next year I thought as I walked toward my seat without a single autograph.

Ichiro!

Ichiro Suzuki saying--hit it here!

The game I chose to attend was against the Chicago White Sox. You see, our little city in Montana is host to one of the Sox’s Pioneer league farm teams. It was hard to stay rooting only for the Mariners as I feel somewhat kin to the Sox too! I found myself clapping wildly at a home run hit by a Sox player identified only by a number 85 on his jersey. The Mariners fans around me gave me the evil eye until I explained to them my misplaced alliance with the Sox also. Besides, Coach Ozzie Guillen is a super guy with a great sense of humor. It’s hard not to pull for a team with such fabulous leadership.

Picture of Ozzie Guillen

Ozzie Guillen, coach of White Sox, talking to the crowd

First Baseman Dunn for the Whitesox

First baseman Dunn--he is a HUGE guy

Some people may balk at going to large public events without a companion. I’ve always found that, daunting as it appears at first, I always make friends in the end. This year was no exception. I sat next to two lively intelligent ladies from the northwest. Mary Ann was from Oregon and Jeannie was from Auburn. I hate to admit this but we missed a couple of great plays during our animated discussions! We left the game with shared email addies and a promise to get together for a real game in Seattle in the summer.

Picture of the Mariners Dugout

Mariners in their dugout

An interesting gastronomical note: they serve margaritas at the Peoria stadium!!! Why settle for a $7 beer when you can have a $7 margarita I say!

The game ended way too soon with the Mariners beating the Chicago White Sox 8-3. After dropping too much money on souvenir hats and t-shirts at baseball camp I headed back to camp. Trailer camp that is.

Amazing blooms

Not quite as cuddly as the Mariners, but lovely nonetheless

Posted by: this montana life | March 22, 2011

Prescott to Surprise!

Prescott to Surprise!

We ate our way through Prescott’s best: The Raven Café, St. Michael’s Hotel Café, Iron Spur Café, and a GREAT Thai restaurant. My only regret is that we couldn’t try out all the fabulous restaurants. There were shops galore filled with jewelry, fine art, and pottery. The galleries were stupendous. And the people of Prescott were very very nice.

We camped about one mile outside of town in White Spar campground (forest service). We lucked out and had nice and quiet neighbors. Our site was at the head of a super trail for hiking and biking, which EmBee took full advantage of. Prescott is a very bikeable community as we found out from an extremely helpful lady at the High Gear Bike Shop. After telling her our story of the Crown King “expedition” she plastered me with Emergen-C Acai Berry packets full of the “B” vitamins to help alleviate my stress. It must have worked because hanging out in Prescott soothed many parts of my soul. There was freedom and creativity abound!

We headed west on 89 out of Prescott which brought us more of the curvey roads we’ve come to associate this part of Arizona with. A quite lovely and treacherous (although NOTHING compared to the Apache Trail) descent brought us out of the pines and back into the desert heading toward Surprise, our next destination.

Spring Training fever runs in my blood and being a True Blue Mariner’s fan (which I inherit from my parents) I couldn’t leave Arizona without seeing my favorite team in action. Hopefully this will be their season!!! The game for which I have tickets is against the White Sox which is cool because their little Pioneer League Farm Team plays in our home town back in Montana.

Arizona is host to some of the most spectacular state/regional campgrounds I’ve ever seen. White Tank Mountain Regional Park is my favorite for base camping out of to catch Spring Training games. Not to mention that it’s also full of fabulous trails for hiking and biking. If the weather cooperates.

Unfortunately, our first full day was quite soggy. EmBee used this rainy day as a chance to practice his environmental art.

EmBee--up to something...

EmBee--up to something...

 

Is it the Desert Bloom?

Is it the Desert Bloom?

Another piece of EmBee art

Another piece of EmBee art

Watch out wildlife or you’ll have to join the First Lady’s initiative and Get Out and Get Moving (with a crop full of marshmallows).

I used the rainy day as an excuse to drive into West Phoenix and visit “My Sister’s Closet”. WOW! All I can say is I wish we had one of these in Montana. It’s a consignment store with high-end label wear at a fraction of the original cost. My  kind of store!

Amazing blooms

Amazing blooms on those stickery things

It’s hard to believe that we have less than a week left on this dream month tour with Gina. There are still so many places I want to adventure in before we head back to the grips of the Montana winter. So I’m going to try really hard to live in the moment and enjoy each single second as it ticks away.

Next Blog posting—Mariners vs. White Sox!

Posted by: this montana life | March 20, 2011

Mountain Hollers and Funky Towns

Leaving Apache Junction

Leaving Apache Junction

Heading north looking for a bit cooler weather took us on quite an adventure. Perhaps adventure really isn’t the word to describe the relocation day. We scoured the maps and books we had looking for a nice place to tuck ourselves into around Prescott. Since we typically like the out-of-the-way places it comes as no surprise that we headed off on a dusty dirt road. After three miles we passed through the very small town of Bumble Bee with a population of 19 (people that is).

Bumble Bee

Bumble Bee

Rolling through Bumble Bee

Rolling through Bumble Bee

We continued on (and on, and on, and on) driving through such small towns such as Cleator. I loved the small Miller beer banner on the side of the road that said, “Last Cold Beer before Crown King”. If we had been smart we would have found a place to tuck in right there and feasted on cold beer. Not that I was looking for a cold beer, mind you—at least not by that time. But after the next six miles of dirt road we were all wishing we had followed our niggling intuitive voices and stopped in Cleator. It was starting to get dark and the campgrounds we sought were still six miles away on a very bumpy road when we rolled into Crown King. The only way I would describe this little mountain holler is that it had a strange resemblance to a town called Deliverance. I kept waiting to hear banjo music wafting through the pines toward Gina. My imagination ran rampant and wild as I envisioned men with brown spittle spat through crooked and missing teeth saying, “Sheeeeee-it. I done shot up better looking trailers than that one there.”  I guess when you venture 26 miles into the mountains on a dry and dusty road you should be prepared for the back woods. But then, perhaps I was prejudiced by spots on the map called “Lousy Canyon” and “Fort Misery”.

The road to Crown King

The road to Crown King--On our way down the huge switchbacks

We found a camping turn-out just off the road past Crown King and leveled up for the night. You can usually tell the IQ of the past campers based on what is left behind in the camp ring or behind the rocks and trees. What type of camper leaves behind a multitude of pink Playtex pushers of feminine products tossed randomly post plunging? Ick, Yuk, and all those other ishy words.

Just up the road from Crown King

Just up the road from Crown King

Once daylight came we got Gina the heck out of there and back onto the freeway searching for our next spot, which we found just outside of Prescott, lovely sweet funky Prescott. Full of sweet little shops and restaurants with heavenly menus.

The bartender at The Raven Cafe summed Prescott up in one sentence. “What’s to be in a bad mood about when you live here?”

More on Prescott in my next post!

Posted by: this montana life | March 12, 2011

The Apache Trail(er)

The Apache Trail(er)

Leaving Sedona’s seduction was like saying goodbye to your favorite art piece. You hope you’ll see it again just to feast your eyes on its loveliness….one more time.

We headed southeast and landed in a forest service campground outside of Payson called Houston Mesa Campground. Each camp spot was surrounded by pines and juniper. The only drawback was being the sole campers in the rounds. What? Drawback? Yes!

This site is managed by a firm called Resource Management and I would have to say that they were into micro-managing. Not an hour went by that we weren’t approached by an employee or one was scooting by the camp site on a golf cart to check on us. Our Forest Service pass was checked as well as our ID. Another employee came to make sure we knew we had to be gone by 1:00 (it was 9:00 am when we got this message). In addition an over-zealous camp hands gave us the hard sell on buying firewood from them vs. in town. Overall I would say that we felt as if a hovering house mother was watching our every move.

Next stop—Apache Lake. After driving along Theodore Roosevelt lake we turned onto Highway 88. The map we were using shows this as a scenic drive and an improved road. Ha! We soon found ourselves on an extremely curvey, upaved road called The Apache Trail. Originally this byway was a trail used by Apaches in their travel. Now it’s a 44 mile short cut to some of the most lovely spots in Arizona.

One night camped by Apache Lake was enough for us as a group of three from Flagstaff filled the entire space with their brand of drum thumping rock and roll all day and night.

Photo of the view from our campsite

View from camp site at Burnt Corral Campground

The Apache Trail is infamously known to most Arizonans and when any we talk to find out we towed a trailer over the trail they are duly impressed. Especially the mile long Fish Creek Hill. It starts at the bottom of a granite mountain and curves right around the side of it…straight up. EmBee kept reassuring me that hundreds of thousands of people drive this road annually and they all survive. All I could keep thinking about was the campground  host’s comments: “When you get to the top of Fish Creek Hill make sure you stop at the little Rest Stop and look over the rail. You’ll see all the cars down there that didn’t  make it. The tow companies don’t bother pulling them out. The only one they ever took the bother to pull out was the Sheriff’s car.”  Now that instills a deep level of comfort in any driver heading toward the hill. EmBee chuckled at me as I leaned on the horn at every curve on this road wide enough for just one car. There were occasional pullouts and we were lucky to meet only one car. I’m sure when they came around the corner and saw my big Chevy pulling Gina they weren’t feeling so lucky!

The top part of Fish Creek Hill

The top part of Fish Creek Hill

Picture of The Apache Trail

The Apache Trail--in the foreground and in the distance

Gina--letting out her breath at the Rest Stop at the top of Fish Creek Hill

Gina--letting out her breath at the Rest Stop at the top of Fish Creek Hill

Picture of Gina rolling from dirt road to paved road

Gina rolling off the dirt trail onto pavment--her sigh was audible in the Chevy

We are now tucked into the Lost Dutchman’s Mine State Park just outside Apache Junction waiting and biding our time to go see a Mariner’s Spring Training game tomorrow.

Posted by: this montana life | March 12, 2011

Sedona Redux

Sedona Redux

It was so easy to fall in love with Sedona in all her glory and crowned by the red rock formations. EmBee and I found the hiking to be world class and it seduced us slowly with every curve of the trails. Our favorite hike had to be Brinn’s Mesa which connected to Soldier’s Pass Trail which connected to Cibola Trail. This seven mile loop was the perfect hike taking us through many different types of vistas.

Hiking on the Brinn's Mesa trail

Hiking on the Brinn's Mesa trail

Every single step took us deeper into the secret Red Rock world of completeness. I know this sounds kind of “woo-woo” but Sedona casts a spell on you that leaves you slightly giddy.

EmBee heading down the trail

Embee heading dow the trail-Brinn's Mesa

Perhaps this is because of the many vortexes, also known as convergence zones, scattered throughout the area. Many new age believers flock to the town for experiences “out of this world.” Sedona capitalizes on these visitors in many ways. There is an eatery called the “Red Planet Diner” which guarantees that their burgers are out of this world. A multitude of crystal and rock shops dot the uptown roads. New age gurus offer enlightenment tours and candlelight meetings atop these various vortexes. One such guru’s website posted a testimonial from one lady that said she was so inspired by the vortex experience that she “ate dirt on the vortex and it changed her life.”

That said, I have to say that I did not eat dirt up on the vortex, but given more time to meditate I might have felt my center shift just a bit more to the inside. Next trip….

A highlight of this trip (so far) has been spending time with a group of women that are all phenomenally talented. My sister, Mary, has a knack for collecting imaginative and creative women that sparkle greater than the Hope diamond. We hiked, we shopped, we dined, we drank, and we did a project. Although I don’t have a finished product, I did end up with a necklace in the making. Moira, a delightful lady visiting from Scotland, walked us through making lovely crocheted/beaded/plaited necklaces.

At the end of our visit we all gathered around Gina for a group photo. If you look real carefully you will see the photographer’s image in the mirror behind the group.

Group photo of the Sedona crowd

Here we all are....what a lovely group!

We learned many a new phrase from Moira—my favorite being “moreish”. You use this word when you experience something quite pleasant and wouldn’t mind just a little more.  Moreish.  Nice, huh?

Sedona is a very moreish town.

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