Showing posts with label Grand Canyon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grand Canyon. Show all posts

Sunday, June 26, 2022

Home At Last!

I arrived in Flagstaff to find the National Forest closed. Fortunately, having traveled this way many times, I knew a place.

This morning I discovered there are pot shards scattered about in an area of volcanic ash where it seemed unlikely there'd have been anyone camped. Still, it was nice to know they'd been here. Somehow the shards are more appealing than Bud Light cans.

By the time I was nearing the Vermilion Cliffs, it was time for a nap. When I awoke, I could hear the sound of running water. I crossed the highway to find this flash flood in progress.





Exploring roads I'd noticed on previous trips, I came out to an overlook a few miles below Lee's Ferry. The morning sun'll light the cliffs.





I wonder if the strains of accordion practice reached Cliff Dwellers Lodge?

Saturday, June 19, 2021

Grand Canyon Smog

Last summer I couldn't handle the elevation and took 89 (the northern route) from Kanab, Utah to Page, Arizona.


This summer I'm doing better and decided to take 89A up onto the Kaibab Plateau and see how I do at 8,000 feet (2438.4m). I have to stay on top of my meds (fortunately, less than a 1/4 inch of additional elevation), but unlike last year when simply being brought on headaches and debilitating fatigue, this time I was able to make camp (unload & load) and even do a bit of ambling about.


An inviting fire ring...


 



Location Shot




Vermilion Cliffs


The smog is so bad you can't see 10 miles. I quit going to Grand Canyon back in the '70s when it -- the haze -- occluded the views. It'd clear in January and then you could make out the North Rim. No longer.

Now, regardless of the time of year, if you look at promotional pictures online, even the nearest monoliths are fuzzy; North Rim is nothing more than a concept.

The sign outside the museum says some of the particulates have come all the way from China. Yeah, right! What about the Four Corners coal-fired power plants...the incredible amounts of diesel fumes emitted by the gigantic trucks and diggers used in the huge, open-pit mines around Globe?

Thursday, October 31, 2019

You Knew That

First published in 1956, an amazing translation by Sylvia-Monica von Kospoth in collaboration with Estelle R. Healey, I had to chuckle at the mention of the Western mans' view that: "Nothing is more opposed to the modern Western ideal of beauty than the big belly." (p.54, Inner Traditions, Vermont). Their turn to feel the SHAME women have suffered for eons!

Durckheim makes fascinating the uses, implications and attitudes that surround the term and gives examples of the role of hara and how it pervades nearly every aspect of Japanese culture. And to top it off, he shows how it's an integral element of the Western mind...in spite of their denial.

                                               Enjoy!

                                  (As only a German could! And let's hear it for von Kospoth!!)




Hara, Overlanding & Onanism



I once ventured into the North Rim Visitor Center. There, like a Duane Hanson sculpture,


Image gleaned from Artnet

a motionless couple stood -- as if transfixed by a TV -- in front of the map that showed how many miles it was from there to elsewheres.

I'd just hiked from the south rim and upon entering, immediately went into shell-shock. And then, with wonderful irony, the alienation was furthered by the young ranger behind the counter launching into a vituperative excoriative -- obviously wrought from long-repressed exasperation -- of  those who "weren't there yet." All they wanted to know, she said, was how many hours it was gonna take.

I once got an example of what she meant when a man proudly told how they, he and his wife (More likely just he, as he, always drives.), had made it all the way from Albuquerque to Kingman, a distance of 471 miles, in one day. At the time, I'd happened, that very day, to beat my record of 25 miles with a totally-smug twelve and a half.

In Overlanding it's about, "Isn't this a gorgeous spot?" and, likely uttered when walking, the maybe-even unspoken, "Let's go see what's over there!"



Hara: The Vital Center of Man
(Durckheim, 1956, Inner Traditions, Vermont)
pp 101-103

"To begin with, man regards the instinctive consciousness as the opposite of the mind, for he knows as yet nothing of a development from the pre-personal, via the personal, to the supra-personal, wherein each stage pre-supposes and includes the preceding one. He sees, at first, only a succession of mutually exclusive forms of consciousness through which he ascends from his instinctive nature, through entanglement in personal feelings, to the height of rational thinking, clear and free from the shackles of instinctive as well as of emotional attachments. The development of the human being as a totality appears, from the viewpoint of the rational I as follows: first the mastery of the instinctive drives, then overcoming the limitations of the subjective I, and finally the ascent to the real "objective" morally developed I. On this scheme his striving should result in his being the master of his instincts and the servant of his mind or spirit in the realm of his heart. But actually something quite different appears. Out of his heart's need it may one day dawn on him that his connection with the Ground of Being which he has regarded as merely Nature's dangerous dark work is ruining the wholeness of his life. In the same way he may realize that in orienting himself upwards by the sole strength of his mind, which lifts his conceptual thinking into a guiding principle, he is missing the truth of life.  And one day the moment may come when the sufferer will perceive something beyond the boundaries of his shrunken understanding which opens up a new horizon. If he takes this experience seriously he will soon doubt the trustworthiness of his three-pronged scheme of development. The distinction of Below, Middle and Above in the sense of that lower body, heart and head symbolize merely the instinct-bound, the worldly, and the rationally-fixed consciousness, will no longer satisfy him. For now it will be obvious that the way nature, soul and mind have been understood is merely the way in which the whole pattern of life has been reflected in the mirror of the I.

When the little I withdraws and its working pattern is no longer the sole guide to the recognition of reality, life will disclose new horizons, gain new dimensions, increase in breadth, height, and depth. Those formulae in which man perceived his reality as three-fold and arising from nature, will indeed recur as a pyramid of concepts, but then they will have a new meaning and a broader base. The region of the heart, as the medium of endurance and self-proving in the world will still hold a central position. But like nature below and mind above the heart region itself will gain a wider significance.  Nature, soul and mind will no longer be separate, self sufficient spheres, but pointers to a supernatural whole. In the total experience of a wider life, instinctive nature, supporting the I from below, expands in Great Nature. The confined and suffering soul, enmeshed in its subjectivity, deepens into the Great Soul. And the mind, chained to the intellectually comprehensible, is lifted to the level of Universal Consciousness."


Yah! Sehr Gut! Nicely put, don' chew tink?






TMI WARNIN' !  Sie may wanna schtopp here und readen sie about onanism before continuingk.








I try and start and/or end my day (sometimes both!) with an onanistic orgy  And having recently discovered I may be a carrier of HPV (There's not a test for men and supposedly we ALL have it, and though it may have been from another, SHE tested positive.) I decided to morph my Tantric practice to include it, onanism, that is. Fortunately, Durkheim mentions that practice is fundamental to finding and sustaining hara. So, now I call it practicing. But it's the process, dontchyaknow?

Here's a link to Lokita & Steve Carter's The Breath of Love videos (under PRODUCTS on their website). The three videos provide an overview, quick-step, and extended, step-by-step guide to a Tantric session; both are clothed (well, Steve is in shorts and no shirt) and the exercises are of a fundamental rather than advanced nature, but are detailed enough to provide years of "practice." At least, they have for me. Their website.



And then there's this tidbit...

From: The Way of Transformation(London: Allen & Unwin, 1971)...



"The person who, being truly on the Way, falls upon hard times in the world, will not, as a consequence, turn to that friend who offers him refuge and comfort and encourages his old self to survive. Rather, he will seek out someone who will faithfully and inexorably help him to risk himself, so that he may endure the suffering and pass courageously through it, thus making of it a 'raft that leads to the far shore.'

"Only to the extent that a person exposes himself willingly over and over again to annihilation, can that which is indestructible arise within him.

"In this lies the dignity of daring.

"Thus, the aim of practice is not to develop an attitude which allows a man to acquire a state of harmony and peace wherein nothing can ever trouble him. On the contrary, practice should teach him to let himself be assaulted, perturbed, moved, insulted, broke and battered--that is to say, it should enable him to dare to let go his futile hankering after harmony, sure ease of pain, and a comfortable life in order that he may discover, in doing battle with the forces that oppose him, that which awaits him beyond the world of opposites.

"The first necessity is that we should have the courage to face life and encounter all that is most perilous in the world.

"When this is possible, meditation itself becomes the means by which we accept and welcome the demons which arise from the unconscious--a process very different from the practice of concentration on some objects as a protection against such forces. Only if we venture repeatedly through zones of annihilation, can our contact with what is Divine, with what is beyond annihilation, become firm and stable.

"The more a person learns whole-heartedly to confront a world and way of living that threatens him with isolation, the more are the depths of the Ground of Being revealed and the possibilities of new life and Becoming opened for him."

(Karlfried Graf von Durckheim, "The Way of Transformation," pp. 107-8)



And yuh know what? It's bullshit. Confrontation is for egoists. Ignore the world and there's no threat of anything; isolation is the dread of sheep. What Leary said still applies, "Tune in, turn on, drop out."

But I do feel sorry for the polar bears.




Sunday, October 25, 2015

The Fluffiness of Ocotillos



The plan was to visit a little-known overlook at the South Rim of Grand Canyon followed by a slow wend up to the North Side. 

               At camp that evening, 

                                  not far from Williams, Arizona, 

                                                  it was warm enough to comfortably make dinner

                                                                                                                         and 

                                                                           enjoy the evening sky.



In the morn however, it was a different story. Mixed clouds with a chance of dog biscuits (we're cat people, dontchya know?) discouraged any inclinations toward the breakfast lingers. We wuz on duh rode at an unprecedented 10:30 a.m.

By noon I was at the Geology Museum on the South Rim. There was (similar to there is instead of there are) intermittent drizzles whose localized sheets of misting made for great photos; they also helped distract from the fact that you can no longer clearly see farther than the first line of formations.  I was surprised to read on the big info placard outside the museum about how the haze is man-made and even comes from as far away as Asia (wow!!..to quote Andy Warhol). And although on a good day, they go on to say, it's now clearer than it was, on a bad day it's as bad as ever.

It took a while to locate the spot, but the Great Cosmic Furrball beneficently held the wet at bay during the hike out, while the sun set, and all the way back to the parking lot. But by Tusayan, the supply hamlet a few miles south of The Park Entrance, it was pouring. It was reaaallly dark when I pulled under the big ponderosa back at the North-of-Williams camp (NOT Kaibab Lake C.G. If boondocking-curious, email for directions).

The next two weeks were spent one-jumping ahead of the reins. Between grumbles about mildew & wet tarps, I marveled at the fluffiness (fluffiness!!!) of the ocotillos along Chicken Springs Road, the first leg to Alamo Lake*. When everyone else was ready to hang it up after a long, hot summer, they are partying heartily. 



Fluffy



This is as close as I wanted to get. Water, especially lakes, gives me the heebie-jeebies. 






Kingman's blue sky inspired new optimism. Happily humming We've Only Just Begun, I took highway 93 twenty miles (perzakly) to Big Wash Rd, about two miles beyond Chloride. I'd read about Big Wash in a trip log on Overland Frontier (couldn't find it now) and was eager to see for my self. But, again, the rains came. 

After some reflection I recalled that my new, improved, laptop-charger had probably arrived from China and I should return to Albuq to get it. While there I volunteered to fix fence in the Gila Wilderness to keep cows out of wolf habitat. Hopefully Obama's and Governor Brown's (of California) 


                       efforts to mitigate climate change 


                                       will have an effect


                                       within the next few days


                       and it'll stop raining. 


This too may have potential. 






* I made it to within about five miles of Alamo Lake, but espying, thru binocs, a bevy of RVs, I decided to put down roots where I wuz. If u 2 eschew (it rhymes!) close proximity of others, watch for the spot on the left near the top of the hill overlooking the lake. There's one right at the top on the right, but it doesn't have the view of the canyon to the northeast.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

The Gallery In Williams

Several weeks ago three artists at The Gallery in Williams (Arizona, that is) granted interviews. Now, finally, they can be seen on Youtube. Please enjoy videos of 

Don Nord...





....a cabinet maker who's taken his skills to another level. He combines his love of woodworking with turbine blades from helicopters that fly over the Grand Canyon, railroad spikes from the Grand Canyon Railroad, and gears, piston rods and such from automobiles. 

Amy S. Martin...





...is a rower with the Arizona Department of Fish & Wildlife. She rows on Colorado River trips and photographs as she goes. She is also a former Peace Corp worker (this link is to a project she's working on) who is interested in helping the stateless peoples' of the Dominican Republic.

and

Tom Williams...




...co-owner and a gallery founder, Tom makes beautiful bells from propane tanks and sculptures using the shoes of mules that trod the trails of the Grand Canyon. His "Shoeguaro" sculpture won Best in Show at the Flagstaff 2012 Recycled Art Exhibition (coordinated by The Artists' Coalition of Flagstaff). A collaborative sculpture is installed at the Lowell Observatory in Flagstaff.