Saturday, July 21, 2012

Colorado July 4th

We love spending the 4th of July at the cabin.  First, it isn't 110 degrees.  Second, as schedules permit, our children and grandchildren come up to join us.   This year we had Coleman and his family, and Afton and her boys.  That's 11 people, 8 boys, lots of food!!!  The locusts of Salt Lake Valley have nothing over these kids...or, like my mother who grew up on a farm used to say, " It was like feeding the thrashers."

We also love the small town feel of Bayfield on Independence Day.  It's an all day event, with pancake breakfast, parade, small town rodeo and naturally the fireworks, every bit as good as the big city, but no traffic.  We throw blankets (yes Phoenix...blankets and jackets to bundle up in) and lawn chairs into the back of the pick-up, and drive 10 minutes into town.  We park in the lot of the bank, set up our chairs and enjoy the fireworks flying directly overhead.  At the end of the show, everything is thrown back into the truck, and we are home in 10 minutes.  Did I mention no traffic?  Got to love that! Not to mention no dust, no temperatures above 100, and nobody is angry because we are too hot.  This year, because of the drought and fires, there was also no fireworks...Well, not in Bayfield anyway.  Mother nature provided our fireworks that night.  In the late afternoon it started to rain while Terry was cooking the hamburgers and hotdogs outside.  It was just sprinkling so no problem.  Later we enjoyed a light show, with lightening striking a tree on the neighbors property about 150 yards away.  Yikes it was loud!

My real reason for blogging was to send out some pictures.
We took a hike to Treasure falls. 




Afton with her camera.  She is more creative than we are.

















Our urban cowboys oldest to youngest.  Jason, Nick,Trevor, & Ryan (Cole's boys) Ethan (Afton's) Erik (Cole's) Aidan & Oliver (Afton's)  

 They were very cooperative about taking photos of them everywhere.  But it was difficult to get everyone looking the right was at the same time.

 One of Cole's dogs decided to join them. 

The bridge over the creek at our cabin. 
     







Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Rocky Mountain Adventures - More Than a Quad Ride

We have a lot of fun friends, so we were delighted when Lynn & Debbie Bedford decided  to accept our invitation to join us at the cabin.  Lynn is one of Terry's childhood friends and have remained friends for 60  years.  The oldest of 5 siblings, Lynn is somewhat of a tease and not unaccustomed to pulling a prank or two.  You cannot imagine the twinkle in his eye and the delight on his face when he pulls off a good one.  He is a retired FBI agent and the son of an FBI agent and can spin stories all night with the smallest amount of encouragement.  They are the friends we visited in Guatemala and also in South Africa.  When Afton was going to ask a boy to a backward dance, Lynn willingly (with the permission of the boys parents) arrested him as agent in charge and released him only after he agreed to accompany Afton to the dance. We have a lot of Lynn Bedford stories, but I will share just this one with you now. 

After Lynn graduated from college and became and agent at one point he was assigned a position in McAllen, Texas.  It was there he met Debbie, 19 years old, innocent and 8 years younger than Lynn.  I believe his prank happened at their apartment very shortly after they were married.  It was a hot day and they decided to go swimming in the apartment swimming pool.  As a football player and an agent, Lynn was accustomed to rigorous workouts at a gym to stay in shape, including swimming. For those occasions he wore a speedo but Debbie had never seen them.  So when she suggested they go swimming, Lynn put one on in jest.  He would have never worn them for a regular swimming activity.  Being young, and a new bride, Debbie didn't know what to say when he walked out and modeled his speedo asking if he looked o.k.  So she simply asked if he didn't have another swimsuit.  Lynn said certainly, and he went back into the bedroom and pranced out in yet another speedo, but in a different color.  Now Debbie's face was getting a little red, and she still didn't know what to say.  She didn't want to offend her new husband, but on the other hand she didn't want to go out in public with him wearing that suit.  So again, as politely as she could, she said she didn't like that one very much either, could he find another suit? He said sure, and went back to the bedroom to change.  This time when he came out, all Debbie could do was cover her eyes, yell oh no, and run into the bathroom crying and shut the door.  She had never seen a jock strap before and didn't know it was a joke. 

 Since we didn't take any pictures while they were here, you will need to see pictures of them in Africa.  They don't look much different even though it was 10 years ago. Below is Lynn after eating a Mopani worm.  He was willing to do this because he got a certificate if he did.
So we have had a delightful week with them here.  On our final day of the visit, we took them on a quad ride over Engineer Pass.  At 12,800 feet above sea level, the views are spectacular.  We ride over rough roads, once a stagecoach trail and past the mining town of Anamas Forks, now a ghost town.  We go from pine trees, to above the tree line, and into Arctic tundra.  It really is breathtaking and quite an adventure.  We see waterfalls, wildflowers, occasionally wildlife, and the remnants of mines. After about 5 hours of riding and exploring, we loaded the quads on the trailer and headed back home, but because we were hungry, we stopped in Silverton for a bite to eat. While on the trail I had talked to a local and he told me that the place to eat was Handlebars, so we went there.  We all ordered hamburgers, and I went to the ladies room while I waited for the order.  The facilities were small and occupied so after sometime I returned to the table and Lynn said he had ordered appetizers for all of us.  I looked at the plate and Lynn quickly said it was deep fried zucchini.  I brightened up, I love deep fried zucchini, although I rarely have it, but I was famished.  Looking at the plate though, I noticed that instead of ranch dressing to dip it in, they had barbecue sauce.  I said that was odd, and Lynn responded that it was a combination plate.  Some of it was zucchini and some was chicken.  I picked up a round piece and said I didn't think I would dip it in barbecue sauce, but after biting into it I determined that I must have the chicken so I tried the barbecue sauce.  As everyone ate, I would ask, "Did anyone get zucchini?"  To which they answered no.  (I didn't notice they were all trying to keep a straight face.)  So when the waitress returned, Lynn said, "Our order didn't have any zucchini on it.  The waitress smiled and said, "It must have gotten eaten by the Rocky Mountain Oysters" and she walked away.  Lynn was roaring.  He asked me if I had heard the waitress and I said yes and repeated what she said but I couldn't understand what that had to do with anything and I didn't know if she was heading to the kitchen to correct our order.  He asked me if I knew what Rocky Mountain Oysters were and I said sure.  Then he dropped the bomb.  Did you know you were eating them? Well I surely would not have eaten them if I knew.  But they did taste a little like chicken. 

If you are unaware of what Rocky Mountain Oysters are...look it up.

Monday, July 2, 2012

Detoured



                Have you ever been on a road trip and decided to take a side road just for the heck of it?  We rarely do that.  Terry gets in the car with a destination in mind and goes straight forward until he gets there, like a work horse with blinders on. He has always been focused both on the road and in life.            
               So, when we do get off the road, we usually know where we are going and what we are going to see.  Because of some of those detours, we have been able to enjoy beautiful vistas, or experiences that we would otherwise not have enjoyed.  Sometimes the road is bumpy and uncomfortable.  I remember one off road experience in Colorado that was downright scary, and Terry made us all get out of the car while he negotiated a turn, just in case the car slipped off the cliff.  Fortunately he did not slide 300 feet into the ravine and we made it back without injuries.
              Sometimes a detour is due to circumstances beyond our control.  I also remember an experience where an auto accident on the highway caused our delay.  There was no place to detour and so a destination that would normally take an hour and a half to complete, took us 5 hours.  As annoying as it was, we made the best of the experience by chatting with other drivers and sharing water on a very hot day.  We were more prepared than some for the unexpected.  The important thing was that we did eventually arrive at our destination.
            Life is a series of detours.  Some detours are by choice, other detours are brought upon us by circumstances beyond our control.  Often those detours are rough and uncomfortable and if you are lost, it is hard to find the right road to get back on track.  Aaron’s life has been one of many detours, so we were especially delighted to sit in the audience at Grand Canyon University to watch him finally graduate from college with a degree in Business Entrepreneurship.   He was seated toward the back of the graduates so we had a long wait.  While I was waiting to hear them announce “Aaron Scott Gardner” I was impressed with the presenter’s ability to pronounce some very difficult names.  With an area as diverse as ours, we were hearing Native American names, Asian, Hispanic, Middle Eastern, and occasionally names that I was sure the parents not only made up the name, but the spelling as well, to the point I would consider them unrecognizable.  Finally Aaron approached the podium and we heard loud and clear, “Aaron Silverfox Gardner”!  What?!?  Where most families in the audience applauded and cheered, the 7 of us just looked astonished and burst into laughter.  I guess Aaron couldn’t resist taking one more detour, this one from the truth.

 Aaron Silverfox Gardner




Friday, April 27, 2012

Rumors Abound

It has been suggested by a well respected physician that I received my injuries from a bar room brawl with my biker buddies.  Nothing could be further from the truth!  Nothing to see here folks.  Move along.


Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Nobody "Nose" the Trouble I've "Scene"

I was unusually wary as I returned to the crime scene.  It was a record hot day for April in the Valley of the Sun, but the perspiration I felt was not from the heat but an uneasiness that lurked in the back of my mind.  Would it happen again?  Could it happen again?  I glanced at the chalk outline where my body had laid prone against the hard, unforgiving concrete.  No luminol needed, the blood was still there as it was the day before, further evidence of a crime committed.
   
It was a two prong attack, quick and effective.  I had no time to think, no time to react.  I was at their mercy!  In one swift move the trailer tailgate grabbed and held onto my feet, while the cement driveway held it's position to smack me directly on the nose. I heard the crack when it hit me and I knew without a doubt that my nose was broken, but could I get away without further injury.  Luck was on my side.  I slowly moved out of harms way and on to safety, leaving my blood as a reminder to myself and others of the dangers that go unobserved in seemingly safe environments.  Have I been scarred for life?  Only in my soul.  I can never trust a tailgate or cement driveway again.  But I am a survivor.  I have had run ins before.  A friends elbow, hard-packed snow, slippery boats, scorpions, hot oil, they have all tried to stop me, but I defy them.  I live to fight another day.