A Month In Lima

Diego flew me over the cliffs of Lima in his parasail for about $75. A steady breeze made it easy for us to climb up above the high-rise apartments near where we stayed for a wonderful month.

Amy and I spent an amazing month working, relaxing and exploring Lima, Peru.  We took our time to enjoy the best parts of Lima while learning Spanish.  The month abroad was my exploration of a new way to work and live in a furnished apartment in a foreign place.  We were able to work, relax, write, exercise, learn and have fun in our temporary home in a great city.

Highlights of the month:

  • Soaring over the cliffs and hihg-rise of Lima in a parasail
  • Learning Spanish from a professional for $10/hour/person
  • Great meals in the culinary capital of the Americas for a third to half the price of meals in the US
  • Great furnished apartment for $1,200/month
  • Time to read and relax
  • Great workouts hiking up and down the cliffs of Lima
Here’s some seafood paella and a jug of lemonade that we ate above the esplanade that overlooks the cliffs where I parasailed. A meal and drinks for two that would cost between $50-80 in the US cost about $25-40 in Lima. We could eat a good lunch for $3.

Lima has about ten million people and a rich history dating back to 1535 when the Spanish Conquistador Pizarro claimed it.  Lima was the viceroyalty or capital of the Spanish territories in South America and has excellent museums.  Lima is set on a plane that ends abruptly in 300’ cliffs that fall to the ocean.  High rise apartments tower above the cliffs and a long park or esplanade is a great place to walk and watch Limons walk their dogs and exercise. We rented an Airbnb apartment that was one block away from these cliffs.  While we didn’t have ocean views, we had comfortable home with a doorman for about a third of the price that I’d pay in Santa Barbara.

This pic shows the extent of the high-rise in Lima that stretched to the horizon. I think most of the apartments near us were second homes or unoccupied because there weren’t many people on the streets.

The apartment was in the Miraflores district which is considered the nicest part of the city and where most of the tourists go and foreigners live.  We were within walking distance of many superb restaurants and interesting places like the Choco Museum where we took a cooking class or John F. Kennedy Parque.  We could easily get a taxi for under $5 to nearby neighborhoods like Barranco or downtown.  We also took some crowded buses to downtown Miraflores for $0.30, but we got tired of the crowded buses that got stuck in traffic when we could spend $3 on a taxi and miss the hassles. Our Spanish teacher told us that taxi drivers might rob us, so we ended up taking Uber which was even cheaper. The only downside of Uber was that we often had to wait up to 10 minutes to get a ride. We could take longer, express buses downtown, but ended up taking taxis.

We took our Spanish teacher Julio out for some fresh juice in the Buena Vista Cafe that is perched on the cliffs on the edge of Lima.

Our Spanish teacher Julio came to our apartment and taught us in 2-hour stretches for $40. That breaks down to $10/hour for the both of us.  Julio was a nice, middle-aged man who had acted and done voice-overs for much of his career.  He had lived in Pueblo, Colorado for 8-years and was helpful to get our survival Spanish flowing.  We’ve been using Duolingo on our phones to learn Spanish, but Amy and I both tend to freeze when we want to speak to a live Peruvian.   While we were pretty good at speaking to the phone, Julio helped us speak to actual people.  We still have a long way to go on our Spanish, but I have used Duolingo for 28-days straight now.

I am pretty pleased with how easy it was to get around in our broken Spanish.  Spanish is pretty easy to read – especially when we have Google and Google translate when we’re ordering food. I learned to negotiate with taxi drivers before I started using Uber.  Conversations were rather limited and most Peruvians spoke English about as good as most people in Taiwan – my reference country.  So there was a significant language barrier, but I could read plaques of signs much better than I can Chinese.

Speaking of reading, I started doing that again while I was in Lima.  I usually don’t make the time to do such casual things as read, but I found the time in Lima.  I enjoyed reading Edward Abbey’s Desert Solitaire and lots of online content.  We had excellent WiFi in the apartment and could stream movies on Netflix or Amazon with Amy’s Chromecast or the built in TV apps.  We also had good cellphone service via a local carrier for about $25 for the month.

In addition to reading, I also did quite a bit of work in Lima.  I finished editing the third and fourth editions of my new novel Beyond the Cliffs of Death. I’ve printed a few copies and I’m sending it out for review.  Other work related things I had to do was coordinate repairing my flooded basement in Santa Barbara.  While Lima never gets rain – only drizzle, Santa Barbara has had 13 rainstorms since September 1st and has received their average rainfall for the year with a couple months to go in the rainy season.  My basement flooded in the worst storm and several inches of water got into the basement apartment.  I had to replace the lower 8” of drywall and put in new baseboards. My property managers handled most of it fir me, but I was able to communicate with them easily with Skype.

The catacombs below the San Francis Monastery in Lima featured bones arranged in this pit where they used to throw the bodies. Lim had tens of museums that we didn’t have time to see.

Besides being wetter, winter in Santa Barbara is also colder than Lima.  Every day in Lima had the highs in the upper 70s to mid 80s and lows in the upper 60s to low 70s.  Lima is close to the equator and tropical but considered a desert even though it was fairly humid.  Santa Barbara has mainly had highs in the 50s and 60s while lows have dropped into the 30s.  I won’t even discuss the harsh winter that my family in KC has been going through. 

The weather is so moderate in Lima, that the apartment doesn’t have heating or AC. We just opened the window and got mild breezes to blow through.  The temperature was fine for the first three weeks, but it got hot enough in the last week that had to sleep in the raw with a fan blowing over us to keep it cool enough to sleep.

The hottest we got was when we would exercise going up and down the cliffs to the ocean.  A nice set of 337 steps, or about 250 vertical feet, went down to the beach below our apartment. These steps were similar to the steps of Santa Monica where we used to work out a lot.  To get in shape for climbing Machu Picchu in May, I set a goal of climbing the cliffs 50 times.  It seemed pretty doable and I initially climbed the stairs two or three times for my workout at the start of the stay.  I accumulated about twenty hikes up the cliffs after two weeks when I was hit by traveler’s diarrhea (TD).  Most travelers to the developing world get afflicted by this scourge and we were prepared.  Amy and I brought a dose of Azithromycin and I decided to use mine after I’d lost about ten pounds and a week.  I’d take it earlier next time.

This Venezuelan refugee taught us how to cook ceviche and make the national drink of Peru – the Pisco Sour.

Anyway, the TD set my schedule back and I wasn’t sure if I could make my goal of fifty sets.  After I recovered, I had only done twenty sets and had six days to do thirty sets!  I was only doing four sets before I got sick, so I had to step up and get it done. 

Amy likes doing the steps in the morning while I prefer to work out at sunset when the breezes pick up. I decided to join her one morning and regretted it.  The winds weren’t blowing and I started sweating like a dog and overheating in the calm air after only two sets.  When the air is still, the humidity really got to me.  I had to quit after two sets and I felt like I was hungover while I wasn’t. 

Here are the stairs that climbed the cliff below our apartment. I figured that the 337 steps were about 250′, so I climbed over 12,500′ in my 50 sets.

I tried again about 6:00pm and knew the sun would set at 6:40.  Each set took about nine minutes, so I figured I’d go until sunset. There was a nice breeze off the ocean and it kept me cool while I watched the sun set over the Pacific. I felt great and did six sets without much difficulty as the lights turned on.  In the end, I did eight sets that day or about 2,000 vertical feet up and down.  Over the next few days, I reached my goal of 50, met some locals on the steps and got in shape.  I feel in much better shape after and know I wouldn’t have hiked that much if I hadn’t set a goal.

To summarize my month abroad, I got to spend some lovely time with Amy in a fairly exotic and lovely city. This was my first visit to South America and we loved it. We did leave Lima for a weekend getaway, but we could have stayed even longer in Lima.

Our next extended stay is 44 days in Cusco!

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Here’s a video of me parasailing over the cliffs of Lima.

The Barranco Collection

Have you done any karate yoga lately? They have it in Barranco.

Amy and I have been in the Miraflores district of Lima, Peru for four weeks now and we leave for Bogota tomorrow.  We’ve had amazing food in Miraflores and it is very nice and fascinating.  We are staying in modern, high-rise apartments in the western section of Miraflores that overlooks cliffs that fall three hundred feet to the ocean.  The apartment is very conveniently located, relatively quiet and we have gotten a lot of work done here.  I finished the fourth revision of my new novel Beyond the Cliffs of Death and have sent it to the printer.

Besides a lost week of traveler’s diarrhea (TD), we have seen some amazing museums and a promenade overlooking the ocean.  I have never seen a more beautiful promenade than the one that goes along the cliffs one block away from our complex. The promenade is well used and so nice that there isn’t much exciting to write about. Talking about nice people walking their dogs, people working out or bicyclists almost running us down is rather pedestrian. I hoped something more exciting might happen and yesterday it finally did.

The district next to Miraflores is Barranco and is famous for its Spanish-colonial architecture. I had to look up the meaning of Spanish Colonial architecture is described as: marked by the contrast between the simple, solid construction demanded by the new environment and the Baroque ornamentation exported from Spain.

I had to look up baroque and I think this description from Wikipedia is appropriate: The Baroque style used contrast, movement, exuberant detail, deep colour, grandeur and surprise to achieve a sense of awe. The Barranco neighborhood was built as a resort area near the beach in the early 1900s and was designed to awe. Walking around Barranco made me feel like I was walking by presidential palaces and princely estates. The neighborhood has a Colonial feel to it that is hard to place.  The exciting thing about it is that many of the homes have been abandoned so that they are in a state of disrepair and have a lot of character.

This is the Museum of Pedro Osman. Pedro converted his casona into a lovely museum.
Lots of old VWs in Barranco
An old bug next to an older casona.

Walking by new high-rise after new high-rise in our neighborhood doesn’t inspire me to write much. Walking by a run down and graffiti-covered mansion, known as a casona here, gets my mind dreaming of what was and what could be. In Miraflores, I’m not bored by the white, gray, black and tan apartment complexes with their staged entrances, but they are so similar to what I can see in many cities in the US.  Do you want to hear about how they are almost the same as in the US?

Even if you do, I’m not going to write much more about it.

In Barranco, I see a skateboarder riding by worn down casonas and I have to take pictures like this.  I’m compelled to tell their story – or at least make one up.

Skateboarding by history.

I’m not complaining about staying in a nice apartment where I have a door man and food delivery, but Barranco is romantic and bohemian.  Many of the casonas have been converted into museums, restaurants, bars, boutique hotels and quaint shops.  I love their high ceilings, covered windows and elaborate constructions.  We can walk in many of them and have a drink or coffee and it is very open. It doesn’t ever rain here and it has been in the 80s every day and 70s at night.  The apartments here don’t need AC, heating or much of a roof except to keep the birds out.

The casona I want to talk about is a little boutique called Artesanias Las Pallas. Amy found the shop from here extensive research. We walked down a quiet Barranco side street past many nice homes to a shop that looked like any other house on the block.  I looked through the green, wrought-iron gate and saw a gray-haired woman sitting inside on the couch.  I asked if they were open and she buzzed me in.  Amy was a ways behind me taking photos as usual. 

The woman told me how she keeps the gate locked, so people can’t just wander in and out.  That way, she doesn’t need a security guard.  She spoke the Queen’s English and told me she had been living in Peru for 33 years. Her name was Mari and she grew up in Wales.  She had met a Peruvian man in Switzerland when she was studying to be a translator.  They got married, moved to Peru and had a couple children before he passed.  She stayed in Peru and now has grandchildren roaming in and out of the house.  She was a rather tall Welsh woman and stood upright with great posture.  I expected her to offer me high tea with her accent, but the offer never came.

This collection of chimney toppers is in Mari’s private garden. Her grandchildren found a baby hummingbird in this garden and they were nursing it back to life.

Mari had many of the regular Peruvian souvenirs like portable dioramas, alpaca wool hats, braided bracelets and tapestries – and we would eventually bought many of these items. Mari had very high quality products and told us how she worked with the artist to improve their quality.  She said many Peruvian souvenirs are made in China now, but hers were from Peru.

When she saw our keen interest, she took us out of the shop and into her home to show us her private collections.  Her collections of relics were packed on to shelves and in cabinets all around her high-ceilinged home.  She opened the green cabinet shown below and turned on lights on each shelf to show her collection off well.  We’ve been to some fine museums in Lima and her collections were at the same amazing level. She was glad to show us things that she said had collected over the decades.  She said you can’t find many of her things anywhere else.

Here are a few pictures of things around her home.

Mari has cabinets chock full of artifacts in her home. She was very proud to display them to us.
Zoomed in verison. Most of these things were carved from soft stone by Shaman.
Mari said the pottery on the upper left were influenced by the African slaves that were imported to Peru.

She told us the significance of many of the items and how shamans carved soft stones into healing stones that they gave to their patients.  She showed us African influences on some of the pottery from the imported slaves.  She showed us how Spanish and Moorish glazes were used on some pottery.  Amy and I got a private tour of museum-quality artifacts with the curator and collector herself.  By going to Mari’s shop, we finally got to see inside a casona and how the other half lives.

If you’re ever in Lima, go to Barranco and to Artesanias Las Pallas.

I bought this alpaca hat. I’m going to cut the pom poms off. Check out the weird musicians on the wall. These were for sale, but we didn’t buy them.

Powering Up with Qigong

I finished my 28-day retreat at Esalen Institute and wanted to share a peak experience with you. A peak experience to me is something that changes your life. My peak experience was practicing a new version of qigong.  I have practiced qigong since Grace made it her last wish for me, but the version that I learned at Esalen from Teja Bell is much more straight forward and powerful than the version that I learned in Taiwan. The qigong version Teja teaches is known as Radiant Heart Qigong (RHQ) and it involves simple movements that synchronize well with each breath.  I can now get energized with qigong in as little as 5 minutes!  The best thing that qigong does for me is improve my posture and it gives me lots of energy.

Esalen is perched on the cliffs of Big Sur.

Teja teaches sitting or standing qigong, so basically anyone who can move their arms can do it. The best part is that it is very easy to do.  Teja has made many qigong videos online and I suggest that you start with this one.

Teja does different versions of qigong each time and the one we did at Esalen was more active than the one in the video.  Teja’s lesson at Esalen was part of the Loving Awareness Retreat Week with Jack Kornfield headlining.  After lots of meditation, the group needed to get energized and Teja energized us in spades.  My friend Linda told me about attending the day before and said that it was amazingly powerful.

I was intrigued and had an edible, so I was ready for some amazement.  I walked across the Esalen campus to the Leonard Pavilion. As I approached the big white tent that is perched on a cliff over the ocean, I heard the seals barking in the distance and about a hundred people walking extremely slowly around the lawn. I felt like I was entering a world of slow motion as the meditating people took a step about every five seconds as they wandered in thought.  I joined the people walking in slow motion and found it to be another interesting form of meditation.

That’s the Leonard Pavilion in the middle of the picture.  This was taken at sunset on another night.

After about five minutes of that, the leaders rang a singing bowl to signify the start of Teja’s one-hour qigong session.  The meditators slowly walked back into the tent and took seats.

Teja took the stage and had us sit on the front edge of our seats.  I was surprised to see that he was Caucasian with a name like Teja. He has studied and practiced Buddhism and martial arts since the 1960s.  He has a fifth degree black belt in Aikido and has studied with the Dali Lama.  What stood out to me was his superb posture and calmness.  He was wearing a robe and a cap and didn’t have the hair that you’ll see in the videos.

Teja had us exhale our breath and hold our hands over our stomach.  Then with an inhale, we would move our hands up and out and then return them with each exhale.  He has developed a series of patterned movements that synchronize the inhale with extension and the exhale with retraction.  The simple movements had the effect of straightening my spine, tucking my tummy and broadening my shoulders.  I felt like a changed person after just a few minutes.

We continued doing different poses in the seated position and then we did some poses where we folded our thumbs in and wrapped our four fingers over it to form a fist that would break your thumb if you hit something. This slightly clenched pose was released after a while and it felt really good.  I felt energized and calm at the same time.

After about twenty minutes,  Teja had us move all the chairs to the edge of the room and we did a series of standing poses.  We could incorporate movement in our legs with the breath as well.  With the edible in full effect, Teja had us visualize our bodies starting at our feet and working our way up the body.  I closed my eyes and had visions like an Alex Gray painting.  I could see bright nodes of my body against a darker background than you can see in this painting.

We continued doing poses for the next twenty minutes and my arms were getting pretty tired.  Then, Teja had us arrange the chairs back to the way they were and we took our seats again. We did some sitting poses and more breath work until the hour was up. I had very peaceful feeling from the work and what really surprised me was how my posture was amazingly better. I’ve been kind of a slouch for most of my life and all of the sudden I was sitting up erect and comfortably. My spine was straight and my stomach was flat and my shoulders were back. I felt great mentally and physically!

I’ve had similar experiences doing yoga before, but my posture returned to slouching after a day.  For whatever reason, qigong has helped me keep my good posture for a few weeks now. I’m a changed man!

Amy likes doing the five minute qigong sessions with me as well. We just stand facing each other and start breathing and moving.  If I find myself slouching and with low energy, I do my qigong for 5 minutes and my back is straight and I have more energy.

There are over one hundred versions of qigong that are commonly practiced.  You can read more about qigong here.  The Falun Gong practice qigong.

Qi is energy or life force in Chinese.  Qi can also be translated in English as chi or ch’i depending on the translation.  Qi is not the same as Chi in Tai Chi where the Chi means source or beginning.

Gong is work or cultivation and can also be translated to kung or gung.  Gong is the term used in Kung Fu as well.  The Fu means merit or achievement.  Kung Fu is thus working to achieve merit while Qi Gong is energy work or cultivating and balancing energy.

Another reason that I really feel good about doing qigong is that Grace’s last wish for me was to learn and practice qigong.  Grace marveled at how young and energetic her friends who practiced qigong were.  She wanted me to live a long and healthy life, so she had me join up for a qigong class that met over three weekends while she was in her final month. I was extremely stressed from Grace’s pending demise and I tried to follow the complex set of movements that were similar to Tai Chi, but I struggled to practice the complex motions.  In contrast, I don’t have complex movements to remember with RHQ.  All I have to do with RHQ is synchronize movements with my breath and I find it more powerful.

I know qigong might be weird and strange, but it’s very simple and powerful.  I suggest you give it a try!  Maybe you’ll love it too!

Happy trails to you,

Scott

My First Work Week In the Sierra

I retired from my engineering job on Friday, July 13th and started my new job of having fun by going on a 5-day backpacking trip with my friend Chip Buckingham.  My new work week started on Monday the 15th by climbing out of a big hole in Sequoia National Park.  With 40+ pound packs, we climbed out of Mineral King valley at 7,840′ towards Franklin Pass at 11, 710′.  That’s a 3,880′ gain!

When I worked in Kings Canyon National Park in the summer of 1986, I worked at a similar trailhead where everyone started at the bottom of a canyon and had to climb out.  It’s steep terrain and there is no where to go but up.

I met Chip in Three Rivers at 10:30am after a 3 hour drive from Santa Monica where Amy lives.  This was the first time in years where I had to set this early of an alarm for anything other than a flight.   After dropping his truck off, we drove from 800′ to 7,800′ above sea level to the ranger station.  The road to Mineral King is super narrow and windy and takes about 2 hours to climb into the beautiful forests where giant sequoia thrive.

We picked up our permit from the ranger station and started hiking about 2:00 – the hottest part of the day – only about 70F.  The cool mountain air felt great and we started off at a good clip.  I knew I just had to stay a few steps in front of Chip.  Chip had been busy working and going on family vacations, so he hadn’t done high altitude training like I did in Colorado.  All I had to do was stay a little ahead of him.

The goal for the first day was to get to Franklin Lakes at 10,331′.  That’s 2,501′ of gain on the first day.  With many stops and a casual attitude, Chip and I caught up about what had happened since we last backpacked 25 years ago.  I played intramural ultimate with Chip at Cal Poly and a group of us hung out in college quite a bit.

Over Memorial Day weekend in 1993 – right before I graduated and started working – we hiked over the 22-mile Hurricane Deck in Los Padres National Forest.  We hiked under a full moon to avoid the heat of the day back then.  Chip is a remodeling contractor and has a wife and two kids.   He’s been a regular backpacker over the years and taught me a thing or two about modern backpacking since I have only done it irregularly over the last 30 years when I was a ranger at Philmont Scout Ranch.

The miles added up and we approached lower Franklin lake at about 5:30.  We looked down on the lake and golden trout were happily hopping out of the lake.  We camped on a bluff overlooking the lake and marmots were climbing all around the boulders in camp.  Usually marmots are afraid of humans and they won’t let me get within 50′ of them, but these would stop and stare at me from about 10′ away.  They’re pretty cute and didn’t eat stuff in our packs or anything.

That’s my tent near a bluff overlooking Franklin Lake.

We were beat from the first days hike and climbed into our tents after sunset in the alpine glow.  I got up in the middle of the night and about stumbled off the bluff in my sleepy walk to relieve myself.  I looked down at the lake and saw lights in the water.  I wondered who had put lights down there and realized that it was the stars reflecting in the water.  I looked up in amazement at the number of brilliant stars in the sky.  I looked at the milky way and saw a big question mark in the sky – the big dipper.

What was the question mark asking?

Where are you going?

What does retirement mean for me?

Why am I here?

I went back in my tent and rested peacefully for about 10 hours in total.

I got up around 7am and had some tea.  We knew we would be camping here in three nights on the way out, so we decided to leave a dinner and breakfast in the bear box.  I had also forgotten my iPhone cable, so my solar charger wasn’t going to be any good to me on the trail.  I left that heavy $100 device in the bear box too…

Chip and I hit the trail about 9 and climbed the next 1,400′ up to Franklin Pass.  The trail was superb to this point with a long gradual grade up the mountain.

The eastern side of Franklin Pass was much different.  The trail was barely switchbacked and we slid down the mountain on loose decomposed granite that was similar to very large 1/4″ grains of sand.  After the loose sand, we went down a series of steps that were over a foot tall.  It was hard going down them, but I knew it would be even harder going back up in two days.  Stepping down that far was hard on my legs, but there wasn’t any other option.

After a couple miles, the trail flattened out and we had a couple of ridges to climb before we reached our final destination – Little Claire Lake.  Chip is very particular about where he camps, so he looked around for the best spot while I stayed with the packs.  He came back and said the camp had views of the lake, Sawtooth Mountain and Mt. Whitney.  I thought he was joking, but when I got to camp, we had a panoramic views all the way to Mt. Whitney – the highest point in the contiguous US at 14, 495′.

We had a very relaxing time at Little Clair Lake and swam in her cool waters.  I marveled at the huge Foxtail Pines that were all around the camp and lake.  These trees can grow to be thousands of years old and then they die and stay standing for hundreds of years more.  Then the trees eventually get blown over and probably decompose over another thousand years.  These dead trees were probably living when Jesus was walking the Earth.  It was amazing walking through this living museum of trees.

The tree on the left is an ancient foxtail pin that has probably been dead for a hundred years.  I love how the branches reach up to the heavens.

On our third day, I was exhausted and just stayed in camp while Chip explored a nearby lake.  In the late afternoon, I caught some fish with some corn and cranberry bait.  The little golden trout weren’t much bigger than fingerlings, but I fried them up anyway.  I wouldn’t do it again unless I was really hungry or someone took my food.

On our fourth day, we had to hike over Franklin Pass again from the east side to get back to cached food and solar panel.  We got up early and the trail up the pass wore us down to a nub.  We got some good photos on top and ate lunch on a nearby peak.

We hiked back down the grade to Franklin Lake and we went straight to the bear box to retrieve our food and solar panels, but the box was empty.  We couldn’t believe that someone would take our food and gear.  Everyone I’ve met in the backcountry wouldn’t take someone else’s food!  It’s just not cool…  My solar panels were worth about $100 too.  I was pissed!

Luckily, a guy had given me an extra meal on the trail a couple days earlier and I ate that for dinner.  Chip had some extra food as well, so I didn’t have to go catch a bunch of fish to eat.  I made some popcorn and we went to sleep wondering what happened.

The next morning, I ate trail mix for breakfast instead of my rehydrated breakfast hash.  We hiked out about 9 again and it took up 3.5 hours to hike the 5.3 miles to the car.  We’d hiked 22 miles and gained and lost 6,480′.  We were beat and I had developed a couple of blisters on my little dogs.  Chip liked to say “My dogs are barking” when his feet hurt.

We headed to the ranger station to report our stolen goods.  When I mentioned where we left the food at Franklin Lake, the ranger said, “Oh no!  Wait a minute.”  She went into the back office and a young ranger appeared with my solar panel.  She reprimanded us for caching food in the backcountry and said they had distributed our food to hungry rangers!

I thought it was pretty weak to take and eat our food.  We should have left a note that we would come back and get the stuff, but we didn’t expect the rangers to take our stuff.

Overall, it was a spectacular trip.  I didn’t miss doing email and teleconferences.  Chip and I got along real well and we caught up on old times and new times.  We got to enjoy some of the most beautiful and pristine country I’ve ever seen.  I definitely want to go back and hike in similar areas.

Here I am studying a map at our Little Clair Lake campsite at over 10,000′.  It wasn’t cold, but I had my hood on to keep a few pesky mosquitos away.

Where Angels Land

On the second day of our 44-day road trip, Amy and I arrived in Zion National Park.  We had three nights and basically three days to see one of the most beautiful spots on Earth.  The towering sandstone cliffs are stained with iron to give the mountains an amazing red glow.  I describe it as a Yosemite in full color.  The canyon country around Zion has amazing red cliffs, but Zion has the most stunning cliffs of all and the trails to support it.

I’d heard about Angel’s Landing Trail being one of the best hikes in the world.  After doing it, I rank it right up there with half dome, Everest and the San Juan’s of Colorado.  Angel’s Landing is only about 5 miles round trip, but the last half mile up requires chains to keep you on the mountain.

The trail was too intimidating for Amy who has some vertigo, so she hiked another trail shown on the map above to Emerald Pools.

The Angel’s Landing hike had about a half mile of casual walking before it started ascending the 1,500′ cliffs.  The trail was wide and steep and lots of other people were coming down.  I started at 3pm to avoid the crowds and miss the hottest part of the early June day.

The series of switchbacks worked right up the mountain and I had to stop many times to catch my breath from the steep grade.  After about a mile, I entered a very steep and deep canyon called Refrigeration Canyon because the sun rarely reaches the canyon floor.  The slot canyon was cool and breezy and rather flat.  Angel’s Landing was on the right and a whole other mountain was on the left.

After a while, I hiked up Walter’s Wiggles – some tight switchbacks seen below.  The sun hit me as I climbed out of Refrigerator Canyon and I was sweating again and making good time.

Walter’s Wiggles

The trail was still wide and safe, so I was wondering what all the fear of the trail was about.  Then we reached a flat area known as Scout’s Lookout.  It’s a nice plateau with 1,500′ drops to the Virgin River canyon floor.    It’s Wile E. Coyote country for sure!

Scout’s Lookout is a nice flat area before Angel’s Landing.

After I made it across the high plateau, a small offshoot trail went to Angel’s Landing.  This is where the men separate from the boys – or something like that because a lot of beautiful women kept going.  I could see the chains and this sign.

Don’t fall off the cliff…

I looked up at people coming down a rock face holding on to a loose chain.  The chain was attached to metal posts pounded into the rock face.  I realized what all the fuss was about.  The chain is the only thing that keeps people from tumbling off the mountain to their death.

I started hiking up and some people were stuck in the trail.  I’d seen similar behavior on Half Dome where people would not let go of the chain.  They were paralyzed and not moving forward.  To keep going, I had to get close to them, reach around them and grab the chain on the other side of them.  Luckily there weren’t too many people doing this, so I made quick work of getting up the precarious ridges.

I saw many other people turning back with white knuckles and fear in their faces.  I’ve never been too afraid of heights and love looking down great distances, but even this hike was too much in places and my heart pounded at some of the gaps between the chains.

You need to hold on to that chain.

That’s a 1,000′ drop on the other side of the chain!  5 people have died on the trail with the last victim falling 1,000′ in 2009.  You don’t want to stumble up there.

I think I blocked out a lot of the hike until I made it to the relatively flat top.  Here’s a picture from there:

Quite a few people were up there and no rangers were there to enforce the rules of not feeding the animals.  This guy had this chipmunk crawl up him multiple times to get that perfect shot.  While I was watching, one of those little buggers jumped on my back and it made me jump.  my sudden movement scared all the other chipmunks and this guy was mad because I interrupted his cinematography.

This is my favorite shot from the top.  Right after I took it, I was uploading it to Facebook when some other people asked me to take their photo.  I said sure and set my phone in my lap.  They got into position and then I forgot about my phone.  When I got up, my phone fell onto the rocks and started skidding down the mountain!

People heard my phone skidding and bouncing and started yelling for help for my phone.  I’d seen a phone skid down half dome to it’s death, and people seem to relate to the fear of losing their phone.  The phone/camera/organizer/ bank teller/GPS/on and on is the most important thing people use all day long.  Losing my phone is a very painful experience and I prayed that I wouldn’t lose mine off the 1,500′ cliff!

Luckily, the person I was taking a picture of was in the skid path.  She stopped the phone with her foot as it was sliding to it’s death.  The slide scraped up the cover and the screen almost broke, but my screen protector worked and the protector chipped instead of the screen.

When I got back to the main trail a half an hour later, I decided to hike up the main trail a little farther.  When I got up there, I realized that I hadn’t used my tripod or selfie pole to take some pics.  I set it up and got some good shots and then saw the time elapse mode.  I knew I had to get a cool shot of the people coming down the chains while the clouds blew by.  Check this one out!

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I’m so impressed that I can take this HD time elapse video with my phone.  What a powerful tool.

The whole hike took about 4 hours.  I highly recommend it to lift your spirits and get to some life pondering moments.  I felt a good sense of accomplishment at the end of the day and my only loss was a scraped iPhone.

The Angel has Landed!

From LA to Vegas

Hello everyone!

Amy and I are on our 44-day road trip to kick off our year of travel.  We’re taking a break from the work we’ve been doing for 25-years and want to start new careers in travel.  We’re not sure where we’ll end up, but we have a long time to get there.

On May 27th, we left Santa Monica and the first stop was Red Rock Canyon National Conservation Area.  We took a beautiful hike on First Creek Trail through cactus and into the desert canyon.

Cholla cactus with mountains in the background.

This was our first day on the road and I trained for my July backpacking trip by packing many things into my backpack including chairs and a gallon of water.  the hike was pretty easy, but the 35 pound pack made it feel like I was hiking up a big mountain.

We hiked until the trail stopped in the canyon.  We sat and Amy wrote in her journal for 10+ minutes.  We are making the trip a spiritual and contemplative journey as well as an exciting vacation.

It was getting late, so we headed to Red Rock Casino and had a great meal while watching LeBron advance to the Championship for the 8th year in a row.  He’s amazing.

We stayed in an airbnb for $35/night and then cruised the strip.  We started in the county center and Artists District.

Keep Memory Alive Event Center

How can you pass up the Elvis Wedding Chapel?

I hear the Holiday Motel was beautiful 50 years ago.  That’s the Stratosphere behind it.

Doesn’t this pink Cadillac look good in Vegas?

Finding Meaning

I’ve been on the road for four weeks with Amy and things are going great!  We are at her mother Di’s house right now and I’m getting to know Di and the rest of Amy’s family.  They are very special people who have made me feel at home.  This will be home until we hit the road on Friday.

I’ve been thinking a lot about how to make this blog more than just my travel log.  I want to do more than just take a year long vacation.  I’m looking forward to rising above great day-to-day activities and find meaning in my life and help others find theirs.

This search for meaning has really hit me hard for a couple of reasons.  First off, it hit me because meaning can be an existential crisis according to this article in the New York Times.  The article discusses how suicide is up 25% since 1990 and how a lack in meaning in people’s lives might have been a reason for many of the suicides.  I’ve also heard of four suicides (only one unsuccessful) since I’ve been in KC, so the topic has come up quite a bit.

The second reason is that I’m retiring next month and I’ve heard that other people have gone into depression and lost meaning in their lives when they quit work.  I think that I haven’t attached too much meaning and self-identity to my job, so I’m not too concerned about retirement leading to depression for me, but I do have more time to dedicate to something with meaning.  I want to give back to the world.  I want to be constructive instead of destructive.

Meaning or purpose in life is so important and I can be impetuous in decisions that I make.  I am rather decisive and that can lead me to make decisions before I have all the facts and opinions.  I want to get this one right and have profound meaning and purpose in my life.

When I retire, I have the great opportunity to figure out what I want to do and then do it.  I’m taking a year to travel and figure out what I want to do.  I have a few ideas to start:

  1. Become a Travel Writer – This has been my main idea for a long time and I can do this while I do other thing too.  It mainly comes down to if I want to travel so much as I get older.
  2. Travel and Report on Spiritual Places –  I have some plans to go to some great spiritual places this year (mainly Esalen and Kyoto). Visiting these places could give me a good feel for if I want to spend more time in these special places.  In late July, I’ll be going to Esalen to reach my full potential on a 28-day retreat.
  3. Help gifted children – I have had this dream of helping intellectually gifted children who may have trouble relating to other kids and getting along in life.  My high school physics teacher K. Perry talked about helping gifted kids and it made sense to me.  If we can help some very gifted kids, then maybe they can do some amazing things.  Maybe I can inspire some kids by leading them on some international travel.
  4. Creating or Living in an Intentional Community – This could be an easy path to find people who want to live the good life with me.  I’m not a good salesman, so why not live with people who want to change and live with purpose?

That’s my thoughts on how to bring some meaning into my life.  Let me know if you have better ideas or what has brought meaning into yours!

Kind regards,

Scott