|On the way back home and the sun is beginning to set, painting the skies and the clouds in a soft array of colors. There is a man sitting in the seat in front of me that at first I thought he was scratching his head at a concerning level. After a while, I realized he was pulling this bit of hair at the top of his head and twirling it, over and over and over and then pressing it into place. Sometimes the quirky behaviors of people are quite fascinating. I keep thinking as I watch him that as tightly as he is twisting that piece of hair, it must hurt.I so enjoyed the time I got to spend with Mikki, seeing all the kids and the fun and celebrations, but seeing the mountains of home reaching up below me bathed in such joyous colors feels like a welcome home celebration.|
|And here is a new and unique experience! To watch the sun set from 30,000 feet! The clouds embracing it as it makes its exit. A farewell embrace before welcoming the coming night.|
|And the sun, flamboyant creature that it is, must first take a glowing bow before it gives up the heavens it ruled for the day.And still he continues to twist that strand of hair. I’m guessing it would be considered rude if I took a picture of it.|
|Softly sinking ever lower. Golden glows infusing everything they touch, setting the pre-night skies afire with their touch.|
|Okay, I admit, I just couldn’t get enough of this fiery vista! It was just too beautiful not to capture as much of it as I could. And still the man in front of me keeps twirling those little strands of hair! Has he even noticed the beauty outside the window?|
|As it makes its final dip, he explodes in a fiery tornado blasting the sky with a molten lava display.|
|And the sun has finally given up the fight for the rule of the day, his bed is made and the clouds wrap him in their soft blanket and kiss him good night.|
|In the dying light of the day, the Mother mountain reaches up past the lake of clouds, bathed in pastel lights, the monument that testifies that you know means you are home.|
|And as we drop lower, the lights of the city. Not evenly laid out as they are in Phoenix. But, spatterings and drops strewn across the landscape like a farmer casting seeds. The lights like a Christmas tree laid out to cover the entirety of the landscape. Back home among my trees!|
|Bit of a rough night at the casino hotel, so sleep was not well received. The air conditioner in the room had been possessed by a wailing Banshee and kept getting louder each time it started up. It took a while for me to find the culprit, but I turned it off and hoped the room wouldn’t get too hot. But, half the night was gone by then. Oh well, who needs sleep on a vacation? And we start the long drive back through the Mojave. And I just realized I did these out of order. Oh well! But, we have clean windows and the sky is still filled with beautiful clouds. And the temperature is in the 60’s, so I am quite comfortable!
|Sometimes the surreal look of the clouds in the sky almost make you question if it is a picture or a painting. Just breathtaking seeing them hover over the tops of the mountains. And the mountains got a spattering of snow while we slept.|
|Now, you know you have done something seriously wrong when the mountain flips you off! Wasn’t us! Nope!|
|The stark walls shooting forth from the desert floor, riddled with small hidden caves hiding treasures and maybe even bats!|
Just spatterings of snow, soft clouds and a wonderful drive.
|More snow, more mountains, more clouds. Can it get any better for a long drive?|
|Oh yeah, and great company. And the radio was even complying by playing good music to go along with the trip.|
|And the beauty of the sun attempting to break through the clouds for a little peek at the Lady’s nightly artistry.|
|As we journey along, the clouds eventually begin to break apart, luminescent in the bathing warmth of the sun above, lords and ladies in waiting on the majestic mountains below.|
|It’s quite amazing to look upon such start differences in the vista before you. The soft billowing clouds over the snow speckled mountains with the forefront of the harsh desert floor with its sagebrush offerings.|
|Again, the amazing giant cairns dotting the roadside. Lonely Gods teaching the lessons of patience to the busy humans rushing past.|
|Trees! Yes, they really and truly are. Not nature’s plantings. For she knows better than to put such things in so arid a place. Only humans would try to make a home in such an alien land. I do hope they have the resources to provide for them where the land cannot.|
|And the sun is beginning a slow descent in the sky as we continue to travel on the forever road to Laughlin. But, the colors of the clouds are changing and taking on the softest pastel shades. Quite lovely!|
The lavender haze to the sky settles in and brings you to the realization that no matter how skilled the hand, no artist can compete with the brush of the Divine.
|The road is long, with many a winding turn!! Oh wait, not so many turns, but it is quite long.|
|And I am quite certain that the strokes of the brush Lady Mother Nature applied here was her way of wishing a most happy 12th to Mikki. She even painted most of it in her favorite color, pink. Though I still wonder how I wound up with a best friend whose favorite color is pink!|
|And we have arrived! And in time to spend a bit of time with Mikki’s daughter Heather. She is such a beautiful young lady!|
|Yeah, I would have a look like that on my face as well if I was under an electric dunce cap! snicker|
|Okay, fine. I’ll smile. Kinda.|
|And as we go to breakfast the next morning, we make our way past the “feed me” fish. I’m thinking the guests indulge them just a wee bit. They’re pretty though.|
|At granddaughter’s house we have now arrived. And like any good Grandmother, Mikki came bearing offerings. Bubbles!!! Evalyn was a bit shy when we first got there. That is, until she discovered the bubbles. Then we became her playtoys.|
|It took her a little while to figure it out, but she got the bubble blowing down like a champ in no time. There’s a child after my own heart. Just give her bubbles and she’s happy!|
This was the first time I got to meet Evalyn. She is just precious! I love the look on her face in this one. Only children are capable of that level of pure joy! We had such fun with her. Was worth the 3+ hour drive each way to see her. Well, the casino was fun too.
February 27th, and I am off to the airport. Seems I have made it ahead of the rush hour, as there is not much of a line to get through security. One would think that the lines being smaller would be a good thing. But, enter TSA. I would assume with all the attacks they have been under (the fact that is is justified seems to be irrelevant) must mean that they find they have to show that they are being useful members of society and are checking almost every other person going through. I got particularly singled out for the offense of wearing a long skirt. I am sure there is an absolute plethora of things one can conceal under a long skirt.
Though, I was lucky in the agent they sent to give me the pat down. She must not have been working for them long, for she actually had a personality! After having me extend one leg forward and the other leg back and then asking me to switch, which of course I couldn’t resist not doing without jumping to make the switch, I told her I felt like I was getting a dance lesson. She told me that she used to teach ballroom dance. I told her that at least she stayed involved in contact sports, but I would think the previous occupation would have been more fun. We both had a bit of a laugh over that one. But, the rest of them proved true to their creed and looked on with the glowers of professional lemon suckers.
That was probably why they found it necessary to question my bag. After telling the man 3 times that the mini tripod was in my backpack, not my bag, he insisted on looking through it a bit. Personally, I think they do that just so they can see what kind of underwear each female passenger wears. I finally figured out what the issue was with my bag. My makeup brushes were what was setting off their x-ray. Note to self, Victorian reproduction makeup brushes can be deemed a threat to national security!
Lucky me! There is no one in the center seat. So the man in the aisle
seat and I get to use the center seat for our stuff. Mikki’s bear got her own seat! And yes, I did buckle her in! This was Mikki’s birthday present. I spent over a year on this figuring out all of the different outfit pieces. I’ve never made a hat before, so I don’t think I did too bad on my first attempt. The “fur” was a fabric I found that has the weight and feel of real sheepskin, right down to the backing on it. I had to use a sailor’s palm while working on it and use a glover’s needle. That was fun!
There was a lady that came up to me just before I got on the plane that kept insisting that she had seen the bear before. That she knew this bear. I told her that wasn’t possible, since I had made it and there wasn’t another one like it. Not sure if she was trying to pull something or what. But, one of the flight attendants kept coming over and commenting on it as well. So, I think I did pretty good!
And we are off! Just a light spattering of clouds floating across the sky as we head off. I wave goodbye to my lovely city hoping deary for mellow weather when I reach my destination. Now comes the wait for them to ever so s-l-o-w-l-y make their way down the aisle to offer us beverages. They are telling us that they are now serving Starbuck’s coffee, so I am a bit jazzed. Decent coffee. Woops! Forgot to take into consideration that it still relies on how they make the coffee. Properly made coffee should not be clear! It should be dark and thick and hot. At least it had a bit more color than tea, but not much.
It does take your breath away when you see your mountains from so high above them. Especially this early in the year when they are still coated with the snow icing of the winter storms, snowy rivulets running down the creases of the canyons and the stray clouds kissing their peaks.
As we travel further south, I see the expanse of the snow crusted mountain range. Just glorious to look at from this vantage point. The beauty of being surrounded by glacial mountains never ceases to fill me with awe. Its a place where one can tramp through the snow at any time in the year. One only needs to go to the right altitude.
And this just looks like a lovely pastry. A chocolate eclair drizzled with sparkling white frosting. Time to say goodbye to the frosty peaks, the green hills and the clean air.