The View from Close to Heaven


We chose Peru for our pre-Christmas adventure this year, and it didn’t disappoint. One travels to that lovely country for many good reasons, but Machu Picchu has to be at the top of the attractions list, so I’ll begin there.

We did our best to prepare for the elevation and expected climbs, and ended our visit feeling a sense of accomplishment (while admitting we should have done it at least 10 years earlier.) The details of Machu Picchu’s history, its centuries in hiding, its re-discovery and astonishing architectural and astrological achievements are too much to recount here. Suffice it to say, no matter the photos you’ve already seen, it still offers surprises in person. Sometimes it’s hard to even process what you’re seeing!

I wasn’t prepared for how extensive the site is, nor how tall and broad the ruins themselves are. One can meander among them for hours. Weather can change by the minute, and alter the mood on the mountain as it does. There are steps rather than stairs; few railings, high rises, narrow footholds, jarring drops, climbs requiring rest along the way. There are few guard rails; one can walk to edges and peer over in astonishment. Llamas graze on the terraces. Was it a “spiritual” experience for me to be there as I’d heard from others? No, but it was a wonder.

Visitors are limited by time and number these days, and it’s a good thing. We were there at the beginning of the rainy season, which can mean mud slides or clouds which can limit views. As you can see, we were fortunate, except when we learned on departure that a bus strike had begun since we entered the site, and shuttle busses were no longer running to return us to town at the base of the mountain. Yes, we walked down. No, I don’t want to do that again.








Expectations and the Unexpected


We were seeking fall color when driving into Missouri last weekend, a little early in the season perhaps, but we had booked a hotel with a restrictive cancellation policy which deterred second thoughts. Big Cedar Lodge is a well advertised “resort” destination, not our usual choice, but the appealing brochure photos set my expectations. I can’t say I was disappointed exactly, because it has much to recommend it, but the weather on our primary day there was miserable, keeping us room bound and cranky. Late in the afternoon, we decided to undergo the drive and shuttle bus effort necessary to reach the resort’s “Top of the Rock” restaurant, to call quits to the weekend with food and beverage at the bar.

Though still wet and chilly, the sky had begun to clear, and the location is quite spectacular. There has been no expense spared in the structures or the artwork that adorns the site, or the 9-hole golf course they overlook. There is even a chapel used for destination weddings and events, built on a lake overlook. It’s pretty. We ordered drinks.

Then others began stirring from their seats, and commenting on the rainbow. The glass walls of the bar were pushed open, and we all moved to the outside terrace to gawk at the beauty. And then the bagpiper appeared walking up the hill from the golf course. What? A sunset ceremony? “Amazing Grace” and “America” piped as the sun appears and disappears into the most gorgeous sky imaginable? Did the unexpected far exceed expectations? Yes indeed! Even the bar food and entertainment during dinner was a delight. It turned out to be a very memorable evening, and reminded me to cultivate patience through times of temporary disappointment.BigCedar-17BigCedar-13BigCedar-25BigCedar-27BigCedar-22BigCedar-28BigCedar-36BigCedar-41BigCedar-33


Making a Mark

I’d like to tell you this is about my own mark, but it isn’t. I’m referring to the Waltons of Bentonville, Arkansas, who have done more than their share to leave lasting legacies for the rest of us. Perhaps you don’t know much about Bentonville; it’s a lovely small town which sits in the northwest corner of Arkansas near the Missouri and Oklahoma borders, with a resident population short of 50,000. The patriarch of the Walton family purchased a five and dime store there in 1950, developed Wal-Mart into the world’s largest retailer, and created unimaginable economic impact locally and worldwide. In 2011, daughter Alice made her own mark by creating the stunning Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art in Bentonville to house her outstanding and eclectic personal art collection, and host other temporary exhibits and special events there. Our visit included “Chihuly: in the Forest”, an installation of Dale Chihuly’s dramatic art glass along the paths of the Ozark forest museum grounds.

Bentonville is not all that easy to get to, but it’s worth the trip.

Fall Festival

There are many wonderful events around the country during this season (when the weather chooses to be kind). We learned several years ago when we went to Albuquerque that a hot air balloon festival is a great spectacle of color, so were delighted to find one closer to home in Plano, TX this year (with warmer early morning temperatures than our very chilly New Mexico experience.)

Getting to the launch field before dawn, when there is mist on the ground and the balloons are just starting to be inflated, is worth it. These balloons are huge, of course, and watching a flat blob of color grow to become a wonderful creature, or an iridescent pattern of light, is a delight. And then, of course, as the sun rises, they lift off into the sky nearly soundlessly (except for the cheering spectators.) It’s a fun morning.


High Country Yosemite

There are nearly three million acres protected in the portion of the Sierra Nevada that includes Yosemite National Park. The valley floor offers one perspective on this vast and diverse territory, and a drive through the High Sierra offers an entirely different landscape. There are lakes and meadows and dramatic rock formations worthy of moonscapes to capture attention, all before wending back to the classic view over the valley. Within the past few days, the face of El Capitan has been changed by rock slides; every minute captured in Yosemite is once in a lifetime.September 10, 2017_777_170911MeadowsDrive-14MeadowsDrive-53MeadowsDrive-75MeadowsDrive-109September 11, 2017_779_170911September 11, 2017_778_170912

Classic Yosemite

We chose to visit Yosemite after Labor Day, hoping to miss heavy summer traffic. I assume we did that, but it’s hard to know; it seemed packed to us. There is shuttle bus service in Yosemite Valley to ease congestion issues, without which one can imagine total gridlock. September brought other issues with it as well: there was record-breaking heat, vistas were smokey, fires blocked access to Glacier Point Road, water in streams and waterfalls diminish in the fall, and there were bugs. Lots and lots of bugs. I’m sure that visitors who hike into back country have a much richer experience of the park than we did, and probably even see more wildlife than the mule deer who walked unperturbed past photographers (look closely…).

Nonetheless, we felt like we didn’t miss a thing. We saw classic Yosemite, beginning with the Valley floor which sits beneath the granite cliffs of El Capitan and Half Dome. We visited Inspiration Point four times, but were able to see Bridalveil Fall from that location only once. Didn’t matter; it’s all still gorgeous, and early in the morning, before the hordes descended, was best.YosemiteValley-20YosemiteValley-38YosemiteValley-63YosemiteValley-118YosemiteValley-211YosemiteValley-252YosemiteValley-292YosemiteValley-300-2YosemiteValley-268

The Majestic Yosemite

The Majestic Yosemite

When arriving into Yosemite National Park through the Arch Rock Entrance on El Portal Road, one is not sure what to expect. There were hints of grandeur along the way, but we were arriving at dusk and wanted to get to our hotel, saving the park overview for later.

We had booked the necessary “near to a year” in advance for The Majestic Yosemite Hotel, formerly known as the Ahwahnee, (the name given to Yosemite Valley by the Ahwahneechee people, its first residents. At present there is a trademark dispute over the name, which sort of explains the new Majestic identification.) First opened in 1927, it is thought to be the National Park system’s premiere hotel, not close to our usual choice for sleeping space, but it was our anniversary. Good excuse.

The hotel sits at the base of granite cliffs, and as large as it seems, it is small in relation to its surroundings. If you can force yourself to leave the dining room or patio, a walk to the river is a wonderful way to start the morning.