Category: California – December 2016

The Grasshopper, Scorpion and Serpent Who Stole My Heart

The Grasshopper, Scorpion and Serpent Who Stole My Heart

Coming down from the mountains along Montezuma Valley road there were spectacular views of the desert valley below. I was on my way to Borrego Springs to visit Galetta Meadows and the metal sculptures that live among the sand and scrub.

Though there are over 100 different sculptures scattered about, without hesitation I can say that it was the giant serpent that drew me to Galetta Meadows.

It’s rusting, scaly body undulates hundreds of feet through an ocean of sand. It is ferocious and beautiful.

Though there were dinosaurs, elephants, camels and other more snuggly type creatures around, the giant scorpion was my second favorite sculpture. Something about the way it sat menacingly low and ready to strike really captured my heart. I’m not sure if me liking the creepy crawlies best says something about me.

The hapless grasshopper… face to face with a scorpion. We’ve all been there, probably on both sides.

Incidentally, by the end of my trip I’m pretty sure my legs looked just like the grasshoppers. We’ve all been there. Am I right ladies? 😉

I found two liberty dollars in the sand by the giant scorpion. It was my lucky day. My lucky day indeed.

Riding to Sloan, Nevada to Visit Seven Magic Mountains

Riding to Sloan, Nevada to Visit Seven Magic Mountains

On New Year’s Eve eve, I found myself tracking across the Mojave, on through Amboy, past the world’s largest thermometer in Baker and towards Las Vegas. The sky was gray and a chill settled in. When I made it to Sloan, Nevada the surface of the road whispered that I was chasing rain.

Why Sloan? Well, in the desert stands seven colorful towers: Ugo Rondinone’s Seven Magic Mountains

For some reason I naively thought, “It’s New Years time. I’ll have the place to myself. Who the hell else would come out to see stacked fish tank rocks when Vegas is right over there?

As it turned out – lots of people. The ground around the installation hosted a steady stream of visitors making peace signs and curiously out-of-place “sexy looks” for photos.

I don’t get the need to present yourself as sexy in every situation. This is me being sexy on a bridge. Look at me, I’m sexy by these rocks. Remember that time I was sexy by that tree? But I don’t have to get it, I guess. My job is to mind my own business and follow the colorful cairns scattered around the world that lead a path to my heart.

I bet you’d love me if I were a robot.

Visit:

Seven Magic Mountains
35.839026, -115.272360
S Las Vegas Blvd
Las Vegas, NV 89054

One Of The Simplest Pleasures of Riding a Motorcycle Is When You Stop

One Of The Simplest Pleasures of Riding a Motorcycle Is When You Stop

Sometimes the simplest pleasure in the world is doin’ nothin’. There can be so much to see when you’re just standing around being. Life becomes uncomplicated and yet expands far beyond the reaches of your mind.

Not far from Ocotillo, I stood watching some wind turbines and snapping a few pics. I heard a familiar sound in the distance. Two KTMs approached, stopped in the middle of the road and said ‘hello.’

It was obvious I wasn’t in distress so they were just friendly; asking where I was heading. They never asked what I was doing. I’m sure it was obvious and familiar. I wasn’t really doing anything.

Standing around taking photos or just taking in the view seems to be an integral part of motorcycling. You have to stop doing the thing you love, to capture an image of the thing you love. In the stopping, the standing around looking – that’s often where the simple pleasure dwells.

When else do you find yourself standing on the side of the road for no reason at all? On some random Wednesday do you ever pull over in your car, get out and just gawk for a few minutes? I don’t. Perhaps I’m missing out. My brain isn’t wired to relax or see the world from my car. My car seems to be for purpose or task-oriented travel. Not for pleasure like my motorcycle.


This post is part of a month-long writing prompt challenge: Brave, Bold, Blogger Challenge (BBBC) 2017 hosted by Kathy at ToadMama.com.

Prompt: Simple Pleasure

 

Riding a Motorcycle Through the Big Wide World

Riding a Motorcycle Through the Big Wide World

Riding across the Mojave from Twentynine Palms on my way to Amboy, California was something of a spiritual experience. Seeing an ocean of sand spill out before me with dappled light spread across the expanse… it is a moment I will never forget. I had many such moments in different desert landscapes around California.

If you asked 21-year-old me what type of riding I would like to do forever and ever and ever – the answer surely would’ve have been twisty mountain roads as fast as I possibly could.

Here I am now in my 40’s smiling back at that narrowminded girl. Such a simple and predictable answer. An answer from a version of me that did not understand the beauty of serenity and solitude. That is what these wide open spaces provide.

On the surface, you might look at the photos and think “boring ride!” But I assure you, nothing could have been further from the truth.

Being in a tremendous expanse gives the mind room to roam unfettered and free.


This post is part of a month-long writing prompt challenge: Brave, Bold, Blogger Challenge (BBBC) 2017 hosted by Kathy at ToadMama.com.

Prompt: Open concept or rooms with walls

Route 66 Amboy, California – Roy’s Cafe

Route 66 Amboy, California – Roy’s Cafe

When something from popular culture becomes a fixture in my mind, often when I visit such a place I don’t know how to react. Almost like standing around at a party and not knowing what to do with your hands. The sight isn’t a surprise. You’ve seen it a million times. But even so, there is a sparkle that comes from seeing something with your own eyes.

How many times have my eyes gazed over photos of the Roy’s sign? Countless, it seemed.

As it appeared in the distance, a smile danced across my face. “There it is!” I thought. And it was gorgeous.

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