Exploring One of the Wonders of the World!

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Wednesday, March 5, 2008

I'm perplexed. Do I talk about my (very long) day visiting the Grand Canyon or how I should learn to listen better.
 
Yep. I screwed up because I wasn't listening. Remember how I wrote in my Imagination, Hallucination entry that the name "Maryanna" came to me as possibly Stella's daughters name? Now I have Stella all worried and questioning her daughter about her being a Virgin. Sorry about that. I now know that she isn't the right person. Remember Kokopelli? Besides being known as a fertility figure, he was also known as a trickster. I have a feeling he's trying to confuse me.
 
My day touring the Grand Canyon. I was up at 6 am. Left at 7 and arrived at the Canyon Visitor Center shortly after 8 am. The Imax Movie, Grand Canyon, The Hidden Secrets starts at 8h30 and last 35 minutes. The movie is amazing. Especially on an Imax screen. The movie starts off with naked women filling the 50X70 foot screen. Now those are big b**bs. Ok. Dramatic effect. There were naked women on the screen but that was for historical accuracy. The Anasazi, who were the first, known,   inhabitants of the area didn't have issues with modesty. They were born naked and so, if it's hot out there is no reason to cover up. From their story we fast forward to the first European arrivals who set foot on the Canyon walls. Then we take a wild ride down the Colorado river with the explorers mapping the terrain.
 
The movie was so awe inspiring that I bought a copy, a regular DVD, not an Imax version. Not for the naked women, but for the sheer beauty of the parts of the Canyon I did not see. Which is most of it. In the gift shop I bought a Kokopelli bookmark and a book on the cool dude himself, Cuckoo for Kokopelli, by Dave Walker. Then it was time to see one of the Wonders of the World. Depending on who's list you are looking at the Grand Canyon can be on it.
 
The first stop is Mather Point. Yes, the Grand Canyon does live up to its advance billing. There is nothing I can write that can describe it's sheer vastness. Route planning time to ensure the best use of the sun. Even though I may be a prophet, I am still a photographer. To get the best light I decide to start at the furthest point east, Desert View. I'm too late for the early morning sunlight, so you'll have to make do with my mediocre morning shots.
 
I have a lot to think about after yesterday's Hallucination entry. The 45 minute, 45 mph drive to Desert View is the perfect setting for some contemplation, especially with Bryan Adams blasting from the radio. I figured out why I have such an eclectic taste in music. What? Is! knew that I couldn't read when I was driving. What better way to get his messages to me, through music.
 
The sun is shining bright but it's quite windy. I make one stop before Desert View to take some pictures. They built a viewing tower at Desert View making it look old. When I saw it I thought it was going to fall down because of the missing stones. It was just an illusion. The interior of the tower has copies of local cave drawings. A sign on a wall says that they might not be appropriate for younger viewers. Looks like Kokopelli's been busy.
 
It's lunch time so I take a break and grab a bite. Then I drive back towards Mathers Point stopping at all the view points. The wind has picked up. I always try and get the best shot, and there are no signs saying to stay behind the barriers, so most of my shots are taken from very close to the edge. I believe What? Is! is testing my faith. He likes to send big gusts of wind when I'm not expecting them. I'm not worried. He's not going to send his newest prophet off a cliff before his job is done. I decided to take a photo of my foot to show everyone how close to the edge I often was.
 
Later in the day I was at the Yavapai Point Observation Station when a lady came in and said a strong gust of wind blew her over. At another point some guy tripped on some rocks. Somebody made a comment that he was lucky he wasn't closer to the edge. I'm getting tired. Sure I've been driving a lot, but I've also done a lot of walking.
 
Before arriving at the Visitor Center this morning I drove by the Canyon Airport and saw the Tour Helicopters. I figure it would be a good investment, get some sunset pictures from the air. Somebody has different plans for me. The wind is not letting up. Too strong to fly. Earlier in the day I saw a Hawk having trouble landing.
 
I take a rest at the Yavapai Point Observation Station and then head west from there walking towards the Grand Canyon Village along the paved footpath. I was hoping to drive to the Hermit Trailhead to the west of the Village, but as of March 1st the only way to go is by tour bus. I'm not much of a tour bus person. Rush on...rush off...rush on....rush off!
 
I'm strolling along the pathway. Actually I may be sauntering. Actually I don't think there's a word for what I was doing as I'm constantly looking for the best angle to take some photos. The problem is that every 5 feet there's a new tree, or a new angle of viewing the canyon that I want to take another picture. Taking 5 billion pictures of the Grand Canyon still wouldn't capture what it is. Every minute the sun moves and changes the shadows and so what you see.
 
As I'm strolling, sauntering, pacing, walking, I hit the jackpot. There in the middle of the pathway are 4  brand new, crisp $100 dollar bills. Wow. Ask and you shall receive takes a new meaning at this point. I am running out of cash. It's raining $100 bills. This is better than a slot machine. Better odds. I don't have to plug a machine with my money.
 
Then I remember. I've been playing leap frog with a couple from Germany. I can't see them now, but I'm sure they were ahead of me. I continue taking pictures. Then I see the German couple coming in my direction. They've turned around. I stop them and ask if some of their money might have fallen out of a pocket. I show them 1 - $100 bill. They say no. Then the guy checks his sock and says maybe 3 or 4 hundred. I give him the money. He insists that I take the $40 that he is giving. Treat myself to a good supper. I say no, but he insists. I take the cash.
 
There is a popular misconception about Kokopelli. They consider him a fertility talisman. Everyone associates that with making babies because of his, ummmm, extremely large, ummmmm, male appendage. People seem to forget that "God's of Fertility" also provide other items in abundance, like food, wine, and women. Actually, I added the wine and women. But they do provide abundance in all types of items. Fertile lands provide food. He is, in effect, a good luck charm. But I didn't get to keep the money. Yeah! So, what's your point?
 
That good deed done, I continue taking pictures as the sun is slowly setting. Two couples passing me going in the opposite direction indicate there are some Elk off the trail not too far in front of me. I come across these two Elk not much later. Some other people notice them at the same time. One of the guys makes a comment about the antlers on one of them. Antlers are also called racks. I wonder if that's where the saying, "Look at the Rack on her!", comes from? Though the misconception is that it's the male elk with the bigger rack.
 
The sun is setting and I might have a couple problems. The battery on my camera is dying. My other problem? My 2 GB memory card is almost full. The sun sets and my last picture is taken. 450 photos taken today. A new record. The battery power indicator warning light has been flashing telling me that I have very little power left.
 
It's almost 7 PM when I leave the Grand Canyon. I've been here for 11 hours. Still an hour to drive back to the campground. In the dark. Hope there are no Elks crossing the highway. I might have a grill guard, but don't think they'll do much good against these monsters.
 
On the drive back I may have figured out who the Virgin maiden is. I have a hunch.
 
On the drive I also think about Katrine's comment that she misses me and wants me to come home. I didn't have any signs telling me what I should be doing. It's her birthday tomorrow.
 
Almost forgot. I thought of something quite ironic today.
 
About the time I graduated High School, or shortly before, my Mom & Dad sold their interest in their hardware store to my sister Murielle and her husband. As I had been working alongside my parents for a few years, the plan, as I saw it, was that at some point my parents would start up a new endeavour and I would have the chance to be a partner. I do remember there being some discussion about the new business they might start, then the whole idea was stopped in its track. Why? Because my Mom had gotten quite involved in this Religious group called the Army of Mary. One of their "prophets" had prophesized that the world economies were about to collapse and that you better keep your cash close to you. No investing, etc.
 
At this point I felt like I had been screwed. I wouldn't get my chance to do what I did quite naturally, and for my own account, in my own business. I think I've talked about this before. Oops, no I haven't. It's what I wrote in my About page  for my website. So I had, and I guess still have, a very big problem with "so-called" prophets. Well, that is until now. How can I have a problem with who or what I am? This event was the first of many issues with the Catholic Church that concluded with my leaving that religion. The final part is written in my entry the day I visited the Shrine.
 
The point of all this is we should all take a look at the "disappointing", "bad", or not as expected events in our lives and maybe see how that impacted the future, or might still impact who we are suppose to be.
 
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