Navajo Loop Trail


Anne on Wall Street, Bryce

Our first hike down into Bryce Canyon and then back up again was on the Navajo Loop Trail. It is the most popular hiking trail in the park. It begins and ends with switchbacks, but in-between, you walk among the hoodoos. The most famous section of the trail is known as Wall Street, where the rock walls close in and you are left in your own little world.  

Anne and I bicycled today. Just a turn around Forest Park. Her rear derailleur may need some additional adjustments, since there was a little bit of rattling going on with the chain. It was a beautiful day, with pleasant temperatures in the seventies and low humidity for a change. Consequently, the park was mobbed. There was a huge backup on the highway of cars trying to get into the park, but the bike path wasn’t too bad.

Horseshoe Bend, Page AZ


Horseshoe Bend, Page AZ

There is more than one Horseshoe Bend. There is more than one of them on the Colorado. Jane tried to get us to visit Horseshoe Bend State Park in Utah, but time did not permit. This one is just a few miles downstream from the Glen Canyon Dam. It was hot that day. Not the blistering heat that the southwest has experienced since, but still plenty hot. It is about a half-mile hike from the parking lot to this view and there was almost no shade. An elderly woman had collapsed along the trail and was receiving medical attention, while we were there. Still it is a gorgeously beautiful sight and I’m glad we went there. OBTW, that white speck in the middle of the river, in the lower left-hand corner of the photo is the wash from a speedboat. It is a long way down, but gives scale. 

I finished up the Zen of bicycle maintenance today, getting Anne’s bike all ship-shape for the summer, but before that I took my bike for a little test ride in the park. It felt good to be back on the bike and to also be riding in Forest Park. It has been way too long since the last time. The road work in the southwest corner of the park looks like it is almost complete, sprucing up a neglected corner of the park. The only other new thing that I noticed in my absence was the work underway to remove the Confederate memorial. Work has been suspended pending a court ruling, but fencing had been erected around the memorial, at some distance. I guess to keep protesters back, but I didn’t see anyone. The court case revolves around the question of ownership of the memorial. The city thought that it owned it, but the Civil War museum at Jefferson Barracks claims that they own it. Jefferson Barracks was a Union Civil War camp, but is now a national cemetery. I say, let the lawyers fight it out and leave the soldiers alone. 

Maintenance Cycle


Dragonfly on Water Lily

“In a car you’re always in a compartment, and because you’re used to it you don’t realize that through that car window everything you see is just more TV. You’re a passive observer and it is all moving by you boringly in a frame. On a cycle the frame is gone. You’re completely in contact with it all. You’re in the scene, not just watching it anymore, and this sense of presence is overwhelming.” – Robert M Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

We took two cars into the Toyota dealership for service. The Prius got an oil change, some regular maintenance and a look at its catalytic converter. It had a dent in it, but was otherwise OK. Dave’s Corolla passed its state inspections, had its recall notices taken care of and had some other long overdue maintenance performed. The cabin air filter looked like the forest floor, with enough leaves in it to be mulch worthy. With its inspection certificates in hand, I made a beeline for the DMV and it is now street legal again. With the four-wheel vehicles all taken care of, it was time to turn my attention to the two-wheel variety. We’re talking bicycles now. The Zen of bicycle maintenance included new tubes and tires, chain and cassette and brake pads. Also, a new computer for Anne. Further tweaking may be required.

UPDATE: I only got my bike done today, but it purrs like a dream. No cassettes though. The one that I thought I had in my parts stash was too out of date and REI was totally out of stock. It’s supposed to rain tomorrow, so, I should finished up with Anne’s bike in time for beaucoup test rides this weekend. Anne made a joke about upgrading from cassettes to CDs, but I guess that’s mute.