Zion’s Weeping Rock

Zion’s Weeping Rock

We’ve enjoyed a few days of frost-free mornings of late. So, it is high time that I commence planning this year’s summer campaign. In truth, I’ve been planning our expedition since Christmas. You have to plan that far ahead to get a good campsite in a national park, come high season. That part is done. We’ve got spots dotted across America picked out that are waiting for us to unroll our sleeping bags under the stars.

Speaking of which, I have a new sleeping bag to try out this year. My forty plus years old one is still serviceable, but it is a summer weight bag and doesn’t keep me warm on colder nights. We also have a new tent. This one is a three-person tent, which should be much roomier than the two-person one that we last bought and because it’s not thirty years old, it hopefully won’t leak like the four-person tent that we also own. Ole Yeller, as I like to call the four-person tent was big enough to sleep the whole family, at least when the boys were still young. It also provided yeoman service on the multiple week-long bicycling excursion with the League of Michigan Bicyclists that we’ve enjoyed. It was big enough to sleep two and also hold all of our gear at night. This summer, we will be car camping and won’t need the extra room inside the tent. Anyway, as they say, camping is where you spend a small fortune to live like a homeless person. 😉

The photo is from last summer’s adventures. Weeping Rock is spring fed, with water drops falling from above, after seeping through the rock face. Weeping Rock is an easy, paved walk-up from the bus stop. The same stop also serves Hidden Canyon, which we also hiked. This trail is across the valley from the more famous Angels Landing and was not anywhere as near crowded. It also has chains, bolted in the rock walls, so you can hangout on a ledge here too.

What’s the Holdup?

What’s the Holdup?

It is a beautiful early spring day. The sun is out. The birds are chirping and as a sure sign that winter is on the wane, our maple’s blossoms are already falling. I say winter is on the wane, except for those who live in more northern climes, like on the coast of Maine, Rochester or unlike as pictured above from last summer, on the shore of Lake Superior. For them, this is no spring day. I checked online just to be sure. The calendar says that spring is still ten days away, but that calendar was made before climate change. We spring ahead for daylight savings time tonight and Anne’s spring break begins this next week. How many more signs of spring do you need? As if you can’t just look outside and see the signs out there for yourself. So, put a spring in your step. Do some spring cleaning, if you must. Because spring is coming, if it is not already here. I think that today would be the perfect day for a spring bicycle ride.

Fan Dancer

Fan Palm Fronds

We created some domestic industry this last weekend. Our big joint effort was the completion of a project that began last November. We hung blinds on the last four windows without them. I can’t say that we attacked this job with any great sense of urgency. It was an on again, off again affair. First the holidays intervened and then there was our travel, but eventually we completed this not quite monumental project. Now, with all nine blinds closed, I can safely run from room to room, with every light on in the house, in my underwear, without the neighbors seeing me. Maybe that would get Anne to look up too. I say this, because she has been heads down working on her crafts, having just completed two quilts and then knitting a pair of socks and a scarf too.