Friday, June 26, 2015

It's Moab, Guys



     We were in Moab for a couple days. Just wanted to get away and Moab is only 7 hours easy drive. I’ve been through there once before and thought it looked pretty cool, a place for more exploring.
     It’s the most incredible, otherworldly landscape I’ve ever seen. Arches National Park Canyonlands, etc. The places where Edward Abbey wrote his masterpiece, Desert Solitaire. Really hot in June: 101, 102, 103, but dry as a bone and tolerable. If you want to lose a lot of weight, walk around, hike, meander over the next hill, trudge up the long trails to the delicate arches and overlooks and do not, never ever, drink water. It’s exhilarating and if you can stay upright, you can lose some lbs.
     We’d go out every day around 8 a.m., back at one or two.  Moab is really expensive, too expensive for what the town has to offer. Thirty/forty dollar dinners for two without booze are the norm. Edward Abbey, the angry old genius and drunk, would murder most of the people here. The city is full of fratboys and girls who are into mountain biking, zip lining, rock climbing, river rafting, hiking, off-roading, driving fast and digging the handmade artisan beers. It’s a contest between the really active youngsters and doddering old farts in their stupid hats. It’s a tie.
     Waiters/waitresses/waitpersons greet you with a big ole cheery, "Hey how you guys doing? What can I get you guys?" "How's everything, guys?" “Is everything OK, guys?” Shit for brains. I guess if I was big into the outdoor extreme sports, endurance, 40 years younger, it would be cool but nowadays, mostly, I want to be left alone to wander. It is very hard to be left alone here and it appears that everything is controlled, authorized, designated.
     Stay on the trails
     Don't park here
     Pick up
     Stay out
     Slow down
     Buckle up.
     Fucking nannies. We ate in a “Brew Pub”, a huge mistake because unless you are into  noisy TV sports and crowds of children and fried cheesy crunchy foods, you should never go into one of those dumps. I had to tune up one of the bouncy waiter dudes who totally fucked up a two-hamburger order and took 45 minutes to do it. He said he was sorry.
     The overfed Mormon failed waiter said he was Really Sorry, guys, after his lame explanation about the lateness of our order: busy, shorthanded, backed up.
     “So, is that OK, guys?”
     “No.”
     “Well, I said I was sorry.”
     “Un hunh, but I still don’t have my hamburger. Apologies don’t put food on the table. GUY."
     It continued. He reduced our tab by 50%, but that wasn't enough.  
     I can't wait until I start drinking again.

     Even with the lame human behavior, Moab is a terrific place if you spend your time outdoors having your mind blown by planet earth; wild landscape, colors, rocks, cliffs and anomalies are everywhere. I came away with a much better knowledge of geology. I now know the difference between Permian and Jurassic, which was always a puzzle. I lament that I didn’t study enough earth science in school. Also, there is a serious Paleontology culture in the region and they are still finding important fossils and dinosaur tracks and new species and the scientists and rangers are friendly and helpful. So, yeah, have fun, wander around, check it out and leave the water in the car.




                                        Arches, entrance

                                         An Arch

                                        The same Arch with another person
                                         Arches, first turnout, very crowded later on
                                         Escarpment, erosion, erotic
                                        Arches, won't be there long
                                        View through Mesa Arch, Canyonlands
                                         Canyonlands. 520 square miles
                                         The Maze, Canyonlands
                                         Chinese Restaurant
                                         Mancos
                                         Mancos or Cortez
                                         Mancos or Cortez
                                         Some other place
                                         Cortez
                                         Cortez
                                         Cortez
                                         Cortez
                                         Cortez
                                         Probably Cortez













Monday, June 8, 2015

Annoying Vacation Photos




I know it’s a little thing. Hardly registers on my own problem-meter. It’s not a problem at all, really, but it’s Monday morning and I’m already pissed off because the company I hired to clean up my property, to weed, cut and trim, was an hour late and instead of a crew of three to work for several hours, there was one dazed dude who said his partners called in sick and he’d do as much as he could.
I have pushed everything back, no shopping, no hiking, no social interaction. I’m staying home to help with the yard, to be here, to assist and write checks and keep him out of the medicine cabinet. So, I’m a little ticked at people who don’t show up and cost me my time. I should know better, right? I’ve been down this road before: workers who don’t return calls, don’t show up, who leave early, who disappear after an hour or so.
While waiting, to kill some time, to calm myself, relax, I boot up Facebook, waste a few minutes, wade into the stream of other people’s lives; where they are and what they are doing.
Yes, yes, of course, dogs and Rumi quotations and videos and pix of parties and kids and gardens and restaurants and cartoons and scoldy posts from vegetarians and anti-Monsantos, threats from religious nuts and narcissists. All cool; totally expected.
Also, vacation pix. Ah. Yes. Just what I need. A little wandering porn, something to distract; a landscape to aid in chilling out while frustrated and fantasizing about travel.
So I have ask: What the fuck is the deal with people posting photos of pretty places and not identifying the location of said photo? Keeping it a secret?
"Here's a picture of a beautiful mountain, lake, beach, but you will never know where it is because I won't tell you. I took the time to post it, but I'm not saying where I am. I want you to see it, to be sucked in and jealous of my good fortune and you can screw yourself if you want to know where this is. Hah. Loser."
Are they so goddamn out of touch, self-centered and narrowly focused? Post a shot of a mountain meadow and not give the locale? Consciously frustrating their followers?
I’m interested in the world and people and beauty, culture, art, nature. Why would someone withhold this info? All of my friends are not assholes. College educated professionals, sane, sober and healthy individuals who have spent hours online making arrangements for the currently displayed holiday, but they don’t have the common courtesy to ID the region where they took the picture?
Unhunh. I scan the top of the screen. Nope. Whereabouts unknown. If I really care, if the environment portrayed is spectacular, I scroll through the comments.
“Where are you?”
“Lovely, where was this taken?”
“Is this Hawaii or West Virginia?”
How hard is it to write the name of a place? I mean, you took the picture, you spent time in your hotel room uploading it, you may have even misspelled a remark or two; how about a few seconds out of your busy schedule to indicate that you’re in Tulum or Thailand? Mediterranean or Caribbean? Northern or Southern fucking hemisphere?
 “Here’s the most incredible coastline on earth. Amazing resort. Enjoying this fab beach. Look how clear the water is. Wow, no people around, miles of sand, lots of cheap food, perfect weather. LOL.”
LOL? Bite me, LOL. Where the hell are you Mr. and Ms. Big Secret? Jesus Christ, you don’t have to tell me what room you’re in, what airline you used or your plans for next week. I don’t care about your life, but if you’ve decided I need to see what you are experiencing and you put up a photo of somewhere that looks alluring, could you please narrow it down to state or country?
While I wait on the landscaping dimwits, trapped in my own home by the ineptitude of the modern world, squandering another day or possibly the rest of the week, just take five seconds tell me if you’re in Slovenia or snorkeling off the coast of Belize.
Seriously, like I said, it’s not a big deal. Less than “one” on the scale of irritants.
Have a nice trip, enjoy the beach or mountains or wherever the hell you are this summer while I listen to the sound of a weed-whacker.