Sunday, April 27, 2014

Won't You Take Me to... Safety Town?

Attention: there's a mini Baltimore (&surrounding area) in the middle of Baltimore itself, with the sole creation intention of modeling safety skills.
Its spectacular and hilarious...I want one in my back yard. 
Baltimore's Model Safety City in the middle of Druid Hill Park

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Of Mountains & Monuments

The past week has been a justifiable oxymoron, both hectic and soothing.  No matter how long I lived there or how many times  I return, something about the skyline of SLC still gives me butterflies. 
*A skyline so lovely that  even an out-the-window-of-a-moving-car photo turns out*
In fact...That weirdo slowing down to nearly nothing... on the fast-paced freeway... for this shot?  Well, that was me.
* Mid-1800's details and heading under the seagull arch.  Why seagulls in the middle of a desert? Its really a cool story that many historians have agreed led the sea-faring bird to the meadows.  As it is told,  the Pioneers who actually made it through the beyond harsh conditions to settle the area were once again plagued by crickets, making it nearly impossible to plant,let alone harvest.   Prayers led to miracles... in the form of seagulls. (Yeah, historians have agreed that, while miracles can't be proven, the California gulls came in the mid-late 1800's in search of crickets) *
*Holy places make me happy.*
That misty eyed girl strolling around as if she'd never been there before?  That was also me.
*Reminder that He is risen during Easter*
I was the one not taking "selfies with the Saviour.
*Tabernacles on the Square.  We toured the Conference Center & were in awe.* 
That flower crazed person on the grounds checking the soil and rooting of the flowers... that was also not  me.  It was the him in my family, but it was totally not me. 
*Busy bees and the monuments honouring them*
I am, however, that person still excited to ride Trax.
*In the city... why not wear safety cones as hats, I say. * 
*Flavours of my youth in my favourite~ Trolley Square.*
I am the creep, stalking out my old favourites, just to feel like home again.  
*Signs of a delicious trip!*
We're those people who judge a vacation based on the food we eat.  
*I  am obsessed with love old signs.*
That crazy tourist, touring her own stomping grounds, that was me.  I'm the one in love with vintage neon.

*Some amazing art on the buidings' sides and a Banksy spotting*
I'm that person who admires the nicely done vandalism. 
*I'm the one unsatisfied until we cross the causeway in hopes of seeing a buffalo.* 
*Antelope Island in the Great Salt Lake.*
Of course, the finest parts of our trip are stored up in my heart. The peace & joy from visits with my best friend/sister & other family can't be conveyed through a blog post. I guess I always  leave a part of my heart down in the valley.  

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Inked and Fabulous

I was the [only] one strolling through the tattoo museum without any pet ink of my own showing.  
That nerdy one carefully reading the history plaques... that was me. 
I'd said it was an artsy feeling day, craving a new museum. 
Well, I found it here. 
Baltimore Tattoo Museum on East Street

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Over the Hill

We're the people who prefer plaid and muddy boots on chilly Saturdays to a badly timed dub step dance party.  We sleep better to the sounds of wind through trees and owls hooting than to ambulances and electric lights. 
We're the ones who take a pre-vacation vacation, climbing new rolling rocks, just to see the view.  This past weekend, we found our solace in the hills and cathedrals in trees.
We're the ones chasing our weekends on the freeways and mountain sides, just to see what is over the next hill.  
This weekend, the guy was what was over the hill with a 1/2 way through life (expectancy, that is) birthday. 
We climbed on some rocks before heading into town to go antiquing. Turning right out of a [creepy] antique shop, we decided to see what was over the hill. 
Cows were over the hill.   Oh an another hill to cross over, revealing a little sign that read Blackwater Falls was only 12 miles.   
So, of course, we hiked the short mile trail back to Black Water Falls.
Blackwater Falls, WV
...and the 10 mile slightly more challenging trail over to Elkala Falls. 
...and the 8 mile hike to Muddy Creek Falls. 
(Thank goodness for camera's zoom features!  We heard a weird scratchy noise out the cabin window and peeked to see a large bear  scratching her back.  I preferred  seeing her from this side of the window).  
 ...And the 5 1/2  mi. trail from the cabin to Swallow Falls.  
He's a lumberjack and that's okay (last visitor forgot to open the flue, apparently). 

And, of course, there were ducks.
Quack Quack

Thursday, April 3, 2014

A Throw Back Thursday Post-- Tales from Wanderings Past

Two years ago, we asked my dad (my parents are hippies products of the 60's... my dad is more of a wanderer than I, nighttime reading maps. If anyone should be asked for an interesting road trip idea, its that guy.) if there was any peculiar place that we could explore.  He mentioned a giant boulder field in the middle of the woods, that no one had pinpointed origins for.  

Great.  A football field size pile of rocks (insert eyeroll here).  
Of course, these rocks are as peculiar as the lack of historical orgins.  They chime like bells when hit.  So we drove. 
Just over an hour from Philli is Ringing Rocks State Park.  We followed the clings and clangs, hiking back to see this rock sanctuary.
A BYOH (Bring Your Own Hammer) affair, we stoically climbed through the rocks clanging and smashing along, learning that the more worn stones have the more pronounced chimes.  

My video wouldn't load for whatever techy reason I'm not modern enough to figure out, but this bouncy Youtube one shares the sounds and weirdness of these very solid, very hollow-sounding boulders.