Tuesday, June 28, 2011

24 States: The Wildlife

I have a friend who believes the more time you spend outside, the more wildlife you see. After completing a 24 state trek, with the majority of time spent outside I confirm this declaration. One of the greatest parts of this adventure was the exposure to wildlife--new and old.
We assisted this turtle in his road crossing endeavor at Graham State Park in Dansville, Missouri. He clearly was not going to help himself. On Block Island, Rhode Island there were many more turtles to be seen.
An evening bird watching session at Lake Manawa State Park in Council Bluffs, Iowa led us to this one of many wild turkeys. He was loudly going about his business. These fellas are quite comical.
Several bunnies were found foraging in the midst of rain showers on small grassy patches of The Badlands National Park.
The very next day we had lots of good luck spotting mountain goats. What the weather lacked, the mountain goats made up for. We were able to get quite close to them along the roadside at one of our scenery viewpoint stops.
In Custer State Park in Custer, South Dakota we ran into several pronghorns on Wildlife Loop Road.
At the end of our journey through Custer we peaked with burros, a whole lot of them. What funny animals!
Bison here, bison there, bison everywhere. These may not be the most unique character of the bunch out West, to me, that doesn't matter. They are massive and durable beings, and the benefits of visiting in snowy May include baby bison all over the place.
Bear sightings in Yellowstone National Park were also thrilling! We happened upon this bear jam near the Lamar Valley. By waiting patiently or long enough to aggravate the bear we caught him making his escape--swimming across the river and climbing up the hillside. He was swift for such a massive specie!
Near the Blacktail Deer Plateau we found bighorn sheep sun bathing.
Before leaving Yellowstone behind, we enjoyed watching (K.A.R. snap pictures of) this Goldeneye and his friend. One truly appreciates how easy we humans have it after overseeing this duck hunt for his lunch on the icy waters of Yellowstone Lake near the West Thumb Geyser Basin.
Coyote crossing! This one looks the the winter was harsh on him, he is a bit mangled. Perhaps he had trouble finding food with the huge snow banks found in the Southern parts?

A solid spot led to these two moose on the side of the road after leaving Yellowstone and Grand Tetons National Park behind.
This colorful Bullock's Oriole was found at a Nevada rest stop. Of all the birds seen, this is the first and last one we were actually within range to catch a non-blurry bird photo. Score.
If you know one thing about me--make it that I have a passionate hatred of deer. They are nothing but a nuisance to society. That being said, I do not know what possessed me to snap this image of these four deer in Taylorsville, California, the final stop of the road trip portion of this experience.
Of all the wildlife seen, the seals on Block Island, Rhode Island stole the show. Watching the seals entertain us at Sandy Point never got old. I had no idea how social seals were; it seemed the more people that joined us in viewing, the friskier the seals became.
I suppose I lied about the Bullock's Oriole being the only bird photographed, this Red-winged Blackbird was neat too!

Being outside with animals adds a natural fullness to my life. "Any glimpse into the life of an animal quickens our own and makes it so much the larger and better in every way." (John Muir)

Friday, June 17, 2011

Western Africa Culture

One day after I received the word of D's passing, my friends and I took a day off from outdoor activities at the Museum of Fine Arts (MFA) in Boston, Massachusetts. I am by no means a museum person, however, the experience ended up being quite reflective.

The purpose for our visit to the MFA, besides avoiding rain, was to see the Chihuly exhibit. Dale Chihuly, blind in his left eye, is the artist behind thousands of freeblown functional and sculptural glass works. If the traveling exhibit ever makes it to your area, it's phenomenal!

The museum is sectored by region--the Africa region being of most interest to me. One of the displays featured Kente cloth, native to the people of Ghana. Kente cloth is an extremely heavy, colorful material made of silk and cotton. Each color in the cloth has a symbolic meaning and the patterns vary by region (in Ghana). This cloth is scared and worn only for special occasions.

I have only traveled to four countries within Africa, though fortunately hitting three major regions. Sharing stories of traditions in Ghana (and other African nations) with friends who know very little about my time there, in light of the recent tragedy, was healing. Had D not been a part of my story, Ghana might have seemed very different. I took full advantage of this opportunity to further my own knowledge and provide insight for friends, who so patiently listen to all of my Africa ramblings.

Instead of staying in bed, ignoring this harsh world, I was able to spend time in the city honoring those in Africa who brightened my story!

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Africa (can) Suck

In retrospect, at the time of my journey, Ghana was not for me. This being said, I did my best to embrace everything Ghana had to offer for an entire month. The month I spent in Western Africa was a part of my Peace Corps experience. Through my eyes I witnessed the beautiful country of Ghana. My heart was very much aware of the abundance of the love Ghanians demonstrate for complete strangers, along with one another.

In the midst of my American travels, I was stopped in my tracks with the devastating news my Ghanian host-sister had passed away. Almost immediately upon arrival, little D informed me she had sickle cell anemia. An episode related to her condition took her life. Coming from a country that struggles with stigma, honestly discussing important issues regarding personal health, and the ability to apply concepts I was blown away by D's openness. She taught me more about her disease than any college genetics class ever did. BUT not only was her knowledge of life with sickle cell anemia passed along--she shared her culture and invited me into her life. She was one of those very special people who truly captivate their audience. They don't allow anything to hold them back; they intentionally create fulfilling lives.

The news caught me way off guard; it took everything I had not to burst into tears. Sweet D touched my life in a way no one else had. Her receptiveness and responsiveness to my unique challenge of readjusting to another new African home did not phase her. There was no time for wallowing as she filled every waking minute of my Ghana time with Yahtzee, card games, jump rope, swinging on the handmade swings, sidewalk chalk, Play-Doh, and short village walks.

Now she is physically gone--it's unfair.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

amAZing

The state of Arizona and I get along quite well. I have a travel policy I strictly abide by: no visiting the same place twice. Rules have to be broken when family members dwell in certain places too long; my Grams is a long-term resident of Arizona. When your Grams is a trooper like mine, breaking travel policy is fun.
At 74 she summits mountains, she embraces my eating quirks--only taking me out to eat if the restaurant serves local food, she loves her cards as much as I do, she shares my enjoyment for ice cream, she keeps her visitors busy, she flatters me by joining me for documentary viewings about going vegan (Forks over Knives--Go see it RIGHT now!), she soaks up each minute of the day--starting the morning with some form of exercise, she is well traveled and exceptionally informed, she appreciates the sun but respects it power, she is a people person.
She is wise but not preachy--speaking with heart from her own experience.

Monday, June 6, 2011

San Francisco

After visiting two major cities--New York City and San Francisco--this year, for the first time, I have confirmed the city lifestyle is not for me. There are many, many perks to a city, benefits you simply can't find in the suburbs or out in the country, plus environmentally speaking, city dwellers are more efficient(!!!). My reservations regarding this lifestyle include mass quantities of people everywhere and very little scenery/views (unless you are into concrete). The pace of city life is exhausting... and I am not speaking of the satisfying physical 'I just ran a marathon' exhaustion, we're talking the over-caffeinated and over-worked feeling of dread.

Hesitations aside, K.F.A. lives in the city and I value our friendship--decision made; I was off to San Francisco, California before working my way back East. I do have genuine interest in experiencing new places, despite my city bias. Who doesn't when the lodging is free?

I grew fond of San Francisco during my short stay, not enough to convert me or anything... but this city has to be one of the most progressive American cities on the map. It was easy to appreciate the unique architecture, including beach color buildings. And if you are brave enough to ascend the hills you can actually capture a nice view of the bay. The people I met seemed hip, intellectual, and more laid back when compared with my previous experiences.
Regardless of my overall positive impression of the city, the time spent with K.F.A. will be what I remember about this trip. The early morning four hour walk over the Golden Gate Bridge, cooking pancakes for old time sakes, endless deep conversation, a lazy Sunday afternoon relaxing in the park while listening to Phoenix, a delicious Thai food dinner--experiencing a routine weekend with her after nearly two years. Bliss.

Simplicity and friendship, my basic requirements.

Friday, June 3, 2011

Nine Months

By Peace Corps’ 27 month standard the education 2010 volunteers have completed two-thirds of their service. While I officially completed 13 months of service, only 10 of these months were served in Lesotho. No longer a volunteer I am very much united to my cohort of friends still in country finishing out the remainder of their service. We have been without T.C.M. for a complete trimester.
At the finale of each month abroad I chose one song to essentially define the atmosphere throughout the month. My playlist, heavily influenced by T.C.M., included these nine songs:
  • Month One: Wagon Wheel—Old Crow Medicine Show
  • Month Two: New Shoes—Paolo Nutini
  • Month Three: Wonderwall—Oasis
  • Month Four: 1901--Phoenix
  • Month Five: I Got No Ceilings—Lil Wayne
  • Month Six: She Moves in Her Own Way—The Kooks
  • Month Seven: Waka Waka (Time for Africa)--Shakira
  • Month Eight: July, July!—The Decembrist
  • Month Nine: Let Her Cry—Hootie & the Blowfish
The second trimester, in country or out, has been a difficult one. Regaining confidence, resetting values, restoring passion, and finding a general sense of normalcy has included a celebration of small accomplishments. This month I reached a big milestone; I was able to start listening to these nine songs.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

By The Numbers--South Carolina to California

One Reliable Car
Two Rainbows Seen
Three Cities Visited
Four Coyotes Spotted
Five Pounds of Trailmix Consumed
Six Campsites
Seven National Destinations Visited
Eight Days Traveled
Nine Waterfalls Enjoyed
Ten Phone Called Missed
Eleven Maps Used
Twelve Geysers Appreciated
Thirteen Postcards Mailed
Fourteen States Crossed
458 Dollars Spent on Gas
621 Photos Snapped
3563 Miles Driven