Shoulda Woulda Coulda
Every time I visit places west of the 100th meridian, I realize how much I miss making art. There is something about the light and the colors in the rock and the warmth of the sun that makes me want to be outside sketching and painting and drawing. Over the past two decades, my (corporate) work schedule has slowly and systematically consumed more and more of my life energy, so much so that being creative is no longer something I spend much time doing. And I miss it. I am angry that it’s come to this, that my creative outpouring has dried up like the furthest reaches of the Colorado River.
There is a beautiful observation that N. Scott Mumaday makes in Ken Burns’ documentary, The West. In the opening minutes of the series, N. Scott Mumaday says of the American West:
“It is a dream. It is what people who have come here from the beginning of time—have dreamed. It’s a dream landscape. To the Native American, it’s full of sacred realities. Powerful things. It’s a landscape that has has to be seen to be believed. And I say on occasion, it may have to be believed in order to be seen.”
- Black Lake
- At one point the trail disappears onto an exposed stretch of granite. I continue to walk for few minutes across the rock and come to the other side. The giant slab ends at a steep drop-off.
- Lincoln Home National Historic Site
- I am quite ashamed to admit that I’ve lived most of my life in Illinois but I have never visited the Lincoln Home. That is, until now. I am on my way to St. Louis and thought it is a perfect time to stop by to see this lovely historic home.
- White Pass
- Today we rode the White Pass and Yukon Route railway from Skagway, Alaska to the summit of White Pass.