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Christmas is Coming

1st October 2011 by helen

Just a reminder to everyone that Christmas is coming!

Why?

Well, if you do any of your Christmas shopping 0ver the Internet then you can help us out too by using easyfundraising.  It doesn’t cost anything at all.  Easyfundraising will simply pass on to our expedition about half of the money that those pesky advertisers pay them to advertise on the websites you are using to do your shopping.

With the big usage sites such as Amazon, eBay and Argos, it’s easy to help us out, and it won’t cost you a penny.  Just click on the small flashing link in the right sidebar to find out more.



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Reflections on a Brief Respite at Indian Creek

25th April 2011 by Paul

As the golden sun sank slowly in the late afternoon sky and threatened to dip below the surrounding red rock hills, we pulled into Indian Creek, and nestled ourselves between two old fallen trees in time to catch the last of its warmth.

campfire cooking

campfire cooking

I soon had a fire started, and went about readying the pot while Helen chopped vegetables and sliced the beef that had become frozen in the back of the truck.  When the onions went in, the pot hissed and spat loudly and I had to stir quickly to avoid burning them.  Next, the meat went in, and was soon browned, seasoned and left to seal.  With a little water added, some garlic, salt and pepper, and with vegetables, and a stock cube crumbled in, the pot was left to simmer while we explored the brook that babbled past camp beneath an inch or two of ice.  The stream seemed unmoving, yet the sound of rushing water filled the air as the Indian Creek went effortlessly about the business of being a creek. 

Mediating on the river

Mediating on the river

We made long, perilous steps from rock to rock, in a giant game of stepping stones across the frozen ice, until we reached a flat rock where we could sit cross legged and contemplate the beauty of the place.  It was lovely, and a secluded spot where we could lose ourselves in thought.

How often do we really stop long enough to allow ourselves to be re-absorbed by the nature of all things?  As a child I recall spending long times fascinated by nature – allowing a slow moving caterpillar time to creep millimetre by millimetre up the whole length of my arm; watching a spider weave it’s whole web and then settle at its centre, in anticipation of it’s next meal; or lying face down in the long grass, chin on hands, watching the way the wind made the long blades dance, and smaller particles of vegetation quiver at their base.  

sparks fly

sparks fly

And yet, as we grow older, the busyness of life begins to push us along, until we truly are racing out of control towards the crash barrier at the end of it.  Life is best enjoyed slowly, it seems.  Yet we are often in such a rush to get things done, to cram so much in, that we are in danger of arriving exhausted at the end of it having endless regrets of what might have been.

“I don’t have time” is such a common excuse for being unwilling or unable to decide how to use each moment of this one prescious life we all have.

As darkeness came, we sat in silence back in camp, mesmerised as the fire danced around the pot, flames softly flopping and popping around the burning wood.  Occasionally, a knot would pop loudly, sending a flurry of glowing red embers skywards in the hot air as if in a rush to join the billion stars hanging glittering in the black sky above.  

cheers

cheers

The stew went down well, and the fire provided an entertaining backdrop to an evening of conversation about our journey so far, and what might become of us when it is all over.   In a place so still and quiet, so perfect, we remind ourselves that whilst our goals are important, and our resolve undiminished, it is ultimately how we travel that will determine our sense of success in the long term.

“What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare…”

Sedona

14th February 2011 by helen

The whole of this part of the country has magnificent scenery.  Sedona is part of Red Rock Country.  The predominant colour of the rock formations here being red sandstone.  The depths of the valleys and canyons are not so great as the Grand Canyon just to the north, nor as numerous as the Canyonlands a little further on, but pretty nonetheless.  There are more trees here and the overall impact is much greener and lusher.

Paul marches out across Devil's Bridge

Paul marches out across Devil's Bridge

However, the vortices, for which Sedona is famed, combined with the beautiful scenery, have turned it into a commercial nightmare.  The small town of Sedona is overrun with souvenir shops selling the usual t-shirts, postcards, Indian art, etc.  And of course there are plenty of motels and hotels and restaurants to meet the needs of the many many visitors this area attracts. 

A look around the racks in the visitor centre though provides testimony to the commercialism of spiritual enlightenment.  There are numerous spiritual ‘guides’ offering supported tours of the vortices, where you can have your chakras read, be given your own special crystal, special spirit releasing massages, and whatnot.   Some may be helpful, some may not, but digging your way through the piles of advertising leaflets makes it hard to tell which is which.  None are too keen on telling you where exactly to find these vortices so you can go off on your own and have your own experience of course! 

Some of the scenery in Sedona, Red Rock Country

Some of the scenery in Sedona, Red Rock Country

From one of the tourist guides:  Webster (dictionary presumably) defines a vortex as “a mass of fluid with a whirling or circular motion that forms a cavity or vacuum in the centre of the circle and draws or vacuum bodies subject to its action.”  In Sedona, a vortex is a hot spot of natural energy that draws thousands of visitors each year.  The vortexes are believed to create positive, negative and neutral releases of the Earth’s energy and evoke balance, a heightened sense of awareness and an awakening of the spirit.  From the same guide: In the 1980’s, a locally based, internationally known psychic counsellor expressed that people needed to read the Earth’s natural energies in the same way that a psychic reads a person.  The counsellor emphasized that though ‘hot spots’ of natural energy are found all over this planet, Sedona was an ideal site for reading that energy because all of the three known types of hot spots, or vortexes, exist here.  Sedona has since become a hot spot (my emphasis, not sure if pun intended) for metaphysical and spiritual activities.

The readily available maps of the area are also incredibly imprecise.  The intention seems to be to direct you to the various Jeep Tour companies that operate in the area taking tourists on guided tours around the main sights.  If you choose to drive your own vehicle be prepared to pay the $5 area access fee to do anything other than drive straight through the town and out the other side again.  All parked vehicles at the various trialheads must display this ticket.

Those imprecise maps do indicate where hiking trails begin, and along which you need to hike at least a half a mile to reach any of the famed vortices.  We chose a short hike to Devil’s Bridge, named for the rock that juts out from the side of the hill, forming a bridge, narrow and rocky, over a drop into the wooded valley below.  Paul crossed the bridge and back.  I took his photo from the main path.  Not my cup of tea, as they say.  Disenchanted by the commercial hype we made no attempt to find a vortex.

Having returned from our walk we found the only campsite in the whole of the Sedona area that was open at this time of year.  Another shock – $18 per night for the use of a pit toilet, fire pit and concrete bench.  No water, no nothing else.  More than twice the cost of a similar campsite in the more beautiful Canyonlands.  The only difference here was a man on site to take your money to make sure you paid. 

Pretty as it is, I cannot help but wonder if Sedona would be so popular without the attraction of the vortices and man’s need to seek spiritual enlightenment.

At the end of the day we headed off to Prescott, our next planned stop. After a day of walking and exploring it was late when we got close and we ended up ‘camping’ in Walmart carpark.  Don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but Walmart operate a system of allowing any RV to camp overnight in the car park of any Walmart store that has 24 hour opening hours.  Usually you just park and sleep, here for a change we had to register with the customer services desk first.

Distance travelled – 87 miles since Sedona