Holidays

Let's see holiday's they are so stressful. But no matter what some people get into them really good. They decorate their yards and their houses some even do their cars and trucks.
Well my children have grown up and my grandchildren live in California.
So far away.

So the most I ever get is a phone call from them and a visit once a year. Which is very special believe me. But when they aren't here then these holidays are more or less just another day to work or just hang out with some friends that don't have family.

I am not knocking the holidays by all means. Ones that have families that get together and share the true meaning of that holiday. Well it's great.
It's should be from the heart. Not for what we buy or how we show our yards off to out do the person that lives next door.

The holidays have gotten so commercial that we don't even take that special person shopping for a gift. We just get on the net and order it. There is no personal touch any more.
I miss the old times growing up and sneaking in the back door of my grandparents door just to catch the smell of all the wonderful cooking going on.

Wow those were wonderful times and the bad thing is they will never be seen ever again no matter how hard you try. Because they disappeared. And with our Hi tech world it doesn't really matter.

Wonder Sites

First let me start out by saying this is my first time ever at this blogging thing. I really don't know what to do or even how I'm to start. So please bare with me. If you have any advise please feel free to pass it on to me so I can improve. All of this just seems Greek to me....lol...

No offense please.


I started reading blogs about four months ago and then I got brave. So I started leaving some comments on some. Actually I guess I should say I accidentally came across this blog place. It was great how everyone was sharing their wonderful moments.
I signed up for this a few days ago set up the page and really didn't know what to write. I guess you call it writers block. I just call it my dumb moment...lol...




So here I am. Today I was going threw some pictures and I thought hey this are beautiful. So this is how I figured I would start. Sharing with you all these beautiful pictures.
People travel all over the place to see some wonderful places. These are places right here in our own little side of the world.



I hope you enjoy them.........






Monument Valley is part of the Colorado Plateau. The red color comes from the iron oxide exposed in the weathered siltstone. ( And let me say this what ever you wear here if you get this red dirt on well you can't get it out.) This too is park of the Navajo Nation.
When I visited there I learned that many films were made there starting in 1939. Stagecoach with director John Ford. He went back nine times after that to film Westerns. The time I was there it was very warm in the day hours and very nice and cool at night. This place is where time has forgot. One of the last places that you can visit and see what it was like many, many years ago.
Visited May 1999.






Antelope Canyon is really two canyons. An upper and a lower. Both have hidden slots which was carved from the swirling sandstone and drain from the south into Lake Powell. Narrow in places with just enough that you can reach out your arms and touch both sides. The Navajo who have lived there for some time. The canyon will give you a uplifting feeling of what Mother Nature really offers. And what it is like to be in beautiful harmony with greatness that is not made from man.
Visited April 2001










Oak Creek is part of the Se dona area. This stream flows year round. The forested canyon is quite narrow in some places, with rock formations and all kind of wildlife to view. There are many bends in this canyon and places where you just might have to swim. I enjoyed the carpark at the trailhead which was filled with so many wildflowers. The butterflies were every where and also some small humming birds flew around.
(I will have to keep looking for the pictures I took of the flowers and post them.)
Visited June 2004











Mooney Falls, drops about 200 feet and can only be accessed by climbing down a narrow ledge that can be slippery from the waterfall spray. The village which some know as Supai is the home of the Havasupai Indians for a very. very long time.

The story that I was told about this place was the falls got their name from a prospector who passed away about 1882. They was lowering him down the cliffs next to the falls when the rope got jammed. And three days he hung there helpless until he feel to his death.

Visited June 1990