27 mar 2005
Spring Break 2005: an entirely random sampling:
Saturday: Lava flats of New Mexico. I slept in a lava tube, saw a shooting star, and stole Tyler's sleeping bag. I had just met him that day. It was cold out.
Frank at White Sands, Photo by the other Sarah. The photos at places other than Petrified Wood National Monument & Gail's Ranch are mostly by Frank.
Sunday: Kilbourne Hole/Maar [volcanic pipe/collapse]
Getting there involved driving to El Paso, getting lost a bunch, Justin talking to the neighbor's uncle in spanish, and driving more than an hour on unmarked unpaved roads. All with a bucket ofchili raw meat goo in the back of the van. (poor Jon, poor Joe... lucky duct tape.)
famous bomb at Kilbourne hole [photo by Frank]
View from van, heading towards El Paso.
Ans' birthday flower, view from Van.
This is Phil, fighting the train repair crew so that we could drive back towards El Paso.
Tuesday: Petroglyphs, Petrified wood,
and other illegal things! [Frank, Ans, Angie, Tibbets on petrified wood, which by federal law should not be tampered with]
Phil
Ans
Dave
Joe
me and Angie
Justin and Al
Frank, Ans, Angie
Dan, Dave, Joe
Me, Angie & Ans, attempted self-portrait of
Tyler's wood knife
Tyler stabbing Lexi
Joe
Stump
Some petroglyphs & me
Wendesday: SP Crater [volcanic thang]
and then: Packer Fan's house/Latter-Day Saints/Food Pantry
[no photos of SP yet, because i was too lazy to carry my camera up 800 feet of rubble, but descending SP crater was the funnest event of my life.]
Four years ago, when Phil took a Geology trip to Arizonia, they were hiking around the Grand Canyon & they ran into a guy named Tad who loves the Packers. That conversation led to that trip being invited to Tad's & Gail's house for supper, and this time around we got the complete tour, and well as the more than complete meal. I have never seen that much food. (Elk, rabbit, tortillas, pudding, vegetables, rice, corn bread, garlic bread, homemade butter, lasagna... that's just what i can remember from the top of my head. Gail fed 22 geologists and had leftovers. Everybody's new favorite word is 'gaylord,' as in extreme measurement.) The place was awesome, and the conversation for days afterword revolved around the things Gail said. She was awesome, if verbose.
up, tires are glamourous; down, the ranch's headquarters
Scene: Limestone Creekbed, sans petroglyphs
Gail: "This is my favorite place. Listen to how silent it is."
Geology Students: *listen to silence*
Gail: "It's silent here because there are no spirits."
Gail & me
most of Gail's Skull Collection
Ans & a puppy
the Professor and a bomb.
Gail had a petrified tree worth $5000 and weighing in at... lots. It filled both passenger vans, and now Phil has to find a buyer for the thing in Wisconsin.
Joe in front of the barn.
The house's generator went out, so Craig, Lexi & Dan had to do car repairs. This situation makes about as much sense as everything else that happened at Apocalypse Ranch.
Lexi & Dan
Ryan & Ans
Ryan
Joe in front of the Vans we all lived in for a week
Ans and the puppy! again!
Thursday: Chinle Ruins
See how small they are? That's 'cause the Indians were only three feet tall!
[the trip's other running joke was short Indians]
Friday:
Our last campsite
later that day
roadside shot
a view of the ruins ¶ 11:59
Saturday: Lava flats of New Mexico. I slept in a lava tube, saw a shooting star, and stole Tyler's sleeping bag. I had just met him that day. It was cold out.
Frank at White Sands, Photo by the other Sarah. The photos at places other than Petrified Wood National Monument & Gail's Ranch are mostly by Frank.
Sunday: Kilbourne Hole/Maar [volcanic pipe/collapse]
Getting there involved driving to El Paso, getting lost a bunch, Justin talking to the neighbor's uncle in spanish, and driving more than an hour on unmarked unpaved roads. All with a bucket of
famous bomb at Kilbourne hole [photo by Frank]
View from van, heading towards El Paso.
Ans' birthday flower, view from Van.
This is Phil, fighting the train repair crew so that we could drive back towards El Paso.
Tuesday: Petroglyphs, Petrified wood,
and other illegal things! [Frank, Ans, Angie, Tibbets on petrified wood, which by federal law should not be tampered with]
Phil
Ans
Dave
Joe
me and Angie
Justin and Al
Frank, Ans, Angie
Dan, Dave, Joe
Me, Angie & Ans, attempted self-portrait of
Tyler's wood knife
Tyler stabbing Lexi
Joe
Stump
Some petroglyphs & me
Wendesday: SP Crater [volcanic thang]
and then: Packer Fan's house/Latter-Day Saints/Food Pantry
[no photos of SP yet, because i was too lazy to carry my camera up 800 feet of rubble, but descending SP crater was the funnest event of my life.]
Four years ago, when Phil took a Geology trip to Arizonia, they were hiking around the Grand Canyon & they ran into a guy named Tad who loves the Packers. That conversation led to that trip being invited to Tad's & Gail's house for supper, and this time around we got the complete tour, and well as the more than complete meal. I have never seen that much food. (Elk, rabbit, tortillas, pudding, vegetables, rice, corn bread, garlic bread, homemade butter, lasagna... that's just what i can remember from the top of my head. Gail fed 22 geologists and had leftovers. Everybody's new favorite word is 'gaylord,' as in extreme measurement.) The place was awesome, and the conversation for days afterword revolved around the things Gail said. She was awesome, if verbose.
up, tires are glamourous; down, the ranch's headquarters
Scene: Limestone Creekbed, sans petroglyphs
Gail: "This is my favorite place. Listen to how silent it is."
Geology Students: *listen to silence*
Gail: "It's silent here because there are no spirits."
Gail & me
most of Gail's Skull Collection
Ans & a puppy
the Professor and a bomb.
Gail had a petrified tree worth $5000 and weighing in at... lots. It filled both passenger vans, and now Phil has to find a buyer for the thing in Wisconsin.
Joe in front of the barn.
The house's generator went out, so Craig, Lexi & Dan had to do car repairs. This situation makes about as much sense as everything else that happened at Apocalypse Ranch.
Lexi & Dan
Ryan & Ans
Ryan
Joe in front of the Vans we all lived in for a week
Ans and the puppy! again!
Thursday: Chinle Ruins
See how small they are? That's 'cause the Indians were only three feet tall!
[the trip's other running joke was short Indians]
Friday:
Our last campsite
later that day
roadside shot
a view of the ruins ¶ 11:59
