I’m still here in Yarnell, and so is all my stuff.
May Day brought a little rain to us in Arizona. Petrichor. I love it. Oh how we need so much more. A few more blooms appeared like out of nowhere. That’s one of the magical things about the desert. Only a wee bit of moisture brings on life.
There was snow on the ground as we drove the Spar Road over the Bradshaw Mountains to Prescott for a doctor appointment. The next day along the same drive it was gone. That was when Berta’s daughter flew back to Portland.
Train depot Rhyolite Nevada
So now it’s back to the two of us. Berta is sleeping more which gives me plenty of time to label photos. What the heck, I’m not traveling or taking many photos right now. Just finished labeling November 2017 (above).
No news on my lack of a job at Grand Canyon. Still waiting for a review on the audit which determined I had worked too many hours to be a rehire. I struggle daily with the thought that I don’t work there any more. It’s hard to let go of the canyon because the Grand Canyon has a hold of me.
Saw a notice on the community board by the post office for a talk about the geology of Yarnell. A local friend said he’d go along with me. But I messed up on the date for last Thursday so when we got to the community center and no one was there I checked back on the notice and it’s this week. We laughed all the way home. So, maybe this week give it another try.
Last Friday my 5th-wheel was delivered from Utah and is parked next door on Berta’s other piece of property, where her house was before the fire. It looks huge compared to the truck-camper I’ve lived in for the last six months. Sadly, I can’t live in it here because there’s no hookups and the county says no (eventually). I thought about emptying, cleaning, and selling it until I looked on Craigslist at alternatives and saw nothing I like better than what I have.
artistically tweaked moon rise
Getting warm here. At 88°F it’s imperative to run at least the fan and, so far, occasionally AC. Not sure I can do a high temperature summer in this camper. Although the AC works I don’t do well with the cold/hot switch bait and AC often makes me ill.
sunset over the Weaver Mountains
So, I’m still here. And it’s still one day at a time.
There are few things harder in life than your current circumstances. Sending you lots of hugs. We’re still in AZ as well, making our way back to a wedding in SoCal and not looking forward to constant AC. Although our 50 amp units will give us more relief than your camper.
None of us who know you can imagine you not at the canyon this summer. It’s just so wrong.
Thanks, all hugs are appreciated. I’m not a fan of AC. Rarely needed it on the North Rim.
Your followers are still here too, right along with you. Sorry you’re not able to move into the 5th wheel, I’m sure it would be nice to have the extra room. Still have the fingers crossed the NPS will realize your value to the North Rim.
Thanks Jeff.
Your life is not easy at the moment with no job and Berta obviously going slowly downhill. Hopefully, you will still end up with a job at the North Rim despite everything.
As you know I hate AC, I just cannot put up with it at all now and it makes me really ill. Difficult when it is very hot, but thankfully at home, we never have a problem, very thick stone walls keep the hose cool. Under very unusual circumstance we turn on a fan. Take care and hugs from us both. Diane and Nigel
House not hose!!!!
Thanks for the hugs. I believe some things are about to change.
Hang in there! Sending virtual hugs. Getting humid here in SW Florida — we also hate A/C and try not to use it. Until sitting still makes us sweat.
Thanks Sallie. I’ll take those hugs. Must be about time to head to Oregon.
Talk about a FUBAR that you are in the middle of dealing with. Things just are not simple any longer.
Nobody ever said life would be easy. But…
The train depot picture looks like a drawing. Seriously artistic. Love your canyon with Muir quote photo. I’m not sure even if I had all the time in the world I could make myself go back painstakingly through all my photographs and clean out the junk. I just think the Canyon job thing is so totally unfair and is a bureaucratic insult. Where is your advocate to cut through the tape and find out what is going on. Like maybe the boss who values your years of service? Still like the moon rise, tweeked or not. I don’t think I’d know how to “tweek” anything. Clearly I’m not a real photographer. Just a picture taker. Definitely one day at a time for all of us whether we recognize it or not.
Thanks Sherry. I’ve had a bit of time to ‘play’ with old photos. You are way more than “just a picture taker” documenting your story, and your bird shots are wonderful. Post processing takes a lot of time. Final word from human resources, I have no job this summer. Guess it’s not the bosses job to fight for me.
Curious. Since you’re not working at the canyon for this season, can you apply again for the next season? Or, is it one of those, once you miss a season it’s tough to get back in?
Yes I can apply for next year and compete. No guarantees.