Though it feels like summer has barely begun, especially at 8000 feet, mid July marks half the summer season at Bryce Canyon. Does it seem like I’m counting the days? Maybe so. I’m ready for a vacation.
Not like I don’t get days off, but they seem mundanely filled with chores like a long drive for shopping, and laundry at least a little closer to home. Last week on a day off I avoided the dignitary visit of the second gentleman, Doug Emhoff. Fellow park staff reported all went smoothly as he and the entourage were taken to the small out of the way Paria View overlook easily blocked to the public. He is presumably visiting many national parks and meeting with staff. Instead, I ended up in the holiday weekend busy town of Cedar City. What was I thinking?
I returned to work on Independence Day wondering if we’d be extra busy or not. Remote national parks are often less busy on 4th of July because of the fireworks’ restrictions. Didn’t feel any busier than any other day of the week. Not even much of a noticeable difference between weekends and weekdays this busy summer. I started at noon and due to nearby lightning worked information inside the visitor center. Later, after closing the visitor center at 8pm scattered clouds made roving near Sunset Point for sunset a nice way to end the day. I did hear a few boomers from my home under the Pines that night but am too far from Bryce Canyon City for their show.
After the next day’s 11am Hoodoo geology talk I engaged with a small group of visitors in conversation that went from geology, to cultural history, to archeology and anthropology, and genetics. I love when this happens. An approaching storm sent us different directions, me for lunch in the camper. And that’s where I weathered the storm that came with a vengeance of wind and hard rain. But not for more than 30 minutes. I might have taken a nap.
The next day started hard and felt long. I’m loosing another friend to cancer. I’ve known Eddie since high school over 50 years. Not long ago he was diagnosed Stage 4 and resigned himself to the last journey. Yet he recently came around and decided not to lie in bed and wait for the end. Instead he’s getting his RV home ready to roll and travel with family chauffeurs. He called that morning to share the latest news. Good news. And I hope to cross his trail somewhere along the way. The work day started with opening the visitor center and covering the information desk for an hour. Then I did a practice run of a revised program from my Oregon Caves days called “I Dig Rocks” to learn how easy it is to identify rocks. I was thinking of doing this program Saturday during the weekend’s GeologyFest, an annual event that happens at about half the summer season. But at ten minutes the program is too long for today’s short attention span. Glad I tried it out first. After lunch I returned to the information desk for several hours and went home tired and thankful the next day was my Friday, even if it was an early start.
After opening and working two hours at the information desk it was time to drive to Yovimpa Point, the southern end of Bryce’s Paunsaugunt Plateau, my happy place. Away from the hubbub and non-stop busy around the visitor center. Grand Staircase geology talks are scheduled for 12:30 and 1:30, and sometimes they actually happen at those times. I do short 10-15 minute versions whenever visitors show interest and lost count that day of how many times. I talked as much if not more about fire ecology as visitors want to know about the fire evidence they see along the drive and Bristlecone Loop trail. Two different stories. A little boy maybe nine-years old asked why we fight fire with fire and not water. I try to explain how a backburn works in this dry environment when water is readily handy and he quickly figures it out. Seeing the lightbulb go off over his head is what makes my job so great. A young (25) man hangs out conversing for over an hour in between my answering visitor questions. In fact I get back late because we are engaged in good conversation for almost an hour in the parking lot.
And then two days off. Felt good not to have to go anywhere and feel a little lazy. Finished a post, labeled a whole lot of photos, did a minimal amount of housework, and cleaned the camper fridge. The last, because I’m planning a road trip for my next days off. It’s about time after half the summer season. And so after four days work it’s four days off and I’m going to #PlanLikeAParkRanger, because I am, and head to…
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