

he road. The three pictures in today's post are some I took this morning.

he road. The three pictures in today's post are some I took this morning.

Mike spent a lot of time taking pictures of lizards, squirrels and the creek that runs through the park and created the canyons. It was ungodly hot, so we did very little hiking, a ton of sweating and then decided to come back in the fall, and we got back on the road. 

It is with great apologies to all of my regular readers that I finally present you with the pictures you have been waiting for of Meagan at her prom. You can see the positively gorgeous dress in the photos . In the picture on the left, that is Meagan (in the orange dress) with her good friend Lucy (in white) The picture below is Meagan and her lucky date.
Today we walked a good portion of the Eastern Beaches Walk; it took most of the morning. The walkway connects Bondi Beach with several other beaches in this area. We stopped on Tamarama Beach (pictured on the left) for an iced tea (bottled, because absolutely no one actually brews iced tea here). While walking back toward Bondi our conversation turned to the subject of skin cancer in Australia. Australia has the highest rate of skin cancer in the world. Presumably this is due in part, to the fact that the actual hole in the ozone is over the southern hemisphere. A few years back the Aussies were able to make a good dent in the skin cancer rate by mandating that all school kids wear hats as part of their uniform. We got to see these hats on the kids who were visiting the aquarium yesterday as part of a school field trip. However we noticed another contributing factor to the skin cancer rate here that has nothing to do with the ozone hole. Take a look at the two pictures here and tell me what is missing compared to any beach or café that you can think of in America.
Yesterday I was lamenting to myself that this place was not exotic enough considering how damned far away it is; yesterday things took a turn for the exotic. We started out the morning on the beach. (I talked about this yesterday and with the single bird eating a fish.) We had a beautiful walk along Bondi Beach and we noticed some odd things there on the ground. (Pictured here to the right.) I did not mention it yesterday because I was completely unaware of its significance. We noticed these blue things all over the sand. They were like inflated tiny balloons. We figured they were some kind of seaweed. Charlie was about to touch one, when I shouted at him “oh my god don’t touch it, it might be some kind of irritant!” Honest to God, I did not have any idea what this little thing was, but thank god I spoke when I did and also that Char took my advice. The damned things turned out to be Portuguese man-o-wars. I have read about these little nasties but I have never seen one. Apparently, people show up all the time in Sydney hospitals with stings and allergic reactions that shut their breathing down. We at least had the presence of mind to take a few pictures of the things. Turns out, even after they are dead, their stingers are in perfect working order for about two days.
so weird because they say that parrots do not really understand what they are saying, but this one bird said to us as soon as we walked up to his cage, “do you have a cookie?” When we didn’t produce a cookie he said “bye bye.” Charlie kept talking to him and he came back over to us and he flipped up his head feathers and whistled at Charlie. It was really funny. We saw some odd porcupine-looking animals I had never heard of called echidnas. The totally strange thing about these little fellows is that their hind legs are on backwards! The claws on their hind legs actually face their tail! Also, for the first time ever, I got to see a peacock with his feathers fully extended. This did absolutely nothing to attract the attention of the female peacock, but you should have the seen the female humans in the park shouting and hollering for him when those feathers went up. Human males, take note.
We have been in this country roughly 24 hours now. Our flight was incredibly long and uncomfortable. We sat on the tarmac for close to three hours because of some technical difficulty with the plane. Because there were over 300 ,we could not deplane and it was very hot in there. When we finally landed and got to the customs check, the guy said in his Aussie accent “How was your flight?” and I replied “Long.” And he said, “well we’re not exactly next door are we? No worries, you’re here now and we hope you spend lots of money on your holiday.” That will not be a problem. The average cocktail runs $14.00.
Today all we did was drive. We took US Route 89 through Utah along the Sevier River. It was a very scenic drive. There are a few things worth noting about Utah. This state is not like other states. First of all there are things missing (or very short supply) here that you find easily in other states in the union. Those things are:
-Taverns or bars (not that we are going to any, of course. Could you imagine? People would be calling the cops: "some nutcase just walked in here with 6 kids, can someone please DO something about it?")
-Coffee shops
-Daycares
-Synagogues
-Catholic Churches
You can probably find these things in the big cities (like Salt Lake) but in rural Utah they are pretty much not on the landscape.
Another thing worth noting is the physical appearance of the place. Everything here is very neat and orderly, downright spiffy. In the East, down on their luck farmers usually let their properties go to hell; there are ususally old cars from each decade starting in the '60s gracing the lawn, old appliances outside and swings from kids that one guesses left decades ago to raise their own families; the places can look really shabby. Not so in Utah. Here everything is neat and clean; even the most humble trailer has manicured lawns, potted flowers and a fresh coat of paint. Not a single appliance on a lawn did I see. All of the buildings, even the old ones, are well kept. Some of the farms have really beautiful huge houses, and with the cows out to pasture as they always seem to be, the whole scene is just gorgeous.
We watched the fireworks at Brigham Young University tonight. It was really cool--as fireworks always are. And again I can't help but notice what is missing. Here we are in Provo/Orem Utah; we watched the firworks on campus of a major university (BYU is a big school) and not one campus bar did we see. I noticed only one house with Greek letters. It's like the university town twilight zone. What do these kids do one wonders. Considering the number of small children running out and about, the answer isn't exactly a mystery. Which leads to a funny little story that happened at dinner. We went into one of those all you can eat places with the kids for dinner. The girl who was the cashier saw our party of 8 come in and when all the kids ran to the restroom to wash their hands she said "I grew up in a family of 11, and our house was only 2,300 square feet." I told her that while I only grew up in a family of 7 I totally understood what she went through. I did not tell her how small my childhood home was, but she continued her story. She said "my parents finally bought a 6000 sq ft house and 5 of us are already out of the house. It's just wrong." I said, "I hear ya sister."
The other topic of thinking while on this long drive through Utah is what exactly constitutes a vacation? Please post your comments on this issue. Those of you who know me well know that my idea of a vacation means doing absolutely nothing. Walking from my beachfront hotel to the sand is as strenous as I want to get. When I take a dip in the ocean, you cannot call it a "swim" as no actual swimming takes place; I don't move a muscle; I float. I don't go get drinks; I order them brought to me. My sisters can attest that all of this is true. So you may wonder what the hell I'm doing on THIS vacation where it took the planning of an army general to figure out how much driving on each day, and making sure we had a place to park the rig each night etc... Not to mention HIKING and packing a 4 year old out of a canyon on my back to get him back to the car before he passed out from the heat. In my mind a vacation means leaving behind your daily activities, and as I'm sure most mothers will agree, if you are still doing daily laundery, slinging peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch and bowls of Cookie Crisp for breakfast, then you are doing all the same stuff you would at home just in a different location; and that therefore is not a vacation. I will allow that there are different kinds of vacations: adventure vacations; family vacations, relaxation vacations; foreign destination vacations etc... but how would you classify what I'm doing now? Family vacation sure, but is it really a vacation? I'll let you decide!
I hope your Fourth was fun! Tomorrow we make our way to Wyoming. It will be another day of driving, but this is where the fun really starts!
Take care, and thanks for reading.