A Tikal Moment

(couldn't quite get all my pictures in order, but this is the best I could do)

Guatemala is known as the land of eternal spring. It is a beautiful country that I describe to people as a mix of the Utah mountains and the Missouri green. It also has a pretty cool culture and history that includes some pretty neat ruins.

A number of years ago I got to go there with my brother, sister-in-law and a roommate. I had been to Guatemala as a missionary and thoroughly loved it for both the work I did there and also the land and its people.

Traveling with my brother and sister-in-law is great because they know how to plan. They know also know how to do things on the cheap which is great for a college student's budget.

Our trip included some pretty neat sight seeing including a trip north to the famous ruins at Tikal. We took a few days up in the area and stayed in a little place called El gringo perdido. It was so cool there! We were in these little huts along a lake and there were no other guests there. I could tell all sorts of things about this stay like the boat ride there, the bats and the liquados...but that isn't part of my story.

So the day before we went to Tikal we did this huge hike. It was hot and hard and at the end of the day I was sunburned and sore. (I probably wasn't in too good of shape for such hikes so that didn't help). It was a beautiful hike that we all really enjoyed, however, maybe not the best thing to do the day before the ruins.

The next day was the day to tackle the ruins and of course there was a lot of walking involved. I was willing to go up a small pyramid but I refused to do more than one and I certainly was not going to go up the big one everyone was excited about. You see in addition to my tired sunburned body I hate stairs. I don't like going up steps, just don't.

The templo mayor (I think that is what the big one was called) was pretty cool coming out of the ground, and as they were still excavating there had been built up some wooden staircases to make the bottom easier to scale. I stayed at the bottom while the others climbed. They kept saying come up, the stairs are easier than the stone, you can do it...but I had already decided.

I don't know what made me do it in the end, I don't know if it was my brother at the top saying how worth it it would be but finally I decided to do it. Can I just say the view from the top was amazing! You looked out at all the other pyramids below you and were amazed at the people who had built it and the beauty of the land with the trees and the waters...So worth it!

Fast forward about 15 years. I found myself this summer in Jackson Hole at a weekend activity with a mid-singles ward. It was such a fun weekend. We had various social activities including singing, going to shows, eating, root beer floats, a dance, white water rafting...so many fun things. The last morning when everyone was getting ready to go there were a lot of groups planning on doing one final activity. I was really wanting to do a hike in the Tetons that my brother had suggested and was really pleased that the other three people who rode with me were on board to do this before we headed back to Salt Lake.

So we drove to the park and paid our fee and found Jenny Lake and started the hike to the falls. When we got there they were really beautiful. There was also an extended hike to "Inspiration Point" that was only another .5 miles that we decided we might as well do since we were there. (again, glad the others were willing)

The hike was a little more extensive as it was more elevation in a shorter amount of time, but since it was only .5 miles it couldn't be that bad right? There were a lot of switch backs to compensate for the incline. Finally we reached a nice lookout point where you could look out and see the whole lake and a good view of the Tetons. It really was pretty. We didn't go all the way to the top because as we looked at the maybe 20 or 30 feet above us we decided that that much distance couldn't really make the view that much better than the one we had there.

Funny thing at that moment I remembered my trip to Tikal and that feeling I had where I didn't want to climb the templo mayor and that my brother encouraged me and said it would be worth it. I looked up and I knew I wasn't too tired to do it and I figured I had come all this way might as well go all the way to the top regardless of the view I had from where I was. I knew it would just take 5-10 extra minutes and I told the rest of my group I was going on. I guess someone was listening to me ramble because as I headed on one guy said "oh, looks like she is having a Tikal moment".

So a few minutes later there I was at the top and wouldn't you know that 20-30 feet made a big difference in the view, it was so pretty...maybe even what I would call inspirational.

view from the top of templo mayor, a bit out of order

view from inspiration point

Note on Rest Stops

In regards to my question about rest stop being redundant...in more recent travels I have realized that while I call them rest stops they are actually called rest areas, so no more pondering the question of redundancy.

On Rest Stops

In this piece I will share a few of my experiences and thoughts having visited numerous rest stops in the past 6 months. But before I go any further, first I ask myself is the word rest stop redundant? Hmm, there is something to ponder while you muddle through my various stories.


Generally speaking:

While traveling across several states I have stopped at many rest stops. I stopped at them more than usual because I was driving alone and probably a little more tired and restless than I sometimes have been in the past. This would have driven most travelers crazy since I stopped sometimes when I probably didn’t even need to, not to mention that I also stopped for gas, it made for a long trip, but that is the beauty of traveling alone, you can do what you want without annoying anyone else.

Some states have matching rest stops, doesn’t matter where you are you can know what state you are in because of the rest stop. Some have little TV monitors that talk and offer information about the points of interest you may consider in their state (this is weird in the middle of the night because while you are in the bathroom it is like people are talking to you that you don’t even know and also when you think you are alone (which you really are because it is the middle of the night, but you forget that because of the voice talking to you)). Some have little play areas, some are well maintained, and well some aren’t.

So, if you are still reading and you are bored just realize my little stories are probably about as interesting as the previous paragraphs that simply states some facts about some rest stops I recently encountered. Feel free to stop reading now, not my most interesting or cleaver post, but I wanted to write it anyway. :)

Hand washing cave:

So on one of my trips to Kansas City this year I stopped at a rest stop that had these fancy new hand washing things…wouldn’t call them sinks. They were more like caves. So you put your hands in this cave like cavity in the wall and it sprays soap, then you keep them there and rub your hands together while it sprays water then after a bit of that, the water stops and it blows air to dry your hands…all there! All in one! I confess as I stood there marveling the new system and letting my hands dry I pondered just a bit too long because before I knew it I was being sprayed by soap…needless to say I experienced the hand washing cave twice that day.

Prairie dogs:

This one isn’t very interesting but was one of my favorite. I remember once as a child stopping at a rest stop and there were all these prairie dogs running around, I thought it was the craziest thing. So when I was almost to my destination I stopped for a final stretch before my last hour (yes, I had to stop before the last hour). There were two things I particularly enjoyed about this stop one was the prairie dogs, reminding me of when I was younger and the other was this trail that took you to a couple of different sites, yes at a rest stop I stopped to see some sites. First I went to the edge of the area to overlook the cliffs and down into the gorge (don’t really know what to call it) where there were train tracks. The mountains were pretty with different layers of red and yellow rock. Then after that I went up a hill. It was a little steep and there was a picnic table at the top. It offered another neat view and good access to a lot of wind, which gave me the final wake-up I needed for my last hour.

Going for a run:

I think one of my favorite stops was just over the Wyoming boarder. At this stop I had been driving through the night (actually I had stopped at another rest stop and slept for a couple of hours, but that one wasn’t too interesting to write about) and needed a pick me up since I had been in the car for so long. I went in, washed my face, put in some fresh contacts, put on my running shoes and went running. It was a good choice for running because this stop wasn’t just a building with rest rooms, it had about 7-10 individual pavilions with picnic tables and grills at each one. I ran around each one a couple of times getting maybe a good 15 minutes of running in. I was impressed with the whole place, you could almost do a family reunion there with all the little areas for grilling and resting, it was cool and I enjoyed my break there.

Nitrate:

So, you know how you feel after driving for a really long time and all you want to do is wash your face and brush your teeth? That is how I felt at one point. I stopped and used the restroom, then I went and washed not only my hands but also my face. I used lots of soap and water to not only wake myself up but to feel more refreshed. Then I went to my car and got my toothbrush and toothpaste. Fortunately before I started to brush my teeth I noticed a sign that warned people not to drink the water because it contained high levels of nitrate. While I am grateful that I didn’t use it to drink or brush my teeth, I think I also would have preferred not to use it on my face…oh well, I am still alive. Which is a good thing, because that was the reason I made all the stops I made and it would have been crazy to take all the breaks I took only to be killed by nitrate.

PS:
I know the nitrate wouldn't have killed me.

Exercising

As you can tell from my previous post I have been active...one thing I learned from the project is that it isn't necessary to try out a new Jillian Michaels workout when you are going to spend three days lifting and laying tiles...

I Love Summer!

I think one of the things I love about summer is I can just dig into a project no interruptions. I don’t like to do things a little here a little there, I just like to get it done, I think that is one of my strengths and my weaknesses. That having been said, in my first week of summer some of the things I have done have included a pretty thorough cleaning of my house including reorganizing my office so I could get rid of an old bookcase, cleaning all rooms and bathrooms including hands and knees mopping, mowing my lawn, mulching (first time since I got my house and I had help on getting that project done :)) and re-laying my patio.

Here are some pictures of the patio…as you can see there is a lot of weeding to do! Every summer I spend about a full day weeding and then it grows back in about two weeks. This time I decided it would be different so I took all the pavers up, put down new landscaping fabric and put them all down again. I am very pleased with the results…and very sore!

what it looks like when it needs to be weeded

half completed...funny how the shadow worked out in the photo

all done...the picture needs to be turned

Singing in the Shower

I have never been very big on singing in the shower, I don't think there is anything wrong with it, just never much did it. So today I found myself singing in the shower and I learned two things:

#1 "The Lord is my Light" is more fun in Spanish "Jesus es mi luz" (you gotta pronounce it right... hey suess es me lus)

#2 you get a lot of water in your mouth when you sing in the shower...am I doing it wrong?

What Woud You Do If...?

What would you do if you worked in a high school and if you were walking down the hall one day, and if you saw two students, one former and one current, and they happened to be dating and standing close together flirting and if they saw you coming and then if another one of your students from behind you down the hall just hollered hello to you and if there were all sorts of other students all around and if you suddenly had a strange sensation that something about the clothing you were wearing wasn't right and then all of a sudden you realized your skirt was falling down and if you happened to have on silky pantie hose along with the silky skirt so that before you knew it your skirt was bunched around your ankles...I was just wondering...if this all happened...what would you do?