As outlined in my Mission Statement, this blog is an avenue for sharing my adventures, physical, mental and spiritual. I thought it would be appropriate at this juncture to take a look back, not at the “traditional points of interest” that most travelers sojourn, but rather highlight some of the lesser known destinations that nevertheless left an indelible impression. There are so many to choose from so I have decided to make this a recurring theme; here is Part One: Hoodoo You Think You Are?
1) Bryce Canyon, Arizona – Hoodoos and Antelope Slot Canyon – My trip to the Canyonlands region of Southwest U.S.A. was particularly unique in that the jaw-dropping sites were NATURALLY created as opposed to man-made. So exquisite were these creations that I often came away with a hushed awe and overwhelming feeling of humbleness in the face of such incredible raw beauty.
Of course, everyone is aware of the Master of this area – The Grand Canyon (and it was) but I actually was more stunned by the landscapes of Bryce Canyon which are so otherworldly that one can imagine they were built for some intergalactic movie.
Hoodoos – Like flames of fire, the red, yellow and orange pinnacles of rock are simply awesome. 10 million years of plate-grinding earth movements, wind, rain and river gouging (Paria River) created, then moved massive blocks of rock into cliffs and plateaus and eventually monolithic spires. The Palutes, who lived in this region named these spires “hoodoos”, or “Legend People.” whom the Coyote Spirit turned into stone
Conditions at Bryce are perfect for rapid erosion with ice forming overnight and thawing in the morning over 200 times per year. Water seeps into the cracks and then expands when freezing, wedging the cracks wider. Spurs emerge from the cliff face then erode to slender fins and eventually break into separate standing columns. When the top most rock of a column is hard enough, lower levels erode away at a quicker pace creating these spectacular hoodoos. Thousands of hoodoos cram into vast natural amphitheater and far as you can see, providing a view that is uniquely unparalleled.
Antelope Slot Canyon – Four miles from the Navajo Reservation (my thoughts on Native American culture will be a separate post in the future) Antelope Slot Canyon is a narrow, red sandstone series of structures with convoluted corkscrew formations. These are actually petrified sand dunes of a prehistoric ocean that once filled this portion of North America. Rays of sunlight streaming down into the slots of the canyon offer illumination for spectacular photos, but we had to be ever aware of potential thunderstorms suddenly barreling down, as the area floods almost immediately. Yes, that added to my heart pounding:
2) Albertville, France XVI Winter Olympics – In 1992 CBS hosted the XVI Winter Olympics, and this was the last time that the Winter and Summer Games were held in the same year – they now alternate in 2 year cycles. More importantly, these Games reflected the changing political climate in Central and Eastern Europe with a unified German team competing for the first time following the fall of the Berlin Wall (1989) as well as athletes from the former Soviet Republic participating as a single team (United Team -UT) for the last time.
Of course being a part of the Olympic Games in any way is incredible- seeing these athletes accomplish nearly impossible feats of speed strength agility and grace in an event dating back to 776 BC Greece is amazing. However this particular Games afforded us a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
Perhaps reflecting the feeling of peace (albeit quick-silvered) at the end of the Closing Ceremonies we in the audience were invited to join the athletes in dance on the field. My daughter, who was 12 at the time, didn’t share my enthusiasm and suggested I go while she waited in the stands. With potentially 35,000 people descending to the field this was NOT an option and I wish I could find the picture of my daughter shooting daggers at me when I dragged her with me. Hopefully she has fonder memories now:
3) Evora, Portugal – Chapel of Bones – In the center of the Alentejo (“land beyond the Tagus River”) region of southern Portugal is a vast, deeply rural area known for cork production. Trees are actually numbered as cork can only be stripped once every nine years as is shown in this painting I brought back:
The Alentejo is considered the ” granary” of Portugal as it is primarily agricultural – its landscape ranges from the aforementioned cork trees, to breezy beaches of the Atlantic to the fortress crowned hills of olive groves. I was therefore unprepared for a visage that was the antithesis of bucolic. Inside the Igreja (“church”) de Sao Fransisco was a site macabre.
Constructed in the 16th Century on the site of a former Gothic chapel may have contributed to the dark theme of the Capeda dos Ossos (“Chapel of Bones”). The inscription over the entrance of the chapel cements the somber tone. Translated it reads:
We bones who are here are waiting for yours.
The bones of some 5,000 skeletons dug up from cemeteries of the area line the ceilings and supporting columns. Skulls are placed jaw to cranium so they form arches across the ceiling; arm and leg bones are neatly stacked to shape the supporting columns.
And now, as the sun sets on “PART I of Sites Less Traveled,” I hope I have whet your appetite for future journeys both near and far: