Sunday, June 26, 2011

My Daughter Kiley's Wedding

Sam and Kiley, 6/24/11
My daughter Kiley was married to Sam H____ in the Albuquerque LDS Temple on Friday, June 24, 2011.  Theirs was a whirlwind romance, commencing shortly after (a) Sam arrived home from his church mission to northern Chile last fall, and (b) they met at the LDS Institute of Religion near the University of New Mexico campus in Albuquerque.  (The men in Sam's family traditionally waste no time in getting married after their stints as missionaries.)  Kiley was very young -- 19 in March -- for marriage, but the match is a good one and I have no doubt that Sam will care and provide well for her.  Kiley made a beautiful bride in the custom-designed dress that we engaged Erin M_____ (our bishop's wife) to make for her.  Sam, whose mother Celestine is one-half Japanese, will bring some Asian ancestry into our family, which I think is totally cool.

Do I feel regrets at "losing" our "baby"?  Perhaps a couple.  One, any familial upheaval in my current state of (un)health is more than a little difficult for me to bear.  (I've already sort of latched on to Kiley's dog Mischa -- whom we're now being landed with a second time -- as a surrogate for Kiley.)  And two, I feel wistful that Kiley and Sam have decided she will attend school at the local community college this fall instead of continuing at UNM.  (I can understand their reasoning in light of the extremely stressful -- if ultimately successful in terms of GPA -- freshman year Kiley had as a music major at UNM, which was made much worse by the distractions of becoming engaged and planning a wedding.  However, I still hope she'll go on to earn a four-year university degree, even if she never has to support them or even work full-time.)

[Update: Kiley did ultimately decide to remain at UNM, although she's changed her major to Family Studies.]

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Looking at the World Through Sh%#-stained Glasses

I find myself sinking further down all the time; my outlook on life is so negative now that I find no cause for optimism or happiness in anything.  I can't help dwelling on the changes of the last two years -- two years ago, I had a sleep disorder and was dependent on prescription sleep meds, true, but I had no crippling illnesses and my job was tolerable.  I had no idea what a simple vacation, followed by a change of manager and new job responsibilities -- and now my having developed a tolerance for heretofore-effective sleep medications -- could do to my life, but the combined effect has been horrible.  None of my loved ones, friends, or acquaintances knows, or can know, what I'm going through.  A recent conversation with one of my brothers made me realize that most people, facing my afflictions and the resulting inability to bear even a moderate amount of physical or emotional stress, simply couldn't function at all; however, it's small comfort that I can still do so at some diminished level of, capacity.

[Update 6/29/11: I received word this week that a former co-worker of mine dropped dead from a massive heart attack last Saturday, the day his family had planned to have a party to celebrate his son's college graduation.  (I'm reminded that my father died on our oldest daughter's wedding day in 1997.)  I wonder if I could be next in line for the same or a similar fate.]

Friday, June 17, 2011

The Mother Road

Aztec Motel - Before Demolition
Aztec Motel - During Demolition

Central Ave. in September 1963
I've always felt a vaguely romantic attachment to Route 66 (John Steinbeck's "Mother Road") and the role it played in the westward migration of Americans from the 1920s on through the 1960s, or when the Interstate highway system came of age.  I've never really understood the evolution of Route 66, although I know that at various stages it had some weird, round-about deviations on its way through New Mexico -- a prime example being that it once went down Isleta Blvd. in the South Valley, and on south to Los Lunas, before it angled northwest and headed toward Grants, Gallup, and the Arizona border.  My father drove bus for Greyhound for some 37 years, and he spent most of that time driving back and forth between Albuquerque and Flagstaff along a very desert-y stretch of Route 66 (and later I-40).  He could say without exaggeration that he knew every bump in the road.  

Before the creation in 1962 of the first freeways in Albuquerque, the primary east-west artery through town was Central Avenue -- US 66 -- along which can still be seen various old motels, storefronts, and even filling stations that date to that era.  Obviously, over time the construction of I-40 sounded the death knell for Central as a stopping-off place for interstate travelers (except for its motel-dotted far-east end, where it intersects with Tramway Blvd. near I-40 -- which intersection is now a prime gathering point for transients with few means and sometimes-running cars); however, even today one can almost feel the presence of ghosts from bygone decades as one drives along East Central.  Most of the old Route 66 motels became fleabags wherein prostitutes often plied their trade, but it's difficult for any long-time resident of Albuquerque not to feel fond of these motels and wish for their preservation.  Thus it was with some sadness that I read recently about the razing of the Aztec Motel, which, in addition to being an old Route 66 motel, had become a landmark for another reason: the plastering on its walls of various bottles, hubcaps, and other neighborhood detritus that lent it an eccentric charm all its own. The two photos above of the Aztec show it prior to its end and as the demolition was commencing.

The third photo is taken from my high school's 1964 yearbook and shows the school's marching band in the State Fair parade in September 1963 (i.e., two-plus months before the JFK assassination).  In the photo, the band is heading west along Central, probably in the vicinity of Louisiana Blvd.  It's fascinating to see what even a small segment of Central looked like in the early 60s!  Note the "US 66" road sign, the old motel and Shamrock gas station in the background, the presence of what must have been (at that time) very stylish late-model cars, and the sign advertising a pizza joint one mile east.  (My mother always took us to see the State Fair parade -- and thus I probably watched this very parade at the age of four -- although we generally parked somewhere near the Fair Plaza shopping center [what we would now call a strip mall] and watched as the parade winded back east along Lomas Blvd.)

The National Park Service has a website on the history of Route 66 that contains various historical photos of sites on New Mexico.  I plan to read all of it soon.

[Update 7/8/11: The NPS website notes that it was in 1937 that Route 66 was significantly shortened, by 100+ miles, as it passed through New Mexico.  Prior to that time, the route took a big "S" through the state, heading northwest from Santa Rosa and coming back through Santa Fe, then passing through Albuquerque in a southerly direction to Los Lunas and then going northwest to the Laguna Pueblo, where it finally turned west again.  (The highway segment that connected Los Lunas and Laguna still exists, although for a long time I thought it to be of recent vintage, presuming it was built to allow judges and other public officials to drive back and forth between Grants and Los Lunas -- which are county seats located in the same judicial district -- without having to go through Albuquerque.  I'm sure that savvy people still use it to bypass Albuquerque, if they're south of town and want to go west, or if they're west of town and want to go south.)  Thus Central Avenue became part of Route 66 in 1937 and then all the motels started springing up.]

Me at Echo Amphitheater, 1963
[Update 1/30/12: Here's a picture of me in almost the exact time-frame in which the "State Fair parade" photo above was taken (when I was four years old).  We were at Echo Amphitheater, located between Abiquiu and Tierra Amarilla in northern New Mexico.  (Inasmuch as my family went to Echo Amphitheater in 1963 at about the same time we went to El Morro National Monument, for years I conflated the two in my mind.  It wasn't until we finally went back to Echo Amphitheater, around 1976, that I was disabused of the notion that Echo Amphitheater had a large, spooky green pool of water -- whereas El Morro, as I knew by then, did have such a pool.)  Ironically, nowadays we pass by Echo Amphitheater every time we go to the cabin (which is near Pagosa Springs, CO), although we haven't bothered to stop there in a number of years.]

Western Skies Hotel, ca. 1959
[Update 5/26/12: This aerial photo comes from an old postcard I bought on the Internet.  It shows the Western Skies Hotel -- the last (and easily the greatest) of the Route 66 lodges to go up in Albuquerque before the advent of I-40 -- which used to be located at the far eastern end of Central Avenue.  (Route 66 is the divided highway at the bottom right.)  The hotel, which opened in early 1959 according to contemporaneous newspaper articles, was still there when I was in high school; I think it was torn down sometime in the early 1980s.  It once must have been considered the nicest hotel in Albuquerque, as President John F. Kennedy and his wife Jackie stayed there when they came to town in December 1962.  In fact, when I was a senior in high school (in the fall of 1976), I liked a girl in our ward named Peggy C____, who actually lived for a time in the Western Skies presidential suite with her family.  (I remember the door still bore a plaque stating that JFK had stayed there.)

Sheraton Western Skies, ca. 1970
Here's a second view of the Western Skies, circa 1970, by which time Sheraton had bought out the original owners.  (Note the lighter-colored roof and the mascot atop the adjacent Standard station.)  There is now a Smith's grocery store where the Western Skies once was located.]

[Update 6/3/12: Here's a current-day Google Earth view of the eastern end of Central Ave.  The Smith's store -- the former site of the Western Skies -- is the large white-roofed building just right of and below the center of the image.  There is still a gas station across the street, where the Standard station appears in the vintage-1970 photo above.  Note where Central diverges from I-40; the curving road going north, passing under I-40, is Tramway Blvd.]

[Update 10/25/15:  Here is a cool photo of Central Avenue, circa 1970, looking east from Carlisle Blvd.]

Saturday, June 11, 2011

HIke to South Sandia Peak

Our Route - clockwise loop, starting from lower right
I took my "killer" hike yesterday up to South Sandia Peak with Darren and John Brewer.  We started at Canyon Estates (in/near the village of Tijeras, east of Albuquerque), hiking on the South Crest Trail all the way to the upper terminus of the Embudito Trail, then making our way up to South Sandia Peak, and finally hiking down the "CCC Route" to its lower terminus and then back to our starting point.  I wasn't sure how I'd do, but I hung in pretty well; in fact, when the hike was over, it seemed like getting up to South Peak was the easy part, whereas hiking down the extremely steep "CCC Route" took a much-greater toll on me. (Two years ago, John and I hiked up the "CCC Route" on our way to South Peak; I wonder now how I did it, except that my health was better then.)  The only disappointment of the day was arriving at South Sandia Spring and finding it dry; I'd taken along a water filter for the express purpose of having a nice drink of cold spring water, but to no avail.

Anyway, given that I'd wondered if I'd ever see South Peak again, it was especially gratifying to be there and then to hike off the back of the Peak through the cool little canyon and aspen grove there.  I have to say now that South Crest is probably the easiest route to get to South Peak; it's certainly less difficult than any route on the west side of the Sandias.  I can't say what other "long" hikes I'm capable of -- I'm definitely having second thoughts about ever hiking up Chimney Canyon again -- but hiking up and back down the La Luz Trail proper is feasible.

Darren on the South Crest Trail
John in the Aspen Grove East of South Sandia Peak
Darren and I on the South Crest Trail
[Update 6/13/11: I've realized that this map also contains the site of Darren's 2005 Eagle Scout service project -- Carlito Spring, which is just to the southwest of Canyon Estates as the crow flies.]

[Update 6/14/11: I remember that the young men/scouts from our ward spent two nights at Deer Pass, just west from where the Embudito Trail cuts off South Crest, in April 2001 (see the unfortunately fuzzy photo below, taken at South Peak).  Chad Twitchell hiked with the older boys, who were training for their trip to the Philmont Scout Ranch that summer, with full packs all the way from our church building on Indian School Rd. to Deer Pass via Embudo Canyon. (Brutal!)  John Brewer and I took the younger boys (including Darren and John's son Steven) up the CaƱoncito Trail on the east side of the range, then south on the Crest Trail, meeting up with the others near Deer Pass.  We had to decide whether to camp on the meadow just south of South Peak or at Deer Pass; ultimately we chose the latter, which turned out to be a wise decision, and for a very simple reason: it put us that much closer to South Sandia Spring, the only source of water in the vicinity.  The spring was still over a mile away, and I can remember having to shuttle down there four or five times for water while we were camped at Deer Pass.  If the spring had been dry then like it was last Friday, we'd have been hurting.  In this photo (taken by Chad Twitchell): Jordan Roper, Steven Brewer, John Brewer, Landon Roper, Rob Pulsipher, Brandon Schofield, David Griffin, me, Brent Phelps, Lance Schofield, Michael Griffin, Curtis Twitchell, Paul Twitchell, and Darren Kartchner.  (Darren and I are the ones with the blue-camouflage boonie hats.)]
Troop 206 at South Sandia Peak, 4/13/01
[Update 6/19/11: Due to the perceived fire hazard caused by the dry conditions this year, the Forest Service has now closed all the hiking trails in the Sandias for the rest of the summer and part of the fall.  I guess it was a good thing we didn't wait to take our South Peak hike.]