Founder and owner of Green Mountain Software, a consulting firm based in the Capital District of New York focusing on SQL Server.
Formerly, a consulting DBA ("and other duties as assigned") by day, and sometimes night, and caver by night (and sometimes day).
Now, a PA student working to add PA-C after my name so I can work as a Physician Assistant.
When I'm not in front of a computer or with my family I'm often out hiking, biking, caving or teaching cave rescue skills.
Ok, that’s not quite true. It’s actually pretty bittersweet. As I’ve written in my last few posts, my last scheduled shift was last night. I said farewell to many people. Actually all week it’s been series of goodbyes.
Sunday was my second to last official shift. But even before it was over, I had already planned on picking up a shift Monday night. The ED was short staffed and I figured I’d take the extra money and also help out. I mention that because I knew that one of my fellow Techs, Mike S. had been planning something for my final shift last night.
So I was a bit confused when my ANM (Assistant Nurse Manager) came to me around 6:00 AM or so and whispered in my ear, “I’m going to need you for a special huddle.” I was a bit confused, but thought perhaps she was going to privately say good-bye or give me some final words of wisdom.
Around 6:45 I took aside the orient I had that night and told her she was going to give the report to the incoming tech and asked her what she was going to present. I’ve done this dozens times as part of a new techs orientation, especially when they’re about done. Well, it’s a good thing I did since at about 6:58 the ANM came and practically dragged me by the elbow, “we’ve got to get to huddle.” Now I was completely confused. I couldn’t figure out why it was so important I get to huddle. That’s generally only for the incoming shift and the only folks who brief is an ANM or the person taking over as Charge Nurse. In any event, my orient ended up giving the hand-off report without me and did great.
Well imagine my surprise when I walked in and saw a table full of donuts and bagels and folks congratulating me. All I could keep saying was “but I have two more shifts!” I was at first a bit embarrassed, partly between the attention being given me and the fact that I felt it was a bit premature. But by the end I’ll admit I was on the verge of tears. It was a very touching moment.
Last night, despite it not being a surprise, was also very touching. While I greatly appreciated the day shift send off, the truth is, most I hadn’t worked with much or if I had, it had been well over a year ago. The night shift send-off though; I knew most of them very well. We’ve done battle together. We’ve broken bread together. We’ve staved off death together. And sometimes, we’ve mourned together. They’re my ride or die crew. So having a chance to celebrate with them was extra special to me.
Some of my night shift ride or die crewmates
Besides the food and music though, I was looking forward to one more tradition afforded folks leaving. The picture in one of our trauma bays.
Part of the Night Crew giving me a silly send off
After the photo in the trauma bay, we received a Level 1 trauma that took me the rest of my shift to help with, including getting them to the OR. It was a sad, but somehow appropriate way, to end my shift.
The part that meant the most to me tonight were the well wishes and votes of confidence from my colleagues. In a few short weeks I’m going to embark on what’s probably going to be one of the hardest, prolonged challenges of my life, and it really meant a lot to hear so many people saying positive things.
Yes, I’ll pick up a few shifts over school breaks, but it won’t be the same. This was the end of an era. Over 5,500 hours (by my best estimate) of working as a tech. I’ve learned so much and made such friends and gained such mentors. So I walk away a bit sad that I’ll miss working with such great people on a regular basis. But also extremely excited about my new challenge and honored that such folks have such faith in me.
And as always, my views and thoughts do not reflect those of my employer Albany Med Health System.
As PA school quickly approaches I’ve been reflecting a lot on my job as an ED Tech over the last 2.5 years. I’ll probably end up blogging a few times on this topic.
My first official day working in the ED (as opposed to the orientation I underwent the week previous) was on October 18th, 2022. Most of the PA schools I applied to required a minimum of 1000 hours of patient care experience. Obviously more was better. I hit that in under 6 months.
I’m now at over 5,500 hours I believe. I honestly stopped counting awhile ago. In the past 2.5 years I’ve worked a LOT of extra shifts. And for the most part, I’ve loved it. Yeah, there are the shifts where I’ve been given an assignment I wasn’t keen on, or the shifts that I went home from emotionally drained. But overall it’s all been worth it.
At some point I might talk about the specific skills I’ve learned. But the most valuable thing I gained was “my voice.” Anyone who knows me, knows that in general I don’t have a problem sharing my thoughts (as this sometimes self-indulgent blog is proof of). But the difference in my confidence between that first shift and now is stark.
On my first shift, heck my first hundred or more shifts, I often followed the lead of others. There were multiple reasons for this, but basically it came down to two: they had the credentials and they had the experience. Related to this, they didn’t know me so they couldn’t necessarily trust me.
I’m proud to say, that has changed. I still don’t have the credentials, but I now have the experience, and they know me and trust me. One example is the language I’ll use at times. One night a nurse went into one of the trauma bays to grab a bag of saline. Now there are signs that tell folks not to do this, but I’ll be honest, it happens. Two years ago I might not have said anything or if I did, it would have been phrased, “Oh, you took something out of the trauma bay? I’ll make sure to restock it.” This time I said, “Oh you took something out of my trauma bay? I’ll have to make sure to restock it.” Yes, it went from “the trauma bay” to “my trauma bay.” I realized the more I worked on the trauma side of the department that I was taking ownership of things like the trauma bays. I take pride in making sure they’re ready for a trauma. This pride means that a few weeks ago, when in the middle of the trauma a nurse reached for an item and it wasn’t available, my stomach dropped. I felt like I had failed them, even though honestly this was I think the third trauma in a row in that bay and I had had no time to stock. No one blamed me or even looked askance at me. But I still felt like I had failed. So yes, when I’m working in that zone, the bays became “mine” in the sense I took pride in making sure they were setup.
Another example is my interaction with the providers and nurses. When I first started, I would always wait for their cue on what to do outside of the most basic expected skills. Now, I’m far more likely to make a suggestion or be expected to contribute. A few months ago with a patient with several severe bleeding wounds, I was the one that suggested to one of the providers to use a clotting agent we keep in the trauma bay. He wasn’t aware we had it, let alone how well it would work in this case. Fortunately between taking a Stop the Bleed class and being responsible for stocking the trauma bays, I knew it was there. Recently, one of the nurses asked me to show her and a couple of others how to set up a particular piece of equipment based on the manufacturer’s instructions. I’ve earned the trust and confidence of my coworkers. This is an amazing feeling.
I want to add one key note to this. I’ve said before and I’ll say again, one thing I really appreciate about where I work is that it’s a teaching hospital. I basically sat in on a graduate level lecture on pain meds given by one of the attendings to a med student one night (it was a slow night so I had time to stand around and listen.) The attendings, especially a few in particular I work with, encourage questions. This has been invaluable. “Hey why did you do X? Would Y have worked?” I’ve learned a lot this way.
So it turns out, not only was being an ED Tech the right thing for me, I’ve learned a lot and absolutely loved it. Who knows, maybe I’ll write a book someday about it. In the meantime, just one more shift before I head off to PA school.
And as always, my views and thoughts do not reflect those of my employer Albany Med Health System.
I’ve been counting down my final shifts for about a month ago. You’d think it would be easy, but it’s a bit harder than you think. Officially I’m what’s known as a .6 FTE (Full Time Equivalent). This means I’m scheduled for 24 hours a week (i.e. 60% of a 40 hour work week). In reality, I pick up a LOT of extra shifts. I’ve done this for three main reasons:
To get into PA School I needed a high number of Patient Contact Experience hours.
I get overtime pay
Often times the apartment is very short-staffed and well, I can help out and get the above benefits.
So, even two months ago I could easily say, “Ok, with my vacation. I have X number of shifts left.” But like how NASA countdowns don’t proceed uninterrupted or without changes, my countdown had its own changes and interruptions, including picking up more shifts.
So, I had a rough idea that when I had say 8 official, scheduled shifts left, I likely had 12-16 total shifts left.
So barring any changes, Thursday is my last shift as .6 FTE ED Tech.
Note I tossed in the .6 FTE. That’s because for a few reasons I applied for and was accepted as a “student” track tech. This means during my few breaks from PA school I’ll be able to pick up a few shifts. But I won’t be picking any up right away. Between Thursday and the start of school I’ll be finishing figuring out where I’m living, packing, finishing some projects about the house. So Thursday is it for awhile.
But honestly, I’m ready to move on. I’m excited and nervous. I’m also a bit sad. I will miss working with so many great people and having such an impact on the lives of people.
I’ll be posting a few more follow-ups to my recent road trip but for now a break from that and something else: counting down.
One month from today, on May 27th, I’ll be going through orientation for my PA program. I’ve already met a few classmates at the open house a few months ago, but this is the first time all of us will be in the same place at once.
Then the very next day classes start. Or as I like to think of it, I’ll be starting a marathon of sprints. The next two years will be very busy for me.
I think I’ve mentioned before, the first year is all didactic teaching. I’ll be spending a lot of time in the classroom, lab, study areas, and in my apartment, focusing on learning and memorization.
While I took over 40 credits of classes as prereqs in prep for this, that was spread out over the course of about two years and I never took more than 12 credits at a time. And these were undergrad level classes. My first semester I’ll be taking 18 credits. All graduate level. (Ok, I’m not sure I’m too worried about the one credit class, “Professional Practice I” but still that leaves a lot). On the other hand, I won’t be doing any IT consulting or ED teching during this time, so my primary focus will be just that, learning. But I’m still nervous. I want to do as well as possible. I can’t afford to have a repeat of my undergrad experience in terms of grades and study habits.
The second year is my clinical year. This is where I have 10 clinical rotations of 4 weeks each, with testing between them. This I’m not too worried about. For one thing, my hands on experience and observations in the ER should help me a lot here.
In fact I recently spoke to a friend of mine who is currently in a PA program. She’s had years of hands on experience as a paramedic. She mentioned it was striking how uncomfortable some of her fellow students whose medical background was basically that of “scribe” were with the hands on stuff. I mean I get it. For example, sticking a needle to draw blood in a living breathing human being is a bit daunting. For her, that was just another Monday.
In the meantime though, before I can even start classes, I have a number of things to do:
Put the BMW on the market – it needs work and I don’t have the time for it or need.
Find an apartment – I’ve got a place picked out, just need to sign the lease. Ideally I’d have a roommate to cut costs, but looks like that’s not happening.
Come up with a list of items I’m bringing with me for the apartment (clothing, cooking utensils, etc)
Acquire bigger items (like a bed, possibly a dresser).
Finish projects around the house
4 more scheduled (and I’ll probably pick up 1 or 2 other) ED Tech shifts
Work to change from a .6 FTE ED Tech to what they call the “school” track where I can work during breaks.
Get a lot of paperwork done. I’ve already authorized the background checks and other paperwork. I have to start getting my vaccination information together. One they want details on is chickenpox. Well I was born well before the varicella vaccine was even out there. So I don’t have any vaccination records for that. Fortunately they’ll accept a titer for that.
Mow the lawn!
Finish up some other projects around the house.
Attend Rebecca’s Senior Film showing (that I also happened to act in!)
Attend Rebecca’s graduation!
Run an Orientation to Cave Rescue class in two weeks
Give a talk to the local ER docs (and others) about Medicine in Cave Rescue
Write above talk!
And much more.
There’s a lot to do, and on one hand a month seems like forever, on the other hand, it seems like it’s not enough time.
I made the decision in December of 2021 to apply for PA School. At the time I had the outrageous idea that I’d be able to apply in 2022 and start in 2023. I realized very quickly that was unrealistic and impractical so I set a new goal of applying in 2023 and starting in 2024. I knew that was an outside shot, something like 70% of first time applicants don’t get in, and I had my very low undergrad GPA hampering me. So, here it is, I did a second round of applications in 2024 and am, starting in 2025. So not too far off my first realistic schedule.
For some reason I found myself taking more pictures in bathrooms on my recent road trip than I think is healthy. So now I’ve decided to share my non-healthy apparent obsession with bathrooms.
The first one is from Ohio. It’s a sad state of affairs that such things are necessary at all. That said, I do have to wonder how many times these are accessed at rest stops along the Interstate. I suspect not often just because in most cases folks who are overdosing are in cities and towns. But overall, probably doesn’t cost much as a just in case measure.
These days I’m often surprised to see pay phones any place, let alone two of them. While strictly not a bathroom, this was at a rest stop. This was in Missouri.
At the same rest stop. Only one I’ve seen with a microwave. And honestly, the prices weren’t terrible for the microvable food in the vending machine. Had I not already eaten, I might have taken advantage of this.
Taken at a restaurant I ate dinner at in Texas. This was when I really knew I was in Texas!
I had mentioned how nice the rest stop/Visitor Center in Amarillo was. The bathroom itself was clean and had VERY tall ceilings. It was a bit weird, but kind of cool too.
This how I found the 1.5 Mile Rest House outhouse on the Bright Angel Trail. At about 3:00 AM in the morning. Seriously folks, do better!
From the Rim. From here you can’t tell what horrors await you when you step into the outhouse proper (as seen in the previous photo.)
Taken from teh same spot as the previous photo, but with the telephoto lens on my camera. This is beyond the 3x physical lens and includes “digital telephoto”. But I’m still very happy with it compared to my old phone!
This one is at Hover Dam. I took it for two reasons. For one, the unusual bowl shape. It recalls a woman’s urinal I once saw in a bathroom at West Hall at RPI. Yes, you read that right, a woman’s urinal. Far more practical (and apparently common) when women almost exclusively wore skirts or dresses. But this was the men’s urinal. Another factor that makes it interesting is the location. Along the edge of the top of the dam (where the original road crossing the Colorado was) there’s a walkway with some towers built in. One each contains a men’s and women’s bathroom. Interesting enough. More so, and the second reason I took the photo, because you have to go upstairs to access them (Hoover Dam built long before ADA bathrooms were a requirement). I was really hoping they had windows from the bathrooms overlooking the Colorado downstream but I was disappointed. No windows. But interesting urinals.
Seen at the Loop B restroom at Bryce Canyon. I mention Loop B because my camping spot was in Loo C. I was a little upset to discover the restroom at Loop C was closed for renovations. Loop B was far enough I drove over twice to use the restroom.
While I appreciate the warning, I do have to wonder if it’s still relevant and if so, perhaps they should update the sign a bit?
This was taken at the Meteor Crater Rest stop outside of Winslow Arizona. Also a very tall ceiling.
Spaceflight has shown that reentry is the most dangerous part of a flight. More people have died on re-entry than during launch. And even in uncrewed flights, there have been a lot of mishaps on reentry.
My reentry to normal life didn’t really have the risk of a fiery burn-up, though, had I not gotten enough sleep, a fire and crash was distinct personality.
After leaving my friend’s house I drove for another hour or two before getting some food and then eventually some sleep. I ended up pulling over at two separate rest stops to nap. The final time I woke up around 9:00 AM. I had hoped for an earlier start since I was still about 9 hours from home. But obviously my body needed the sleep.
There’s not much to report on the rest of the drive home other than I was struck by how green things were in the Northeast. Partly this was due to it being Spring and in the weeks I was gone a lot had bloomed. But also, I had been in the desert for so long which is a lot of reds and oranges and whites and grays, but very little green. The contrast was striking.
But the danger was a bit more subtle. It’s one thing to basically spend two weeks with no schedule and no responsibilities. It’s another to return those things. Here it is Saturday, and I’m still catching up. Laundry is done and half the car is unpacked. I’ve still got more to go. That said, it’s not like I haven’t been doing things. I spent most of yesterday dealing with paperwork related to starting school in a month.
And as strange as it sounds, Wednesday night/Thursday morning, I picked up a 4 hour “princess shift” in the Emergency Department from 3:00 AM to 7:00 AM. Based on the texts requesting help and looking at schedule, there were only 3 other techs scheduled so I knew they could use the help. I figured my sleep schedule was already messed up, so another late night/early morning wouldn’t be a problem. And honestly, it sort of helped me reenter my normal life.
At this point I have four regularly scheduled shifts left before I stop working as a .6 FTE tech. I will probably pick up one or two more during that time. But the time is quickly coming when I’ll be in that transition from working to schooling. I’ll have a couple of weeks to finish up projects around the house, sign a lease on a place in Delaware, and to move enough down there to setup housekeeping. So, my reentry is just a pause before the next journey. But I think I’m ready now.
I was making good time on my all night drive and with a few catnaps and a limited amount of caffeine (which really doesn’t tend to always help me I’ve discovered) I figured I’d make the Gateway Arch by Noon.
One stop along the way was the Will Rogers rest stop on the eastern side of Oklahoma.
Will Rogers Statue
Once I was in St. Louis I started to follow the Google Maps directions until I realized it was leading me away from the Arch. I’m still not quite sure where it thought I wanted to go, but after resetting it twice and being VERY specific the final time I was headed east towards the river. I had hoped to find a free spot along the side road I had parked when heading west, but the spots were full. I knew there was at least one garage that I could get my parking validated at, but I wasn’t sure which one it was so I choose the first available one that appeared to have fair pricing. I quickly parked. My watch told me it was just after 11:00 AM. I had made it before Noon!
Now I was fighting two timelines: first, I wanted to get to the ticket kiosk as quickly as possible so I could get the first available ticket, even if it meant the ticket was much later in the day. The second was, my bladder was beyond full!
I walked quickly to the entrance and went inside and turned to the ticket counter. Or rather, I turned to where the ticket counter had been literally a week and a half ago. Now it was completely boarded up with a sign, “Ticket Counter closed for renovations”. I was in a panic. All that driving for naught? Then I spied another sign with a QR Code that explained I could use the URL to purchase my ticket or go to another counter somewhere else in the visitor center and buy a ticket. I breathed a sigh of relief.
But my bladder now was screaming so that was my first order of business! After solving that I went back to the QR Code and scanned it. Turns out, that while the Reservations.gov website couldn’t provide me tickets on line, there is in fact an online site to buy them! This means I could have bought them the night before and taken my time driving here! Oh well. Such is life. The first available tickets were at 1:00 PM. Glancing at my watch I saw I had plenty of time. I bought my ticket and also received a discount because I’m a National Park Holder (still the best $80 I’ve spent in a long time). I then headed back to the car to swap into some cleaner clothing, put in my contacts and grab my National Parks passport so I could get it stamped. Then I headed back. I got my passport stamped and then headed through security to check out the displays while I waited for 1:00 PM to arrive.
On the way down I saw a monitor that showed boarding times and it said that the 1:00 PM ticketholders could start to board in 5 minutes. I thought this was a bit soon, but figured it might be a large crowd so I hurried. Then a thought crossed my mind. I glanced at my phone. It wasn’t 11:55 as my watch said, it was 12:55. Again I had passed time zones and forgotten to update my watch. No worries, I apparently had time and got in line.
Turns out the line was far smaller than I expected. Here a little background on how one gets to the top of the Arch. As a video explains, because of the shape, a standard elevator wouldn’t work, nor would an escalator. The solution is basically 8 “cars” on a string that each sit in a ring with bearings. As the cars move up the Arch, they rotate so that the passengers are always upright. While I believe this is all done by gravity, I did notice that several times along the way up, the sound of a motor and the car righted itself a bit. I suspect there’s there’s both passive and active measures occurring.
Each car can hold 5 adults, but it’s a tight squeeze. So if you do the math, that’s 40 people per trip up. There’s one tram in each leg so that’s 80 people at a time when both are running (today only the North Tram was running). Given round-trip times, that’s 480 an hour.
Example of the car one rides to the top of the Arch.
While in line, the guide asked who was in what groups and then handed out numbered boarding passes to indicate which car to board. I was number 7. In fact, I was the only in that particular car!
My ticket to ride
Before you board, there’s a short 1960s style animated video that’s actually a lot of fun to watch. It both made me feel old and nostalgic.
Then you line up in front of your particular car. They give you a safety briefing. The main details are the doors are only 4′ tall so duck when you enter and do not try to take photos as you enter.
Once boarded and the doors close you start to move up. It’s not obvious from the photos, but first you move to what would be the left of the photos above and then up and then as you move up, to the right (technically I was in the North Tram, so first you move to the North, then up and to the South)
There’s a window in the door so you can see the structure of the Arch, including the stairs of the 1,076 step emergency evacuation staircase.
Yes, I was grinning Cheshire cat the entire way up. A dream of a lifetime was coming true.
The top did not disappoint. I knew the observation windows were only 9″ tall so I thought it would be a tight view. I also had thought the observation area would be much smaller than it actually is. From the ground you get a false sense of scale. It’s actually fairly roomy (though I suspect with two full trams working and 80 people being up there it would be a bit crowded. All told we had perhaps 30 people including employees up there).
The ride up is about 4 minutes and the ride down is about 3 minutes. This with 3 minutes of time to board at the bottom means you’re given about 10 minutes to see everything. I thought I would feel rushed, but I wasn’t. Finally it was time to head back down.
After the ride down I visited the gift shop and then started to head out. I had been texting a friend about a quick visit and wanted to get there in time.
This said friend is someone I’ve known for over two decades now and is somewhat a mentor to me in the cave rescue community. I knew he’s definitely a mentor to another close friend of mine. Sadly though, said mentor was diagnosed with cancer several years ago and it has now since metastasized to his liver. He texted back that he’d probably be up for a visit after his hospice nurse left. Home hospice… that’s where he’s at now. That said, as he reminded me when we did talk in person, Jimmy Carter was on hospice for three years, so who knows how much time is left.
After leaving the Arch I headed to his place. I hoped to make it not too late as I didn’t want to keep him up late. It seemed fate had other ideas. Immediately upon entering Indiana I hit a detour as we were routed around a traffic accident. Or rather, routed off the Interstate onto a side road with no clear directions on where to go from there, so we all followed our GPSs or Google Maps which took us back onto the same Interstate albeit one exit later. This did put me ahead of some of the vehicles which had not been detoured, but didn’t help much. So this put me behind schedule.
Finally Google maps directed me off the Interstate onto the backroads to get to my friend’s house. However, Google maps didn’t know that immediately after turning off the Interstate that the road I was supposed to take was closed and I had to follow a detour. This further put me behind schedule.
Then, not more than 3 miles from my friend’s house, the Low Oil light came on. I’ve had enough Subarus to know that inevitably this is due to burning a bit of oil, not a sudden oil leak. So I pulled over, put some spare oil I carry with me for this purpose in and continued. Honestly, I had sort of expected this and should have checked my oil earlier. I had put in over 6000 miles in the last two weeks at this point.
I finally arrived at said friend’s house and he met me at the door. We sat and talked for over an hour. I’ll admit it was a bit bittersweet. We talked a bit about his prognosis and time left, but focused mostly on the good times we’ve had. Besides both being cavers, we have an interest in train travel and have travelled extensively via Amtrak.
In most cases when we talk to folks, we expect to see them again, but we both knew, even if we didn’t exactly say it out loud, that this might be our last chance to catch up.
That said, he’s not really bitter or sad. He’s led a great life and he’s been the person I expect he’s wanted to be. There’s an outside chance I’ll see him this summer if we both make it to the NSS Convention in New York, but honestly we both know that’s unlikely.
So, while I reached a new high this day, I also have poignant and bittersweet memories. I’m glad I made the stop. Ironically, had I bought tickets online for the Gateway Arch for later in the day and gotten sleep on my drive there, instead of a marathon all night drive, I would not have had a chance to catch up. That was the other reason I had done the marathon drive, even if somehow I didn’t make the top of the Arch, I knew it gave me a chance to meet with my friend. So the lack of sleep was worth it in multiple ways.
So, I don’t want to end this on a down note as much as a happy note. I reached a life goal and I caught up with a close friend. It was as they say, a good day.
I had taken off enough time for work that in theory I could be gone for 3 full weeks if I wanted. I hadn’t made formal plans beyond trying to hike in the Grand Canyon and that was already several days behind me. Leaving Bryce I had two choices, head back south and try to check out a few spots I had missed, or head north and visit some friends and possibly more national parks. Had I gone north, I most likely would have checked out Rocky Mountain National Park and perhaps back to Yellowstone and more.
But honestly, I was getting a bit homesick and I knew heading north would get me into colder weather. I had brought the gear for that, so it wasn’t a real issue, but it was something to consider.
I had wrestled the night before and that morning what to do. I didn’t have a camping reservation any place, which concerned me. As the previous post notes, I had headed south and fortunately found a great spot to camp.
I slept that night under the starts and woke up several times and saw how they had moved over the course of the night. Finally morning came and I packed up and got moving. The idea was to start by checking out the Glen Canyon Dam Visitor center (and to fill up on water, since this primitive camp ground had no water supply). I thought it opened at 8:00 AM but when I got there I saw it opened at 9:00 AM. No worries, I could wait. 9:00 AM came and went and they didn’t open. Several other people tried the door. Suddenly I realized what had happened. Despite passing back into Arizona, my phone (and presumably the phones of the others) had NOT shifted back to Mountain Standard Time. This actually surprised me because, as I later confirmed, generally both my car and phone were very good (as in a matter of maybe 100 meters or so) of updating when changing time zones. I knew from previous experience my phone adapted correctly to Arizona not being in Daylight Saving time. So why it didn’t this time, I’m not sure. Anyway, we all waited another hour for 9:00 AM Arizona time to arrive.
Whereas I’m not entirely convinced Hoover Dam was worth the price of the tour (especially since the visitor center proper there was closed for renovations), I do feel Glen Canyon Dam was worth the price. It was free. There’s definitely far less to see here. There’s no tour of the dam. Fewer viewpoints. But there’s a decent enough amount of things to look at and learn from. I spent perhaps an hour there and then headed out. I had a plan. The plan required a lot of driving. Giving I was starting an hour later than I had expected, that plan was already in jeopardy.
But that said, I did make a stop for some more photographs of what’s essentially the upstream end of the Grand Canyon. I have now seen basically both “ends” (technically the Grand Canyon ends at the start of Lake Mead, but I’m counting the two dams/lakes as the start/end of the Grand Canyon.)
I then saw a sign for Horseshoe Bend viewpoint. This is a famous bend in the river I wanted to get some pictures from. I pulled off, only to see a sign that there was a $10 entry fee and that since it’s not part of the National Park System, they don’t accept the pass I had. By now I couldn’t turn around so I had to go to the ticket booth and tell her basically I just wanted to leave. She let me through and I did. While I’m all for capitalism, at $10 for what would have been perhaps 1.5 hours of my life, I just didn’t see the value. I had already hiked the Canyon itself and seen a lot, I could pass on this.
After leaving Page and heading south, I continued to pass through the desert and some canyons. It was beautiful. One stop I made along the way was a roadside “Frybread” place. I had been meaning to try some of what’s considered a local delicacy by the local Native Americans. When I pulled over, other than two other gringos, all the other customers looked to be Native American, so I figured I made a good choice. I ordered the “Taco Frybread”. I was pretty good. I’d definitely recommend trying frybread if you get a chance. Perhaps on its own just to get the full flavor.
After leaving there, my next goal was Meteor Crater. This was off of I-40 and I had passed by it on the way towards the Grand Canyon. It’s about 5 miles off of I-40. I had been under the impression it was also part of the National Park System. It’s not. I only discovered that after driving all the way there and getting to the ticket desk. While the $29 entry fee apparently included a guided tour and a movie, again I just decided it wasn’t worth it.
It was a combination and cost in both that case and the case of Horseshoe Curve. Had either been free, I might have taken the time. But combined, I decided not to take the time, especially since I had a plan.
The plan was to make a mad dash for the Gateway Arch and get there early enough to try to get tickets. This is not a plan I would normally recommend to most folks. I did the math and realized if I wanted to get to the Arch before Noon, it meant basically driving for close to 20 hours straight with just a few stops for gas, food, and very short cat-naps. My goal was Noon since on my way out when I had missed out on getting tickets, the gentleman explained that they had sold out that morning. I was hoping that on a Tuesday, they would be less likely to sell out so early.
So after leaving Meteor Crater, it was basically just driving, back over roads I had already driven. I did manage a quick pit stop again in Amarillo at the visitor center I had slept at on the way out. I think that was the only place I did a duplicate visit of.
By about 3 or 4 in the morning I was seriously questioning my life choices, but I kept soldiering on.
As I noted in my previous post, it was cold enough for frost inside the car. So I was a late riser. But after breakfast I packed up the car (which requires minimal work in this setup) and headed over to the “General Store” in Bryce. I had seen in the handout I had picked up that it had showers. So I figured I’d snag an early parking spot, explore the park, shower and then head out.
I wasn’t entirely sure what I’d do in Bryce and my first view of the “canyon” left me a bit underwhelmed. I’ll stop here a second to note that Bryce Canyon is a misnomer. It’s not carved by a river and really only has one rim. In fact the area I was in, which is often said to be the most beautiful section is actually called the Bryce Amphitheater.
That said, my next views corrected my initial impression. Bryce is amazing.
Bryce is known for what are called hoodoos. The pictures below give an idea of what they are, but one could call them water and wind eroded fingers of rock sticking up. Bryce claims to have the largest collection of them in a single area in the world. I’d believe it.
I’m a firm believer to really experience a park like this, you can’t see it from just the rim, but have to go down into it. So I did. I descended near Sunrise Point towards The Queen’s Garden. From there I continued to the junction with the Navajo Loop and then followed the Peekaboo Loop trail up to Bryce Point. A quote from the Apollo 10’s Gene Cernan as they were nine miles above the Moon’s surface and seeing everything in great detail kept coming to mind: “We is down among ‘em”. I was definitely down among the hoodoos. All told I did about 4.1 miles. It was well worth it. I started out all bundled up because of the cold, but partway through stripped off my upper outer layers to avoid overheating.
Once at Bryce Point I caught the shuttle to Inspiration Point. I got off there, got more photos of the Amphitheater and then reboarded the shuttle to the Bryce Canyon Lodge. I wanted to check it out and wasn’t disappointed. All the great National Parks have some really incredible architecture in their lodges.
From there I visited the Visitors Center and then headed back Sunset Point for a ranger led talk (in this case on birds of prey at Bryce. After that I wandered over to my car to get stuff to shower. It has been several days since my shower at the Grand Canyon and may be my last chance before I get home. This was a better deal. $3 for 8 minutes versus $2.50 for 5 minutes at the Grand Canyon.
I headed back to the Visitors Center to refill some water (and after getting on the road and tasting it realizing I should have swapped some my less tasty water for more of the Bryce water. It’s probably the best water I’ve tasted yet in the parks on this trip.)
After that, I honestly wasn’t sure where I was staying. I decided to head towards Page, Arizona and check out Glen Canyon Dam and Lake Powell and hope to snag a spot in a campground there. Frustratingly, I had finally gotten around to downloading the Reservations.Gov app while on the Bryce Canyon Visitor Center’s Wi-Fi, but it wasn’t working well to actually show me available dates. So after arriving at the closed (due to my lateness) Glen Canyon Dam Visitor’s Center and taking some photos I removed the app and tried again. Just about 1 mile away was Beehive Campground which is a primitive site (i.e. no running water). I figured I’d check it out. I lucked out. There were two available sites left. So after self-registering, I set out to make some dinner and catch up on journalling.
Interesting enough, because there’s no trees here and I’m overlooking Lake Powell, I’d say it’s perhaps one of the prettiest sites I’ve camped at yet.
And now to clean up and set up for bed and see what tomorrow brings.
One of my goals on this trip (yes, this road trip has goals, albeit not set in stone ones) was to visit Zion and Bryce. As noted in a previous post, I had postponed them by a day do to the cold went to Death Valley instead. But now it was time to finally hit them up.
One of the ongoing issues I kept having was the lack of available camping at Zion. It normally has two campgrounds but one is closed for refurbishment. So despite checking daily, I had no lucking securing a campsite. This meant at best I could do a day visit and then hurry over to Zion for a camping site. It was doable but less than ideal.
I was fortunate enough to get a spot at the visitor center. Failure to do so would have required me to backtrack into town and catch the visitor center shuttle into the park. After checking out the visitor center, I boarded the in-park shuttle to go up to the top of the road into Zion Canyon. Once there I did what everyone else did and hiked upstream on the dry path until I hit the water itself and turned around. While the trail does continue, and I’d say is probably worth it, I really didn’t want to deal with wet feet. I then caught the shuttle back down and hopped off at a couple of stops and walked between a few so I could get more hiking in and more pictures. I caught a shuttle back to the visitor center. On the way it stopped by the museum where the bus driver pointed out we had 1 whole minute to catch the museum before it closed. Now I’m going to commit heresy, but I’ll be honest: Zion wasn’t my favorite park so far. I’ll admit to failing to give it a full shot and there are other parts to see, but honestly, while still very pretty and impressive, I’m not sure I’d rush to go back. It also struck me in some ways as one of the more crowded parks. I suspect that’s because probably a very high percentage of the visitors are all crowded into the one main canyon. There are other parts to visit and I intend to someday. Perhaps I’ll enjoy it more.
From there it was time to head east. Now this road is impressive. It has some incredible views and even if you do nothing else in Zion, I’d say this drive is worth it. Included in the drive is passage through a 1 mile long tunnel. My dad would have hated it. He had an irrational fear of tunnels. By his own admission. I recall our drive across the country when it turned out we had to go through some tunnels on the Pennsylvania Turnpike. He was white-knuckled.
One detail that makes these tunnels interesting is along the north side are 3 large “windows” in the rock that open up over the valley. You can’t stop to look out, but you do pass them. You may have come across a click-bait article that talks about the “mysterious windows in the rock in Zion Canyon”. Well there’s no mystery. They’re openings into this road tunnel.
Eventually the road opens up into wide open spaces and from there it’s a pretty, but also somewhat non-noteworthy drive into Bryce. Since I got there after hours no one was at the gate to greet me (which is fine because my Park Pass would have covered the entrance fee). I got to my campsite. Well, the slight pull-off from the paved loop that was called my campsite. I literally had to make sure my passenger door wasn’t left open, lest another car come by and sideswipe it. Zion had been cool, in part because of the altitude and slightly the latitude. Bryce, even more so. The Sun was setting behind me as I quickly made dinner and looked to find the restroom. Well the restroom for this loop wasn’t too far away. It was also closed for renovations. I have to admit, I was far from pleased. The next closest was frankly a long walk and two of the times I used it, I actually drove over. I’ll probably complain to the NPS at some point that the website had no warning of this, because had I known, I would have probably picked the other campground that also had free spots. Anyway, it was annoying but that was the sum of it.
Given how cold it already was and it was late, I didn’t relish setting up my tent in the dark so again I bedded down in the car. This time with full long-underwear on. I knew it would be a cold night. Apparently it was. After I got up on the morning, I noticed frost on the inside of my windshield. Yes, inside. The moisture from my breathing was the source of the frost.
And with that, I settled in for a long winter’s nap. Ok, a decent cold spring nap.
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