Maurice and I love college football and usually only get to see it on television the next day after a game in France. We went to one game in Arizona to see ASU play and it wasn’t a good experience. We were under an overhang and it trapped the hot air (it was in the high 90’s even though the sun had set) and made us very uncomfortable. A bad plus for me was that the noise was also trapped there. I fished around in my purse and found a pair of ear plugs from our flight on the airplane and used them. ASU was badly beaten to top it all. We made the mistake of taking a taxi both ways from my mohter’s house and with all of the traffic, it cost us a pretty penny. When we went to visit my children in Texas, my son, who went to TCU in Fort Worth, wanted to go to a game. After our former experience we weren’t too excited but we did and had a great time. It helped that we were in the open air and on the side of the stadium that was in the shade.

Before we went to the game we went to a barbeque place which allowed dogs on the terrace which was along the river. It looked good enough for a human to me.

A look at the field at TCU. Notice the people in the front of us holding up their hands. They are making the sign of the horned frog, the mascot of TCU.

Many of the girls were wearing cowboy boots with dresses or skirts-or shorts.

Another girl in boots. You can see her with the tailgate parties going on. We were parked in the main party area and people had tent coverings, grills going, drinks, mostly beer, radios to listen to the game and some had large TV screens. In fact, some people just set up chairs out in the parking lot and never went into the stadium, just watched TV or listened to the radio. Maurice was fascinated by it all and went over and asked a family if he could take their photo. When he told them that this was all new to him and that he was from France, they were amazed and stood up and shook his hand. One man said if anyone said anything bad to him, to let him know and he would take care of it. Maybe they thought someone would have a antiFrench thing. Later my son was having indigestion from that barbeque we had just eaten so he looked around for an older man who was grilling meat, asked him if he had anything to take and, sure enough, the man gave him some medication. A fun American experience.

In the copper mining area of Arizona are several towns which are now ghost towns. Many towns shut down when the copper ran out and every building became empty. Jerome was one of these. I remember driving up the mountain to look at it when I was in high school and not one building had a person in it. There were empty hotels and even an empty hospital, once one of the best in the country. Maurice and I were in the area as we headed back from our trip to Utah so drove up to take a look. Some time ago some hippie artists took over one building and the rest is history. Jerome is now packed with art shops, restaurants and hotels-and also tourists, lots of tourists walking around. Jerome is built on a very steep hill and stairs are sometimes required.

Looks like there are still hippies in town.

Here’s a nice way to run a business.

One of the hotels which gives you an idea of the look of the town.

His and her motorcycles. Lots of tatoos were seen too.

Not in Jerome, but Scottsdale. A sunset we saw the next morning.

I was really tired of hiking after the Delicate Arch but because the Landscape Arch wasn’t a long walk, I got myself out of the car and saw it.

Here it is from a distance.

The sun was sort of in the wrong place-I would have preferred to have had the sun shining on the arch but it’s kind of dramatic if you stand in the right place.

There were men up at the arch with enormous equipement to do a movie for IMAX as you can see. We saw them carrying really heavy things on sticks. It took four people just to carry one piece. The glamour of the film business.

We wanted to see what is called the Delicate Arch while in Arches National Park and it turned out to be a pretty hard hike but worth it.

We saw these Indian pictographs on the way to the arch. They aren’t that ancient as they show the Indians riding on horses and they didn’t have horses until the Spanish arrived. Still, it’s a thrill to see them.

Part of the hiking trail. I was amazed to see parent carrying toddlers in those back carriers, young kids whining their way up wanted to be carried by their parents and, once at the top, moms nursing their babies.

And here it is in all of its glory.

Looking up from underneath.

A view without any people in it which was hard to get-sort of like trying to get a photo of the pyramid at the Louvre.

I had two things happen that I think are interesting stories. I keep thinking about them anyway. They both happened in Red Lodge, Montana.
The first one happened when we stopped at a laundromat to do some washing. We had just put our clothes in the washing machine and were sitting down to read the paper when a man entered. He was tall, gray haired and wore cowboy jeans and a cowboy hat. He sat down and turned on the TV without putting any clothing in the machines. Then he asked who had the car with the Arizona license plates. When I told him that it was us, he was off. We heard all sorts of interesting stories. He had skied in the area and, I think, was pretty near to being Olympic material. He said he skied with Jean Claud Killy, a famous French skier who won three gold Olympic medals in 1968. He was involved in the making of some skies with Leo Lacroix and he was good friends with a famous skier named Spider iSavitch who was killed by the French ex wife of Andy Williams. We heard all about his skiing and the fact that he attended school in Los Angeles. Because he was so handsome I asked him if he had ever acted. He gave me a surprised look and asked me why in the world I had asked him that. I said just because he had lived in LA and he told me that, indeed, he had been in a small part for a few days in the soap opera, The Young and the Restless, and had been amazed by how handsome in real life David Haselbeck had been. He went on a bit, here and there, about people with money but I had the feeling he had been raised in a wealthy family. He told me that he lived a couple of miles up the road in a cabin. Our clothes were dry by then and we folded them while he still talked on. I had to cut him short and tell him we had to go. Maurice found it interesting that he came to a laundromat just to watch TV. I just found him fascinating.

The second tale is one I overheard while having our breakfast at a hotel in Red Lodge. Two men sat next to each other and one man asked the other if he had the motorcycle across the road, a BMW, which he did. They were off exchanging various routes they had taken and what had happened. One man was taking his motorcycle to Santa Barbara. The other said he had come up over Bear Tooth Pass (which Maurice and I had just gone over) and he stopped because it was so windy. While he was resting, his helmet blew off of his cycle and down a mountain. He ran down to get it and while down the hill, heard a crash and got up the hill to find his cycle blown over. The motorcycle weighed 650 pounds and he couldn’t get it up by himself so he had to wave for help and a nice man stopped and helped him get it back up. This, among many other reasons, is why I won’t let Maurice rent a Harley Davidson.




All photos are from the home of my room mate from college many years ago. It was fun to be together again and reconnect.

We took a really great, but difficult, tour of an area in Arches National Park called the Fiery Furnace led by a park ranger named Anna. She was full of information about the formation of the area and got us up and down some tough places.

The park is full of over 2000 arches. This was a double one called the skull which you have to look at upside down to see where the name came from.

This is Maurice. As you can see, we had to slide down on our fannies to get down. We had to shimmy our way over a crevice too with our feet on one side and our hands on a high wall on the other.

A look at some of the rock columns with a “clock”-can you see it?

Walking along with the rest of the group.

The view at one point. Such a beautiful area.

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