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            “Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your head and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.– Steve Jobs

I suspected when I visited Rocky Mountain National Park this past fall that it would be for the last time, which made seeing it all the more precious. -- Photo by Pat Bean

I suspected when I visited Rocky Mountain National Park this past fall that it would be for the last time, which made seeing it all the more precious. — Photo by Pat Bean

Changed Perspective

            I was born at a time when southern men thought it was a good think to keep women barefoot and pregnant. I lived that way for a while, mostly because I didn’t know anything different.

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And seeing the Blue Ridge Mountains this past fall was a first in my lifetime, I suspect it will also never happen again. — Photo by Pat Bean

And then I sat in front of a television with my children and watched Neil Armstrong set foot on the moon and utter the words that have continued to live in my little gray cells: “That’s one step for man, one giant leap for mankind.”

The words were spoken at a time when forward leaps in my own thoughts and actions were exploding.  I had become a working mother in a field – journalism – that exposed me to a larger world than I knew had existed.

I became knowledgeable about Vietnam, body bags, equal rights for women, and equal rights and integration for Blacks. I learned that that life was not fair, which was as devastating to me as learning there was no Santa Claus when I was 10.


But since I now live in the desert, I expect to see many more cactus blooms … Photo by Pat Bean

I struggled, as all caring parents do, to raise my children to be honest, hard-working, contributing members of society. I watched as the Cold War ended and the Berlin Wall came down, and as terrorists, including the ones who lived next door, eroded our sense of security.

Life became easier for me at last, even as I watched it become more difficult for my children and grandchildren. Opportunities and apple pie are harder to come by these days. I stuck in the backdoor of a newspaper without the proper education that even I required when I moved up to being the one who hired reporters.

And then along comes the Internet, which truly has changed everything. I can’t imagine living without it, yet I grieve for all that it has taken away.

... and many more Tucson sunsets -- Photo by Pat Bean

… and many more Tucson sunsets — Photo by Pat Bean

Finally, I come to today when I have to accept that there are fewer days ahead of me than behind me.  I especially felt it on my cross-country journey this past fall. This will probably be the last time I visit Rocky Mountain National Park, I thought, as I drove Trail Ridge Road through the awesome mountains; probably the last time I’ll ever drive  the Blue Ridge Parkway. It was the same for each of the many sights I experienced on the journey.

Realizing how fast the clock is ticking away has made me look harder at everything, to breathe in each spectacular landscape more deeply, and truly, perhaps for the first time in my life,  live in the moment. That’s not a bad thing. Actually it has been rather exhilarating, and certainly has made me more thoughtful.

I got to thinking about precious moments this morning after listening to the Rolling Stones belt out “This Could Be the Last Time.” The musical number was a YouTube video posted on my blog pick of the day.  Perhaps you would like to listen, too.

The Wondering Wanderer's blog pick of the day.

The Wondering Wanderer’s blog pick of the day.

Bean’s Pat: Flickr Comments  http://tinyurl.com/brllod2 Maybe the Last Time – but hopefully not.

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            “I have found a dream of beauty at which one might look all one’s life and sigh.” – Isabelle L Bird.

Isabelle was a 19th century traveler who explored the Rocky Mountains on horseback in 1873 and wrote about her adventures in “A Lady’s Life in the Rocky Mountains.”  Her travels make mine and Pepper’s seem whimpy in comparison.

Way up high in sight of glaciers. — Photo by Pat Bean

Adventures with Pepper: Day Nine

I never tire of looking at aspen trees in the fall. — Photo by Pat Bean

I couldn’t have chosen a more perfect day to drive through Rocky Mountain National Park. Pepper and I took Highway 34 through the majestic mountains. More commonly known as Trail Ridge Road, Gypsy Lee took its steep, winding route up to over 12,000 feet with ease and grace. She was the hero of the day.

While I didn’t linger long at any stop, I stopped often. It was not my first visit to the park, and this day was just another part of my journey elsewhere.

The day was one of those that make my favorite travel quote so meaningful.

“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters.” — Ursula k. leGuin

Book Report: I was halted in place by stormy weather yesterday.

Of course the elk was a traffic-stopping sight. I took this photo through the front windshield of my RV, Gypsy Lee. — Photo by Pat Bean

It was the perfect day to do a lot of writing. But I didn’t. Of course I have regrets. Travels with Maggie still stuck at 52,186 words.

But in my own defense, it’s the first time since I started reporting my progress that I hadn’t made any forward movement. And I’ll certainly be too proud to admit that it didn’t go anywhere tomorrow. At least I think I will be.

The Wondering Wanderer’s blog pick of the day.

Bean’s Pat:  Snow in the Wetlands http://tinyurl.com/99wvgaq All about snowy egrets. This bloggers words and photo brought to mind a poem by Emily Dickinson:

 Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune–without the words,
And never stops at all…

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            “Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me .After the explosion, I spend the rest of the day putting the pieces together.” – Ray Bradbury

The scattered rain showers that slowed my journey for a day turned the sky overhead into an ever-changing kaleidoscope. — Photo by Pat Bean

Adventures with Pepper: Day Eight

Robins, as well as magpies, white-crowned sparrow and dark-eyed juncos were plentiful around the campground. — Photo by Pat Bean

While I was eager for the next step of my journey, crossing Rocky Mountain National Park, I let a little rain delay me. My RV, Gypsy Lee, doesn’t like slick roads.

So instead, I spent the day catching up on laundry, giving my RV a good Pine Sol cleaning and simply enjoying the sights around the campground. .

It rained off and on until late afternoon, but then, as the weatherman had promised, the sun came out and bode well for my next day’s travels.

Book Report: Just a half hour this morning because I wanted to get on the road. Travels with Maggie is now up to 52,186 words.

The Wondering Wanderer’s blog pick of the day.

Bean’s Pat: A Red-tailed Hawk Survives a Tornado http://tinyurl.com/924×859 I love happy ending stories. Don’t you?

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