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Interests: drinking sunsets, dancing in the rain, dancing anywhere, chocolate, hugs, friends, sundresses and straw hats, little hands and feet and voices, running barefoot through puddles, cinderella dresses
Expertise: falling down
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3/7/2005
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| I just wanted to let y'all know that I will no longer be posting on xanga. I don't think it's actually possible to delete one of these so I guess it will still be here, but I'll not be posting here any more.
~Bekah
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| It's that time of year again...the trees have traded their summer frocks for elegant scarlet robes, trimmed in rich brown velvets and dripping with gold. Daylight has given way to the deep night sky and, though the days still beg for barefeet and sundresses, the evenings call for warm down comforters, and the mornings cry for thick skirts and sweaters.
Virginia's summer skies no longer drip with precipitation...the crisp mornings have become the perfect weather for...
making fudge! 
And so I made fudge. Three pounds of rich chocolate fudge. And there's already a pound gone! The baklava ingredients are calling to me. And soon, when the country dons an aura of gratefulness, it will be time to pull out the pizzelle irons.
Ahhh...the joys of autumn and winter baking. Some things simply aren't the same during the warmer seasons. | | |
| Well, as you can see, I didn't get the rest of my journaling done close to as quickly as I would have liked. I am, however, attempting to finish it sometime in the very near future. 
Day Eleven
(Wednesday, July 26)
Through a misunderstanding of just what route number we were looking for, we began driving down a familiar route...and realized we were back on our way to the Grand Canyon. At this point we had to decide whether to turn around and go back to the right road, or to drive through Grand Canyon again on a "detour." We chose the detour and stopped at several points along the South Rim that we had missed on our first visit. Then we stopped outside Grand Canyon and Mom looked at Navajo-made jewelry and pottery.
From there we drove. And drove. And drove. We drove through the outskirts of Monument Valley and kept driving. Finally we reached Four Corners but, because of the time difference, the "park" had closed an hour earlier.
So we continued on into Colorado, ate supper, and found a hotel to stay at. We got to bed at a decent hour that night...
Day Twelve
(Thursday, July 27)
...Which was a good thing, because we were up early the next morning. First on the agenda - backtracking to Four Corners.  From Four Corners we went to Mesa Verde, which holds hundreds of "cliff dwellings." We entered the park and began to ascend up the 11,000 ft. mountain - without warning. Mom was less than thrilled.
We had to stop a couple times on the way to the top, but we did make it there. The cliff dwellings were amazing. Daddy and Anna ventured down into one of the underground rooms, but Mommy and I opted for staying where we could still see the sun.
We had a late lunch at the Mesa Verda cafe', and then headed to Colorado Springs. Tomorrow would be our official last day of site-seeing.
The journal's almost done. I'll finish it up next time!
(Any opinons on whether or not I should I change my photo to a self-portrait?)
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| Day Ten(Tuesday, July 25)London Bridge is falling down,Falling down,Falling down.London Bridge is falling down,My fair lady.Our first stop of July 25 was London Bridge, Lake Havasu City, Arizona, USA. Yes, the real London Bridge from London, England. It was worth it to someone to pay 2.5 million to purchase it and 5 million it took to bring it over here and put it back to together, so why not go see it? Sadly, the bridge looked very out of place in Lake Havasu City. But the pigeons seemed quite at home. We tried not to stay too long, since it was so incredibly hot. It had been 119 in Phoenix, but there was no humidity. I can't remember another time in my life that I was so hot and sweaty as I was at London Bridge! Daddy and I ate lunch in a restaurant overlooking the lake while Mommy and Anna took a boat ride across to California. From Lake Havasu to Havasu Lake. After London Bridge we headed north and drove, briefly, through Nevada. Our next stop crossed the border, so as we drove across the Hoover Dam, we were back in Arizona. Then we parked the car and walked back to Nevada. I took lots of pictures and we stretched our legs as we read the various markers and monuments. Then back into the car and on our way towards Flagstaff. As we were leaving Hoover Dam property we saw a sign that notified us to be on the lookout for Big Horn Sheep. Just as we rounded the bend there stood one...just like it was waiting for us...right on the top of the mountain. Had it not moved its head we might have kept on thinking it was a statue. It looked so majestic. Coming up... Grand Canyon again? | | |
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