Urban Coyotes

The first time I remember seeing a coyote in Long Beach was on a drive to work. My normal routes were impacted by street-work, so while driving west on Anaheim Ave, a major thoroughfare on the way out of town over the river and freeways, a coyote was trotting across the major street.

My first thought as I approached was Stray dog? Out here? because we don't really ever see strays. But as I got closer, the silhouette this 'dog' cut became clearer, and it was obvious this wasn't a dog-dog, it was wildlife. There was a large patch of overgrowth under the bridge over the LA river at Anaheim, in an area they'll probably be filling in with condos or apartments soon enough, that I was pretty sure was this coyote's destination. 

It was a nifty encounter. Ever since college I've had a soft spot for coyotes. I've even named a character I put into two different stories Sin-ka-lip (the Salish name for coyote), who is, in case you're wondering, a talking coyote.

Anywho, a few years later, I was driving down one of our neighborhood streets and saw this sight:

So I trailed it for a while, slowly, and at a distance that kept it from taking off. I was far enough away to see who was keeping it company. Guiding, maybe...?

I was able to capture their friend finally in the frame, on top of the streetlight on the left side: a crow. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it. Coyote and crow chilling together in, er, downtown Long Beach. They were literally traveling together, coyote down the middle of the street and crow flying along side, and I got that picture when crow finally perched. 

Raccoons have been a staple of our downtown LB living for years. A family lived under the house next-door when we lived down the street on 3rd, and I've seen them a few times along the rocks at the marina on evening walks. Coyotes, I read, do exist in urban areas still, they're just pretty out of sight. And then I started seeing them...maybe I'm just coyote-blessed.

So, eighteen months later I'm driving to work again, and a stretch of road I drive along (Lomita Ave) has large encampments of unhoused people. Sometimes there are cops and service workers, with dumpsters, sweeping them all away, but that's not a permanent solution. I've written about it before. That area has large-ish wilderness overgrowth area next to the north-south I-110 freeway, closed in on the west and east by the freeway and Vermont Ave, and on the south by Lomita. Check out the Google Map picture, that shows the encampment on the sidewalk:

I wasn't able to get a picture, but it made sense that the unhoused community would draw plenty of attention. A few days later, I was able to get a picture:

Sometimes I get to thinking about my Sin-ka-lip, about what kind iof sage advice he'd have for Fu-tzu, his student, if they were watching one of these camps, or how society at-large treats them.

Coyote's presence can still be felt all over, if you're trying to feel it.

How Much is That Doggy in the Window?

Um...they're not for sale. They're part of the family...

Nighttime, and still lonely. Poor guy. 

I remember experiencing a little anxiety at the view, but dogs are tough, right? And smart.

Political Intrigue in Dinetah

"Dinetah" is the name the locals call the Navajo Nation, the largest reservation in the US:

The dine is what they call themselves (Navajo for "people"). While we drove through the Nation during our Decemberween trip, we stayed in Kayenta (check the map for more detail, like the location of Kayenta, Tuba City, and the tiny hamlet we shopped in while staying in Colorado, Cortez):

I bought a reservation newspaper while we stayed in Kayenta, and read through it with the vicarious view of a mostly informed tourist---informed in terms of knowing structurally what their sovereign government would resemble.

Right on the front page there are three main articles, one with the picture above the fold and story below, on the left; and two on the right, one above the fold and one title above the fold, and all three are connected in various ways.

The story on the left tells the tale of the President and the Vice President's beef, their non-working relationship, about how the VP has accused the President of sexual harassment or misconduct; about howe the President scoffs at those accusations, about how those accusations have arisen from his demands that his VP get work done for the people of the Nation. It tells how the Prez had taken the VP's security detail away, as well as her vehicle. It's pretty crazy.

The top story on the right hand side tells the story of how the Navajo Nation's Attorney General, after completing the investigation into the VP's sexual harassment claims---there were no actions that rose to the level of sexual harassment by the party of the President is the main conclusion---the AG was removed from office by a tight vote of the tribal council.

The article directly below it tells the story of the Nation's first-lady---the President's wife---being appointed the Attorney for Apache County in Arizona. She has acknowledged the peculiarities about the position, especially since the 70% of the county is on the reservation and thus, Navajo Nation land, too. I'm not sure if this matters, but she's not yet 30 years old.

Good for her.

I think this may make for an interesting dramatic movie...Navajo Nation fraying behind the shadow of larger political turmoil; the perseverance of a long forgotten and generally oppressed people amid worse machinations at the federal level...

Maybe just a clearly told story would be captivating enough. I think it makes sense that I may not be the best voice to tell the story...people looking like me have been telling these people's story for far too long.

Movie Traditions

Before we had kids, Corrie would, on New Year's Eve, marathon watch the second of the Lord of the Rings movies---The Two Towers and The Return of the King. We didn't have The Fellowship, so it was never involved.

Anywho, Cass has been interested in knights and armor and battles---because what kid isn't?---and Corrie said, Well, there are these crazy vivid, involved, movies that have monsters, wizards, magic, sword-play, HUGE battle scenes, ghost armies, tiny half-sized people...it's pretty cool! And Cass's eyes went wide and he said: What the sigma are we waiting for (this is new slang for us oldies)?

So, before we left for Colorado, Corrie put on the extended versions of the Lord of the Rings films. The 12 hours of epic movie split nicely over two weeks---somedays we'd watch an hour, others an-hour-and-a-half---always ending for bed or shower at a reasonable place.

I didn't catch all of the extended versions, but from what I did see, some things were filled in, or nuance I was unaware of got explained. Like Aragorn being 87 years old, and being one of the "dudes who live for a few hundred years" typed of humans. I had no idea...

Anywho number two, that left Corrie and I with the desire to watch something new on New Year's Eve, and we had settled on wanting to put eyes on Ivan Reitman's "Evolution" from summer of 2001. We had just driven through the beautiful Glen Canyon area of Utah and Arizona---the site for where the movie takes place---and we quote it regularly...so the decision made sense.

One evening back in the pre-9/11 summer of 2001, Corrie, Tony, and I went to see this movie in the theater, but not in San Luis. We drove down to Arroyo Grande to a tiny single-screen theater (most likely the Fair Oaks Theatre), most likely having been drinking and partaking the whole drive down, only to crack up laughing over and over. I have a soft spot for this movie.

We put it on for the kids, but they weren't as interested as us, so we put it on after they went to bed. I spent some time online after watching it, to see if the online community loves it as much as I do (they decidedly do NOT), and to check specific filming locations and the like.

The third act climax is silly, and the end bad-guy in this essentially Ghostbusters-retooling is, eh, let's say pushing the boundaries of believability, but the physical nature of David Duchovny, Orlando Jones, and Julianne Moor's comedy cracks me up just by thinking about it. The chemistry between Duchovny and Jones in the small moments ("Ready for lunch Harry? Or...have you already eaten?"), or just Orlando Jones line reads ("God gave you two goddamned hands for a reason!"; "We're just trying to look after these little guys, your majesty!") or to him ("This is not a nightclub!") or Arizona's governor, played by Dan Ackroyd, ("Somebody take this bag of snakes and lay them out straight for me.") provide endless quotes for Corrie and me. And I haven't even mentioned Sean William Scott ("I do this!"; not a quote, but his face upon hearing his terrible boss was killed by a monster is priceless.)

After purchasing a new DVD player, I hope to return this movie to our rotation. It could make for a nice New Year's Eve movie, but I wouldn't want it to only get seen once a year. If you haven't seen it, I would say it's worth your time, but I also understand the main complaints about it.

The times, though, when it came out were the height of frivolity in America---the pre-9/11 summer of 2001. It's from a different era, and it takes me back there, which may be why I still adore it so much.

Part 7: Vegas, Baby!

(Sigh)

Limping into Vegas wasn't part of the plan. But it was a necessity. The drive would have been too far, and we wanted to show the kids the lights. But then sickness was all around, and gambling was all around, and smoking was all around, and it was a bit surreal.

We did make sure the kids were feeling okay enough to go have an hour's worth of date night, just me and Corrie, walking around, drinking, playing some blackjack. We showed Cass how to call me on Corrie's phone---we set up my number as an emergency contact---and left the kids to watch TV. They did fine and there was no issue, and we had our own little fun time.

Before that, I took Cass to walk around and see some lights, and they didn't diasappoint:

"You can't park your car here!"

I had a sound byte playing in my head often as we walked around, the scene where Johnny Depp is trying to leave his car under lights like the ones above at an early point in 1998's Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, and the attendant is yelling at him. I must have said it dozens of times, much to Cass's bewilderment.

We did try to catch some of the circus acts, but they were sporadic, not at the time's posted, and not the things that were supposed to be happening. Oh well, but check out the thick balance/contortionist with the ball, cool stuff!

We grabbed some cash to gamble with, but seeing all the tables were full, we dropped a twenty into a fancy looking slot machine, and before we could figure out just the hell was happening, we were down to six bucks, and couldn't wager anymore. We hit teh CASH OUT key and it spit out a voucher like the one below.

Corrie went to use the bathroom, and I put the six dollar voucher into a machine like cash, and played until I couldn't bet anymore. I won, and lost, and won, and lost, but the winning never amounted to much, and in the end, the CASH OUT button was pressed, and the following six cent voucher was spit out.

We joked that it would have been funny to go turn it in at the window and collect that nickel and penny, but decided to give it to Cass as a keepsake, a reminder of the realities of gambling. Twenty bucks to six cents in a matter of minutes.

We lost the rest of our money faster, once the blackjack table opened, and then we left, laughing all the way back to the room. We had a set amount of money we were comfortable essentially setting on fire, enjoyed the experience, and went back to the room. I could see a scenario where I did some sports betting, but...

The next day, after agreeing not to go visit our old friends, we bombed it back to Long Beach. Cass barfed in the car, and Corrie was sick that night at home. We're still not completely clear even now. Sheesh...

The trip was awesome and magical, but the last fifty hours were a bit rough, and we're still shaking it off, even now, nearly a week later.

In for a penny, in for a pound, I suppose!

Happy Decemberween Holidays!

Part 6: Natural Bridges and off to Utah

We left the house in a caravan, almost like we arrived. When we got to the main road, we each drove off in our own direction. We headed off towards Utah and to see some things before trying to meet old friends in Vegas, before heading home.

What turned out to be the only thing we saw in Utah was Natural Bridges. It was a quick loop with three arches to see, either by easy access lookout or by hike. We did the last, easygoing hike, and it was strikingly beautiful, like so much of the nature we witnessed on the trip.

We found a place to eat a ways from this beauty, and still tried to dog it another couple hours to our hotel.

It was about here that things went sideways. The hotel we booked essentially didn't exist, and was "avaliable" to take our money by a computer issue. Now, here we were, after 10 pm, near Bryce Canyon park, in the offseason, in 20 degree weather, with no place to go and nothing looking open. I was on my phone, Corrie was on her phone, and we tried to find a room with two beds close by.

We did get a room, got the kids situated, and after about an hour asleep, Camille woke up wailing, and then barfed her entire dinner all over the bed she was sharing with Corrie. It wasn't the last time she threw up, and the night was a rough one.

We decided to skip whatever sightseeing we were going to do and head on to Vegas, mulling over weather it was an okay idea to even visit old friends. We booked a place that would be open, a super cheap room at Circus Circus, and hoped a day of rest would be enough for Camille.

We found a rad restaurant, the Flying Goat, in a town named Panguitch (no joke). They didn't even blink when Camille barfed the second we make it to a table. They just awwed and got her some toast while someone got a mop. "We got kids," they said.

If you find yourself in Panguitch, UT, check out the Flying Goat, in the bottom of the white building in the middle. Rad people, good food, and tons of goat decorations.

Part 5: Snow Day at Elevation

On Boxing Day we took our kids, Mary and Eddy took the twins, and we caravanned with Anne up the way from Dolores past the small mountain town of Rico, pulled over at a spot, and got our sleds out. It was high up in the sky, it was windy and snowing sideways, and while Pete and Colton and Anne and Bohdi (her son) took off for higher ground for sledding, we tried to get the kids set up close by, and eventually we went back to Rico for brunch.

The elevation at Lizard Pass was 13,113, and while we were told later that elevation was for the summit, we sure felt it then.

Cass bundled up well

Camille, with Corrie and one of our sleds 

Cass and the big sled

Badass grub shop in Rico, CO

I didn't have proper snow boots, and once my leg disappeared into snow and my shoe filled up, I knew I wouldn't be lasting too much longer. We stopped at the local artsy coffee shop slash food spot and took over the joint for an hour, buying gear and food and drinks before braving the icy roads home.

It was a treacherous drive at the end of an awesome morning.