Beirne Brightly: June 2015

Despite never quite getting the hang of the pronunciation, we had a wonderful week in Buena Vista. Some say Bew-nah, others Bwee-naw and maybe the easiest is simply B.V. Located on the Arkansas River and at 7,965 feet in the foothills of the Collegiate Peaks, it might not be the most famous town in Colorado, but those in the know love it.

View of the "road"to BV from Cabin

Entrance to Cabin - The Four Mile River Ranch

View of the Collegiate Peaks from the Cabin Front Porch
BV is several miles in the distance

The Log Cabin - our home for a week

Living Room and Kitchen

Cabin Close Up

The log cabin we rented for the week was about five miles from town, up a dirt road where we gave the potholes names like "axle-buster" and "transmission remover". Our nearest permanent neighbor was probably three miles away. The views from the front deck of Mount Harvard, Yale, Princeton - hence the Collegiate Peaks - was spectacular. These mountains are part of the Sawatch Range of the Rockies and boast several peaks over 14,000 feet. The cabin is set on 60 acres with state owned land either side, so the hiking opportunities were unlimited.

We had planned to fly fish on the Arkansas but due to a late winter snow season and some occasional summer thunderstorms, the river was a boiling raging torrent running at close 5,000 gallons per second. Lemons to lemonade: what makes for poor fishing makes for great white water rafting.

The Crew of SS Rubber Dinghy

Taking on the mighty Arkansas with Matt at the helm

Fly Fishing Near Cottonwood Pass

Kevin - Master of the lake trout

Not that we did not fish, we found several lakes where the trout were hungry and if they were not taking the spoons on the boys rods, they were hitting the flies on mine. We pan fried the biggest and they made a tasty dinner.

On our first full day we were treated to a small town rodeo. We found snow high up in the Cottonwood Pass at 12,126 feet and straddled the Continental divide.

Team Roping

June in Colorado

A side trip to Denver to see Belle & Sebastian at Red Rocks, easily the best venue I have ever been at. Next day we had great seats for an afternoon Rockies game. On the way back to BV we stopped at the Garden of the Gods in Colorado Springs but failed to find the Air Force Academy.

Red Rocks Arena with Denver in the Background

Coors Field - Home of the Denver Rockies

Garden of the Gods - Colorado Springs

On our last full day we made a quick trip to Fairplay to see their fine collection of frontier buildings and hit Salida on the way home to see FiBArk, their annual whitewater competition.

Downtown Fairplay

Contestant on the Arkansas in Salida

A word on the cabin. It was perfect. Solid log construction, no electricity, phone, or TV. The lights and refrigerator ran off propane gas and there was a solar panel to provide power to outlets if needed. We played board games every night and I have developed a love for Monopoly. The well had some of the best water I have ever tasted and the Eddy Line Brewery in town makes some very good beer from the same source. Our only disturbance was late one night when we thought we heard a mouse scratching - the footprints on the deck the next morning revealed it to be a coyote. Deer were everywhere but we do not see any of the elusive mountain goats, bighorn sheep or elk - although there was plenty of scat all around the cabin.

The cabin was heaven on earth in June - be interesting to see what it is like in January. I get the feeling winter could be a rough at about 9,500 feet.

Representin' at Royal Gorge

On our way to BV we stayed in Santa Fe, NM and made a side excursion to the Great Sand Dunes National Park. They have to be seen to be believed. On the way from Taos, we got to see that everyday sight of a peacock, in a cage, on the roof of a Fiat 500, going about 55 MPH, on the highway...

Great Sand Dunes, Colorado

Every Peacock should own a Fiat

Our last day consisted of a 780 mile 13.5 hour drive from BV to Southlake through the glorious - not - panhandle and the flat plains of of Texas. Always good to be home though!

With apologies to Neil Young:

I've been to Dubai, I've been to Mumbai
I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold

Better late than never, a quick recap of the May 2014 trip to the Middle-East and beyond.

DFW to Dubai is a 15 hour flight. That is an energy sapping, play with your head time-zone buster. We left Texas in the evening and got in late the next the day. Twenty-four hours evaporated aboard a tin can, although I did catch up on several good movies, like (somewhat appropriately), American Hustle... great film by the way.

The airport in Dubai is massive and was curiously empty. It is like they built it with the year 2200 in mind. That was the case for much of the city's structures: large, imposing, modern but cold and under-utilized. Our hotel - the Sheraton on Sheikh Zayed Road - was comfortable and well appointed and despite the jetlag we slept fairly well but woke at all hours.

On our first full day we tried to see the Burj Al Arab - the cool building that looks like a dhow or sail boat. Fail. That one is private. Next we checked out the famous Emirates Golf Club and we could have played around - but it was already close to 100F at 10am and hardly anyone was there. Instead I opted to buy a golf shirt as a souveneir. We ditched our non-English speaking cab driver for the Metro. Super clean, quiet but brought a moment of awkwardness when I boarded the car reserved for women and children and an Arab female was quick to usher me out before some sort of public beating was meted out. I did not like being separated from Fiona but when in Rome...

We went to the Mall of the Emirates - largest in the world, complete with indoor ski-slope and all the main European and American fashion houses (Versace, Cartier, Ralph Lauren, etc.). Again, modern, big but almost desolate. We happened on a good book store where I bought - what else? - "Revolt in the Desert" by T.E. Lawrence. Their section on how the UAE has become modernized was impressive to the point of being propaganda... Also picked up a pocket Qur'an for good measure. Next was our appointment to the top of the Burj Khalifa - tallest structure in the world. It is an imposing spire of glass and steel and a pain in the rear to find the actual entrance but well worth the effort. The view of the desert to the southeast and the man-made Palm Islands and The World to the west was incredible.

That afternoon we battled the heat - even Texans will admit is was fierce and tried to find an elusive souk or market in the old part of town. Our quest was in vain. We found a tourist trap alley where we were harassed by hawkers but did stumble upon a cool public art gallery near the Al-Shandagah watch tower by the Dubai Creek. When we emerged into the sunshine an Imam was calling the denizens to prayer and the few men - no women anywhere - that were out were hustling to the mosque. We had no business left so we we went back to the hotel.

I don't recall much of our second day, we flew to Mumbai that evening. I was happy to leave. Usually I am enamored by new cities, new countries and cultures. Not so Dubai. We never felt welcome. We got either looks of suspicion or disdain. For all its wealth and grandeur, it lacks soul.

View from the Burj

Himself and Herself

Art Gallery Fare

Burj Khalifa Tower

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Flying into Mumbai gives a good feeling for the vastness of the city and also the dichotomy that exists. There are gleaming glass and steel high rises butting up against tarp covered shanty towns. The first surprise was the level of security. Ever since the terrorist attacks in 2008, the ante has been upped. Just on the quick jaunt to our hotel, we encountered barricades, armed guards, a search of the taxi, etc. Not a minute out of the airport we were treated to several quintessential Indian experiences: beep-beep horns, crazy drivers and of course, a small cow in the middle of it all. We loved it.

Our hotel, a Hilton near the airport, was perfect. Food was excellent, staff so friendly. From our room was a view of a four lane thoroughfare and I swear, I got up early in the morning to watch the chaos that is Mumbai traffic. It is a veritable free for all - and yet no accidents!

The morning of the wedding, we made a quick trip to a local mall to find Fiona some native dress. Not a full blown sari but close! The wedding was beautiful, in an old Catholic church. That is what was so surprising about Mumbai - Hindus, Sikhs, Christians, Muslims, Bhuddists... all inter-mingled everywhere. Not saying they all get along but it is certainly a melting pot.

The wedding reception was terrific, especially when the distant cousins, their acquaintances, villagers and others began to show up late in the evening. We met so many warm and friendly people. Unfortunately by about 10pm we were exhausted and had to hit the hay and no doubt missed most of the action. It went on well into the wee hours!

Next day we took a whirlwind tour of the city and visited Mani Bhavan, the home of Gandhi from 1917-34. We saw the most expensive house in the world, Antilia, valued at $1B plus - 27 floors and a staff of 600 for four residents!!! On the other hand we saw the Dhobi Ghat, a huge outdoor laundromat but a model of efficiency. We went to a magnificent Jain Temple, the Shoe House in Kamala Nehru Park, seen the Taj Hotel - still under repair after the aforementioned 2008 bombing - and the Gateway to India arch.

The highlight of the day was Elephanta Island and the cave sculptures. A UNESCO World Heritage Site, the caves were carved and tunneled into a massive rock hill between the 5th and 8th centuries. It is a huge complex of rooms, each with ten to sixteen foot stone carvings of Shiva, Parvati, Yogishvara, etc. in various poses with all kinds of watchful guards and animals. It is simply extraordinary. Most of it is in great repair but some of the massive stone carvings are missing chunks - 17th century Portuguese soldiers used them as target practice. The island itself is typically chaotic. Huge crowds visit, hawkers abound and the monkeys are brazen.

Our last day full day in Mumbai was spent with Sheldon and Limora and we took in some of the more fashionable parts of the city, including Bandra and Juhu Beach, home to the many stars of Bollywood. Which reminds me, we loved their TV. It was either crazy Bollywood movies, cricket or politicans yelling at each other. Prime Minister Modi was sworn in while we were there and the general feeling of support for him was very evident.

We loved Mumbai and being only a slice of India, means I would love to see more of the country. The history and diverse culture with influences from Europe, the Middle-East and Asia is simply staggering. It would be incredible to get out into the country, travel by train and see the small towns and other regions. We loved the food and the people were so friendly and welcoming.