This week’s Tuesday Photo Challenge prompt from Frank is “Sunset”.
This week’s Tuesday Photo Challenge prompt from Frank is “Sunset”.
Nine days passed quickly and before we knew it, we were back home December 15 at around 9:00 PM. I had missed posting about day two and day three. So I will summarize here day two and day three along with day seven through day nine.
Day Two, December 23, in Las Vegas went in a blur. The day was spent mostly resting after a tiring fourteen hour drive from San Jose, California to Las Vegas, Nevada on day one. Normally it should not have taken more than ten hours. We had a good dinner at Mount Everest India’s Cuisine in Las Vegas. Lines were long and the place felt little cramped but the food was delicious. I will definitely recommend the restaurant to any one looking for alternative to buffets on the strip. After dinner we went to see a Ka, a Cirque du Soleil show at MGM Grand. It was a grand show but I must have slept through much of the show as I remember my daughter nudging me continuously during the show trying to wake me up. I just crashed after coming back to hotel.
Day Three, December 24, Christmas eve, drove from Las Vegas to Grand Canyon via Hoover Dam. It was a bad decision. Traffic to Hoover Dam was terrible.We had been to Hoover Dam before but my two younger kids had no memories of those visits during their childhood. We lost more than three hours of time and due to Arizona being one hour ahead of Nevada, by the time we arrived in Grand Canyon it was already evening and we missed viewing sunset over the Grand Canyon. So we ended up having an early dinner at the Yavapai Lodge restaurant and retiring early to ensure not missing sunrise over Grand Canyon. Glad that we did it as we were rewarded with incredible sunrise view next morning.
Sunrise over Grand Canyon, December 25, 2018
I posted already about day four through day six, so I will continue below with a summary of day seven through day nine.
Day Seven, December 28, started bright and sunny at Bryce and bitterly cold. Our rental car did not have a scraper, so we had bought one on our way to Grand Canyon. It came handy as the windshields were completely covered with thick layers of ice. We were planning to leave Bryce early to Zion National Park but by the time we left our hotel it was nearly 11:00 AM. The road from Bryce to to Zion National Park is incredibly beautiful. Nearly every turn on the road presents travellers with vistas that can only be carried in one’s heart. Camera can not do justice. I am sure that if the creator is not a cruel one, I will have another chance in my next life to visit Zion again. One visit, no one life, is not enough.
We entered Zion National Park through the east entrance and drove along the scenic road to the visitors center at around 2:00 PM. Parking lot was full and signs posted asked cars to be parked in town ( Springdale ) just beyond the south gate. Luckily we got a parking spot just near the visitors center as some one left . We took the shuttle to the last stop on the forty minute shuttle ride to Temple of Sinawava. It was a pleasant ride with grand vistas. After getting down from the shuttle, we took the trail along the Virgin river to the narrows. As we did not rent equipments to walk on the river ( also that it was freezing cold and late in the day), so would leave that to our next visit. It was magical. As we did not want to miss the last shuttle and face the daunting task of walking back six miles to the visitor center in dark and freezing cold, we reluctantly trekked back to the shuttle stop and drove to our hotel in Springdale just outside the south gate of Zion National Park. After dinner at a Thai restaurant ( many of the restaurants in Springdale close for winter for two months from January to March), we called it a day as we had planned some long hikes the next day.
Icicles hanging on the cliff walls- reminded me of a Shakespeare sonnet “Icicles hanging on The Wall” – a poem from my high school textbook
Day Eight, December 29, I got up early as I wanted to go to the park to view sunrise over the majestic canyon. Alas, my family members prefered the warmth of a comfortable bed over the cold morning. So I was left to satiate my wish with the view of sunrise from the hotel walkway.
After breakfast, we checked out of the hotel and drove the short distance from the hotel to the visitors center and took the shuttle to The Grotto. We did a short hike to the picnic area and then went to the Emerald Pools. These hikes were not very strenuous but some portions of the trail to Emerald Pools were icy. At shady areas, icicles were hanging to the walls and in places where sun rays had heated the cliff walls sufficiently, ice melt water was streaming down the walls.
We finished our Zion trip with a hike up Watchman Trail. The elevation gain on this trail was three hundred and eighty four feet. However by this time in the afternoon the sun was up and the heavy jackets we were wearing made the hike up quite uncomfortable. The view of the valley below including the town of Springdale was majestic. We bid adieu to Zion in late afternoon to Las Vegas for the last part of our trip but left our hearts at Zion.
Day Nine, December 30, Time to return home. Dropped my son at Las Vegas Airport for his return to his workplace, packed and started our journey back to San Jose. Completely uneventful return trip except for a stop at Barstow for lunch. The fake railroad station, Barstow Station, that houses many fast food restaurants inside look alike railroad cars is intriguing but the food is same as other franchises.
As we were driving down California 46 to Interstate 5, we were greeted with the view of a magnificent sunset. By the time I managed to get a picture from the back seat of the car, sun had already gone down the horizon. It was an appropriate end to our trip with my last sunset photo of 2018.
All photos taken by author. Equipment: Canon XSI and Panasonic LX10, except the sunset photo that was taken by my cell phone.
Our plan was to hike in Bryce Canyon National Park and also to catch sunrise and sunset there on December 27.
The day started with snow flurries in Bryce. While it was great to look at from inside the warmth of the hotel breakfast room, it also became quite clear that viewing a Bryce Canyon magical sunrise was not in our destiny in this trip. By around noon it was clear that the flurries were not going to end and we decided to brave it. On driving down to the visitor’s center, we came to know that thanks to the partial government shutdown, only a small portion of the park was open, mainly due to financial help of the state government of Utah. Big thanks to UTAH.
Completely covered from head to toe due to the cold with temperatures in low 10 (F) and with wind chill around 4F and blowing snow flurries, hiking was not easy. My glasses fogged within few minutes and I had to take it off. Fingers were getting cold inside gloves but technology helped in this case. My eldest son had got some hand warmer packages. These little packages worked so well that I was able to take off my right hand gloves that helped immensely in using the camera.
I am thankful that we decided to hike though my wife was quite apprehensive due to the slippery trail conditions. Using crampons under shoes helped in hiking. What amazing vista’s. Though we were deprived of the colorful display of sunlight firing up various sand stone formations, we were rewarded amply by the display of the magical winter wonderland of Bryce Canyon National Park.
We arrived the Sunset point after about three and half hours of hiking hoping to see sunset but a grey sky and falling snow flurries dashed our hope.
Hopefully will be able to see sunrise tomorrow and then drive to Zion.
No regrets, no complaints,
No looking back,
Only memories to
Keep me company
As I slowly move
A new beginning,
That final destination
Is not that far .
And at last
I am free to choose
During my trip to India in December of 2017, I had a plan to post a travel diary of my journey. However someone up there had a different plan. During my transit at Seoul, South Korea, on my way to India, I lost my notebook computer and that was the end of the story. I had taken lots of photographs during the trip but never got back to write a travelogue. Sheer laziness on my part. Hope to share some of those today with you as an opportunity presented itself.
Frank’s Tuesday Photo Challenge prompt for today was “Place”. I decided to take this opportunity to write a mini travelogue while adhering to Franks prompt.
Bagala Devi Temple ( Nilachal Hill), Kamakhya, Guwahati, Assam- December 16, 2017
Kamakhya Temple, one of the most prominent Shakti Pitha of the fifty one Pithas of Hinduism, is situated in Nilachal Hill, about 7KM from Guwahati. Though Kamakhya is the main temple, there are numerous other temples on the hill, specially ten temples dedicated to ten Mahavidyas (ten forms of Goddess Durga). The temple to Devi Bagalamukhi is one of them.
Banaras and Sarnath, December 18 – December 19, 2018
Banaras (Varanasi) or Kashi is one of the holiest place for Hindus and the abode of Lord Shiva. It is also the city of my alma mater, Banaras Hindu University or in short BHU. My family had never been to Banaras. After 2000 AD, this was the first time the family would be together in India. So we made it a point to make a trip to Banaras
Sunrise over River Ganga (Ganges) – December 18, 2017
Boats on River Ganga, morning of December 18, 2017
Dashashwamedh Ghat, December 19, 2017
Ganga Arti (offering puja to Ganga Mata, Mother Ganga) Evening of December 18, 2017, Dashashwamedh Ghat (taken from the roof of the guest house we stayed). This is not to be missed while in Banaras.
Indian Institute of Technology, Banaras Hindu University (my alma mater), December 18, 2017. This visit was nostalgic, to say the least.
Maha Bodhi Temple, Sarnath, December 19, 2017. Sarnath is less than 15 KM drive from Banaras. Lord Buddha gave his first sermon here after attaining enlightenment in Bodhgaya.
Dhamek Stupa, Sarnath, December 19, 2017. Site of Lord Buddha’s earliest sermons.
Archaeological excavation in Sarnath by ASI , December 19, 2017.
Kaziranga National Park(KNP), Assam, December 21 – December 23, 2018. Home of one horned rhinoceros.
Dipholu River (KNP), December 22, 2017, morning.
The gentle giant (one horned rhino) grazing peacefully at KNP’s Kohora range, December 22, 2017 afternoon. Its population is being decimated by well armed poachers with AK47s and other automated weapons because of its horn. The horn is in high demand in oriental medicines due to its perceived aphrodisiac power. I wrote one of my earliest poems, ” I can’t speak out for myself, will You ( shortlink: https://wp.me/p73yZZ-7J)” about poaching of rhino. It is a subject that is very near and dear to my heart.
Sunset at Kaziranga National Park, Dec 22, 2017. No one is allowed inside the park after sunset except guards and rangers. Poachers, of course, do not wait for permission.
Majuli (Largest inhabited river island in the world), Assam, December 23 – December 25, 2017.
We crossed over river Brahmaputra from Neemati Ghat to Majuli on December 23, 2017. The ferry trip took around one hour due to the sandbanks in the middle of the river. We had rented a ferry to take our cars ( five cars in our family group) over. We stayed for two nights at DekaSang Resort on the bank of river Luit ( original channel of river Brahmaputra). Majuli is the seat of neo-vaishnavite monasteries (Satra). Originally there were about sixty five monasteries. Now only thirty two of them are still there as many had to move to the main land due to constant erosion of the island during the flood season. We visited four satras on December 24, Auniati ( the largest satra in Majuli), Dakhinpat, Kamalabari and Samaguri.
Crossing river Brahmaputra on ferry, December 23, 2017 to Majuli
At DekaSang Resort, Majuli, morning of December 24, 2017
Auniati Satra, Majuli, December 24, 2017
Dakhinpat Satra, Majuli, December 24, 2017
Samaguri Satra, Majuli, December 24, 2017. The culture of mask making is practiced in Samaguri Satra for centuries and is being kept alive under the able teaching of Shri Hem Chandra Goswami.. These masks are used during religious performance and traditional dramas(Ankiya Naats and Bhaonas).
River Luit, in front of DekaSang, Majuli, morning of December 25, 2017
Sunset in Majuli, December 23, 2017
Chandubi Lake, December 28, 2017, Dist. Kamrup, Assam.
Chandubi Lake, at a distance of 65 KM from the city of Guwahati ( my home town) is a natural lake formed due to a massive earthquake in 1897. Situated at the foothills of Garo Hills, it is a very scenic and tranquil place. We( my family of five and my brother’s family of four) drove from our home to the Inspection Bungalow by the side of the lake and after some refreshment there crossed over to the other side of the lake in a country boat. There are a few jungle resorts on the other side managed by the local tribal villagers. We had arranged to have our lunch there( that nearly became a dinner due to our late arrival). The home cooked meal was well worth it. Did some hiking but generally just relaxed and detoxified ourselves.
Crossing Chandubi Lake by country boat
Enjoying afternoon sun. It was very mild weather for late December.
Enjoying a swing ride
Lunch(dinner) time. Dining room in the foreground.
Evening was fast approaching and boats were ready to ferry us across. Time to bid adieu to Chandubi.
Sunset comes at last
Peace reigns as safari ends
Wildlife will sing now
The featured image photo was taken by the author on December 22, 2017 at the end of a jeep safari at Kaziranga National Park (KNP) in Assam, India
Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 185
Nothing changed here from yesterday
As he gazed forlornly at the setting sun
Carpet of grass like velvet
Foliage turning crimson red
Catching the color of sunset
It was here that they had their first kiss
The fiery sunset paled
By the fire burning in their hearts
Her lips flaming red
Was it the passion
Or captured color of sunset
Rushing libido unleashed
He returned her every kiss
Little did he realize
Seduction was in her heart
Like the leaves of fall
One moment grandiose
Coloring the forest fiery red
And gone, blown away, dead
Passion subdued, her lips pale
Heart filled with apprehension he inquired
What’s wrong, anything he had done
Nothing my love, nothing is wrong
Sun has set, it’s time to go home
In a flash like the last rays of setting sun
With a swing of her hips, she was gone
With no promise to return
The kiss was for him to keep
Sunset of love
The hurt was deep indeed
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