Oregon Coast, 2020 |
Karen and I paid for a tour to Chicken Itza, now one of the new Seven Wonders of the World.
Friends Rene and Joe
Oregon Coast, 2020 |
Duane spent several months, early in 2020, planning a spring break trip to the Utah National Parks. He purchased plane tickets, reserved hotel and AirBnb houses, booked a big Jeep Trip in Moab, and calculated driving times between the parks. Alas, on March 10, 2020, he called to tell me Anne was sick and with news of the Coronavirus escalating every day, decided to cancel our trip. My job, for the remainder of the year, would be to manage my disappointments! Gratefully, the airlines, AirBnb, and the hotels refunded almost all deposits and charges. Except, the Outlaw Jeep Adventures...they issued a credit. So, with that money sort of hanging out there, Duane was determined to get this Jeep ride in sometime in 2021. He made a different plan so Colin could experience a college tour at the University of Colorado in Boulder before we began the 6 hour drive to Moab. I enjoyed, sitting in the rental car, the stories Anne and Duane told Colin about their lives in Boulder, where Duane got his Master's Degree in Telecommunications. It was over 100 degrees when we began our walk through the campus and finally made our way to the Sink for lunch. Anne, Duane, and their friends spent a lot of time here and actually had a pre-wedding gathering here prior to their wedding in October, 2003. Duane was so happy to have the same pizza he loved to order in 1999, although it's been renamed to POTUS in honor of Barack Obama.
In the early 1940s, Charles Steen studied geology at the Texas College of Mines and Metallurgy (today the University of Texas at El Paso). After working in South America as a petroleum geologist and then in Texas for Standard Oil Company, Steen was fired for insubordination and blacklisted by the industry. In the December 1949 issue of the The Engineering and Mining Journal, he learned that the Atomic Energy Commission, desperate to supply uranium for the government’s nuclear weapons program, “established minimum prices, guaranteed the rates for ten years, and added a $10,000 bonus for each separate discovery . . . of high-grade uranium from new deposits.” Steen headed west. He, his wife, and four sons moved around in trailers and backcountry, tarpaper shacks for almost two years. Finally, on 6 July 1952, Steen struck big at Mi Visa Mine near Moab, which shipped a million dollars’ worth of ore in its first six months. Before then, he had been sustaining his family on a “diet of potato chips and bananas.” His son recalls that they had been “living in a $15 a month shack, unencumbered with running water or electricity.” But Steen’s willpower paid off. Moab, a sleepy town, became home to a millionaire.He quickly built a $250,000 hilltop mansion in Moab, replete with a swimming pool, greenhouse, and even servants’ quarters. Steen also lived lavishly by purchasing a private plane, which he flew to Salt Lake City for weekly dancing lessons. Although he spent much of his money lavishly, Steen was known as a friendly man who gave to the community. Every year, he invited the entire population of Moab to annual parties and donated $50,000 toward a local hospital. His discovery put Moab on the map as the “Uranium Capital of the World” and created hundreds of jobs. He was elected to the Utah State Senate in 1958, but when the country had obtained enough ore and stopped supporting his prices, he suffered heavy financial losses. After he declared bankruptcy in 1968, the IRS seized his assets. Although he went from rags to riches, then lost his riches, Steen’s mansion, now a restaurant, is still open for business, overlooking the town like he once did.
Wednesday evening we learned that the park sometimes closes because there is no room to park, so we got up at 4:30 on Thursday morning and made it to the entrance to the park by 5:30...it was still dark. We found a parking spot at the Wolfe Ranch lot but the long line of cars behind us were mostly out of luck to find a place to park at this lot.
There was a long, long line to people waiting their turn to get a photo under the arch...we thought it might take over an hour so we had someone take our photo! Good enough for our memories!
Anne really wanted to drive to the Devils Garden parking lot and after two trips around the circle we found a place to park and enjoyed another hike and this amazing view of Landscape Arch.
Later in the day we drove out to a spot along the Colorado River called Potash - actually a factory where they made this ingredient for fertilizers. We drove along "Wall Street" and felt like bugs next to these huge rock formations.