In case you didn't know, May 20th is a special day. The first day of summer for some people? No. The Ring of Fire, a solar eclipse where the moon and sun meat with their astronomical dating lines of gravity and atlas sequences, only happens every 375 years. Without even knowing that we were in the area, we were at a national park in Utah where all these telescopes were. As long as were in certain areas of Nevada, New Mexico, Utah, or Arizona, we would see it. We had reservations to go down to Page, and today we'll go there, and got special sunglasses so we can see it. Another cool thing is that it's probably better down there than it is where all the people are, since Page has wide open spaces. But I'm really excited to see this eclipse, my first, and most likely my last. To the blog now.
I was no longer sick that day. Yesterday had been a little boring, reading, bedridden, and then at the end there was a little drama and parched mouths, which you can read about in the last one. Anyhow, early in the morning a man was due, as Rebecca ate butter toast and I yawned at the flashing of the CNN screen. We went through the regular routine, all except for taking showers, because we weren't really connected to anything. Only 17 miles from California, it seemed like a world away. Rock nuts, trailers, dust, cacti, rocky mountains, and tons of trashy people, nobody would believe movie stars, palm trees, and beach boys was only that close. The guy coming was coming because he was going to replace our window door on the passenger door, because it had cracks. That was the whole reason we had really come to Quartzite. Although, I wouldn't doubt it if Rebecca knew about it before the drive here she would've persuaded us to come. Chris arrived in his truck;he had been at a camper the past few days but had other people he needed to work on. He had dark skin and black close cropped hair, and was Hispanic. Very nice guy, fit and a light voice. He was very nice. While he got his ladder up and opened up the door and put the screen window there, we went to the other side to organize the bays.
Some stuff went under, and I got two of the three, a funnel and rope, but a rag was still under, closer to the other side. We put the mini vacuum cleaner and the grill in there, and all the plastic boxes around. As Dad ducked under the pulled out wall, the slide, and was coming out, Chris came and put his hand on the corner so Dad wouldn't hit it, warning him of the danger. A really nice mechanic, the nicest we had seen on the trip, you see. Then he informed us that in the process of taking in the bolts on the door(the bad window was already in the bed of the truck), he had dumbly made a lot of cracks and splinters in the glass. I thought Dad was gonna yell at him like he did to me when I messed up, but he frankly said it was bad as they walked over. It was more cracked and shattered, all the pores and sections with icy like looks and glass shavings, all going across the length of the door. Silently I said it was really awesome to see, you know, from a boy's point of view. It looked like a tundra maybe in the north pole. Well, Chris proceeded to put blue tape on it, connecting all the cracks, so that it wouldn't all come down. He told us as he put it left and right and up and down like crosspatches, that at a plant they made them, and we could have it done in 3 days, one day for them to make it(they were in Phoenix,) and one day to get it there and back. Dad couldn't handle that. He had to go the next day; we already had reservations.
Chris had other assignments on the days, and canceled those just to help him out. Although he had made a mistake, he might of been Chris Kringle in disguise. So nice a guy. Dad said could he drive there today, and then make them do it today, and then come back tomorrow? Yes, it could be done. He unbolted it and Dad helped him carry it to the truck, black trim and all, as we then saw him leave. I got a rag under the R.V. Dad then told me to go put a trash bag in the dumpster, and I was scared of all these weird people.
"I can see you, you'll be fine." I went across the desert, and passed some weird stands with trailers. The wind was harsh and sheer, hitting me every few seconds and brushing back my hair beyond proportion. I went behind the one on the right, the big blue thing, and I had to go up a rusty metal staircase which said ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK. Some trailers surrounded me, with cooking stuff and a guy with a pony tail. Looking back, I couldn't even see Dad. I threw the trash bag in there as it rattled and rolled. I ran back full pace and Dad said he could see me, but I knew he couldn't. I went inside and blogged until later Dad stated, since there was literally nothing to do here, we would drive to California and that area. Packing up only my book, we went out there and it was a lot more lush and pretty than Quartzite. There were forests and hills, and a lot of palm trees. We were by a lake and passed by a lot of fishing places, little shacks for that kind of stuff, and a large bunch of palm trees that were super tall. It was crazily large. It looked like an Indiana Jones jungle, very dense and dark as the khaki colored skinny trunks went up to reveal the long leaves going out. We were up against a protruding cliff, with a good amount of farms and forest. Is this the California we know so well from the movies?
Very pretty however. We stopped by a park by the lake, with a nice campground and tether ball and playground, after we had gone for a few hours along this area in California. Yes, at points it did get strenuous and boring, but it was worth the drive, a lot better than staying home, reading or blogging, or doing other things. It was a scenic getaway from Quartzite, such a good thing. I did finish my book with Nikolei Drevin dying by a plane falling in the water and Alex going to space. What a thrilling little book!!! As we came home after going up on a hill and touching an outlet from the Colorado River, I read all about it. I would finish the book totally the next day when I was more energized. That was personally my favorite day at Quartzite, although none of them were really exciting or super fun. Oh well.
Goodbye for now.
Palm trees, rice and pees, fish in the sea, you and me,
Andrew.
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