Anne and Algebra in the Grand
Canyon
As
you get older, you begin to assemble lists of the things you’d like to do
before you… well, before you… You know! You know what I mean! Don’t you?
by Charlie Leck
by Charlie Leck
If you’re up
around my age, you know exactly what I mean by the statement above… or at least what I was trying to say in the statement above.
I’ve listed here
before a few of the things I want so much to do before… before,… you know!
The Orient Express from Paris to Istanbul
A cruise in a
small ship into the Alaska wilderness
A few days in
Oklahoma (which, after Alaska, would be the only state in the Union I haven’t
visited).
A ball game at Fenway Park
There’s more,
but they’re really only personally
important… you know!
Last year I was
able to take a visit to Prague off my list. I had such a wonderful time there
that it made the rest of my list seem ever so much more important to me.
I only
discovered recently how important my wife’s trip down to the bottom of the
Grand Canyon was to her. She and her daughter attempted the trip down from the South Rim of the canyon. My love came
home with over 250 photographs.
“Here, print
these for me!”
It wasn’t a
stern command – just an impatient one! She was bubbling over about her trip and
how exciting it was – and how fulfilling! She wanted to go over the photos
again and again.
“It’s something
I’ve always wanted to do – something I’ve only dreamed about.”
She did the trip
her way – riding down there on the back of a mule. You have to know her! She
loves mules. She’s owned one mule or another (and sometime more than one) from
the day I met her. Molly was her
faithful mule when I first met her. Oh, my! How Molly loved and trusted my wife – and vice versa!
For a while she
owned a pair of matched, pinto mules (Katie
and Becky) and they brought us tons
and tons of fun (but that’s another whole and long story). A fellow came to our
farm and met these two beautiful mules, and simply had to have them. He was
such a mule lover that the dear woman thought they’d have a better home with him
than us. It was a nice thought, but, I’ll tell you, Becky and Katie lived a
life of which mules could only dream while they were with us. We have a photo
of them hanging in one of our most used rooms in our house – the toilet room
off our master bathroom. My, they were beautiful girls.
Other mules
followed them in residence here on our farm. Some, like Strawberry, weren’t quite so successful. Our current family mule
member is Reba. She’s a beauty and
she and my wife go out exploring together on a pretty regular basis.
When I ran all
of her Grand Canyon photos through Light
Room and properly exposed them and sharpened them and, eventually, printed
them, I was so impressed with the beauty of the flora and fauna, the
spectacular colors of the rising sun in the deep, deep canyons, the unusual
color of the river running through it, and the spectacular and bright colors of
the gigantic rock, that I understood the fascination she had about the
adventure. My wife went first to the photos of the mules and wanted to talk
about them and describe them and talk of their dexterity and strength and
loyalty.
I don’t know how
to explain it. You just have to know her. None of it came as a surprise to me.
She enjoyed her
voyage so much. She was aglow with excitement when I picked her up at the
airport. After she’d gotten in my car at the airport, she virtually bubbled
over as she tried to tell me everything in the first five minutes we were
together. In fact, it will take weeks for all the excitement to expend itself.
I’ll enjoy these moments, watching the fire in her eyes and listening to her
descriptions of the canyons and the mules.
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