IMPERFECT Lady

What you don't know.

Yesterday a woman who had great influence in my life turned 90.  I did not celebrate.

This woman began programming me as a young child.

Both in religious ways and codependent dysfunctional ways.

She created the daughter she needed and I dutifully followed her lead.

 

As a child I looked up to her and I believed she was a woman of substance and had high morals and good values. I believed she stood against things that were wrong.

 

I grew up to imitate her.

 

Looking back on it now - I was her - in that my life was dictated by a strict religion and my body was owned by the church. My mind was controlled by its programming and my spirit or soul lived silently in the shadows.

 

Nineteen years ago I woke up to a reality that was nothing like our minds believed.

She wasn't of woman of substance of high morals and values and neither was I.

 

Reality was her husband was a pedophile and had abused me and many others. She knew and forgave him of his sins.

My reality held a father who abused me.

My reality was my mother lacked morals and values - she didn't stand up for the child.

 

Somehow reality leaked into my mind - while hers remained untouched.

 

This break in my mind caused us to be on opposite sides. I never found a spot where we could stand and see somewhat eye to eye.  Her mental mind and my open one had nothing in common.

 

Her remaining in the program or mental mind a few steps removed from reality - allowed me to see who I had been  - how it is to be in denial.

I had someone to look at to see how mental my mind was.

Once I knew my mind couldn't be trusted, I began challenging it on every level.

And reality became my new religion. I trusted what was.

 

There was a space between my mental mind and me.

That space grew each time I challenged the mind and found it lacking truth and matching reality.

 

Unless you have been brainwashed and then regained your faculties, you will not understand.

 

The contrasts between living a life as a member of strict religious cult and being free- is quite vast. There are no common denominators. No space where we could share overlapping realities.

 

She had a husband.

I had a pedophile.

 

She had a religion with morals and values.

I had a religion who blessed pedophiles of their sins.

 

She lived as a programmed mind.

I was working to free myself from mine.

 

I began making new choices and trying to rectify the past. More, doing today what I wasn't able to do as a child. Standing up and against abuse.

Regardless who I had to stand up against. 

And making choices with different consequences.

Losing much of what I had - in order to give my children a chance at a different legacy.

 

Nineteen years ago was our last conversation in person. The last time I was in a face to face conversation. 

 

I didn't see a woman there that inspired me.

There was no heart connection.

No warm feelings.

 

Even worse than empty.

She was a mental mind with a body.

 

Blind to reality.

Blind to me.

 

She can only see me when I am compliant with the program.

I know the strength of her mind and I fear its ruthlessness.

 

So what do I do on her birthday. 

A day others celebrate.

Mostly it reminds me of her - and all I lost.

These old family milestones - bring into my reality - the longings for family.

 

Being estranged complicates grief and even the normal family joys.

I am part of - yet apart from.

 

I have a history that is mostly lies.

My fondest memories are tarnished.

I long for the family my mental mind created.

Yet knowing it doesn't exist.

 

She's 90 now.

I didn't celebrate or acknowledge this day to her.

I wasn't even going to here on the blog.

Yet these thoughts and feelings bother me, until I write them out.

 

I am thinking this 90 milestone and the almost 20 years of estrangement has diminished my volume of hope.  

In my early years of being estranged and setting boundaries - a part of me believed that there was hope, that if I could leave the programmed mind, so too could others. 

 

The hope is barely a flicker now - just a spark that ignites for a bit.

 

While many take for granted the family that stands behind them - the familiar shared experiences and memories that create family.  I am very much aware of its absence.

 

This.

 

This is why so many others don't walk way from abusive families. The loneliness and heartache you feel - even if the families you love were all in your mind. They were family.

 

It does feel like a phantom arm - a part of me - that isn't there.

 

My healing and focus began with being authentic and truthful with myself and reality. I began from where I woke up.  Intensely looking at my life, my choices, what my voice was used for, who I stood with and why, or who I stood against and why, what were my morals and values, where they truthful, what is love, what is not love, what brings me joy, what do I feel, what do I not feel - an endless searching for answers.  Answers that became the new me.

The task seemed endless and overwhelming.

To take a mental mind and use it to challenge itself and make choices outside of the program.

 

And in doing so, you go against family.

 

She is 90 and I am 64 - her child.

The child who has nothing to do with her.

 

Not even on her 90th birthday.

 

Some will see me as the bad person here.

Some will celebrate her.

 

I stood by the truth of our estrangement and honored it by doing nothing.

Again.

 

 

This is our relationship now - Estranged - no connection between mother and child.

 

The feelings of being lovingly cared for by a parent feels alien.  

A feeling I have never felt.

 

You cannot celebrate what you don't know.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Back Home

We had been to the Badlands when our kids were little. We both remember them climbing over these ball like formations. We never did see what we remembered. The new rules prohibit wandering off the trails.

There were a few small hikes/trails to see a better view.

We saw big horn sheep, mule deer, prairie dogs and buffalo here.

And more snow.

Enough snow to show some cool contrasts.

What a wonder nature is.

These trees are Juniper Trees.  The birds eat the berries and drop their seeds and are responsible for planting more trees in these canyons.

I LOVE the fragrance from these Juniper tree.  Arches National Park also had the Juniper trees.

My new favorite.

These are the berries.

I was happy going on all the short little hikes to look over the canyons.  

Most of the National parks had really nice trails.

I didn't notice these signs until my husband pointed them. Often I would go on the trail and he would read the signs - about the history etc.

I love that these guys were just enjoying the sun and relaxing in it.

Beauty in their ragged uniqueness.

And I loved these bare wild trees.  My husband thought they were dead. I hope they sprout leaves this summer. I have no idea what sorta trees they are - but they had character.

Mule deer not caring about the vehicles that drive slowly by.

 

This was our last spot of interest. After this there were many miles of fields - mostly free of snow. We didn't hit snow on the side of the road until Minneapolis.  And of course more trees the further north you go.

We did 5 national parks, a couple of state parks and 6 states.  Next time I will research the area we are heading to a little better.  Find out fun places of interests and see when they open.  

All in all we had a wonderful time and it was good to step out of "waiting for spring". 

We returned to Spring in full download.

While it is good to go, it is always wonderful to be back home. 

 

 

Miles Closer to home.

We traveled down so many beautiful roads and loved seeing what was around each bend.

By the time we made it home, we had traveled almost 5,000 miles.  That seems unreal to me.  And, I didn't drive once.  My husband prefers to drive and I navigate with an old fashion road atlas on my lap. 

We also use the phone and car navigation.  I can't imagine now how we did it with just road maps.  But we like to have the atlas with us to see what is in the area etc.

We spotted wild life right away - as we started down Needles Highway.  As you can see there was snow there too - and the road was closed 6 miles from the fun part - where there are tunnels.  

Lots of cars were driving around - and we all would have liked to have the road open. I believe it was weeks away from being open.  

However the wildlife loop was open so we drove around.

Still the Jackasses mooching from cars.

Just fun to see different animals.

"Custer State Park in the beautiful Black Hills of western South Dakota is full of lush forests, quiet and serene meadows, and majestic mountains. This 71,000-acre state park is also home to over a thousand bison—one of the world's largest publicly owned bison herds."

From here we headed towards the badlands - and miles closer to home.

 

Heading East

It was a breath of fresh air to leave the city behind and back to the mountain drives - heading towards the Tetons and Yellowstone.

 

Soon we were on a desolate stretch of road - miles and miles of seemingly black and white.  

Beautiful in its simplicity.

 

 

Our intention was to head into the Teton Mountains - Jackson Hole and up through the south east corner of Yellowstone.

We spent the night in a small town heading north to Jackson.

In the morning we continued North seeing more incredible mountain sights.

We could see the traces of recent snows - but the roads were bare and the skies were clear.

I'll be honest, I was a bit concerned to be heading towards the mountains again - and seeing them snowcovered.

The skiing appears to be in town in Jackson Hole.  This ski hill was closing on Sunday - we were there on Saturday.

This is the Million Dollar Cowboy bar - that my husband remembers when he was young going to.  40 plus years later and it is still a popular watering hole. 

Around the town square they had these antler arches. Very western.

Leaving Jackson Hole heading up to the Tetons, the snowbanks were so high, we didn't explore too much - we couldn't see over them and it was cloudy - so not to much to see.

Thankfully it wasn't snowing - but you can see they had just gotten a whole bunch - which is why the Road that passes through Yellowstone was closed and would be until late May.

They had it open for a few miles; but there wasn't much to see besides the snow.

Just to give you an idea.

And once you left the mountain tops, back to dry roads. It would seem impossible that we were just in snow higher than our car.

So we then decided to hit Custer Park and the Badlands heading East. 

 

 

Stir my Soul More

After Zion, we headed north to the Great Salt Lake. It was nothing like I expected.

The day we were there, many small birds (maybe ducks) were dead on the beach.

The smell alone made it a less than desirable lake. 

There was an open pit mine near by - we were a week early - for the three hour tour. 

Again, IF you plan - these things you would know. Next time. I will have to do some research before we leave home.

Also by the beach we were at was a Music Venue.

These mountains were in our windshield for miles.

It got a bit crazy around Salt Lake City.  We drove through and went to the Salt Lake First

It was a bit hazy - but we got the idea of the lake.

 

 

At an average water level of 4,200 feet, the lake is approximately 75 miles long and 30 miles wide, with 335 miles of shoreline.

 

Rugged Beaches here - there is an Island called Antelope Island, where they have better beaches. We choose not to go drive up there. 

This is another section, you can get to the water easily; but the smell of rotting birds made it less desirable.  We take for granted the pristine beauty and clarity of Lake Superior. I can't imagine swimming here - but the gentleman who took our Park Fee - said he does. And, that you can tell where you have a little cut, the salt gets into the wound.

 

 

This was the music venue.  There was a gentleman there watching the gate - expecting crowds of young folk.

 

We then drove to the mine - to discover we were a week early - so we decided to explore the Mormon Church. We didn't find the mega church; but found the city block where an older church was and their business offices and conference buildings.  They take up at least a whole city block.

 

It was weird to have the church surrounded by a fence - not real welcoming.

Yet inside there were young folk willing and ready to talk about their religion.

I was intrigued enough to enter and see what was behind the fence.  The flowers were the most welcome sight. They smelled so delicious.  

They are a little beaten down - they were recovering from the latest snowfall.

 

Nature is my religion - and the church felt like a dismal place after the garden - let alone all the wonderful landscapes in the national parks.  

This is the church on Temple Street.  There were young girls - so innocent looking - doing their duty of sharing the message. 

 

One of their church's business offices/conference center. The religion is a big business - 

 

 "Citing some former employees of the fund, the WSJ report at the time said that the Mormon Church's investment fund, Ensign Peak Advisors, had assets worth about $80 billion to $100 billion as of 2019, which easily surpass some of the biggest funds in the world such as Harvard University's endowment..."

This was in a dome shaped building next to the church. More young girls ready and willing to talk.  A man was playing an organ.  The stage and lights seemed out of place.  

I am glad I saw it.     It was Easter weekend, so perhaps they were getting ready for a show/service.

 

I know I am so jaded when it comes to religion. But the contrast between nature and religion and what parts of it stirred my soul.  I felt breathless and inspired by nature - and the Mormon church and city block of buildings that supported it - left me feeling its pretense.

 

They say that less than 50% of the folks who live in and around Salt Lake are Mormons and the numbers are decreasing. 

 

Knowing how a child can be made to follow any cult they are born into - and its costs.  I was relieved to have the city in our rearview.

It was refreshing to see city spaces - of art.

 

For some reason these expressions stir my soul more.

 

 

More Left to Come Back For.

After Bryce, we drove to Zion. This park the road goes through most of it.  At the Western end you can then take a shuttle to see deeper in to the park. They no longer allow traffic to just drive through this section - unless you are a guest at their lodge and perhaps camping.

What I didn't know, until we got on the shuttle, was that you couldn't just hike when you wanted. The hiking reservations had to be made one day in advance.  So, needless to say I didn't hike.  

There was one I wanted to see - the Narrows. I wouldn't have hiked in the water, but would have liked to see the beginning of it.

I had bought a lifetime pass for National Parks and this really came in handy - for all the parks were now free. Or we got our money back - more or less.

Again nature was so incredible.  It was actually hard to take it all in.

This tunnel was 1.1 miles long. There were windows here and there.  I tried to capture the windows in the side of the huge rock mountain - but I was shooting into the sun.

Just above the green is one of the windows. It is crazy to think how they made a tunnel and how it doesn't collapse with the weight of the mountain on it. This too gave my nerves a bit of worry. I just kept being curious and the nervousness took the backseat.

It was a nice day for a ride through Zion.

These goats enjoyed climbing the rocks.

It was simply amazing to see such sights.

I can see why these parks are crowded and how they have to start limiting the folks who are out and about on the trails etc. Yet at the same time, we who road trip without reservations and go where our curiosity takes us - get caught missing out.  

At least there still was plenty to see from the car.

There is much to see in this part of Utah. More left to come back for.

 

Work of Art that Nature Made.

We left Arches and drove to Richfield for the night.

I was getting used to seeing the Mountains on the horizon.  They were so fascinating to watch and wonder how we would go through/over them.

We went out to dinner and this is the sight that greeted us. Of course the moon appeared much larger to the naked eye.  

The next day we drove to Bryce Canyon National Park. You did not need a reservation - but most of the park was closed due to snow.  We did however get to see a wonderful canyon. I would have like to hike on the bottom - not on the sides or rim of the canyon.

First we drove through red rocks and tunnels.

There was a short paved path, so my husband was able to see the canyon too.  Yes we found more snow!  But it was warmish - like mid 40's. Perfect hiking weather. I would have needed my snowshoes.  Didn't think to pack them.

The view did not disappoint.  There is a trail that starts at the top and has switchbacks down - there were boot tracks, even though the sign said 'trail closed'.

I would love to go back there some day and hike.

 

He loves to be right near the edge to see it all.

It actually was neat to see it in the winter.  Kids of all ages were climbing around the rim with yak tracks and some with snowshoes.  I can't imagine being here in the heat of the summer.  An incredible work of art that nature made.

 

 

Waiting to Get In

The next day's plan was to get to Arches National Park.  To enter this park you have to make a reservation. Some spots are filled months out and then there are opportunities the night before - at 6pm they open the link to apply for a spot.  

 

I was a bit worried we would drive all the way to Moab and not get in.

But, we got our spot. I was so excited.

We had the perfect day - bright and clear!  

The landscape started to change.

And we started spotting jeeps. Big groups of jeeps.  They were on trails on the sides of these hills or formations.

And the landscape just kept getting better.

While we were waiting for our reservation time of entering Arches, we drove into the town of Moab.  And the Jeeps were everywhere - all sizes, colors and some were outfitted to the limit. I wish I would have taken pictures, but we were so enthralled by the volume of Jeeps.  A sign then clued us in "Moab Jeep Fest 2023".  

So some of the jeeps were out on trail rides of various levels of skills.  

This all tickled me - being a former Jeep owner.

I loved seeing them all.

 

I was so excited to start going on short little hikes that led to wonderful views. 

The arches are incredible to see and climb near.

The trails were so exciting, you never knew what sight you'd see over a hill or around the corner.

I love the Juniper trees - They smelled so good!

And I loved the cactus in the park.

 

It was perfect hiking weather - mid 40's.  

Perhaps because we don't have these plants, I loved seeing them.

The Arches National Park was one of my favorites - maybe because I was able to hike on so many trails.  My husband was so patient and let me explore to my hearts content.  It would be cool to be there in the night too - to see the stars through the Arch Windows.

I am so happy we were able to get in.

I wasn't a fan of the reservation system, until we were in and the crowds were controlled. I think they are on to something, even if it is inconvenient and troublesome for the older not so internet savvy folks.

I get it though.  

Even in the early spring, there were lines waiting to get in.

 

Our Car Moving Forward.

We left the kids and headed south into Wyoming - on our way into Colorado. 

There are a lot of fields to travel through between South Dakota and Wyoming.  

Dropping into Colorado, the fun began.

It felt good to be in a snowless place - or almost. I did a short hike along the path and over the river.

This was a neat art installation at a park along a river - on our way to Estes Park CO.

It was fun seeing the mountain goats - near Rocky Mountain State Park.  (Which was closed due to snow)

It was exciting to see this Elk - he was with a few ladies.

I walked down a few streets in Estes Park and happened upon a cool gallery.  I LOVED the colors and the wonderful pieces of glass.  

I can see how these would be super fun to create. 

It was just fun to be in the presence of some cool art things!

We had a nice dinner at a Nepal Diner that evening. I had planned on going into town again in the morning, but....

We woke up to this sight out of our Hotel window.  The night before you could see the mountains in the distance - now it was hidden behind the falling snow.

Falling snow.

And we had opted to take off the winter tires before leaving - so with summer tires and mountain roads. My option was to stay put.  To weather out the late spring storm by exploring town and maybe going to see a movie.

My husband's idea was to drive out of it. 

And, so we did.

Down the mountain roads winding and climbing - with cars and trucks racing past.  Oh my  heart. It was bad enough on the flat interstate - I had been in terror.  Now.  Now on the mountain roads. It was so insane- it was hysterical - funny but so not funny.

You never knew what was around the corner. More slush, more snow coming down, too many vehicles etc. Plus it felt to me - like we were all racing down the mountain. I purposely didn't look over to see how fast my husband was going. I tried to breathe calm into our car.

When there were snowbanks, I actually felt better.  Something between me and the edge of the mountain.  I would not have dreamed we would run into this sorta weather again - after the Fargo Bismarck stretch.  

What was so triggering for me, was the unknown and weird way it would be. We'd go from dry roads and then back to slush.  Just when I would think we'd be out of it, up over a summit we would go and more snow and slush.

Driving down from Estes Park into Boulder and down to Golden was all on slushy roads. Winding turning.  We did not see the beauty that I am sure is there on a nice dry clear day.  But, I was happy to be down - more or less.  Well - I thought I was done with the snowy roads. They followed us through Vail and pass what I am sure are delightful sights - on a clear day.  

West on I-70 we drove - with little surprises of snow along the way. But, we also saw some incredible mountains - when it cleared.

We stayed in a cool mountain town and I was feeling relaxed that the snow was behind us.

Lots of the western towns have incredible street art.  

Cheyenne, where we stayed the first night after leaving the kids - had wonderful murals on its buildings. We also toured the Train Museum which was neat.  To see how the railway opened up the west.  

After a day of mountain roads and snow - was longing for the hundreds of miles flat plains we traveled through.

My husband said it takes you two days of driving before you start to see some spectacular views.  

 

By the way riding with a retired snowplow driver - has its advantages and downsides.

He appeared to have no fear of snow, mountains and speeding vehicles.

And on a side note. The mountain road we came down - a semi truck went off the road coming up.  His cab was hanging off the road - his trailer and not sure what else kept it from going all the way over. We saw more cars in the ditch, more accidents happened. There were travel delays on the opposite side of the road.

Oh, and this is an interstate. So we had two lanes going down. Cars would fly by you - with confidence of a fool.  

 

An experience I will not soon forget - and I am grateful for my husbands ability to keep our car moving forward.

 

First stop of our Road trip.

We took a Spring vacation - heading south and west - towards the mountains.

Stopping first to see our two grandchildren in North Dakota.

They were so fun and warmed right up to us.

But first we had to drive through some nerve wracking roads for me.

The pictures don't show the slush and crazy drivers. 11 in the ditch in 198 miles - between Fargo and Bismarck - one landed on its roof.  It made for an intense ride.   I tried really hard to be quiet.  

I now have much respect for the winter winds and snow across the interstate in the Dakotas.

 

But these two!

Oh my gosh it was so fun to spend time with them. They are growing and getting really good on their bikes!

They really love being outside. 

And they were my helpers as we tried to set up the serger's so my daughter can start sewing some fun outfits.

They are lucky their mom takes them outside each day and there are lots of parks and trails there to explore.

We had a girls lunch.  She was so so good!

Her level of focus is incredible.  She is learning to color the picture.

And it was a treat to go in the restaurant - and have ice cream - and this a mini ice cream cupcake.

The boys went to the farm.

 

It was the best - our first stop on our Road Trip.