Getting dizzy after gazing down on the rest of creation and having to take a seat on hard rock
June 18th was incredible! Went to the acupuncturist all was good and my BP was 140/82 (low for me). Then Andrew came over and took me to 14,264 feet above sea level.
That was his Father's Day gift to me, and oh what a gift. I couldn't stop thanking him for taking me up Mount Evans and now have those memories and pictures to draw on in the future.
Memories of: getting snowed on at Summit lake; Andrew wandering around the alpine tundra and granite in a t-shirt, shorts and Sanuk's; wide open spaces the only living creatures that can survive up there are marmots, pikas, Clark Nutcrackers, squirrels and Snowshoe Hares; the women's bicycling team from Texas riding to the top and celebrating as the riders behind them made it too; the unbelievable views north, west and south-from the summit; the young woman who offered to take our picture, we were so obviously father and son; climbing around on the summit amid the boulders of granite, trying to decide where 14,264 was at; the Black Wall; the sheer cliffs on the north side of the summit, reminded me of Longs Peak; getting dizzy after gazing down on the rest of creation and having to take a seat on the hard rock; other folks wandering around at the parking lot (14,130) exploring what used to be a café, and taking pictures; the DU Observatory.
My feelings on top? Besides getting dizzy I felt: grateful, amazed, awed, moved, delighted, a sense of accomplishment, ecstatic, alert, curious, fascinated, jubilant, optimistic, proud, passionate, centered, content, fulfilled, relieved and rejuvenated. A lot of good stuff up there!
Thanks (again) Andrew!
She fell, travelling through space...and time.
Lianne's next memory was of a large dark-skinned man in native clothing gazing at her from next to a small camp fire. The man stood when she opened her eyes. He was tall and powerfully built, with long black hair that was pulled back, meticulously braided. He wore a bandana with two beautiful feathers in it, a deerskin vest, had deerskin breeches on and some well worn moccasins. A spear and a bow with a quiver of arrows was within easy reach of where he had been seated.
This area resembled where Lianne had been the night before, but this wasn’t
the frat brother that had been chasing her! She remained calm, but mumbled under
her breath, "God where am I?"
The big native looked at her quizzically and was about to say something when someone came over the ridge behind him. Lianne could see two more natives dressed similar to the first, making their way towards them. They shouted their greeting in a language that she didn’t understand. The three of them had a short conversation and approached her slowly.
Presently Lianne sat up, "Don’t come any closer! Where am I? Who are you?" It
was hard to remain calm now.
The native man that had found her spoke and Lianne understood him.
"Please be calm. We do not mean to harm you. We will take you to our camp to
ask our chief for advice." He looked directly into her eyes--his dark brown eyes
held no malice, only kindness. She relaxed a little because she believed him. It seemed that he didn’t want to hurt her, as she lay back down in the bed of grass, she turned to look behind her and saw Piestewa Peak, what the ancients called Squaw Mountain.
Attempting to sit up again she felt feint. "I’m sorry, but I need something
to eat before I go anywhere." She gave a helpless look to the Indians. The one
that found her understood.
"You rest while we prepare a meal." The big Indian spoke a few words to his
friends, they quickly got to work.
"My name is Ahmihadra, but they call me Cliff Hawk," he told her as he walked to the
fire. He stoked it sending billowy smoke up into the blue sky--a smoke signal? His friends had some meat to cook.
"What do they call you?"
"I am Lianne from Phoenix. Thank you for being so nice to me. I had a bad
night last night...there was a party here and everyone was drunk...and some of
the guys were trying to take advantage of the women...a man chased me up this
ravine and I hid behind this rock." Lianne pointed to the rock 10 feet away.
Cliff Hawk stared at her in amazement, not quite understanding.
The other two braves’ names were Elk Heart and Eagle Feather, they said some
things to Cliff Hawk, but she couldn’t understand them.
"Lianne from Phoenix. Men should not chase women. Is the man that did this
here in this camp?"
"No! This guy was fat and had much lighter skin than you," she explained, but
Cliff Hawk looked perplexed.
Lianne asked after a few seconds, "Can you please bring me back down the
ravine to the parking lot after I eat?"
The tall brave shook his head as if he didn’t understand, so she just pointed
in the direction that she wanted to go. He nodded, not really sure what to
Elk Heart and Eagle Feather had an elk steak ready, as they prepared the
food, Cliff Hawk told Lianne from Phoenix, how he got his
Lianne went with two of her school friends to Dreamy Draw, Diane and Jane had heard about a frat party that they wanted to crash.
"You need to get out more, you might as well be studying to be a nun!" Lianne was not into the party life. She had worked too hard and was set to graduate a full year early with a degree in art-history and a minor in business management.
She was attending ASU in Tempe and had become interested in the ancient native
cultures that had descended from the Inca’s and Mayan’s. She planned to study these
people’s art and culture as a post-graduate. So she very seldom went out with
her friends and never drank or did drugs.
At Dreamy Draw that night there were probably 30 guys and maybe 10 women, so
when Diane, Jane and Lianne pulled up three guys came to the car--with alcohol. Her
friends got right into the scene, Lianne reluctantly took a beer from a guy and
followed them to the picnic area. Numerous tables under the covering contained
alcohol, there was little else to eat or drink. Several of the men were starting
to get loud, she noticed one guy practically drag a women into the brush just a
few feet from the large picnic area. She could smell marijuana.
This was not her scene.... A couple of guys came up to her and started to
harrass her, and tried to make her drink some shots of something they called
"Jager." She took a sip just to quiet them down and nearly spit it in their
faces. They thought that was hilarious...and told her to wash it down with beer.
The beer didn’t taste much better, but it wasn’t nearly as potent. She started
her second cup of beer from the keg and realized that she needed to go to the
"Excuse me guys. I’ll be right back." Lianne knew where the restrooms were,
but she was drunker than she expected and somehow got lost in the dark. She
could hear the raucus party from where she came, and then heard some rustling in
the brush in front of her, a girl was yelling for help. Lianne went there and
startled a frat brother who was trying to undress a sororiety sister.
"Leave her alone," Lianne said weakly.
The fraternity brother looked up and exclaimed, "Oh good, now we can have a
The other woman managed to wriggle out of his grip and run off, buttoning up
her jeans. The guy who didn’t look any older than 18, but was quite big, came at
Lianne cursing her. She turned to her right and started running up the gulley.
All that Lianne could think of was that she didn’t want to lose her virginity to
this drunken jerk. Ahead of her was a big rock with a few mesquite trees around
it. She went to the far side of the rock and quickly turned to her right again
and then slipped into the clump of mesquite. It was very dark out this night and
the drunken frat brother went right by her and kept going.
Lianne quietly slipped out of her hiding place, trying to make her way back
to the party area--she could hear all the rowdy drunken behavior in the
distance, so she pointed herself that way.
After a couple steps she put her left foot down, but nothing was there. She fell down hard and passed out.