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Every Picture Tells a Story, Doughnut

One last vacation-related post, a week after the fact.

As we traveled through the Four Corners region, we had semi-brushes with stories that were topping the news in places that we visited.  Here are two photos that I took -- in an old-fashioned chemical way -- that vaguely relate to them.

Durango_silverton_rrFirst, a photo of the Durango & Silverton Narrow Gauge Railroad as it rounds the famed horseshoe curve heading north along the High Line above the gorge of the Animas River.  Because the spot permits those on the correct side of the train their best shot of the locomotive on the entire trip, you can imagine how many hundreds of thousands of photos there must be that closely resemble mine.

[Film buffs may be interested to learn that the High Line begins just north of the Rockwood Cut, which was transformed with papier mache into a tunnel for purposes of Mike Todd's Around the World in 80 Days and which also served as the spot at which the title outlaws jump atop the passing train in Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid.  Butch and Sundance's famous leap from the cliff was shot a mile or two south (near Baker's Bridge), although the wonder of film editing permitted their landing in the water to be shot someplace else entirely.]

The news story that goes with this photo is a sad one.  Several miles north of this spot, and for most of the rest of the way to Silverton, the track drops down from the cliff and runs immediately alongside the Animas.  Just before noon last Friday, June 17, an hour or so after the above photo was taken and some sixteen miles or so further along the tracks, our train passed by a group of 3 rafts heading downriver.  The lead raft held only a guide, the other rafts carried four or five passengers each, including additional guides.  Everyone smiled and waved.  I am reasonably certain that the group we saw was this one, which ran into severe trouble about an hour later:

A local rafting guide known for his robust sense of humor and a tourist from Texas were identified by authorities Saturday as the men who died on a commercial rafting trip on the upper Animas River.

Darrel Bogenrief of Durango was about 25 years old and Scott Licona of Lumberton, Texas, was 30, said Butch Knowlton, La Plata County's director of emergency preparedness.

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Bogenrief had been a commercial rafting guide with Durango-based Mild to Wild Rafting for at least five years. Local rafting guides said he was renowned for his disarming jokes and his fondness for the challenging upper Animas River.

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High water this year has led to treacherous conditions on rivers. There have been other reported deaths in Colorado this season, Knowlton said.

Two people have died on separate commercial rafting trips since Memorial Day in New Mexico.

The two men died Friday after a raft guided by Bogenrief flipped in the second drop of Ten Mile Rapids, a long stretch of turbulent whitewater north of Needleton in San Juan County.

There were five people in the boat, said Kenneth Blazzard, a tourist from St. George, Utah, who witnessed the accident from another Mild to Wild raft.

Bogenrief briefly turned the raft upright before falling out, Blazzard said. No one made it back into the raft, he said. Three survivors made it to the banks of the river, while Bogenrief and Licona were quickly sent downriver by the racing rapids.

The southbound train that stopped to pick up the party later in the afternoon was not ours.  We did not know anything about the incident until we saw the local paper the following morning, as we were getting ready to head south to the area of our next photo, which relates to an interesting but not so tragic story.

Spider_rockHere we have a picture of Spider Rock, which stands at the bottom of Canyon de Chelly, Arizona.  Canyon de Chelly is unusual among the units of the National Park Service in that it is operated in cooperation with the Navajo Nation.  The Monument exists entirely within the Navajo reservation, and the Navajo themselves have lived and farmed on the floor of the canyon for several centuries.  Because of that occupancy and because of the Navajo's sacred associations with the landscape -- Spider Rock, for example, is associated with Spider Woman, the supernatural being from whom the Navajo first learned the art of weaving -- access to the canyon floor is restricted: with the exception of one trail to the White House Ruin, visitors are not permitted to enter the canyon below the rim except in the company of an approved Navajo guide.

Given the range of interests in play, the 80-year old arrangement between the federal and tribal governments occasionally shows some strain, as evidenced by this story from the Navajo Times -- on the front page when we were passing through a week ago -- concerning a protest by Canyon residents directed against claimed Park Service policies and plans in and around the Canyon:   

A group of Canyon de Chelly residents are tired of living in a time warp.

Clara Gorman, who lives near Spider Rock, said the U.S. National Park Service, which oversees Canyon de Chelly National Park, prohibits canyon residents from living in modern houses.

'We are not allowed to have modern homes because it's a monument,' Gorman said. 'But to me, it's like being deprived of life. I'd like to live there comfortably.  But we're only allowed to live in a hogan with a dirt roof.'

She said the reason for the park service policy barring modern homes is for the benefit of tourists.

'It's like we're being on display for tourists,' Gorman said.

The story is somewhat vague concerning both sides' positions, and the Park Service seems not to have had a really authoritative spokesperson available to discuss the protest or the residents' concerns. 

I assume the residents' "modernization" plans would not include a high rise casino with Spider Rock in the atrium lobby.

Incidentally, the Web version of the Navajo Times story serves to demonstrate that lousy online manners know no cultural boundaries: in the left hand column, the Times' editor bewails the fate of his paper's recently inaugurated, then suspended, comments/forum function.  This should sound familiar to many a high-volume weblogger:

[T]hings started to go amiss and soon people with strange nicknames started to abuse the Web site by submitting comments laced with obscenities, vulgarities and threats.  They would submit their comments at all times of the day and night and so it was difficult to monitor and filter everything that was being submitted 24 hours a day. 

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When people submit comments, they use a nickname rather than their real names and this basically gives them the opportunity to write whatever they want and not be identified and held responsible for their words.  As a result, you have those knuckleheads who use this system as a means to spew their vile thoughts and vocabulary and recklessly attack other people.

Therefore, I decided that it was in the best interest of our readers and our staff to discontinue the comments section on our Web site until further notice.  It was not our intent to be disrespectful or to purposely hurt anyone with our Web site's comments section but rather to offer a positive source to acknowledge what our readers were thinking and doing.  

The comments section will be disenabled until we can come up with a better system of filtering what is posted on our Web site.  This is not an attempt to censor or deprive anyone of his or her right to free speech. It is merely my decision to do what is right.

What is wrong with using common sense and doing what is right?  I think that we need to all do more of that in today's world.

People.  With strange nicknames.  What can you do with 'em, eh?



 Cowtown  Pattie

Strange nicknames...hmmm. I guess I could go by my childhood moniker of Boney Maroney but it would be somewhat incongruous.

Sad story about the rafters. Kind of a bummer remembrance for a summer vacation, but rivers and rapids are certainly dangerous.


My cousin was the rafter from Texas. I just wanted you to know that Scotty was full of life and a sense of humor and lots of friends. He died doing what he liked most experiencing new adventures with friends. Thank you for showing us what Scotty saw before he died. It truly is beautiful!!!! I just hope that with all the increase in deaths that have occurred on this river that someone will be smart and close it down for the summer so no one else suffers the terrible loss we are now.


Melissa - I am so sorry to hear of your loss. However, what you have to understand is that what happened to Darryl and your cousin was an incredibly tragic accident, and not something that was the fault of the river, Darryl, or himself. The Upper Animas is a dangerous place, always has been, always will be, but that doesn't mean it shouldn't be run. It is truly the experience of a lifetime, and I'm sure if he were here today, your cousin would tell you the same thing. I was on the Upper this past weekend (probably the last trip of the season as the water is getting very low) and I know we were all thinking of Darryl and your cousin, especially when we made our way through Ten Mile Slide (one of my companions was actually a very close friend of Darryl's) but what better tribute than to continue doing something that they both obviously loved so much? I don't know about your cousin, but I do know that Darryl would count it a tragedy far greater than his own death if no one ever experienced the Upper again, and I would have to say he was right.

California Whitewater Rafting Trip

Those pictures are pretty amazing. Especially the train shot.

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