Emancipation Weekend

This Emancipation weekend was a real Fun and thrills affair.As usual we had our Saturday morning ride and breakfast and developed the action plan for the long weekend. 

F&T ites lyming at surfing

On Saturday night we had a party at Howies house for the July members and boy did my foot get stuck in my mouth! You see they have this Book Club which I am not a member of but I arrived at the party before their session was over. Charles introduced  me to a man named Horace  Fisher  and I thought he said he was an author, not the author of the book of the month, Fish kill. So when someone asked me if I had read it, I declared that I heard it was boring so would not waste my time reading it.

(I did hear that) Embarrassing moment. Anyway, why would I want to read a book called fish kill? After that moment, I declared then that I  would never again speak for the rest of the night, but you know that impossible right?i After they broke up, I had quite a pleasant conversation with him and all is well. Hope he does not take me seriously and stop writing.!

Sunday it was to Coy as usual in Maryland, then in the afternoon it was to Yallahs, St. Thomas, to watch surfing, in fact an international surfing meet to boot. Yes, in St. Thomas Jamaica!

Maurice and a friend of his rode off into the sunset, sorry, sunlight to Yallahs at 11.30 and and we left about 12.15 pm but by the time we arrived, they were already  there. Man that Maurice must have been a bicycle in his past life!

The surfing was a new experience for me but nothing like what we see on tv, for Jamaica just does not have the huge waves necessary to make a spectacular splash in this type of sport. But all the participants were enthusiastic and did well.

Charles, Maurice and I decided to take am sea bath and while Maurice was able to wade out far enough to float in peace, both Charles and I had a problem getting past the rough waves which tossed us around as if we were made of straw.

It was a lovely day however as we walked around and socialised and sampled all kinds of food and Juju gave us the dessert in the form oft. a huge jack fruit.

This 1671 lb bull came first at Denbeigh

Monday morning I went for my usual walk and listened with one ear to hear if the planned trip to Denbeigh in Clarendon was still on.  That is where the Jamaica Agricultural society stages its annual farmers show. We had originally wanted to go on the newly restored train which had a special excursion, but that fizzed out as the return trip was not till 6pm, there were logistical problems with parking etc and besides when I heard Digicell would be sponsoring the train ride, that did it for me since anything they sponsor draws crowds of free loaders in search of free phone cards. Also since the train was out, I wasn't particularly enthused about going. Besides I had bad memories of Denbeigh since the last time I went there,  about 20 years ago, they towed away my car and I had to take a minibus to Four Parts police station to retrieve it and had sworn off Denbeigh for life. Anyway, its a good thing we decided not to go by train as the reports are that it was oversold.  We saw the train there however and were able to take a number of photographs as it is really attractive, decked out in Jamaica's colours.

Anyway Howie called about 10.30 am to say they were still going so naturally I decided tot accompany them. Maurice picked me up and we joined the convoy of three other vehicles outside Michele's gate.I am so happy I went for it was a really nice day. Yes we spent a lot of time just standing around and waiting while others went off on private jaunts, but as no one was in a real hurry it was no big thing. I was really impressed with the winning bull which weighted a whopping 1671 lbs and the goat display was also impressive. The parish stalls were not particular innovative or outstanding but the samples of rum punch and flavoured coffee we got at various points allowed us to overlook those imperfections.

As Janelle  had to get back to Kingston for a function, we eventually dragged ourselves out at minutes to three, but despite the need to hurry, we could not pass the coconut vendor just down the road.

When I got back to Kingston it was off to a jerk pork session by at Harry's place. Harry is such a pork fanatic that he actually built a smoke house at the back of his home and relishes overpowering his friends with smoked jerk pork....hmm delicious. What better way to spend  absolutely wonderful weekend?

LYMING IN UTAH

For years I have dreamt about traveling on a train again and this weekend the dream came through on Thursday 16th June with my trip to Salt Lake City (SLC) in Utah. 

The trip surpassed my imagination in every way. To begin with, I had been following the development of fast trains that travelled up to 700 miles per hour and expected that it might be a bit scary fast. However, I suspect that it is because we have to traverse the Rocky Mountains, ascending to over 9,000 feet at times, why this particular train snaked its way so slowly through the 43 tunnels and dozens of canyons at between 20 and 79 miles per hour. (It was a busy area too as we passed several laden trains hauling coal).

 That suited me fine since the scenery is breathtakingly spectacular. I never expected the train to be so luxurious either, with reclining seats and foot rests, more than ample leg room and even a lounge with picture windows and glass above so one could take in the spectacular scenery from all angles. The Colorado authorities went even further by providing tour guides in the lounge who gave a vivid description about each area as we passed through. 

We were accompanied by the Colorado river for over 250 miles. This river has been swelling and wreaking havoc in some areas, flooding out homes, ranches and parks. In the beautiful 12 mile long Glenwood canyon, the bike path along the river had to be closed as it was covered with water but I had to think of the cyclists who previously used that trail with the greatest respect since there are no rails between their path and the raging river. 

Wild flowers on the roof of the convention centre at Temple Square in Salt Lake City. The snow covered Rockies loom in the background.

The river is absolutely serene, inviting and beautiful in some areas and dangerously furious in others. Many rafters were taking advantage of the summer weather to raft and surf.

Although I was going to visit my long lost friend Sharon who had left Jamaica from the early 80's and with whom I had only reconnected with through Facebook, I still had uneasy thoughts about Mormons and going to Utah for one did have a perception that the place was populated by dreary, straight laced non-fun-loving people. It didn't help that as we crossed the border from the beautiful Colorado countryside and entered into Utah, the first section of that state was an arid and very unattractive desert. I felt my worse expectations being manifested.

Soon however we passed the desert and entered the other side of Utah as we approached Salt Lake City. There Sharon was waiting for me at 10.30pm and guess what she had at home for me? Stew Peas and rice with Oxtail. I had actually arrived in heaven! The city is actually situated in a valley surrounded by the absolutely beautiful, snow capped mountains not even half an hour away. 

Then on Friday the real fun began.We started off with a tour of the beautiful Temple Square which  though not as elaborate as the Vatican, is huge and fabulous showing the uninitiated that the Mormons are indeed a very powerful and wealthy religion. The spectacular Temple was built from granite and I was disappointed that we were not allowed inside but it is a fabulous piece of architecture on the outside and the grounds are massive, well kept and luxurious.The Temple square is the centre of SLC  and all the streets are numbered from that square. Their conference centre is the largest in the world,  a massive 1.4 million square feet! Think of this in terms of how many 2,000 square feet houses it could accommodate (700!) and you get an idea of the size.  The roof alone is 4 acres and it is covered in wild flowers. The seating capacity is a whopping 21,000 persons all who have an uninterrupted view of the stage. The furnishings are exquisite and expensive with numerous, huge original, religious paintings covering the walls.

While it is visited by over 300,000 persons annually, since  9/11, no one is allowed to wonder through the building without a guide.

From the portraits of the executives you see on the walls, it leaves no doubt in your mind that Mormonism is an all white religion and very male dominated. Yes they have coloured members and women from all over the world, but absolute control remains in the hands of white males. Interestingly too, the Book of Mormons is supposed to be the translation of writings found on tablets written by native American Indians, but in the initial stages of this religion it was said that Blacks and Indians could not enter the Kingdom of Heaven. 

On Sunday, Sharon's daughter Tracey and her son- in- law Brady along with their kids Morgan and Cameron, took us hiking in the nearby mountains at Cottonwood Canyon to be exact. This is a spectacular area with the Praia river raging furiously beside the trails. 

The hills from which granite was mined to build the Mormon Temple in Salt Lake City

Next we went to Temple Stone Quarry where strategically placed plaques tell the story of how the original Mormons mined the granite from the dangerous cliffs to build their beloved temple.

Rappers perform at Juneteenth Festival in Ogden

Then to disabuse me of the perception that there are only a handful of black people in Utah, Sharon drove me to the city of Ogden to the 22nd Annual Juneteenth Heritage festival, a celebration of black heritage. We had a wonderful time there listening to various artists perform, including a band made up of musicians from the nearby US Airforce base. (I also learnt that there are a number of Africans in Utah as the state has a welcoming attitude towards persons fleeing from zones of conflict and civil wars).

Colorado River, just below Glenwood Springs, Colorado

Since for my return trip meant I had to be at the train station at 2 am, we decided not to sleep but just catch up on old times for the entire night. What struck me most is the fact that while Sharon has become a staunch Mormon and I am as irreligious as you can get, our philosophies of life are in sync.                                                                                                                                                     What the heck, who needs religion if you just determine to live a life of treating others as you like to be treated?                                                                                                                                        It was an absolutely wonderful weekend which I would not have missed for anything in the world, and since I have now decided that from now on it is going to be the train for me all the way for overland travel, we are already planing a trip for next summer, when the Cox family, the Mcbride's (Michele's new name) and I will be travelling to to visit Yellowstone park by train.

I am already looking forward to it.

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