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August 26th, 2006

Urban Planning Gone Awry

When Brigham Young settled the Salt Lake Valley in 1847, he did it according to a well laid plan. As the leader of hundreds and soon thousands of pioneers, he realized that the urban vision he unfurled would determine the rhythms, patterns, and eventual success of the Utah colony. Building on plans drafted by his predecessor, Joseph Smith, Young designed a city characterized by uniform block and lot sizes and unusually wide (132 feet) streets. The literal and spiritual heart of the city was the site where the temple would be built, and the city’s east/west and north/south avenues were named and numbered based on their proximity to it. As a result, there is no 3rd Avenue or 42nd Street in Salt Lake City, but rather 300 North, 300 South, and 4200 West (I think 4200 East would fall on top of the mountains.) To outsiders, Utah addresses can be confusing. What is “767 West 490 North?” That’s not an address. Surely it must be a setting on a compass or have something to do with longitude and latitude. Once you get used to the grid system, however, it is virtually impossible to get lost and directions are superfluous.

Though Young was faithful to the spirit of Smith’s early design, there was one fascinating element he chose to alter. In building frontier cities, Smith had envisioned city centers comprising residences and public buildings only. Farms were to be located outside the cities and residents could commute back and forth during the day to work them. Whereas the majority of the American west was characterized by individualism, both in spirit and claims to property, Smith’s vision was to build a society based on proximity and shared communal efforts. His outlook was remarkably similar to that of John Oglethorpe, who designed the city of Savannah, Georgia, not only as a haven for ghosts, but as a collection of carefully constructed urban wards, each of which corresponded to outlying farm and garden plots. The Utah landscape presented a unique set of challenges and Young adapted the plan by enlarging lot sizes to create a network of urban farms.

The legacy of Young’s efforts is a state full of grid-based cities, all easy to navigate, but some with bizarre variations in scenery. As cities have grown out of their farm-based origins, they have struggled with zoning. You can’t shut down or kick out the old farmer who still has an orchard and keeps chickens on his property nor can you tell his grandson he can’t build his split-level suburban dream house next door. The result is that many older areas have a schizophrenic character to them. Turn out of the cul-de-sac on which Tom’s parents live and you’ll find a powerful case in point. Here are a few things you can find in a 10 block span:

1. Just five blocks south is UVSC, Utah Valley State College. The school originally started as a small community college and has exploded over the past few decades into a full-fledged four year school granting thousands of degrees each year.

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2. Only a few hundred feet from the school is the last remaining basement house on the street. These regional oddities were apparently the residence of choice for people who could afford to build only part of a house. Since you can’t start from the top, they built the basement, slapped a roof on top, and lived underground until their financial prospects brightened. Through bad fortune or the complacency of their owners, many houses never gained the additional stories they were promised. It will be a sad day when this one goes the way of the bulldozer.

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An interesting side note here is that on both the Caribbean island of Dominica and the Greek island of Santorini (two of our all-time favorite places), homeowners do start from the top down. They build a skeleton of their future house and fill in the levels as finances and motivation dictate. Greek property owners get a tax break for having at least the beginnings of a building on their lots, so Santorini is littered with vacant concrete structures. Dominicans, on the other hand, actually inhabit their works in progress. It is commonly held logic that it is preferable to live above the debris and noise of construction (think sheetrock falling in your soup), so the top floor is finished first and lower floors in later years.

3. A van that wears clothes. The owner of this meticulously maintained vehicle lovingly dresses and undresses it each day to shield it from the effects of the high desert climate. He has affixed velcro tabs at regular intervals to the body of the van, which he then uses to attach a fascinating variety of fabric panels during the day. In the two months we’ve been here, we’ve only seen the van leave its roadside spot once.

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4. A small herd of goats. I’m not sure if the owners are supplying local French restaurants with gourmet cheese or simply keeping this group as pets, but they always make the drive to the gas station (where I fill my jug) more fun.

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5. An intense yet oddly beautiful garden. The Beehive is the Utah state symbol because it represents industry and self-sufficiency. Many Utahans interpret these traits literally and maintain vegetable gardens and fruit orchards on their properties. They feast on fresh produce in the summer, can and store the remainder for the winter, and brand themselves prepared for emergencies and disasters.

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6. Two guys and a cockatoo. This one speaks for itself.

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August 24th, 2006

Top 6 things to do in Utah to remind you you are alive!

Although not on the same scale as New Jersey, Utah is often the subject of scorn, backhanded compliments, and ridicule. I admit it is one of only two states I know off where you can see polygamist compounds and punk rockers all in the same day (Arizona is the only other, and that is only near the Utah border). It also has its own political spectrum ranging from right wing to super ultra right wing. (I am glad to see the “Get us out of the UN” signs of my youth are either gone or less visible.) But Utah takes a bad rap for being overly hegemonic. Yes, over half the residents do not drink alcohol, but that does not mean they will pass laws preventing you from drinking, as long as you follow some very simple rules.

Beyond the Utah of punchlines is a wonderful state, one that grabs you at the border, entrances you with its beauty, and reminds you that you are alive. Based on my 20 years as a resident of the Beehive state, here are my favorite 6 things to do in Utah:

6. Southeastern Utah - If you have a week or two and want to get lost in America, I can think of no better place than Southeastern Utah. My dream escape would begin with a few days in the hub of mountain biking and four wheeling, Moab. For those who have been, the name brings back memories of slick red rock, desert scape, and a land which appears to have been created for wheeled vehicles. I would follow that up with a couple days camping at Capitol Reef and Arches National Parks. Often overshadowed by Zion and Bryce, Arches and Capitol Reef offer something the other two haven’t had for years– solitude and silence. It is important to make sure you keep Capitol Reef and Arches below Zion and Bryce on any list you create; this will keep the crowds at Zion and leave these two a little more open. After a couple of days sweating out the desert heat among the cathedrals and natural bridges, there is no better place to cool off than Lake Powell. Lake Powell has more shoreline than California. If you judge your water skiing based on the scenery, water conditions and the potential for a glass like surface, there is no better place to ski in the world. The lake is full of people from all over the desert southwest, so bring enough gas with you to get 3-5 hours away from the docks and the crowds.

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5. The high Uintas - There is no better place in Utah to escape daily life than the high Uintas wilderness area. I wouldn’t advise getting lost here though. Every year a few intrepid cross country skiers, hikers, and backpackers lose their way and fail to return to their cars. But for those who have a general understanding of the points on the compass, this wilderness offers a unique terrain full of lakes to fish and mountains to climb. The Uinta Mountains are 13,000 feet high, a fact that gives Utahans a minor inferiority complex since Colorado’s peaks exceed 14,000 feet. They shouldn’t get too down on themselves though, seeing as Georgia doesn’t have any hills over 5000 feet and Rhode Island can’t boast a rock big enough to make it over 1000 feet. Amid the many mountains are deep pine forests, aspen-covered hills, and places so isolated the Unabomber might have felt lonely. I would tell you where to enter the wilderness to get to the isolated areas, but then they might not be so isolated.

4. Temple Square - It took 40 years to build the Salt Lake Temple and required the dedication and participation of the entire city during its construction. Today it stands as the center of the Mormon church, and is worth a half a day to just wander around, watch the brides get their pictures taken, and spend some time in quiet reflection. As we travel we like to seek out holy places. We have been to Jerusalem, Uluru, The Vatican, Hiroshima, and countless churches, monasteries, and temples around the world. They all have moved us, and we have been edified by them. If you cannot visit us at our home, Temple Square is the next best place to partake of our personal spirituality.

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3. Back country winter activities - Skiing takes the headlines in Utah and it should. The state proudly claims the “greatest snow on earth,” and the skiing here is simply amazing. If you want to feel really alive, skip the resorts and head out on your own and cross country ski or snowshoe up a mountain. Both the Wasatch range and the Uintas are filled with trails and mountains to be explored. Make sure to check to find out the avalanche rating. If it is high, stay away.

2. Ceder Breaks and the Shakespeare Festival in Cedar City - I love juxtapositioning unrelated or opposing activities. For instance, in LA you can surf in the morning and ski in the afternoon. On Indonesia’s Komodo Island, we played with the dragons by morning and snorkeled with giant amberjacks by afternoon. For the best juxtaposition in Utah, stay at Brian Head ski resort about 25 miles northeast of Cedar City. Spend your mornings hiking around the forest or Cedar Breaks National Monument and your nights at one of the nation’s premier Shakespearean festivals.

1. Zion and Bryce - The only reason the Greeks thought Olympus was the home of the Gods was because they had not visited Zion and Bryce Canyon.

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August 22nd, 2006

Have Ding Dongs Will Travel

Our first big event to welcome Tom back to the extended family was a picnic in the park on Saturday. For many this would mean a drive to a nearby patch of city grass or a faraway lake, but in Orem it means a 15-minute ride into Provo Canyon and some of the most spectacular scenery this country has to offer. Just ask Robert Redford. His Sundance Ski Resort sits only a few miles up the road.

The canyon was carved by the Provo River, which alternately babbles and rages from the craggy peaks of the Wasatch Mountains down to the floor of the desert valley below. This erosion was no small feat of nature since the granite rock range averages between 9,000 and 10,000 feet in elevation. The second highest peak is Mount Timpanogas at 11,752 feet, almost every foot of which Dax scaled on an overnight Boy Scout hike last month. (He won’t admit it, but he’s buff.)

Amidst a grove of conifers and their more delicate deciduous cousins, the quaking aspens and cottonwoods, we plopped our group down on the meadow of Canyon Glen Park to soak up the fresh mountain air and unadulterated sunshine. Some reclined on blankets with babies while others chased preschoolers, but the majority engaged in a cutthroat game of the family’s current passion, bocce ball.

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Per usual, Uncle Scott and his partner, Grandpa Lou, Read the rest of this entry »

August 9th, 2006

75 Years of Trying to Keep Animals Alive

For the past 10 years, I have taken the kids to Utah for summer vacation. We make our annual exodus to “Camp Grandma” for a number of reasons. The first is that after 10 months of managing schoolwork, lessons, activities, and social calendars for four children, some part of me…a big part…craves a break. The second is that the state is full of adoring relatives who love my kids and are happy to share their talents, skills, and affection with them. The chief among these doting family members is Tom’s mom, Lorelie, who serves as activities director and is tireless in her efforts to get my kids off their butts and out of the house. With no more than a moment’s notice she can throw together a field trip, art project, or spelunking expedition complete with snacks and a craft.

One of last week’s outings was a visit to Salt Lake City’s Hogle Zoo. The zoo is currently celebrating its 75th anniversary and has staged an exhibit to herald this significant accomplishment. We didn’t venture into the auditorium where the exhibit was housed because we doubted it would have much to engage the 3-year-olds’ attention. I checked out the summary online and it turns out the highlight was something we’ve already seen….the stuffed carcass of Shasta the Liger (see It’s Pretty Much Kieran’s Favorite Animal) who normally lives at BYU’s Bean Museum. The other intriguing piece of information I gleaned from the website was that one of the Hogle’s former directors perished from a puff adder bite. Ouch! The hazards of zookeeping!

What the exhibit failed to feature and what the Hogle is more commonly known for is its checkered past with animal mortality. As it turns out, caring for exotic beasts is not as simple as one might think. If I can kill a goldfish which requires nothing more than a few flakes of food and a clean bowl by looking at it, how easy is it to kill an elephant which requires a carefully maintained space, a complex, nutritionally balanced diet, and a strict skin care regime? The Hogle learned that simply letting a drugged pachyderm lie down for too long can prove too much for its fragile system. (That one wasn’t really the Hogle’s fault.) Within the past decade, wolves, chimpanzees, a gorilla, and a cheetah have all escaped, and giraffes, a tiger cub, a polar bear, and other elephants have all suffered questionable demises. Despite these setbacks, the small menagerie is working hard to overcome the spectre of death that clouds its new $7 million gate.

With the front entrance and parking lot swamped with visitors, we entered through the apparently secret back gate. Asher, McKane and I met up with the rest of the group at the Cat Wok Cafe, where the menu boasted tasty Asian delicacies such as grilled sweet and sour chicken, tofu with plum sauce, and heaping bowls of sticky rice. Sticky rice? I love sticky rice. I asked the teenaged clerk, “Is it really sticky rice?” “Yes,” he answered and looked at me like I was from another planet. “Does it come wrapped in a banana leaf?” “No,” and again the look. “But it’s really sticky rice?” “Yeah.” Thirty seconds later he handed me a black styrofoam bowl filled with Minute Rice, not two grains of which were stuck together. I pointedly declined his bland, pseudo-Asian fare and contented myself with a $2 pretzel instead.

The incident didn’t bode well, but we soldiered on, open to all the Hogle had to offer. Blissfully unaware of the establishment’s shady past, the kids had a blast searching for all the animals grandma included on their take-along worksheet. They found giraffes, zebras, wolves, bears and peccaries (which were my favorite). We rode the train, ate $1 snowcones, posed in front of the massive metal elephant, and ambled through the butterfly garden. A good time was had by all. There were no lines, the distances between venues were small, and the heat was bearable. All in all, the trip to the Hogle proved a worthy endeavor. I guess I’ll just have to wait until I get to Thailand for some good sticky rice.

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This little guy was awake, but can you tell they’re a little nervous?

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July 11th, 2006

It’s Pretty Much Kieran’s Favorite Animal

One of my kids’ favorite activities in Utah has long been visiting the Bean Museum at BYU. The facility is something of an oddity, a throwback to an earlier era when taxidermy was cool and political correctness didn’t exist. The walls are lined with disembodied animal heads donated by now deceased wealthy benefactors with a penchant for big game hunting. Thankfully, the staff periodically updates the displays and the ancient pig fetus in a jar has been replaced with an impressive, non-moldy collection of water fowl. The current highlights include a 10 foot Kodiak bear, a giraffe torso, neck and head, sheep of the world, and Kieran’s favorite, a la Napoleon Dynamite, the liger. (Look for a ghost of Tom amongst the sheep.)

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Animals are always a highlight of our travels. Much of the world is an open air zoo, and for the right price, you can interact with the critters of your choice. In Gibraltar, McKane tried to tame some wild monkeys, while in Bali, I hoped they wouldn’t jump on my head.
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In Australia we spent quality time with wombats, kangaroos, and koalas.

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All these encounters were fun but the one that took the cake was our interaction with the Komodo dragons on the Indonesian island of Komodo. The dragons roam the island freely and the only thing that stands between them and visitors are some diminutive park rangers equipped with sticks…not tranquilizer guns, not knives…sticks. They assure guests that only one unfortunate tourist has ever fallen prey to the beasts–an elderly Swiss man in the ’70’s who ignored their advice and wandered off for a closer photo opp. We worried a little about the lady in the skirt and white hat who demonstrated reckless abandon in her photographic efforts but unlike the poor deer in the bottom shot, she emerged from Komodo unscathed.
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3 of our 4 kids think will consider the trip lacking if we miss out on this guy…the blue-footed booby…in the Galapagos. We keep warning them our funds might be in short supply by next June, when we hit South America, but how could we deprive them of meeting him?

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