HIGHS & LOWS - UP THERE, DOWN THERE

 


Going high:  My granddad, Frank Herbert Bradley, and a friend sitting at approximately 8000 feet in elevation on Overhanging Rock on Glacier Point, 3214 feet above the Yosemite Valley floor.

Going low:  Yours truly, 7 years old, looking up out of a granite hole in D.L. Bliss State Park, Lake Tahoe.  Actually the hole was at a relative elevation of 6500 feet.

Going high: My husband atop 13,061 ft. Mount Dana in Yosemite National Park.  He climbed this mountain 20 years ago.  He was in pretty good shape but even so, during the last 1000 feet or so. said because of the ‘thin’ air he could only take a half dozen steps at a time before having to stop for deep breaths!

Going low, or in this case, subterranean: A few years earlier – in 1983 – we had gone to visit friends up north and wound up visiting the Oregon Caves National Monument in Cave Junction.  Those stairs go way down there!  

Going high:  My three kiddos up a pine tree.  “Hi Mom”

A few years younger, the top tree-climber going low with burros in a children’s petting zoo.

Going high: Eldest daughter (middle child in the tree) sky diving.

Going low: Her dad (on the left) and a friend, some years earlier, having hit the ground after sky diving themselves.

Going high: Youngest daughter (lowest child in the tree) parasailing in Mazatlán.

Going low: A few years later she’s scuba diving!

Going high:  My youngest daughter and I in that tiny little round room just below the antenna of the Empire State Building were 1250 feet up in the air!

Going subterranean:  In Washington D.C.’s Metro Center Station we were 150 feet below ground!  That would be on the lower level.  I was standing on an upper track level to take this picture of the lower level before going down there.  Central Metro is a two-level, crisscross subway!  

Going high: “Flat Stanley” in Colorado atop a truck radio antenna.


Going low:  “Flat Stanley” in jail.  How did he sink so low?

But yep.  Here he is in the old Groveland Jail.  I don’t know what crime he may have committed to land himself here?  Perhaps trespassing on private property?  Or traveling without a passport? 

:->

La Nightingail


Comments

  1. Barbara RogersSeptember 13, 2024 at 11:03 AM

    Very fun post with flat Stanley as well as your family! The skydiving is impressive, but then parasailing seems above and beyond!

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  2. PeterSeptember 14, 2024 at 4:31 AM

    I enjoyed your post very much! Marvellous pictures! But never will people spot me on Overhanging Rock, NEVER!!

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  3. Mike BrubakerSeptember 15, 2024 at 7:24 PM

    YIKES! Your family really go in for thrilling adventures. The burros and the subway match my risk level now, though I don't really mind heights as long as there is something solid to stand on. Gravity is our friend.

    I liked your comment on my blog this weekend about how music groups constantly reorganize themselves over time. So many factors cause change, from personnel changes to upturns/downturns in a region's economy. It's so easy to forget that once upon a time people needed live music and the only way to get if was to form their own band, orchestra, or choir. You are very lucky to be a member of such a long lasting group. I trust we will see more of your holiday costumes in a future blog post :—)

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  4. Molly's CanopySeptember 17, 2024 at 8:14 AM

    Yikes is right, especially that first photo! Wonderful twist on the prompt showing the highs and lows of family travel. That flight of cave stairs must have been challenging. I once climbed the 400 stairs to the top of Mt. Royal in Montreal...never again!

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