30 September 2011

Thanks, Grandma and Grandpa!

MJ got to spend some quality time with one set of grandparents recently when Jonathan's parents came to visit (and we got to spend some much-needed quality time with each other--click here for details).  Here are some sweet pics of their visit.

Grandpa and MJ.


Someone looks pretty happy in Grandpa's arms with a full belly.


OKB loves Grandpa too. ;)


Grandpa and Grandma are HUGE Cardinals fan and brought Matty all kinds of Cardinals goodies. . . including this shirt.


Grandma and MJ.


I love how they are all looking at each other.  Matty is trying to commit their faces to memory.


Thanks for everything!  Come back any time! :)

27 September 2011

Hiking While NOT Pregnant

A few of you may remember my post a few months back about hiking Mt. Charleston while pregnant (and then going into labor less than 2 weeks later).  If not, you can read it here.  Anyways, with Jonathan's parents here (and me no longer pregnant), we decided to try to hike again.  So I strapped on the Baby Bjorn, and off we went.  Granted, Jonathan and Oskar (as well as his dad) still walked ten feet in front of me (and his mom). . . 


. . . but at least this time it was because I was admiring the scenery and not because I was trying not to go into labor.  So I was looking around, enjoying the sights when I saw it:  the infamous log.


Yes, THE log.  The stupid log in the middle of a steep climb (which again, doesn't look steep in this picture) that I had to sit on last time while huffing and puffing and agonizing over the fact that I was a fatty.  I WOULD conquer you this time, hill, WITHOUT the help of that stupid log.  It was my personal Everest.

And sure enough, I climbed it, no problems.  It was quite anti-climatic.  I expected more cheering when I got to the top, but I only had a sleepy boy hanging off the front of me who couldn't care less.


Yes, it was the second time I'd carried Matthew up the side of that mountain, but this time, I won.  No huffing, puffing, or taking fat lady breaks.  I made it.  Maybe it's me, but I think it helped that I could look down and see this little face and not just my big old belly.

25 September 2011

Viva Las Vegas!

There are several perks to being the military--the opportunity to travel the world, job security (well . . . kinda), decent pay, and the feeling of making a real difference in your job.  But, there are also a LOT of pit-falls, which I could go on and on about but won't.  I'll save that for another post.  ;)  Anyways, since having Matty, Jonathan and I have discovered another pitfall to military life:  you are miles away from family members who would gladly watch the little bundle of joy for a night so you and your husband can take a much-needed break to realize that you are still a real person (not just a mommy/daddy) and the outside world hasn't stopped revolving just because you had a baby.  But, I guess another perk of military life is that it makes you appreciate visiting family SO MUCH MORE.  And with Jonathan's parents in town, we were not going to pass up this opportunity to take a much-needed night out.

Las Vegas was not somewhere I ever even wanted to visit, let alone live.  But I firmly believe in the old adage "bloom where you're planted," so I figured we might as well make the most of the time we have here.  We've been here since July, and I still had not been down to the Strip.  Not kidding.  But give me a break--I was 8 months pregnant when we got here, we were homeless, and it was 110 degrees.  And then, less than a month later, Matthew was here.  So the sum of my Las Vegas Strip experience was this:


Yep, that's the view of the city from our house.  That's as close as I've been.  Anyways, we decided if we were going to do the Strip, we were going to do it right.  We booked tickets to a show (50% off military discount--another perk!), left Matty with the grandparents, and headed out.

Hello, Mandalay Bay!  You are a very welcome sight!


I was totally surprised that Jonathan agreed to watch 'The Lion King' with me.  I was fully prepared to fight for it, but it wasn't necessary.  Since it was pretty much our last chance to see it (the show is leaving Vegas at the end of the year and Jonathan will be leaving for training soon), this was it.  Enough said; tickets booked!


We had awesome seats (only 4 rows back) but, unfortunately, photography is prohibited during the show.  I was only able to take a picture of the stage while the curtain was down.  Just trust me when I say that it is an AMAZING show.  Jonathan and I were seriously speechless after the opening number, and it only got better from there.  


After the show, it was time for a little gambling in the casino.  I'd never gambled before, and I had NO IDEA what I was doing, but I wanted to try it.  I mean, come on--its Vegas!  Jonathan tried to teach me how to play roulette, but I let him do all the betting because I didn't want to be responsible for losing our money.  We bet $60, lost it, gained it all back, and then lost it again.  Maybe one day we'll learn to quit while we're ahead.  After that, all I wanted to do was play a slot machine like one of the hundreds of little old ladies I was seeing.  I lost $8.  Stupid slots.



You know what one of the most awesome things about being in Vegas is?  Not being pregnant and being in Vegas.  I throughly enjoyed my cocktail. :)


After losing all our money in the casino, we headed out for a walk down the Strip.  Yes, it was glitzy and gaudy and crawling with sin. . . but it was still incredible to see.









We stopped at the Bellagio to see the famous water show.  A different song plays for every show.  How fitting that for my first one, it chose Frank Sinatra.  


After a little more strolling along the Strip, we headed back to our quiet house, our newborn son, and our normal life. . . but with a smile on our faces.  Nights out may be few and far between for new parents, but I don't think you could ask for a better place to have them than Las Vegas.  Living here might not be too bad after all.

Now who wants to come out and baby-sit?

20 September 2011

I Can't Tell You About Our Dam Day Without Saying the Word Dam. . .

Jonathan's parents are in town for a few days, and we decided to show them around town (as best you can show someone around Vegas with an almost 2 month old.)  A nice non-inappropriate Vegas activity?  Hoover Dam.  Let the dam jokes begin. . . 

It was first time we'd really taken Matty out and about in Vegas.  Sure, we went to Rhyolite, but it was in the middle of nowhere with only 2 other visitors so if he fussed, no big deal.  Hoover Dam was PACKED, of course, but Matty was a champ.  He was happy as a clam snuggled inside the Baby Bjorn.  Here's us on top of the dam with the new bridge over the Colorado River in the background.


Don't look down!  BLUH!  And yes, Jonathan took this picture--I was terrified of dropping my child, no matter how securely he was attached to me.



In case you didn't know, the Hoover Dam straddles two states, Arizona and Nevada.  This is the Arizona side, obviously. ;)


Lake Mead, the largest man-made lake in the US.  It has over 700 miles of shoreline.



The plaque marking the state-line between Arizona and Nevada.  And yes, I did the cheesy thing of putting one foot in each state.  


The Nevada side of the dam (again, obviously.)


We took a dam tour with Larry, our dam tour guide, and he asked us to hold all of our dam questions until the end of the dam tour.  Okay, not really--but we did take a dam tour.  These are the generators inside the dam that do all the work.  It was an unsettling feeling being underwater and encased by concrete.  All I could think was, "This would be a horrible time for an earthquake."  Sick, huh?




Safely out and off of the dam, looking back towards it.



What did Matty think of the whole experience?  I think he was more impressed by how comfy the Baby Bjorn was than the "engineering marvel" that is the Hoover Dam.





06 September 2011

I Do Believe in Spooks! I Do! I Do!

Jonathan and I have stuck close to home since Matty was born, and to be completely honest, I have been going a little stir crazy.  Slowing down and taking things easy have been the biggest adjustment since he was born:  forget the middle of the night feedings and endless poopy diapers; I miss just being able to go out and DO stuff.  Anyways, with the 4-day weekend and Matty hitting the 5-week mark, I finally convinced Jonathan that it was safe to take a short trip out of the city.  He told me to pick a place and, after some thorough searching, I decided on Rhyolite, Nevada, one of the most well-preserved ghost towns in America.

So we loaded up the kids and headed out in to the Nevada desert.  I tried to get everyone excited.  "Hey, Matty!  Wanna go see a real-live ghost town?!"  Nothing.


Okay, well maybe Oskar would be excited.  "OKB--wanna go see a ghost town?!"  Still nothing.


Well, I was excited anyway.  After about 2 hours, we arrived at Rhyolite.  What makes this town any different from the hundreds of other ghost towns littering the Old West?  Well, like many other towns, Rhyolite got its start in 1905 when gold was found in the nearby Bullfrog Mountains.  By 1907, the town had between 8,000 and 10,000 residents, and was on its way to becoming Nevada's next metropolis.  Unlike other mining towns that were mainly filled with wooden shanties and, at most, contained simple necessities like a general store and blacksmith, Rhyolite's buildings were made of stone and concrete and included three-story office buildings, banks, churches, an opera house, hotels, a public swimming pool, police and fire departments, a hospital, a train station, rail depot, and a school.  It had dozens of streets and concrete sidewalks, as well as electricity, plumbing, telephone service, and a daily newspaper.  It even had a stock exchange and, of course, a red light district.


Unfortunately, all that hard work was for nothing.  Rhyolite's population began to decline only a few years after its establishment due in part to the railway disruptions caused by the San Francisco earthquake of 1906 and the financial panic of 1907, which restricted funding for mine development.  Prospectors were ultimately only able to establish one mine in the surrounding mountains, and it was an unprofitable one at that.  When it was closed in 1911, the Montgomery mine had only given up $2 million in gold.  By that time, Rhyolite's population had dropped well below 1,000; in 1922, the census reported the town as having only 1 resident:  a 92 year-old man who died two years later.

A lot of Rhyolite's buildings were taken down and sold as building materials in other nearby towns, but several skeletal remains can still be seen, as well as trash left by the townspeople as the fled the dying town.  Because so many of the buildings were made of stone and concrete, they have withstood the test of time and led several filmmakers to shoot movies here, including The IslandTwice As Dead, and A Line in the Sand.

The Rhyolite Mercantile building. . .


This is the remains of the Rhyolite public school.  The first school building was a small wooden structure that opened in 1906; it had 28 students. By February 1907, that number had swelled to 250 and a bigger school was needed.  This one was completed in January 1909 and was the last building to be built in Rhyolite.  However, by the time it was completed, people had already started leaving the town and there were not enough children to fill the school.  Therefore, the upper floor was used as a meeting hall and social area.


There were lots of tin cans, nails, and various trash left over when Rhyolite's population abandoned it.  We had to be VERY careful where we stepped.


But of course, rusty nails and old cans weren't the only things we had to watch out for.  Jonathan was NOT amused.


The old Miner's Union Hall was moved and became the Old Town Hall in nearby Beatty, Nevada.


Looking up Golden Street into Rhyolite. . .


The Porter Brothers General Store opened in 1906.  At one time, it had huge glass windows in the front so passerbys could see everything the store had to offer.  They sold everything here a person could possibly need except alcohol--there were already enough saloons to quench the town's thirst.  One of the Porter Brothers, L.D. left with his family in 1915 after it was apparent that Rhyolite was dead.  However, the other, H.D., became postmaster and stayed until the absolute very end.  The post office was the last business to close in Rhyolite, shutting its doors in 1919.


The Overbury Bank Building originally housed the First National Bank of Rhyolite before it moved to the Cook Bank Building (see below).  Afterwards, it housed various offices and a jewelry store.


This is the Cook Bank Building.  It cost over $90,000 to build and at one time had marble floor imported from Italy, mahogany woodwork, electric lights, telephones, and indoor plumbing.  At three stories, it was the tallest and most extravagant building in Rhyolite.  The town's post office operated out of the building's basement.


More stuff left behind from the town's settlers.  This looked like an old stove.


The Rhyolite Railroad Depot welcomed its first train on December 14, 1906.  At one time, there were 3 railway lines going in and out of Rhyolite.  By 1916, the number had dropped to one and, in 1917, the remaining rails were pulled up from the town due to the iron shortage of World War I.  Since then, the building has been used as a home, a boarding house and mess hall, a casino and bar (the 'Rhyolite Ghost Casino' still hangs on the building today), a museum and gift shop, and even served as a church for the 7 people who lived in Rhyolite in the 50's and 60's (not to mention for the crazies who wanted a 'ghost town wedding'!)



Old road signs still mark the dozens of streets left throughout the town.


This is one of three bottle houses to be built in Rhyolite.  It is made of over 30,000 bottles (most of them beer and whiskey).  Wood was a rarity in these hills but, with over 53 saloons around, bottles were not and they made an excellent building material, apparently.  This particular house was built by Tom Kelley in 1906.  It was renovated in 1925 by Paramount Studios who used it to film the silent movie Air Mail and again in 2005 by the Central Nevada Museum and Beatty Museum.


This old caboose was turned into a gas and service station in the 1930s.


Part of the Montgomery Mine. . . 


Another view of the town. . .




Just outside of town is the Goldwell Open Air Musuem, an outdoor sculpture park featuring various odd pieces of art, like this "Ghostly Last Supper" by Belgian artist Albert Szukalski.  I don't really understand art, and I wasn't QUITE sure what this had to do with Rhyolite (unless you just equate the ghosts with a ghost town), but it was fun to look at.


A few of the remaining shanties on the outskirts of Rhyolite. . . 


A few miles south of town is the Rhyolite cemetery.  It was a sad, desolate place with only a few headstones, most of them wooden with the names of those buried weathered away.  However, a few were made of stone, but still broken and unkempt.  



A view of Rhyolite and the Bullfrog Mountains from the cemetery.


So that was our day in "the most photographed ghost town in the west."  How did my traveling companions do?  Well, Jonathan was fascinated and loved it as much as I did.  Oskar got hot and had to be carried most of the day,  And Matty?  Well, Matty was still not impressed with any of it.  In fact, he slept through the whole thing.