Finally unblocked? Hmm…maybe.

The year 2025 was not a great year for my artistic progress. I did almost no painting. On the other hand, it was a great year for travel. Greg and I loved every minute of our time on the road, and I have no regrets.

When we got back home, though, I was determined to get back to painting. Unfortunately, the artistic block that has been plaguing me for the last few years had become a metaphorical cement wall so tall and wide that I couldn’t figure out how to get past it.

After floundering for months, feeling guilty because I talked a lot about painting but never actually did any, I realized that a large part of my paralysis was due to the fact that I needed to acquire additional skills in order to improve, but I didn’t know how to go about acquiring them.

I finally decided that I needed to allow myself to experiment, which meant that I had to be prepared to make really bad art…and possibly for a long time. (Not that I’ve exactly been making “good” art up to now. LOL) I consoled myself with the knowledge that although I may run out of lifetime before I get to the point where I feel like an “artist,” I won’t get there any faster by doing nothing.

With the decision made to experiment and completely let go of the final result, my block dissolved. I’m painting again! So here are a few of my recent efforts.

This painting is the last painting I did from Rick Surowicz’s Negative Painting class. I was working on finishing up his course before we left for our trip out west. If you want to see the other paintings I did from this class, you can see them here. Basically, negative painting involves painting around a subject in order to reveal its form. I chose a reference photo of a bunch of old, rusty pipes in a junkyard because the scene gave me lots of contrast and opportunities to paint around things.

I am currently taking a Texture Techniques class with Bradley Hendershot. If you’ve never seen anything that he or his father Ray have painted, you are truly missing out. Their paintings are gorgeous, and they are true masters of creating texture in their paintings.

Anyway, the purpose of this assignment was to use the spattering technique to create foreground foliage. With the spattering technique, you load a stiff-bristled brush like a stenciling brush with paint in just the right consistency (no easy task!) and then use your finger along the bristles to spatter the paint onto the paper. Getting the right angle is quite the trick. The wall in children #3 and #4’s bedroom is well decorated now. (Don’t tell Greg.)

When I first showed this painting to Greg, there was dead silence. I finally explained, “I was practicing creating texture,” to which he replied, “Well, there certainly is texture!”

You can’t tell by looking at this painting, but I basically threw every texture technique I could think of at it. I used masking fluid. I dripped paint all over it and then tipped the board every which way to get it to flow together. I pounded the wet paper with the plastic device I use to open tubes of watercolor paint. I used a ruling pen to create lines through the wet paint. I took a water misting bottle and rolled it around in the wet paint. I spattered. I used the dry brush technique to make the wood of the window look older. I lifted out parts to create lighter areas. And what did it get me? Not much, honestly. Oh, well. I love the colors. LOL

Our assignment for this week is to create snow-capped mountains by scraping paint off the paper using a a razor blade. Hopefully, I can produce something realistic-looking without bleeding all over the paper.

Meteor Crater

On Tuesday, we began the long trek home.

Our first stop along Interstate 40 was Winslow, Arizona, the home of Meteor Crater.

After setting up the RV at Meteor Crater RV Park, we headed down the road to see the crater itself.

The signs along the road were adorable.

We got there late in the afternoon, so we weren’t able to get good pictures because the crater was partly in shadow.

Way down there at the bottom of the crater is a 6-ft-tall replica of an astronaut. You can only see it with binoculars.

After watching a video about the discovery of the crater and the investigation to determine what had caused it, we participated in a guided tour.

Our tour guide

Our tour guide told us that NASA astronauts train at the crater, and he was very excited that he had gotten to meet one.

Meteor Crater is one of the world’s best-preserved meteor craters.

It was created 50,000 years ago and is about a mile in diameter and 560 ft deep. The sides rise about 148 ft above the surrounding landscape.

Sadly, the photos really don’t do it justice. It is quite startling in person.

Historic Railroad Trail

On Monday, we decided to get out the bikes and go for a ride.

First, we rode the Historic Railroad Trail, which we had seen from the Lake Mead Overlook the day before.

Trail from Lake Mead overlook

When the Hoover Dam was being built, all the workers stayed together at what became Boulder City. A railroad was cut through the mountain to take materials to the dam.

We rode our bikes from the campground to the trailhead.

There are about four or five tunnels that you can walk or ride through between Boulder City and the Hoover Dam, which is only about three and a half miles away.

Greg,  heading toward one of the tunnels
Me, trying not to fall over while looking behind me.
Some of the tunnels still have their timber framing.

The trail provided a pretty view of Lake Mead and the marina.

River Mountains Loop Trail

Next, we biked in the other direction down the River Mountains Loop trail. It went past the campground and continued along Lake Mead for a little while.

We only went about 5 miles on the trail because the inclines, although not steep, were very long.

It wasn’t until we turned around and headed back that we realized we had been going uphill for so long. We both thought we were simply too old and tired to bike very far!

Although the trail wasn’t particularly populated, we did encounter a couple of other people on our bike ride.

After our ride, we headed back to the campground for lunch.

Greg wanted to rent some Sea-Doos to take out on Lake Mead for the afternoon, but the marina had stopped renting them for the season.

Hoover Dam

On Sunday morning, we headed to Hoover Dam to take a tour.

Greg, standing in front of one of the cement buckets.
A diversion tunnel, used to divert the Colorado River while they were building the Hoover Dam.
Our tour guide, talking about the building of the dam.
Our other tour guide, leading us down one of the many tunnels within the mountain.
Greg, walking down one of the ventilation shafts.
One of the inspection tunnels. The inside of the dam is honeycombed with tunnels.
The Lake Mead side of the Hoover Dam.
I have no idea how those people got into our picture!

Mike O’Callaghan – Pat Tillman Memorial Bridge

After leaving Hoover Dam, we stopped at the Mike O’Callaghan – Pat Tillman Memorial Bridge overlook. Walking out onto the bridge, we got a great view of the Hoover Dam.

Lake Mead overlook

Just before arriving back at the campground, we stopped at the Lake Mead overlook.

Valley of Fire State Park

After a yummy lunch of grilled ribeye steak, mashed potatoes, and broccoli, we headed to Valley of Fire State Park.

I had no idea what to expect from this state park, but it was fantastic! I wish we had set aside more time to enjoy it.

Unfortunately, it took over an hour to get there, and Greg wanted to be back to the campground before dark, which meant we only had about an hour and a half to see it.

Balanced Rock

We even got to see a couple of desert bighorn sheep!

Valley of Fire State Park had some very interesting-looking hikes, but we didn’t have the time to try any of them. Maybe next time.

Sunset

On the way back to the campground, we stopped at a couple of overlooks to enjoy the sunset.

No Kings protest

Greg and I started our morning at Lake Mead by attending the No Kings protest in nearby Henderson.

The crowd filled both sides of the street. The event organizer told us that a thousand people had signed up to attend in this Red city.

We didn’t feel like we should let our vacation get in the way of doing our patriotic duty.

I wasn’t really sure what to expect, but it was a lot of fun!

Even the frogs were in attendance!

There were some great signs, too!

Some folks wore their patriotism…

Even the dogs were showing their patriotism!

And many of the cars passing by honked their horns to show their support, waved American flags, or gave us the thumbs up!

After the rally, Greg and I had fast food for lunch before heading back to the campground.

Kayaking on Lake Mead

After finishing setting up the camper at our site last night, Greg and I drove down to the beach to see where we might be able to launch our kayak. Greg had his heart set on kayaking while we were here.

The sun was just beginning to set, and the sky was a lovely shade of blue and pink.

We even got to see a couple pairs of mallard ducks.

So after the No Kings protest and our fast food lunch, we headed to the beach with our kayak.

There was a separate beach just for kayaks and canoes.

After our kayak trip, we headed to the laundromat to do what we hope will be our last load of laundry for this trip.

Grand Canyon

Well, if you want to see the Grand Canyon without crowds, the time to go is mid-October.

On Wednesday, the weather was cold and windy. We decided to drive Desert View Drive and stop at the various overlooks along the way. The idea of a hike in that cold wind was unappealing.

We started at the Desert View Watchtower, the furthest point along Desert View Drive.
The inside of the Desert View Watchtower was covered in Native American art and petroglyphs.

The weather on Thursday was significantly better, largely because the wind was non-existent.

Our original plan had been to bike Hermit Road, but we decided it was still too cold to spend a lot of time outdoors. Instead, we opted for the shuttle bus.

I’ve come to the conclusion that no photograph can do justice to the Grand Canyon. The closest one can come to portraying the magnitude and awesomeness of this geographical feature is through paintings.

Painted by Thomas Moran
Painted by Benjamin Chambers Brown
Painted by Gunnar Widforss
Painted by Stefan Baumann

I am looking forward to trying my hand at capturing the Grand Canyon in watercolor once we get home.

The Colorado River, still looking muddy.

Sadly, we only had two days at the Grand Canyon, and we didn’t make the most of them. I would have loved to have hiked the South Kaibab Trail, but neither one of us was feeling energetic enough.

I would also have loved a plane ride through the canyon!

Today, we arrived at our final planned stop for this camping trip, Lake Mead and Hoover Dam.

Almost there! It doesn’t look like we are coming up on a lake!
Our campground is right on Lake Mead.

After this stop, we begin the long journey home.

Lower Antelope Canyon

Our tour of Lower Antelope Canyon was canceled on Sunday due to flooding, but we were able to reschedule for Monday.

We had an amazing time. Our guide, a young Native American woman named Jo, was wonderful. She was cheery, relaxed, patient, and everything you could want in a guide. Informative, too.

Entering the canyon.

Lower Antelope Canyon is quite different from Upper Antelope Canyon.

First of all, we walked to the entrance of Lower Antelope Canyon rather than drove. Second, Lower Antelope Canyon involved climbing up and down ladders, both to get into and out of the canyon as well as while we were walking through it. And whereas the floor of Upper Antelope Canyon was fairly wide, the passageways of Lower Antelope Canyon were much tighter.

The toe holes in the rock face on the left are how people used to climb this wall. They would use the toe holes and pull themselves up with a rope.
The man and child in the photo above were foreign tourists. Greg and I never did figure out what language they were speaking.
Can you see the face of the Indian woman with her hair blowing back in the photo above?
None of these photos were edited. I don’t know how we got such beautiful colors.
This photo (above) shows how narrow and maze-like much of the canyon was.
Can you see the face of the Indian chieftain in the rock on the left?
To get out of the canyon, we had to climb a set of stairs. This is what the slot canyon looked like from outside.

After our tour of Lower Antelope Canyon, we headed back to the campground and relaxed for the rest of the day. (Well, aside from one quick trip to the grocery store.)

There is so much more we could have done while we were staying in Page, but it was really nice to just relax around our campsite much of the time.

Onward to the Grand Canyon!

Navajo Canyon boat tour

We have really lucked out with the weather on this trip. The forecast called for showers the morning of our Navajo Canyon boat tour, but the sun was out, and the temperature was perfect.

That is Tower Butte in the distance. You can take a helicopter ride and land on the top, which gives you a 360° view of the surrounding area.
Navajo Canyon
The Navajo Tapestry. If you look carefully, you can see animals and Native American chieftains in the patterns on the rock face.
We were told that the white rock and the red rock are the same type of rock. However, the white rock has been calcified by the water. Where white changes over to red is the demarcation line of where the water level used to be.
Heading back to Wahweap Marina, which you can see in the distance.

Lunch at Wahweap Resort and Marina

After returning from our tour of Navajo Canyon, we had lunch at the resort. It was very good!

Wahweap Overlook

On our way back to the campground after lunch, we stopped at the Wahweap Overlook.

Other scenic overlooks

Since we had the time, we stopped at the other overlooks along the way. Lake Powell is basically a wide section of the Colorado River created by the Glen Canyon Dam. It has more than 96 water-filled side canyons, of which Navajo Canyon and Antelope Canyon are two.

Scenic Drive

Next, we took the short Scenic Drive, which provided an overlook of the Glen Canyon Dam and the Colorado River.

Upper Antelope Canyon

Despite cloudy skies, the rain held off the morning of our tour of Upper Antelope Canyon.

I can’t say that I particularly enjoyed the tour. I didn’t expect so many people to be there, and our tour guide was rather grumpy.

All of the tours in this area are run by Native Americans.

I’m coming to the conclusion that Native Americans are a taciturn bunch in general. I don’t know whether it is a cultural thing (similar to how Rhode Islanders feel about outsiders) or whether it is bitterness over how they have been treated historically by white people.

Either way, I get the distinct impression that they hold tourists in poorly contained contempt. In all fairness to them, though, whenever someone showed interest in their culture and history, they became much more friendly and open.

It was virtually impossible to get photos without other people in them during our tour.

Since we were hurried through the canyon like an assembly line, and our guide got annoyed when people held up the line to take photos, I gave up worrying about photos shortly after the tour started.

The tour guide took this photo for another one of the tourists. I asked her if she could share it with me, which she happily agreed to do. Notice the heart shape that the rock makes.

At first, our tour guide did not want to take photos for people. He said that he was technically not allowed to touch other people’s cameras. Eventually, he relented and began acting as group photographer.

Upper Antelope Slot Canyon was truly beautiful. The flow of the rock face was unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.

Powell Museum and Archives

Since the weather forecast predicted rain, we headed to Powell Museum and Archives next.

The docent was a native of Page and clearly enjoyed sharing his knowledge with visitors. I enjoyed talking to him.

Horseshoe Bend…again!

Since it was a cloudy day, we decided to stop by Horseshoe Bend again and see if we could get better pictures than we had the day before.

I would love to take a boat ride through Horseshoe Bend before we head to the Grand Canyon, but I don’t know if it will happen.