California Missions – Day 2

San Buenaventura Mission in Ventura, California

On our mission to visit missions this weekend, we are now at Mission San Buenaventura in Ventura. While it was kind of funny that someone had put soap in the mission fountain, my photo didn’t capture the giggle, so I opted to show the front of the complex that faces the street.

San Buenaventura Mission in Ventura, California

One thing fairly constant we are noticing is that the altars in the mission churches are fairly modest when compared to churches, even in the small villages of Europe. I suppose it should be easy to deduce that as these were convenience stops for the Roman Catholic priests on a “mission” to convert the local population of California to the ways of the church, they weren’t being built to draw a large congregation of wealthy donors to celebrate god.

Mission Santa Barbara in California

Santa Barbara is the next mission heading north from Ventura. While my aunt and uncle live nearby, we are not stopping by as were are intent on visiting as many missions as possible.

Mission Santa Barbara in California

Maybe it’s the lighting or the motifs, but something about this reminds me of the Luxor Casino and Hotel in Las Vegas.

Channel Islands from Santa Barbara, California

Time for a view of the Pacific and The Channel Islands National Park with Anacapa Island on the left and Santa Cruz Island on the right.

Mission Santa Inés in Solvang, California

The third mission of the day is Santa Inés in Solvang, California.

Mission Santa Inés in Solvang, California

A very small chapel indeed with the most modest altar we’ve seen yet.

Solvang, California

When in Solvang, one must visit Solvang proper and take in some Danish-inspired architecture and some Aebleskivers which are a kind of apple donuts drizzled with raspberry syrup.

Mission La Purísima Concepción in Lompoc, California

And finally, number four of the day and sixth of the trip is Mission La Purísima Concepción in Lompoc, California. This historic outpost is now known as La Purísima Mission State Historic Park and is managed by the state.

Mission La Purísima Concepción in Lompoc, California

This is a beautiful facility and has capped our mission to see missions with a jewel. If we were easily entertained (which we are NOT), we would have opted to stay home and watch TV (if we watched TV), but instead, we have driven about 850 miles this weekend to visit another part of California’s history as seen through the eyes of the Spaniards intent on colonizing this part of the North American continent at a time when there was no concern for indigenous peoples’ beliefs.

Mission La Purísima Concepción in Lompoc, California

Right or wrong (mostly wrong), history is what it is and is unchangeable. That doesn’t diminish our curiosity to see where our ancestors lived, how they did so, and to see the impact of their actions. While it is easy to visit California and see the conquerors’ history and rewards, it is not so easy to know the native people’s perspective, sadly.

Mission La Purísima Concepción in Lompoc, California

Thick adobe walls and old wood can make for some of the coziest feeling places. Should we ever own a home we decide to build, there will have to be a room for me that has some of these qualities for my creative explorations.

Mission La Purísima Concepción in Lompoc, California

Fortunately, I won’t be looking to this for inspiration for my kitchen, though I do love the colors. Hmm, the more I think about it, if I could have this with a few modern conveniences hidden within I’d go for it.

Mission La Purísima Concepción in Lompoc, California

And then, if all that was our home, Caroline and I would probably look like these two snuggling and comfy-looking pigs in the afternoon sun. These may be the two most beautiful pigs I will see in my lifetime.

Caroline Wise and John Wise at Mission La Purísima Concepción in Lompoc, California

You just knew that the day had to include a selfie of us.

California Missions – Day 1

San Gabriel Mission, California

Mission San Gabriel Arcángel in the Los Angeles area was the first mission I ever visited as a kid while on a field trip in Junior High. The Mission San Gabriel Arcángel is only about 12 miles west of where I grew up in West Covina.

San Gabriel Mission, California

Twenty-one missions were built between 1683 and 1834 along a 600-mile length of road known as El Camino Real, or Royal Road, from San Diego in the south to as far north as Sonoma, California, and are roughly 30 miles apart to facilitate travel on horseback. This was the fourth mission in the chain.

San Gabriel Mission, California

There are many exhibits and artifacts on display at the mission, which also creates a learning opportunity.

San Gabriel Mission, California

This is Saint Junípero Serra, the founder of 9 of the 21 missions that were built in what was known at the time as the Province of Las Californias, New Spain, before it became part of the United States. It was back in 1988 that Pope John Paul II beatified Serra, elevating him to sainthood.

San Gabriel Mission, California

From San Gabriel, we drove northwest to Mission Hills to visit Mission San Fernando Rey de España. Baby Jesus and his mother, Mary, were figuratively there to greet us.

San Gabriel Mission, California

I’d like to be snarky and say, “Junípero Serra once slept here,” but that would likely be a lie.

San Gabriel Mission, California

Continuing with the snark, I could try, “This is the actual table where Jesus and his 12 apostles…..” I should stop with this.

San Gabriel Mission, California

The altar from Mission San Fernando Rey de España.

San Gabriel Mission, California

The Spanish influence on architecture in California is unmistakable.

La Brea Tar Pits in Los Angeles, California

Taking a break from the missions, we headed for a secular museum. Although we were not here to visit the La Brea Tar Pits on this trip to California, we were going next door to the Los Angeles County Museum of Art.

Los Angeles County Museum of Art in California

Because art inspires us to enter the imagination of someone else as opposed to basking in the beauty of nature that follows certain rules, we see within other’s creations the breaking of rules and making new realities.

Los Angeles County Museum of Art in California

This work is from Andrès Marzal de Sas (school of) and is titled “Saint Michael Fighting the Dragon.” I can’t help but think of Matthias Grünewald, who painted the Isenheim Altarpiece (currently housed in Colmar, France) when I saw this.

Los Angeles County Museum of Art in California

This eagle-headed deity is from Iraq in the 9th century B.C.

When visiting museums, there are a thousand things to see, millions if not billions, when you consider the details in each object or painting. We can never see a fraction of what’s here, even if we glance at every object on display. At best, we might learn of something out of history we didn’t know about that acts as the spark to dig deeper into a subject matter we hadn’t considered before these moments.

Camping at Diamond Creek – Day 3

Grand Canyon National Park, Arizona

Diamond Peak as seen in the rearview mirror as we leave our first-ever campsite next to the Colorado River.

Grand Canyon National Park, Arizona

The feeling that we are driving in the Grand Canyon makes this exit a thrilling experience.

Grand Canyon National Park, Arizona

We’ve been making frequent stops on the way out for extra photographs, so we might linger in the memories of this experience should we never again get to camp out in the Grand Canyon.

Cabin near Route 66 in Northern Arizona

There were the remnants of three or four elk carcasses near this old cabin from hunters who decided this was as good a place as any to butcher their kill; I’ll spare you the photos of bleaching rib cages.

Train off Route 66 in northern Arizona

Trains are kind of like forests; we’ll always pause to check them out and admire just what they are. One carries beauty and delivers oxygen, while the other carries freight and delivers stuff.

Ranch House Cafe in Ash Fork, Arizona

Time for some hot food here in Ash Fork on Interstate 40. Our stay out next to the Colorado on Diamond Creek was a calm respite away from most everything. The only thing missing was the opportunity to jump on one of the rafts and have a short ride downriver to a trail where we could have walked back to our camp. I’m not sure something like that even exists, but I can dream.