Twelve years ago today, a pensive marmot and I enjoyed this vista in Rocky Mountain National Park.
I wrote a bit about why I don’t delete a bunch of my “throwaway” photos: In Defense of Not Deleting Photos.
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I wrote this piece for a magazine that doesn’t seem to be around anymore, so I’m republishing it: rscottjones.com/where-i-g…
“I think that’s why I treasure this place so much. Every time I visit, I can relive that childhood sense of wonder at what might lie over there—whether “over there” refers to a cluster of ruins at the canyon’s edge, or just a mundane pile of rocks in the distance. …a place that’s meant to be explored and investigated, not a place to blandly stroll from interpretative marker to interpretative marker.”
In 2012, I was headed to a family reunion outside of Denver, but instead decided to fly to KC and then drive across Kansas to get there. I could hit some national park units on the way, and maybe(🤷♂️) there would be something interesting to see in the state?
It was an unexpected blast. I wrote a bit about it at Roadside Oddities of the Prairielands.
And here is a short video, taken on this day in 2012, that helped spark things as well.
We visited the Atomic Legacy Cabin in Grand Junction five yrs ago today, as part of our quest to visit the major sites of the Manhattan Project. This office was home to the Colorado Raw Materials Office, which refined uranium mined in the region comprising ~15% of the total uranium concentrate used.
The Gunnison River in Colorado, on this day in 2019.
Five years ago today, I enjoyed #FootPathFriday with some new friends.
#opcOnThisDay in 2018, I rode a sidecar all the way to the Republic of Molossia. Quite the journey.
Sadly, we didn’t have an appointment and the entire nation was not home to greet us https://www.molossia.org
Ran across this six years ago today near Virginia City, Nevada. And I am still confused.
We stopped by Coal Mine Canyon #opcOnThisDay in 2017.
#opcOnThisDay in 2018, we finally made it to the Black Rock Desert-High Rock Canyon Emigrant Trails National Conservation Area, which *has got* to be the longest name in public lands conservation, right? #nevada #burningman #roadtrip
My buddy Brian is in American Samoa, and closing in on finishing his own quest to visit all 400+ National Park units. He’s now at 427/429, with just Amache NHS & New England NHT left. As long as Blackwell School NHS doesn’t become official before then, he’ll finish in Oct—a HUGE accomplishment!
I officially adopted a new quest #opcOnThisDay in 2018: scenic driving all 22 major paved passes over the Sierra Nevada mountain range! Here’s a shot from that day as we completed Ebbetts Pass. We haven’t made much progress on this one recently, but I suspect that will change in the next year or two.
https://rscottjones.com/quests/sierra-mountain-passes-quest/
Candleview (Bandalier National Monument, July 3 2016)
Early Twitter: the golden age of social-to-IRL community
Early Twitter was amazing for social community building—the absolute golden era of social media, imo.
I was reminded of that when I ran across some photos from a coworking space’s anniversary event that happened 14 years ago today.
Here’s a photo of about half of our #cwmn group—aka, Co-Working Monday Nights—which was just a dozen of us who had self-organized on twitter to show up at a particular coffeeshop after dinner every Monday to get some work done while also getting in some social time.
It was one of many social groups that formed here in Phoenix via twitter in those early years—back when it was primarily used for social purposes, not content distribution, newsmaking, doomscrolling, or mindless entertainment.
These “tweetups” were free and open to the public, and you generally introduced yourself by your twitter handle, not your actual name (unless your handle was, say, “rscottjones”).1 The only real thing that connected us together was primarily that we, well, used twitter and lived in metro Phoenix and were willing to meet other people who did too. You just ran across a tweet about something and decided, yeah, sure I’ll go to that.
There was #smunch, a monthly Saturday morning brunch that often took over smaller restaurants. And a series of Phoenix Friday Nights get togethers scattered across the Valley, including #dtfn (Downtown Friday Night), #evfn (East Valley Friday Night), #wvfn (West Valley Friday Night), and #nvfn (North Valley Friday Night). I co-hosted that last one, #nvfn, with someone I met at a monthly #smcphx gathering (yep, another tweetup). #FirstFriday gathered twitter users each month for Phoenix’s art walk. And #NightOwls, a #cwmn-like event held at the coworking space this photo was taken at. I also participated in #commpose, which was organized by copywriters but seemed to focus on writing in general. There were also plenty of one-time or irregular events, such as the charity event #Twestival, plus other minor get-togethers that were advertised nearly exclusively via twitter.
I met soooo many people during those events, many of whom have remained dear friends—people I truly love. It was a big personal stretch for me to just show up to random events where I knew no one, but there was such a welcoming vibe at each of them that any initial angst disappeared almost immediately.
I miss those times.
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It’s funny how those usernames have stuck. I was texting with @design_gal and @clowerpower this morning, and am grabbing bbq breakfast tacos with @wayneswhirled tomorrow morning.ngr) ↩︎
I ran across an “easter egg” in a DeLorme Atlas & Gazetteer for Arizona eight years ago today. Apparently, every DeLorme state atlas has one of these special joke symbols, except for Maine, a tradition that started in 1986. A hero from the UK named Robin has a photo collection of the ones she’s found, but needs help with the last four.
Hey, it’s a #WaterfallWednesday photo from #opcOnThisDay in 2017, a thin strand viewed from the Million Dollar Highway in Colorado. #twofer
Ten years ago today, I was hiking in the Phoenix Mountains Preserve when a haboob blew thru.