Carol & Ken Lyon's Cross-Country Ramblings

The written-as-it-happened reflections of a couple of middle-age non-athletes as they travel across America on their recumbent bicycles.
 

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Part I:
Ventura, CA to High Island, TX
April-June 1996

Introduction & Links

1: New Bikes!

2: Anticipation

3: Leaving All

4: Fear, Courage and Foolishness

5: First Pass, First Desert

6: Drivers

7: Sun, Hills and Wind

8: In the Morning

9: Trying to Get Out of California

10: People Never Cease to Amaze

11: In the Afternoon

12: Attitude

13: Real Mountains

14: Harleys

15: A Tale of Two Cities

16: Life After Globe

17: Chateaubriand for Two

18: 2 Down, 5 To Go

19: We're Back!

20: A Hilltop Experience

21: Refiner's Fire

22: Beyond Balmorhea

23: Mid-Course Corrections

24: Out of the Desert

25: Flat and Wet

26: We Declare Victory

27: Reflections

Part II: 
Houston, TX to St. Augustine, FL
March-April 1998

28: Anticipation--Again!

29: First Day

30: High Island...Again

31: Roads and Bridges

32: Acadiana!

33: Across the Father of all Waters

34: BicycleLand

35: Event-Filled Sunday

36: Dauphin Island, Alabama

37: Louisiana & West Texas Culture

38: Reality Checks

39: Body, Mind & Soul

40: My Dad

41: It is Finished!

42: Awards

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Cross-Country Ramble 15: A Tale of Two Cities

Sent: 96-04-30 20:46:03 EDT

Palm Springs and Phoenix have a lot in common. Both are recently-big southwestern US cities plunked down in the middle of the desert. Both have access to water that they pipe in from great distances. Both have attracted big populations of retirees and snow-birds. It's been weeks since we biked through these cities, but they continue to be on my mind. I'm puzzled: how could two cities that have so much in common display such apparently different values with respect to water use?

Diving down from the high desert into the Palm Springs area as we did is like being transported instantly to the wet side of Kauai (the wettest of the Hawaiian islands). It's green. It's humid. It's lush. We see tropical plants on all sides. Where the plants aren't, there's lush green recently mown grass. Water is everywhere in evidence. Sprinklers are soaking the landscape and the excess runs down the streets. "Oasis" doesn't describe this. An oasis is defined by the surrounding desert. Here, the desert is almost out of sight and out of mind. This has more the look and feel of a wonderfully landscaped jungle movie set. It's as though a whole city--actually a whole group of cities--decided to create an effect that was as different as possible from the natural condition of the land they are built on.

Phoenix has a much different look and feel. The sides of the streets and highways are lined with the same plants we saw in the surrounding desert. The green limbs of the apparently leafless Palo Verde trees contrast with their abundant yellow blossoms. Mesquite abounds. We see all kinds of cacti, including the famous armed Saguaro. Many are blooming. Between the plants, more often than not, we see various kinds and colors of gravel and sand. Most homes and business places echo the desert theme. Phoenix is a big city that somehow has the appearance of being a community that is still part of the desert. This city seems so associated with desert that when we see a fountain used as an accent, as at the entrance to a shopping area, the sight of the naked water is almost shocking. This natural look, like the so-called natural look of some models, doesn't come without effort, of course. Phoenix is a highly landscaped city--more landscaped than most. Moreover, this natural look is not low-maintenance. We see gardeners out and about trimming and raking, and we know that irrigation systems are everywhere in place to provide the water needed to keep even desert plants looking this good.

I can't get these two cities out of my mind. It's not that one is natural and one is not. Clearly both communities spend a lot of time and effort on their makeup--uh, their public appearance. So, how did it happen? How did these two communities with so much in common decide they wanted to look so different? Well, how did they decide they should look like anything in particular anyway? Do these decisions tell us anything about their values? If so what?Ken Lyon on road near Arizona-New Mexico border on cross-country bicycle trip.

One thing I like about biking is that it gives me lots of time to turn things over in my mind. After a couple of day's reflection on what we saw in these two cities, I had some conclusions to write about, but I didn't do it. Now, after a couple of weeks of mulling, the time came to write, but the answers I thought I had have evaporated, leaving only the questions behind.

Ken

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