Thursday, October 30, 2014

Vintage Vegas – Halloween and Nevada Day

When I was a kid, I thought all children got a day off of school for Halloween.


When I was growing up in Las Vegas, we celebrated Nevada Day on the day the state gained statehood in 1864, October 31, no matter what day of the week it fell on.

This led me to believe that Halloween was a full-fledged holiday that everyone had off.

Here I am in those early days, before I understood that (sadly) the entire world did not get the day off to dress up and trick-or-treat.
 
Since 2000, Nevada Day has been celebrated on the last Friday of the month, which this year falls on Halloween.

You can learn more about Nevada Day history at the Civil War Re-enactments this weekend at Spring Mountain Ranch.

Friday, October 24, 2014

A Sunday Drive to Mount Charleston

If you want to feel crisp fall air, take a drive to Mount Charleston.


I didn't see a lot of fall color on my drive up to Mt. Charleston last weekend, but the temperature was cool and the views were beautiful.

Mt. Charleston Peak (the bald peak) is on the far left and part of Mummy Mountain is on the right.

Mt. Charleston Lodge is at the top of the road in Kyle Canyon.

Mummy Mountain

View from near the visitor center that's under construction (thankfully taking the place of a failed golf course).


Have you been up to Mt. Charleston recently? Any more color over in Lee Canyon?

If you're looking for fall color, Utah and Arizona have beautiful mountain drives this time of year.
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Pictures by me, Terrisa Meeks

Friday, October 17, 2014

Las Vegas Day Trips – Eldorado Canyon and Nelson, Nevada

Eldorado Canyon, about an hour’s drive outside Las Vegas, is a rugged desert canyon bursting with history and a wildly picturesque ghost town/museum.

If you’re a photographer, be prepared to almost faint when you see the restored ghost town of Nelson in Eldorado Canyon. It’s a popular backdrop for photogs in the know, so much so that a Google search results in several pages of wedding and portrait photography websites before you get to any actual history about the place.

Eldorado Canyon’s heyday was in the mid-1800s, when the canyon held many mines, most notably the Techatticup Mine (no longer producing gold, but now open for tours).

At the mouth of the canyon, Nelson’s Landing was once a port for steamships that traveled up and down the navigable portions of the Colorado River to the Gulf of California, then onward to the Pacific.

Many years after the miners and steamboats were gone, Nelson’s Landing was the site of one of Nevada’s worst disasters. In 1974 a massive flash flood destroyed a settlement at the mouth of the canyon. A 40-foot wall of water obliterated everything in its path, killing at least nine people and washing away trailers, cars, a restaurant, boats, and part of a dock.

Today, the wash bears no evidence of its former life. It looks as wild as it can be, except for the prevalence of trash and broken glass. It’s a popular place for jumping off cliffs and launching kayak tours upriver toward Hoover Dam.

We did not jump off any cliffs or do any kayaking, although we got a flat tire (quickly fixed by David, my hubby) and I took a lot of pictures. Actually, more than a lot… way, way more than a lot.

I briefly thought I was going to have to jump in the murky, weedy, nasty-looking water at the Lake Mojave shoreline when Gigi was apparently struck with the thought that it might be a good idea to jump in the water. 

She loves to play in shallow water, and when she saw the lake, she ran to its edge. Then she stopped her dainty splashing, gazed out at the lake and wiggled in her middle as though she planned on leaping in. “Don’t you even think about it,” I told her (with my “I mean business” voice), and she dutifully came back.

In Nelson, I took over a hundred pictures, while Gigi dragged David into shaded areas. I read later that Nelson has a terrible rattlesnake problem, which explained the pictures of the huge (dead) rattlesnakes I saw in the museum.

I was just glad I didn’t disturb any living ones while I was in a kind of photographic delirium, what with the old cars and the teddy bear cactus and the scattered, eclectic collection of old tools and memorabilia.






At the end of our wonderful day, we walked up to our car just in time to catch the first of the professional photo shoot crews arriving. Their model, who was dressed in an orange and yellow snakeskin body suit and stripper heels, was checking her make-up in the reflection of my Jeep’s back windows.

It was the perfect ending to the day.


Nelson makes a perfect Sunday outing. Be sure to gas up and bring food; there’s no restaurant or store. (And make sure you have a spare.)

Other great ghost towns not far from Las Vegas include Grafton, Utah, outside of Zion & Rhyolite, outside of Death Valley.

Do you have a favorite ghost town?
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All pictures by me,Terrisa Meeks. You can see more pictures of my day in Nelson at flickr.

Thursday, October 09, 2014

Off the Red Rock Loop - Calico Basin

A place with a boardwalk over a delicate meadow, a big picnic area, and desert trails.

For our hike last Sunday, Gigi and I went to Calico Basin.

First, we tootled around the boardwalk, which was full of families, late-blooming plants (thank you, rain), bees, dragonflies, and birds.


Next, we took the desert trail to the top of the small hill overlooking the parking lot.



It was a beautiful morning with not a touch of fall, just the thought of cooler days to come. Can’t wait.


Been out to Red Rock lately?
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All pictures by Terrisa Meeks


Thursday, October 02, 2014

The First Hike of Fall

Last weekend the temps dropped to the 80° range in Las Vegas, perfect weather for carpe-ing the diem and heading to Red Rock for a hike with my dog.

It was actually more a “nature walk” than a “hike” since I didn’t even have to put socks on, but I think it counts as a hike any time the possibility exists, even remotely, that you might fall off a cliff.

One thing you’ll notice that’s absent from my pictures: hordes of people. I love the Red Rock Loop and Calico Basin, but both are loaded with people on the weekends. My objective, when hiking/nature walking, is to get away from people, which is why I headed to the trail just outside of 13 Mile Campground.

The ground was covered in tiny flowers, and the clouds were low.

My hiking buddy, Gigi, impatiently tolerated me snapping pictures. I knew it was time to put away the camera when she started whining to tell me, “Stop taking pictures and come on!”

Naturally, she was right. The desert is so beautiful that I have a hard time not photographing it, but its true beauty can only be experienced, not captured.


This hiking season, I plan to do more trails outside The Loop. Anyone have any favorite off-the-Loop trails?
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All pictures by Terrisa Meeks


Thursday, September 25, 2014

Out with Firefly, in with Nacho Daddy

A Tony Hsieh restaurant fave is opening a location on West Sahara, taking over the building that formerly housed Firefly.


11/20 Update: All the renovations are done and Nacho Daddy "Summerlin" at 9560 W. Sahara is set to open on Tuesday, November 25, 2014.

Sept. 25, 2014: The Firefly sign came off the building last week and the dumpster’s getting full at the new Nacho Daddy location near Summerlin (for all of you who think Sahara and Grand Canyon is Summerlin, it’s not—but it’s really close).  

One of Nacho Daddy’s signature items is a shot of tequila with a scorpion (the “world famous scorpion shot”), which tells me that I’ll be looking for a certain kind of lunch companion when I visit their establishment. (And by “certain kind,” I mean “easily talked into swallowing a scorpion.”)

Firefly’s location now is 3824 Paradise Road.

Are you a Nacho Daddy fan?
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Photo by Terrisa Meeks

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Vegas Pics – Mother Nature vs. I15

Last week, Mother Nature decided to take out  I15. After the water subsided, the trucks got to work.


On Monday, September 8, flash flooding demolished large parts of I15 north of Las Vegas. After the waters receded, crews from Las Vegas went to work rebuilding the roadway.

My hubby was among the many who worked long hours last week to repair the interstate. He managed to get this shot of the damaged road.

It reminded of something my dad used to say: “We have flood control. When it rains, the flood is in control.”

Monday’s  flooding was extensive in Southern Nevada, Arizona, and parts of Southern California. What kind of damage have you seen after last week’s floods?
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Photo courtesy of David Meeks

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Vintage Vegas - Lake Mead in Better Days

At one time, it was unfathomable that Lake Mead might ever fail to support Las Vegas. There was no “bathtub ring,” and there were no worries about water shortages.


Today, we face a much different reality.


When I was a kid, the fact that Lake Mead was the nation’s largest reservoir was a matter of local pride.


My dad told scary stories about the lake that left me wary of going very far from shore: stories about man-sized catfish living close to the dam, people pulled underwater and swept away by the currents, and other PG versions of his bartender tall tales.
Me & Dad at Lake Mead
In my childhood years, my family enjoyed the lake from the safety of the marina (usually Echo Bay or Lake Mead Marina). Each marina had a restaurant and the Lake Mead Marina had a shop where you could buy bags of popcorn or bread to feed the carp, who went into a feeding frenzy almost as soon as the first scrap of food hit the water. My dad once lost a pair of glasses to a carp that had its mouth wide open at just the right moment.

Today, both Lake Mead Marina and Echo Bay Marina are gone from their original locations.

Lake Mead Marina moved and is now a part of what’s called Las Vegas Boat Harbor. In 2007, before it had to move, I was able to take my son to the Lake Mead Marina; it's mostly dry land in this area now.
Lake Mead Marina, 2007, in its original location. See the "bathtub ring" on the hill?
In 2011, my family staycationed at Lake Las Vegas, and we spent our days exploring the lake. We went to Echo Bay, and I was stunned to see how low the water was. I remembered going there as a kid, when the Echo Bay's hotel, restaurant, and bar were busy enough that my dad considered taking a job there.
Echo Bay in 2011
Last year, the Echo Bay Marina closed.  Over the past few months, several news outlets have featured pictures of the structure’s remains left sitting atop the dried-up former lake bed.

Low water levels are changing the appearance of the lake in drastic ways, and for those of us who’ve known Lake Mead for many years, seeing the water levels drop elicits a mix of sadness, fear, and wonder.


Do you remember Lake Mead before the “bathtub ring”?
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All pictures by Terrisa Meeks

Tuesday, August 05, 2014

First Friday in the Las Vegas Arts District

Las Vegas’ monthly festival in the Arts District featured some intriguing (and kinda bizarre) art this month.


Since it was August 1 last Friday, I took my hubby and son Downtown to First Friday.

My hubby almost melted.

“I’m worried that people think I’m having a heart attack,” he said, someplace on the other side of Bar + Bistro, as the sweat ran off him in impressive amounts. It was about 105°F, which my son and I found only mildly hot, while my beloved was about to burst into flames.

Before we hurried to the air conditioned car, we took in the sights of First Friday, which reportedly has taken a new turn toward more art and less drinking:












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Have you been to First Friday lately?


All pictures & video by Terrisa Meeks


Thursday, July 24, 2014

Remembering James Garner

Last Saturday, James Garner passed away at the age of 86. In 1975, I met him when he was filming a “Rockford Files” episode in Las Vegas.

In the 70s, I had a huge crush on James Garner, regardless of the fact that he was only a few years younger than my dad. Whenever I envisioned meeting him (which I estimated to be about as likely as a Yeti showing up in my backyard), I always pictured a happy, magical experience featuring the best hair day of my life, loads of witty remarks (made by me), and fashionable attire that would say, “Yes, I’m 12, but a very grown-up 12.”

Things did not work out that way on the day I met him. Not even close.

When I heard Garner was in Las Vegas filming a “Rockford Files” episode, I thought it was thrilling—from a distance. I didn’t have any desire to actually meet him. My dad worked at the Aladdin, where some of the show was being filmed, and he told us stories about the show and its star. That was close enough for me.

I don’t know if Dad made special arrangements for me to meet Garner, or if I just happened to be with Dad on a day they were filming at the hotel. I know it would have been nice to have had some kind of warning. I was not looking fashionable at all. I was too scared to be witty. And it was definitely not a good hair day.

When Dad and I arrived at the hotel that day, we went right to the front valet entrance, where filming was underway. They were shooting scenes of Garner speeding away from the Aladdin (yes, in his classic gold Firebird), out onto Las Vegas Boulevard. During a break, Dad walked over to where Garner was standing and they started talking. Maybe, just maybe, I thought, Dad would forget I was there. Or perhaps the earth would conveniently swallow me.

When I saw the two of them looking in my direction, I realized (with great horror) that I was going to be expected to speak. In sentences. To James Garner.

I sidestepped. I slouched and hid behind tall people. Dad frowned and craned his neck, looking for me in the crowd. Even worse, Garner started looking around for me. I really had no choice but to step forward, wearing my fuzzy white cap, purple corduroys, and frumpy pink sweater.

I have no recollection of what anyone said. I remember I said polite and courteous things like I wasn’t in a state of shock, and I remember Garner being very kind.

Later on, Dad asked Garner for his autograph.



Luckily, I didn’t have to be present. 
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Saturday, June 14, 2014

In Memoriam - Officer Igor Soldo, Officer Alyn Beck, and Joseph Wilcox

Las Vegas has been grieving this week for the three men killed on Sunday, June 8, 2014: Las Vegas Metro Officers Alyn Beck and Igor Soldo, and a couragous citizen, Joseph Wilcox.

Today the Smith Center was filled with men and women paying their final respects to Beck; just a few days ago, the community said good-bye to Soldo. 

Services for Joseph Wilcox are set for June 22. 


The community is rallying around the families of the fallen. The Review Journal and Channel 8 both have lists of ways you can can help. Fundraisers to raise money for the families are still going on. 


Donations for the officers can also be made to the IPOF (Injured Police Officers Fund). Condolences for the Metro Officers can be sent via email to pio@lvmpd.com, and Metro plans on creating a memorial wall of the messages.


As a former member of the Metro Family, I've had a hard time this week. My thoughts and prayers are with the families of the fallen and all the members of Metro.


Thursday, May 29, 2014

Saturday Lunch in Las Vegas at Cantina Laredo

Tacos and Margaritas at Tivoli Village's "modern" Mexican restaurant. 

The atmosphere at Cantina Laredo on a recent Saturday at 1 p.m.:  Pleasant, with an inviting vibe. Not crowded. Pretty much just what I'm looking for in a Saturday lunch spot. 

Pros:

  • My lunch companion, my good friend Diane, who never gives me a bad time about taking pictures of the food.
  • The expensive (but worth it) "Cabo Flip" Margarita ($12.75).
  • Flavorful food.

Cons:

  • The service, which rocked at first, but when we lingered, we were ignored. (Note to waiters: we ladies like to linger on Saturdays, and if you come back to our table, we'll order more stuff.)
  • Small lunch portions.


The Cost: 
Modest, with most lunch entrees around $10. The tasty Margarita was expensive, but delicious. Quality booze isn't cheap, you know.

I love leisurely Saturday lunches. What about you? Are you a weekend luncher?
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Photo by Terrisa Meeks

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Did Anthony Bourdain Get Las Vegas Right?

I thought Bourdain’s coverage of Las Vegas was pretty good, but no one gets Local Vegas totally right.
Most stories about Las Vegas paint a twisted picture of the city. Outsiders tend to see only the Strip, and they conclude the entire city is a phony, cynical place. They think “local” Las Vegas is a collection of gritty neighborhoods bordering the Strip and beyond that, a cookie-cutter suburban wasteland. Residents are portrayed as a sad collection of hotel employees, gamblers, crazy people, and strippers.
I commend Anthony Bourdain for not interviewing any strippers in this season’s “Parts Unknown” show on Las Vegas.

Bourdain got a lot right about Las Vegas. He started off his show at the Huntridge Tavern, a bar not far from where I grew up, a bar my uncle liked back in the days when it was considered run-down instead of trendy. My dad tended bar for a while at a bar called The Pink Panther, a cop hangout about a half a block from the Huntridge Tavern.  I spent a lot of time in that area when I was a teenager, perfecting my Galaga skills at a cool video arcade (dimly illuminated with black lights, no less) on the west side of the Huntridge Theater.

It was nice to see Bourdain give the city its due, so to speak, by starting out his show in Old Local Vegas.

From a barstool at the Tavern, Bourdain asks the bartender (who says she’s a third generation Las Vegan) if she thinks people are basically good. “About half,” she answers. (Sounds about right for a bartender to me, although I don’t my old-school barkeeper Dad would have gone that high. Maybe a quarter.)

Bourdain goes on to tell his drinking companion that he thinks that side of Las Vegas, that crusty old side, has a dim world view. “Even more dim than me,” he says.

I can understand that. Long-time Las Vegans are a suspicious bunch. We’ve seen a lot of cons, crooks, and cranks. Vegas can be a hard place to find friends.

We have our fair share of sketchy neighborhoods where the houses have bars on the windows, where “gritty” is the nicest thing you can say about the surroundings.

But the truth is that a whole lot of Las Vegans are living in neighborhoods where speeding cars are the biggest danger.


I’ve lived and worked all over Las Vegas, and the absolutely un-newsworthy fact is that if you take away the five miles of the Strip and the 40 million visitors, we’re pretty much like any other city in the Southwest these days. (Okay, except for the slot machines in the grocery stores. I’ll give you that.)

In today’s Local Vegas, you’ll find bunches of us who don’t work in casinos or bars, don’t gamble excessively, and know not a single (living) mobster—we even have Girl Scouts, for God’s sake, actual cookie-selling Girl Scouts. All of that, however, is simply too boring to write about or put on TV, no matter how many big-name chefs open up restaurants in the ‘burbs.

For years it bothered me that the real Las Vegas, the place I lived, was never featured in an article or story. It’s a city that attracts people from all over the world, and that’s one of the things I find the most intriguing. You never know when your next-door-neighbor will be an Iranian dentist, or a Palestinian refuge, or a family of Russians who dig up the landscaping (including trees) and take it with them when they leave. Las Vegas is full of characters.

I liked Bourdain’s show. It’s always interesting to see Vegas though the eyes of Outsiders, and I was glad to see he stayed away from the “Sin City” label. He showed everyone the villa on the Strip, the eccentric artist, the professional gamblers, and the amazing restaurants. He took a stab at Local Vegas, even talking about our water woes.


And, thank God, no strippers.


Did you see Anthony Bourdain's show on Las Vegas? 
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Wednesday, May 14, 2014

5 Tips for Surviving the Summer in Vegas

Triple-digit weather is ahead. Get ready.


If you’re from a more temperate climate and are facing your first summer in Las Vegas, let me just first say that I’m sorry, I truly am.

Judging from the stories I’ve heard, your first year of three-digit heat is the worst. Right now, if you’re used to spring in Chicago or Minneapolis, you’re amazed at our warm weather. By July, you’ll be sure you’ve relocated to Hell (at least, that’s what you’ll tell everyone).

Personally, I don’t consider it truly hot until it’s over 110F. 
Don't try this in Death Valley. It's hot. We all get it.
In colder climates, you have to work around cold and snow. In the desert, you need to work around sunlight and heat. Here are a few tips to help you survive summer in Las Vegas:

Get a windshield shade for your car.
If you’re parked outside, the desert sun turns your car into an oven. Without a windshield shade, you’ll be very sorry the first time you grab anything metal inside your car.  If you don’t have a shade, I suggest oven mitts.

Stay away from the light (the sunlight).
Standing in the direct sun in the desert is volunteering for torture. It’s a sure way to become a believer in spontaneous human combustion. Shade is your friend in all circumstances. Seek it.  

Understand that the swimming pool will lie to you.
“No, no, my lily-white friend, you don’t need shade… and who needs sunscreen? A little burn will turn to tan in a day. Just float here in my cool water with your tasty beverage(s) and you’ll be fine.” Don’t believe your pool. You’ll get sun poisoning and wind up looking like a boiled lobster.

Stay seated when you open your power bill.
If you’re going to be comfortable at home during summer, it’s going to get expensive. Even if you’ve got a really well-insulated house and a preference for warm temperatures, it’s going to be expensive. Brace yourself.

Be properly provisioned.
You should have water, lip balm, sunscreen, and sun glasses (and maybe a hat) when you go out and about. And that’s just for doing things around the city.

As far as going out in the desert… well, don’t. Don’t be a news story.


What did you think of your first summer in Las Vegas?
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Photos courtesy of MrHicks46 and Kate Ter Haar at flickr

Monday, March 03, 2014

Las Vegas Metro & Traffic Accidents - Unless You’re Hurt, You’re on Your Own

Effective today, Las Vegas Metro’s new policy is that they don’t respond to non-injury traffic accidents. From what I saw this weekend, that might present some problems.

Yesterday I saw the two drivers of these vehicles not long after this accident happened. No one was hurt, but it sure looked like someone was about to be.

When I turned into the parking lot and saw two young women standing in the street, shaking their fingers in each other faces, heatedly exchanging words, and furiously making phone calls on their cell phones, I slowed down to see if a fist fight was coming next.

I stopped to fuel my car and watched from a distance as the yelling/finger pointing/phone calling continued.

I continued to my next stop, and when I came out twenty minutes later, I saw flares and a crowd of people. A fire truck had stopped and was blocking the lane the fender bender was in.

Next, I went grocery shopping.

An hour later, I came out of the store and was shocked to see the same cars, in the same position, only now there were several people standing around, in what looked like opposing camps (apparently all those phone calls were to family and friends)… and a motorcycle officer.

What’s going to happen now that Metro won’t be responding to non-injury accidents like this? 

Do we just let them duke it out in the street?

This is one of those times I wish I still worked for Metro. I’d love to read that report.

What do you think of Metro’s new policy on non-injury traffic accidents? 

Saturday, March 01, 2014

Extra Local Vegas - The Battle for the Trees

It’s sad to see so many beautiful pine trees marked for removal on the Peccole Ranch Greenbelt, but it’s not the first time the Greenbelt’s trees have suffered a mass removal. Ten years ago, Peccole Ranch cut down almost 1,000 cottonwood trees. 


When I first moved to Peccole Ranch, it was because of the trees.

You have to understand that I grew up in a Las Vegas that was without water worries. Just outside the city, the world’s largest man-made lake offered a seemingly endless supply of water. My childhood home had a big, grassy front yard with two huge elm trees and a backyard filled with grass and trees, including a fig tree that bore prodigious amounts of fruit (that our Italian neighbor turned into impressive amounts of jelly).

That’s a far cry from today’s Las Vegas, where the reality of our water situation means that grassy, lush landscaping is scarce.

When my husband and I discovered Peccole in 1998, it felt like Old Vegas, like home, like golf courses, like the Las Vegas of my childhood that was filled with patches of lavishly over-watered, non-native greenery.
An Easter Sunday in my backyard when the cottonwoods were still standing.
A home owners’ association governs Peccole Ranch, a development known largely for its Greenbelt (or “paseo”), the walking path/flood channel that meanders throughout the community. The Greenbelt was built by a group out of Minnesota, Triple 5 (the same people who built the Mall of America). Water consumption was not a consideration. Pines, cottonwoods, and fruitless plums dominated the area.

And it was gorgeous.

In 2004, I was appalled when I found out that the Peccole HOA intended on removing the giant cottonwood trees in back of the home I owned at that time. The trees were easily 50 feet tall, gracing our backyard with both privacy and shade. It was idyllic. 

The cottonwoods in back of my neighbor's backyard.
Although I loved the cottonwoods, they posed a major problem: their invasive roots and water-hungry ways were damaging property and costing the Peccole HOA a lot of money. After years of expensive repairs (and I would imagine ridiculous water bills), the Peccole HOA had had enough. The cottonwoods were marked for removal throughout the Greenbelt, including the stand behind my house.

To say I was distraught would be like saying that Las Vegas gets warm in July.

I wrote letters. I made calls. I read the law to try to understand how a major component of the community could be altered so radically. I canvassed my neighborhood to talk to everyone living along the Greenbelt. I posted flyers. I caused Peccole to put “cc: Counsel” in their letters back to me. (At that time, I didn’t know that any time you mention NRS codes, people freak out.)

I called the State of Nevada HOA Ombudsman, who, I must tell you, was the epitome of useless.

“What I’m trying to understand is whether or not the NRS allows the HOA to do whatever it wants,” I told the man. I just wanted to know if there was anything I could do to save the beautiful green giants living behind my house that made sounds like the ocean when the wind rustled their leaves.

“I can’t give you legal advice,” he said.

“I’m not asking for legal advice. I’m just asking if it’s okay for the HOA to do whatever they want with the community landscaping.”

“You’ll have to contact a lawyer for legal advice. I can’t give legal advice.”

“OK, what DO you do, then?”

His voice brightened at the idea of a question he could answer. “We explain the NRS and help people solve problems with their HOAs….” 

Just think: they paid this guy with my (and your) tax dollars.

Eventually, the Peccole people answered my questions (after they stopped freaking out, they were very helpful), and here’s the bottom line:

HOAs get to do whatever they want with the landscaping.

You can object, you can rally your neighbors, you can attend meetings and lodge complaints, but in the end, they get to do whatever they want. You, as a homeowner, have no say in what they deem to be in the best financial interests of the community.

The cottonwoods behind my house came down, their trunks sawed almost completely through before they were pulled down with ropes. I watched my trees crack and crash to the ground, and when they were gone, the Greenbelt looked shockingly barren.

Peccole planted trees to replace the cottonwoods: scrawny, drought-tolerant varieties, many of which have lovely flowers in spring and summer. Ten years later, they’re still skinny trees, but they’re very pretty. In another ten or twenty years, they might offer shade.

When I recently found ominous orange dots on the trunks of mature pines throughout the Greenbelt, I knew it was fruitless to campaign to save them.

I can see why they’re targeted for removal. Many of them lean at incredible angles or are beautifully (and unstably) twisted in interesting ways. Not all of them are going, but it looks like a quite a few are. The pines provide most of the shade on the Greenbelt and help keep the temperatures cool enough for walking in summer, but that won’t save them, of course. Pines are unstable and can easily tip over in storms. I’d bet they’ve cost Peccole some money in damages, and who knows how water-hungry they are.

You might think there’s a valid argument that the beauty and shade they offer offset some higher costs—but in my experience, that’s not the case. It’s all about the bottom line, which means the Greenbelt is about to get another serious makeover.

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Do you use the Greenbelt in Peccole? Have you seen the pines marked with orange dots throughout Peccole (including along Grand Canyon)?

Post Script: I sent an email to Peccole to ask if they were going to replant any trees to take the place of the pines coming out. As of today’s date, I haven’t received a response.

Update 3/4/14:

I heard from the Peccole Association and they say that the trees are marked "to be thinned, not cut down." I've never seen the orange dots used that way, but hey, I'm not a landscaper. Either way, the Association confirmed that it replants one of a variety trees whenever it removes a tree--maybe not in the exact spot, but in the general area.
I've always understood this to be the "Bye-Bye Tree" mark.

Update 12/1/14:

The Greenbelt has indeed had a make-over, and I was surprised at how little grass was removed. The tree above, by the way, is still there, although many of the others I saw marked are gone. Here's what the Greenbelt looked right after it was re-done:


A section of the Greenbelt along Apple Street is now being renovated. In addition to removing some grass and trees, the sprinklers are also being replaced. The new sprinklers spray away from the pedestrian walkway, which is a terrific improvement.