tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74751031423192100692024-03-19T05:28:24.080-07:00Travelers' TracesTravelers leave traces of their passages. We like to find them, and leave traces of our own travels here.-TomM-http://www.blogger.com/profile/12064047943354143232noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475103142319210069.post-32265807965810218782010-12-31T00:48:00.001-08:002010-12-31T00:48:37.080-08:00Shasta At Dawn<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">We arrived back from Los Angeles yesterday evening to a nice surprise of snow in Mill Creek.<span style=""> </span>After leaving our friends’ house on the Rancho Palos Verdes peninsula, we bounced North and West along the coastal beach towns all the way to Santa Barbara, then passed through Solvang on our way towards San Jose.<span style=""> </span>A gigantic storm system was hurtling itself at Sacramento and we started running into showers about the time we saw the artichoke and garlic fields around Gilroy.<span style=""> </span>By the time we crossed the Martinez Straits, we were being rocked by 30 mph side winds and pelted by solid sheets of rain.<span style=""> </span>In Walnut Grove I still felt alert enough to make it to Redding so I called our favorite place there to reserve a room.<span style=""> </span>After 14 hours of driving, a bed never looked so good.<span style=""> </span>We left Redding early.<span style=""> </span>Dawn was breaking over Lake Shasta as we passed by Turntable Bay.<span style=""> </span>Scattered remnants of the overnight storm were nestled in the valleys like giant rolls of cotton candy, pierced by the tips of giant evergreen trees.<span style=""> </span>As we descended the Gilman Grade we soon found ourselves under the rolls of fog, and were rewarded by the occasional ray from the sun, still low in the sky, blazing along a canyon floor and lighting the hanging clouds from the inside.<span style=""> </span>Fresh snow blanketed the higher peaks.<span style=""> </span>When I told my colleagues at work that we were planning on driving to LA and back over Christmas, they asked why we just didn’t fly.<span style=""> </span>The answer, my friends, is in the experiencing, first hand, of the power and the beauty and the grandeur wrought by a Force far greater than we.</p>-TomM-http://www.blogger.com/profile/12064047943354143232noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475103142319210069.post-51639978791504900722010-10-22T22:23:00.000-07:002010-10-23T12:35:06.514-07:00Miatas In Moab IV, Part Three<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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<w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="">The road had tumbled down off the La Sal Mountains in steep drops, hair-pin curves, and the occasional off-camber sweeper, and I was having a great time – when I could ignore Marilyn’s screams, that is, as she “enjoyed” the stunning vistas with the crystal clarity that comes with the absence of any guard rails!<span style=""> </span>Bedrock is in the flat bottom lands and from there you can see back to the La Sal’s, and you start to get a hint that you are in for a treat.<span style=""> </span>A couple arrived in separate SUV’s, each with a bike and a kayak on the top and a large dog inside – It was time to take our leave – Bedrock was about to be overrun!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="">We made the turn at Naturita and headed North again towards Gateway and Grand Junction.<span style=""> </span>This part of the trip is through the Dolores River Canyon – a road neither of us had ever been on before.<span style=""> </span>It was easily the prettiest part of our trip, with a twisty road, spectacular rock formations, a clear river, and even some historical sights.<span style=""> </span>Back in the late 1800’s someone found some gold and had the bright idea of forming a company to build a set of “hanging flumes” to bring water five miles along the canyon wall to the placer deposit.<span style=""> </span>The flume is hung from a shear vertical canyon wall, and was such a feat of engineering that it is listed on the register of historical places.<span style=""> </span>Much of the flume structure is still there, and can be viewed from several pullouts along the road.<span style=""> </span>In the end, the gold company went bankrupt from the cost of building the flume, and the lack of gold; the deposit played out too quickly to even break even.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="">Along with the usual metal and minerals, some “yellow cake” (low-grade Uranium ore) was also mined in small scale operations in the canyon, and the tailings can be seen as you drive along.<span style=""> </span>I have a friend whose family was involved in Uranium mining near this area of Colorado.<span style=""> </span>When he had to get a Secret Clearance, the case worker had to go talk to all his past neighbors.<span style=""> </span>He told the case worker that his town had so much radiation from the miners tracking it back that the EPA dug up the entire town site and buried everything, and then covered it over.<span style=""> </span>There would be nothing left of his home town.<span style=""> </span>During the follow-up, the case worker told him he was right – he had never seen anything like that before – an entire town literally wiped off the map!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="">But don’t let that st<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilTmQTohyphenhyphenLqoqKoas1KI-KOz9dHCMzY_wFt9zpS7p_OpTEvv8SlXILYoSO7O-X4CIuCYfm7ODY7WrDpBkiLRR5XJlh97aT0e37C3AjISvARmd2_i5dnnUY3vTaDLwDfAxj42aEprAmLLUw/s1600/Miss+Daisy+With+Brit+Friend.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilTmQTohyphenhyphenLqoqKoas1KI-KOz9dHCMzY_wFt9zpS7p_OpTEvv8SlXILYoSO7O-X4CIuCYfm7ODY7WrDpBkiLRR5XJlh97aT0e37C3AjISvARmd2_i5dnnUY3vTaDLwDfAxj42aEprAmLLUw/s320/Miss+Daisy+With+Brit+Friend.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531109041771557698" border="0" /></a>op you from visiting the Dolores River Canyon – the entire area is headed for Wilderness designation, and is covered with miles of hiking trails.<span style=""> </span>Just out of the canyon proper is the little town of Gateway.<span style=""> </span>The story we heard is that the town was built by the founder of The Discovery Channel to house his automobile collection, and to provide a destination in a beautiful spot.<span style=""> </span>It is all modern and new, and we had a light lunch but could not stay because we were running low on time and we still wanted to stop at my step mothers’ house.<span style=""> </span>I called her and explained we were running late and would not be able to stay long, but she told us she was glad we got to see the Dolores canyon – it was one of her favorite spots and she has spent most of her life on the “Western Slope”, as this area of Colorado is known.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="">We had a too-short visit and then we were off back to the Red Rock Inn for the closing banquet.<span style=""> </span>Mazda had done themselves proud and we all got a goodie bag with a nice coffee table book on the history of the MX-5 Miata, a coffee cup that changes color with heat, bottled water, Miata pins and stickers, and so forth.<span style=""> </span>They sent six pallets of stuff to the gathering, and the Utah Miata Club, Salt Lake Chapter, made the trek down in March, tops down!, to take delivery and separate it out.<span style=""> </span>The winery at Red Rocks Inn let them use their loading dock, and stored the goodies until we all arrived to cart them away.<span style=""> </span>Nice people, both at Mazda, and at Red Rocks Inn.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="">We ended up sharing a table and bottle of excellent wine with a couple from the other Puget Sound area Miata club, but their names escape me.<span style=""> </span>Once dinner was done, we headed back towards Moab along the river, filled with lots of memories and good food.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="">The drive home was “fastest time, shortest distance” and we made the 900 mile drive to Richland in just under 18 hours, where we decided that trying to make it the last 4 hours to home was not worth it.<span style=""> </span>Google Maps and Susie-Q, our Garmin Nuvi 660 navigation unit, said we should do it in about 14 hours, but we stop for meals and soft drinks fairly often and don’t over do it.<span style=""> </span>I did all the driving and can say with certainty that the “NC” model, the third generation, is much more comfortable than the “NB”.<span style=""> </span>I loved our 10<sup>th</sup> Anniversary Special Miata, but Miss Daisy is a whole other level of comfort.<span style=""> </span>The NC is a little harder to get in and out of due to the increased safety afforded by the steel beams in the door and door sills.<span style=""> </span>It is a bit like sitting in a pan, like many other modern cars.<span style=""> </span>However, once I get in, I have support in all the right places.<span style=""> </span>I can drive for hours before I need to get out to stretch, then I can get right back in and drive for more hours.<span style=""> </span>I hope you enjoyed reading about our adventures.<span style=""> </span>See you along the road!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" > </span></p>-TomM-http://www.blogger.com/profile/12064047943354143232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475103142319210069.post-18714873135704357902010-09-28T19:04:00.000-07:002010-10-22T22:32:29.751-07:00Miatas In Moab IV, Part Two<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6bPXziTbhFUqkmoO4AYoBg0RzTHNioNUr__lT5N3ZNnfWfD6OMbEneJaQAg3MvzUuJfpT5aq8Hdv1c1bOTF0Uzgo4KufHhyyyZpyOn4ARIGH2Lpz9q4M4_K_fEGAbhaDETGBNCsmRAKUR/s1600/Why+Its+Called+Castle+Valley.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6bPXziTbhFUqkmoO4AYoBg0RzTHNioNUr__lT5N3ZNnfWfD6OMbEneJaQAg3MvzUuJfpT5aq8Hdv1c1bOTF0Uzgo4KufHhyyyZpyOn4ARIGH2Lpz9q4M4_K_fEGAbhaDETGBNCsmRAKUR/s320/Why+Its+Called+Castle+Valley.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522153106076959746" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal">The red jeeps were sitting outside a convenience store just out of town the last time I saw them, but now they became rapidly growing red dots in my rear-view mirror as we headed up the narrow canyon.<span style=""> </span>Construction equipment, towering walls of red-rock on the right, drop offs to the Colorado River below on the left – none of that deterred the testosterone fueled rent-a-jeep jockeys as they whipped back and forth through and around our small Miata caravan.<span style=""> </span>A small cry of relief escaped Marilyn’s lips as the last of them barely squeezed between the lead Miata and an oncoming diesel pickup towing a trailer full of river rafts – and then they flew up the canyon and were out of sight in a blink.<span style=""> </span>We were on Day One ( Friday ) of Miatas In Moab IV, on our way to a very special group of arches in BLM land just outside of Arches National Park.<span style=""> </span>Bow Tie Arch and Corona Arch are reachable via a short drive out of Moab and then a 1.5 mile trail, most of it over “slick rock”.<span style=""> </span>The lower part of the trail is fairly easy, the way marked by rock cairns, but the upper part is reachable only by a climb up a ladder set vertically into the rock and a scramble over uneven surfaces before it smoothes out again.<span style=""> </span>The arches are visible from the end of the lower trail, but for the full impact, it is well worth the climb and scramble to reach the weeping garden wall kept moist from the slow seep below Bow Tie and the magnificent spectacle of Corona.<span style=""> </span>I recommend you take the following link <a href="http://www.utahredrocks.com/hike_corona.htm">http://www.utahredrocks.com/hike_corona.htm</a> to get a feel for this very special place.<span style=""> </span>These were the only arches we saw this trip, as we had hiked extensively in Arches National Park during our previous visit four years ago when we attended Miatas In Moab, The Sequel.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">This time we wanted to take a drive by ourselves to see my step-mother and step-sister who live in Grand Junction, Colorado.<span style=""> </span>There was to be a drive called “Run Round the Mountains” on Sunday morning, but we were planning on leaving that day, so we hatched our own plan – and that is exactly what the planners of MiM-IV had in mind, as there were not a lot of planned drives – this time you were encouraged to amuse yourselves.<span style=""> </span>We decided to take this one planned drive and hike because it is nice to go with a knowledgeable and enthusiastic leader.<span style=""> </span>On the way back he stopped to point out petroglyphs along side the road – which we surely would have missed had we been on our own.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">We went back to the Canyonlands Inn to change clothes, and to buy some Miata goodies.<span style=""> </span>Thompson Automotive showed up with Miata Hawaiian Shirts, and those were easily the most popular of all the Miata-themed merchandise.<span style=""> </span>The first time I wore mine at a PSMC event, I was inundated with questions as to where I got it.<span style=""> </span>Here’s a link to where you can get your own: <a href="http://www.thompson-automotive.com/Shirts.html">http://www.thompson-automotive.com/Shirts.html</a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Then it<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht4HmwKojPeerGqepF2rOInKr8h4bkla_RInF3R1NEVLaDfyVtO1du2J07c6-NQ8p88EG-9JjPXWQjZyDV7ysKmNk7Tsmyy0AK06LAhYDxJeL3fehzRdwvZXCUFjVrvMYdMf2XdSzYFlrl/s1600/Tom+With+Bull+At+Hole+In+Rock.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 141px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht4HmwKojPeerGqepF2rOInKr8h4bkla_RInF3R1NEVLaDfyVtO1du2J07c6-NQ8p88EG-9JjPXWQjZyDV7ysKmNk7Tsmyy0AK06LAhYDxJeL3fehzRdwvZXCUFjVrvMYdMf2XdSzYFlrl/s320/Tom+With+Bull+At+Hole+In+Rock.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522151781322102418" border="0" /></a> was off to a good lunch at the Moab Brewery and then a visit to “<a href="http://www.holentherock.com/">Hole in the Rock</a>”<a href="http://www.holentherock.com/"></a>, a tourist trap which was originally the 5000 sq. ft. home hollowed out of a huge rock formation by a hard rock miner for his wife.<span style=""> </span>The tour was short but interesting, and the grounds were filled with interesting things to pose by and take pictures of.<span style=""> </span>We stayed longer than we had planned, and had a great time for being somewhere so tacky!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnsAk5Oh7X2KBZBPHx4aGHTHgSDtdQyDx3vzJhr4P7Nj72XFU501OGCP8eXJbeuEujzPM1TEor1hJVM30grknd3YbP11KxMfUXXadyoq1MXPpirUl2DmjVESBgDMQ-71eqp-QOJnjXALzQ/s1600/Miatas+Waiting+For+The+Storm.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 167px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnsAk5Oh7X2KBZBPHx4aGHTHgSDtdQyDx3vzJhr4P7Nj72XFU501OGCP8eXJbeuEujzPM1TEor1hJVM30grknd3YbP11KxMfUXXadyoq1MXPpirUl2DmjVESBgDMQ-71eqp-QOJnjXALzQ/s320/Miatas+Waiting+For+The+Storm.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522153080556602178" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">That evening the storm clouds rolled in and the Western Show and Gun Fight complete with a rubber chicken being shot out of the sky, just barely ended before the wind calmed and the rain started.<span style=""> </span>We were at the Bar-M Chuckwagon, where you are served cowboy-style on tin plates and cups, over a gravel floor, and on rows of picnic tables. <span style=""> </span>It was all good fun, and the food was OK, but in my opinion, the musical show after dinner was the best part.<span style=""> </span>All four of the principals are accomplished musicians, and it shows.<span style=""> </span>The music was Cowboy, the ambiance was Country, and the jokes were Corny. <span style=""> </span>When they played and sang “Cool Water”, they encouraged audience participation by breaking out Super-Soaker water pistols and soaking down anyone not singing along to the refrain, “Cool, Clear, Wa-ter”!<span style=""> </span>As the night progressed we found that the owner, who played the marshal in the opening gun fight, plays lead guitar, is also the lead vocalist, and is camp cook, as well.<span style=""> </span>The other three are equally adept at various roles, and it was a treat to be part of their dream living the Western Way.<span style=""> </span>The Bar-M Chuckwagon – check it out here: <a href="http://barmchuckwagon.com/theshow.html">http://barmchuckwagon.com/theshow.html</a>.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">The next day we enjoyed a very good breakfast at Canyonlands – they have really done a nice job of turning a small meeting room and open area into a kitchen and eating area, and the food was great, especially considering it was part of your room.<span style=""> </span>Then we headed South out of town towards the La Sal Mountains.<span style=""> </span>We had heard about a cute General Store in Bedrock just over the border in Colorado, so stopped there – it may have been cute and bustling once, but the store was for sale, and it has clearly seen its better days.<span style=""> </span>Still, we were glad we stopped to take a few pictures and spend a little cash, because these little stores are fast disappearing from the landscape.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p>-TomM-http://www.blogger.com/profile/12064047943354143232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475103142319210069.post-18509308607329238082010-09-25T09:15:00.000-07:002010-09-26T00:15:17.049-07:00Miatas In Moab IV, Part One<span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXIG-jq46Bf7TsLQ74F7OEISAasHg6wCMgn_jy_bhLRAGSDo6ez17fYwKdkTq1rBDmPLLgbMdsN6I0hBk7wKlhrOVll_z9nwkOJkDJAqFoeVusyV_YpgHw4ZHrel32BSrDxJ-T0YwSx6x2/s1600/Miss+Daisy+goes+offroad.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXIG-jq46Bf7TsLQ74F7OEISAasHg6wCMgn_jy_bhLRAGSDo6ez17fYwKdkTq1rBDmPLLgbMdsN6I0hBk7wKlhrOVll_z9nwkOJkDJAqFoeVusyV_YpgHw4ZHrel32BSrDxJ-T0YwSx6x2/s320/Miss+Daisy+goes+offroad.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520886796667568946" border="0" /></a><br /></span><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" >They don’t call Hwy 50 through Nevada “The Loneliest Highway in The US” without good reason, and we are six miles off that road on a jeep track.<span style=""> </span>Miss Daisy, our 2009 Competition Yellow MX5 Miata doesn’t even have 2000 miles on her odometer, and I don’t think she is too happy with my taking her out in the rough.<span style=""> </span>I’m hoping she doesn’t get even with me by having a flat – It’s a long way from where we are to</span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > anywhere and I think the buzzards have taken an interest in us…<span style=""> </span>The sign back at the highway (if you can call two-lane blacktop a “highway” – that’s as good as Hwy 50 gets) said we could see earthquake faults just six miles away.<span style=""> </span>Well, heck, we are on day three of our journey, behind schedule (our usual state of affairs on road trips), and Miatas are not known for off-road capability – “Sure, I’d like to see them, too”, I had replied to Marilyn’s request.<span style=""> </span>This area near Fairvi</span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" >ew Peak had experienced a magnitude 7.1 earthquake on December 16<sup>th</sup>, 1954.<span style=""> </span>The area we are in has some of the largest and best preserved fault scarps I have ever seen.<span style=""> </span>While the average displacement in this extensive system of faults had been 1.2 meters, here they are over 5 meters.<span style=""> </span>We would like to hike up to<span style=""> </span>the area showing the greate</span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" >st displacement, but we choose to take some pictures and point Miss Daisy back towards the highway – we have a lot of miles still to go before we reach our destination in Moab.<br /><br /></span><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">It all started some months ago when I decided to try to get a room for “Miatas In Moab IV”, </span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">to be held May 14-16, the fourth in what has become a bi-yearly event put on by the Utah Miata Club.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">We had enjoyed “Miatas In Moab, the Sequel” (it was the second time they had put on this event), and wanted to find some dry roads and sunshine, and introduce Miss Daisy to about 225 of her kin folk.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Now for those of you who have gone on one of our drives know, if there is a back road between Point A and Point B, even if that road takes you through Points C, D, E, and F, that’s probably the route we will take.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">In our case, the “points” were Bend Oregon and Virginia City, Fallon, and Ely Nevada.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">If you put those towns in Google Maps you will see that instead of the nice straight diagonal between Seattle and Moab, you will have the “other two” sides of the triangle, with the turn at Virginia City.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">The first day was mostly a shake down; it was the first long trip in Miss Daisy, and we had left directly from work – it was late when we got into Bend, and early when we left.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Day two took us along Hwy 97 through the “Oregon Outback” – which is a very apt description.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">We made sure we kept the tank topped off, as there are several long stretches of road without operating gas stations.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Just after entering California we found a place making plum wine like my grandfather used to make, so we stopped for a tasting and of course a few bottles to take back.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">We hit Reno at rush hour and were glad to escape the traffic to turn up the steep and winding narrow road into Virginia City.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Even though many shops had closed, there were enough still open to give us a chance to stretch our legs as we poked about the old antique mining gear, sundries, clothes, and tools from a bygone era.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Everyone we asked about restaurants mentioned the same place and so we had a wonderful dinner of Mexican Fried Pork, Chile-smothered Burritos, and Margaritas.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Heading East down off the pass, it is only another 60 miles until we reach our motel room in Fallon.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Fallon is home to one of our “Top Gun” fighter schools.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Exhausted but amused, we can only wonder what maneuvers our “Top Guns” have performed in this room, where every wall is covered with mirrors…</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Breakfast the next day is at a wonderful 50’s style diner.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">It’s got fast service, good food, and has a menu and décor, and jukebox, that transport us back to simpler days.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">We finally realize that we on a vacation, however short, and we are looking forward to some of the stops we have planned along Hwy 50.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">We noticed an espresso shop and gas station next door to the diner, so we get some high octane for Miss Daisy and high test for us, wipe the bugs off the windshield, and take Hwy 50 East out of town.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Tonight we have reservations in Moab.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXNQugra68mGttoDXSqUQq1Mux3SaCGYbIrZuL8Rp7NQ7pbQ7nB2aJGpnhzfLowuKoFDq7gOF6bvR2L_XhC9PlXZKsDYgojwREjyd1DIP47elYNcFOMmDLgUnX-1mUajOEVOwBbDfxpZnJ/s1600/Marilyn+in+front+of+Earthquake+scarf.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXNQugra68mGttoDXSqUQq1Mux3SaCGYbIrZuL8Rp7NQ7pbQ7nB2aJGpnhzfLowuKoFDq7gOF6bvR2L_XhC9PlXZKsDYgojwREjyd1DIP47elYNcFOMmDLgUnX-1mUajOEVOwBbDfxpZnJ/s320/Marilyn+in+front+of+Earthquake+scarf.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520887671943301330" border="0" /></a></span></p> <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> 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mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">The plan is to stop at each of the towns between Fallon and Ely, and see the charcoal ovens outside of Ely before continuing on into Utah where we will eventually catch the I-15 and I-70 Superslabs – we figure we should get to Moab in time to get registered for MiM-IV.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Now, we’ve done some research and so we can pick out points of interest, like the huge sand dune where folks play with their jeeps and sand rails.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">We’re buzzing right along and I start figuring the distance to Middleton when Marilyn points out the sign to the earthquake faults.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Now I’m a sucker for geological features, and six miles doesn’t sound too bad, and the jeep track looks pretty good, and that’s how we ended up outside of Fallon, Nevada, six miles off the highway, on a jeep track, in our new Miata, with a blown schedule.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Besides being “Lonely”, Hwy 50 is interesting for two other reasons.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">First, a large portion of it was an alignment of the Lincoln Highway, which was the first coast-to-coast highway in America.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">There are several original or replica Lincoln Highway sign posts along Hwy 50.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">The Lincoln Highway, in turn, followed several popular emigrant trails, including the Oregon Trail, the Pony Express Route, and the Mormon Trail.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Middleton is an original Pony Express stop.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Second, this area of the country is known as the “Basin and Range”, because it consists of North-South valleys, or basins, separated by steep and high mountain ranges.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Each range seems to have some little town built around one or another mining operation.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Middleton, however, is in the middle of <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgih-xjFZ0vP5yh4hAdYrqigA3n0hRvOZMoexDCF0xIxDKXpBs9Mq2xjMay0VzcCO2lpdvHm7x1abBeyxTFkn6_vdI_Y3FcSG8XF491wthmPJNbBs9hy-w2N4JiYVONVmaGejjnH36NNhph/s1600/Tom+in+Middleton.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 208px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgih-xjFZ0vP5yh4hAdYrqigA3n0hRvOZMoexDCF0xIxDKXpBs9Mq2xjMay0VzcCO2lpdvHm7x1abBeyxTFkn6_vdI_Y3FcSG8XF491wthmPJNbBs9hy-w2N4JiYVONVmaGejjnH36NNhph/s320/Tom+in+Middleton.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520888452618624530" border="0" /></a>a “basin”, and was situated here because a spring nearby provided water for the horses used by the Pony Express Riders.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">We stop for a soft drink and are amazed by the dollar bills, each with a name or names written on them, covering the ceiling of the only building in Middleton, which serves as gas station, restaurant, general store, rest stop, and tourist attraction.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">There are buggies, old car parts, and old tools and mining equipment strewn about, and across the road is what appears to be an original Lincoln Highway sign.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">We would have liked to stay longer, but the siren call of the road calls to us.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Zoom-zoom and off we go.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">And zoom-zoom we do, as most of the road in the basins is arrow-straight and there is no one else out there.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">At one point I saw the speedo was indicating, well, pretty darn fast, OK?,</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">before Marilyn noticed and started “talking” to me.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Like most men, I would rather eat broken glass than be “talked to”, so I dropped Miss Daisy well back into double digits and we enjoyed the rest of the ride into Ely; along the way we made brief stops in the several mining towns and dodged the weather we could see off in the distance.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Outside of Ely we saw the signs to the Ward Charcoal Ovens State Historic Site, but alas, it was too far off the road and we did not have enough time.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Likewise with Great Basin National Park.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">And the site we heard about where you can collect your very own garnets.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">We will have to come this way again.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" >It was dark when we reached the Interstate.<span style=""> </span>We stopped at the last restaurant before Green River, a stretch of 200 no-services miles, then turned south and arrived in Moab just before midnight, local time.<span style=""> </span>The entire parking lot was full of Miatas – Miss Daisy sighed contentedly and we all went to sleep.<span style=""> </span>Next up: Arches, Gun Fights, Hanging Flumes, Pallets of Goodies, and Grand Junction.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" ><br /></span>-TomM-http://www.blogger.com/profile/12064047943354143232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475103142319210069.post-20719333355161690092009-09-11T23:06:00.000-07:002009-09-12T00:14:34.080-07:00Pre-dawn run, Miatas in Moab II<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH0i_hFubXs29ZI5IeilHPLuiuwdRj-_asmb3mcVJGB8VTTFkj292099UsP_n2QcqOHn3nEkPgcQjb0pEDExSACoOE-2mijIa4gSyghDwkAx1K3693Z9iua67pGxbgouTJZz9BvS65Dv87/s1600-h/IMG_0820.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH0i_hFubXs29ZI5IeilHPLuiuwdRj-_asmb3mcVJGB8VTTFkj292099UsP_n2QcqOHn3nEkPgcQjb0pEDExSACoOE-2mijIa4gSyghDwkAx1K3693Z9iua67pGxbgouTJZz9BvS65Dv87/s320/IMG_0820.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380473883565173970" /></a><br />You briefly take your eyes off the black ribbon of asphalt unwinding before you to exchange silly grins with your well-bundled co-pilot -- words are just whipped away by the icy-cold wind. Your Sapphire Blue Miata is near the end of a long line of speeding Miatas, tops down, heaters blasting, in the darkest hour before dawn, and a crescent moon and billions of stars twinkle in the cold desert sky. You see the line of nimble roadsters stretching into the distance, their head and tail lights painting a moving, twisting undulating line in the night as they gracefully crest hills, swoop through turns, and disappear briefly in the hollows, only to reappear already turning over the top of the next rise, and all the while being bathed in a crescendo of richly varied exhaust notes and alternating heat and cold as the slipstream holds, then releases, your little bubble of warm air. Mile after mile, turn after turn, this mob of Miatas swarms through the night; straight-aways, when encountered, are taken at eye-watering speeds to close the gaps, then a flurry of fast shifts makes your tach needle bounce toward the red, a stab of brakes to set the suspension and then you zoom-zoom through the turn and into the next set of twisties. Time seems to stand still on this ancient track as you and your passenger follow a leader somewhere far ahead and lost to sight towards some mysterious destination; then you notice the hectic pace slowing and there they are. You see fifty or more Miatas packing a small car park, spilling out along the road, taking refuge where they can in the gray pre-dawn, all is hushed now but for the tinking and clinking of hot engines beginning to cool, muffled sounds of doors shutting, quiet conversation, and now the steady tread of drivers and navigators turned pedestrian walking quickly yet quietly towards the goal, arriving just as the sun starts it's climb out of the canyon depths framed against the glowing purple dawn by magnificent Mesa Arch.<br /><br />That's the way it happened, during the second Miatas in Moab tour, 14 May 2005.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4sxp75dBiCbr47NXhz6SYgKBp675yFj4WtRmq7NNqKMf0ihCuUi1lEcaeVp7v84QKg9N3Lap3Py9vdrV81Bawz4C0kgYUXdIv97Q6i6NEPkTPcDEmJxcwFeAf5YvD3VdAc3eE2rV37_ql/s1600-h/IMG_0852.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4sxp75dBiCbr47NXhz6SYgKBp675yFj4WtRmq7NNqKMf0ihCuUi1lEcaeVp7v84QKg9N3Lap3Py9vdrV81Bawz4C0kgYUXdIv97Q6i6NEPkTPcDEmJxcwFeAf5YvD3VdAc3eE2rV37_ql/s320/IMG_0852.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380473891847848770" /></a>-TomM-http://www.blogger.com/profile/12064047943354143232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475103142319210069.post-82686398446242549772009-07-26T00:18:00.000-07:002009-07-26T00:25:17.702-07:00Non-travel post removedNon-travel postings are relocated to my new "<a href="http://technopatter.blogspot.com/">TechnoPatter</a>" blog-TomM-http://www.blogger.com/profile/12064047943354143232noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475103142319210069.post-46042372764409352622006-10-13T14:16:00.001-07:002006-10-13T23:45:36.850-07:00Some corrections, and an additionBack when I was talking about the Wagon Wheel Ruts in Wyoming, I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">miss</span>-stated the name of the cliff where past travelers carved their names. It was not "Record Cliff", it was "Register Cliff". In looking for some pictures of what we saw, I came across the following site, which I will also add to the affected posting. Thanks to Daniel for his permission to link to his site.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.eg.bucknell.edu/~hyde/jackson/lindaOregonTrip.html">http://www.eg.bucknell.edu/~hyde/jackson/lindaOregonTrip.html</a><br /><br />The site includes pictures of both Register Cliff name carvings, and the ruts cut in stone.<br /><br />I think I have all the other typos out, now, too.-TomM-http://www.blogger.com/profile/12064047943354143232noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475103142319210069.post-29386693703113850952006-10-13T06:26:00.001-07:002006-10-13T23:41:33.671-07:00For the bikers in the audianceWhen we pulled into <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Tupalo</span> we found a motel a bit off the beaten track (well, it was out of the main part of town, but close to the Natchez Trace). It had been pouring down rain for the previous hour, and it was dark. We found out later that this same storm had caused extensive flooding and even been responsible for several deaths further North. We were happy to find nice accommodations; initially we were somewhat worried by the characters that pulled in around the same time we did. One couple, however, did not worry us in the least. They were riding an older BMW R75/7 (I think) and had the neatest motorcycle trailer I have ever seen. I didn't get any pictures (wish I had) but I did get the name of the trailer, and talked to the owner in the morning. The trailer was designed and built for some years in New Zealand, and the company name was recently purchased and the trailer is now being manufactured here in the US. The owner sang high praises for the trailer, which, since it has only one wheel, handles exceptionally well. Their bike, trailer, and rain gear had kept them dry even in the nasty storm we had come through, together, as it turns out. We had our wipers on "high" for most of the storm -- it couldn't have been too much fun for them. I've been out in that kind of weather on a motorcycle, myself. Anyway, here's some links to the Uni-Go that I found on the Internet:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.uni-go.com/">http://www.uni-go.com/</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.uni-go-trailers.com/">http://www.uni-go-trailers.com/</a>-TomM-http://www.blogger.com/profile/12064047943354143232noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475103142319210069.post-41616664998034193092006-10-13T06:04:00.001-07:002006-10-13T23:39:51.354-07:00Forced hiatusA few months back my physical exam turned up an umbilical hernia -- which explained the odd pain I had experienced there from time to time. I had surgery scheduled the week we returned from our road trip, and was tempted to postpone it until things started to get worse during the trip. So, the surgery went as planned Wednesday, two days ago, and I thought I would have some down time to catch up, maybe even finish this trip. Alas, I did nothing but sleep Wednesday evening, and yesterday was in too much pain to do much of anything after I got home from an abbreviated day at the office. Things feel much better this morning.-TomM-http://www.blogger.com/profile/12064047943354143232noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475103142319210069.post-69651171666769037692006-10-07T10:05:00.001-07:002006-10-13T23:39:25.975-07:00Mill Creek WA -- The end of the trip, but not the blog.Home at last. Another high mileage day (615) with an hour break in Spokane to check in on Marilyn's brother (he is recovering, but as of Friday afternoon, his doctor was still not entirely happy with everything, so they are keeping him another day). We stopped for lunch in Moses Lake -- El Rodeo's Mexican restaurant is very good. Since Tamales are made with white corn (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Masa</span>), I can usually find something without wheat in Mexican restaurants. Not much to say about the day except that Butte has a really pretty setting, and the Western mountains are way different than the Eastern ones! We crossed the Continental Divide coming into Butte at about 6900 feet, and the ride into Spokane was mostly down hill. Spokane to home is an easy 4 hour drive, so we pressed on over the Cascades and arrived home at about 7:00 last night.<br /><br />Lots of chores to do this morning, so this will have to do for now.<br /><br />For the readers not completely bored at this juncture, remember I left off in the middle of the Natchez Trace. I will pick up the detailed story line at the birth place of Elvis Presley, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Tupalo</span> Mississippi, and maybe trace his path North to Nashville Tennessee.-TomM-http://www.blogger.com/profile/12064047943354143232noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475103142319210069.post-71827674433084531712006-10-07T09:54:00.001-07:002006-10-13T23:37:55.235-07:00Butte MTWe did take a quick tour through <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Sturgis</span>, where we found the best Espresso yet, and Deadwood, which has been using its gambling money wisely to fix up the town. The last time we were though here in late 1999, there were buildings which had not been touched since the late 1800's. Now these buildings were in pretty good repair, and still authentic, just not in danger of falling down in a strong wind! Some period paint was in evidence, and the whole town had a new life. Now if they could just do it without all the stupid slot machines and such....<br /><br />Reasonable speed limits allowed us to travel about 622 miles today, and we are both tuckered out.<br /><br />More to follow.-TomM-http://www.blogger.com/profile/12064047943354143232noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475103142319210069.post-31464896536864579992006-10-07T09:48:00.000-07:002006-10-13T23:37:19.004-07:00Rapid City, SDSouth Dakota has Bill Boards. Lots. Wall Drug. Reptile Gardens. 1800's Town. 12 foot tall Prairie Dog. Too many to name -- but will post some pix ASAP.<br /><br />We took a quick swing through the Badlands, which are as scenic as ever, and since this is late in the season, and was late in the day, we had the road pretty much to ourselves. We stopped at the old homestead hoping to see a friend we had made years ago on another trip through the region, but she wasn't there. The docent on duty, however, had her phone number and called her for us, so we got to talk to her and re-exchanged mailing addresses.<br /><br />Wednesday morning found us in Rapid City SD, and unfortunately we cannot begin to do justice to this area. Deadwood. Boot Hill. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Sturgis</span></span>. Crazy Horse. Mount Rushmore. Black Hills. Pigtail Bridges. We have seen it all before, of course, but still, it will be a real pity to just pass it by this year. We need to be in Spokane by Friday to see Marilyn's brother who will be undergoing some surgery, and time will have to be managed carefully if we are to make it.<br /><br />I have not been feeling well since dinner back in Worthington. I chanced some <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Cajun</span> Seasoned fish, and they must have used flour to bind the seasoning. I am gluten intolerant (mild <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Celiac</span></span> disease) and so must avoid all wheat products. Hence, not much writing -- just wasn't up to it.-TomM-http://www.blogger.com/profile/12064047943354143232noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475103142319210069.post-62089602391637997612006-10-04T07:00:00.000-07:002006-10-13T23:34:53.810-07:00Worthington, MNWe transitioned from the fall-colored forested hills of Wisconsin to the flat windy prairies of Minnesota, passing through the birthplace and wintering grounds of famous circuses in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Baraboo</span> Wisconsin and an Amish community in Minnesota. Today we are heading for the Corn Palace and the Bad Lands, and Wall Drug and then points West. Gotta go!-TomM-http://www.blogger.com/profile/12064047943354143232noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475103142319210069.post-49673030000098641712006-10-03T06:34:00.001-07:002006-10-13T23:32:49.673-07:00Rockford ILWe spent an extra day in DC and went out to Mount Vernon, George Washington's home, then made a bee line for the Amish area in Northern Indiana to find a nice quilt. While there we heard about the horrific events that unfolded in West Nickle Mines, Pennsylvania. Lightning storms followed us all the way here, and we got shaken down by the Illinois toll roads more times than we remember. More on all of this later. . Right now we need to shake some dust.-TomM-http://www.blogger.com/profile/12064047943354143232noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475103142319210069.post-13416278759087107932006-09-30T19:55:00.001-07:002010-09-25T23:50:32.967-07:00Day 8 -- Natches MS to Tupelo MSTracing the footsteps of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">flatboatmen</span>...<br /><br /><br /><br />If we had skipped the Southern-most portion of the Natchez Trace, we would have missed the very best.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/1600/KingsTavernSign.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/200/KingsTavernSign.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/1600/KingsTavern.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/200/KingsTavern.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Natchez has a fascinating history that I cannot began to do justice to. I'll just talk about some of the things that stuck with me. Natchez was an important trading outpost very early in the settlement of the Southeastern portion of the continent. It has been under Indian, French, Spanish, English, and US control. After the Natchez Trace was made into a "road" of sorts by the Army in 1801 to 1802, Natchez was tied fairly directly to the North. Thus when talks of secession began, Natchez was more of a Northern town than a Southern; still, when Mississippi voted to secede from the Union, Natchez threw it's support behind the state, causing families and neighbors to divide their allegiances. Being so far removed from the main areas of conflict, Natchez was undamaged from the Civil War and thus retains most of its historic buildings, including businesses, homes, and the mansions of wealthy plantation owners, lawyers, and businessmen. In 1830 the first steamboat docked at Natchez, and from that time on, the Natchez Trace, and the town of Natchez, declined in importance as the port of New Orleans and the Mississippi River took their places. The Civil War took a huge toll on the South in terms of financial strength, and once the war was over, the Cotton Boll <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Weavel</span> completed the devastation of one of the South's key industries. In talking to some of the locals, it is my impression that many areas of the South, Natchez included, are only now making any kind of a come back, and most of that is based on tourism. Pictured here is the Kings Tavern, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">reputed</span> to be haunted, with great prime rib, and the oldest building in Natchez.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/1600/MelroseExt.1.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/200/MelroseExt.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />We found the Natchez Coffee Company, a very nice espresso and ice cream shop, for our morning wake-me-up, and then decided to tour one of the magnificent antebellum homes nearby. We chose the "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Melrose</span>" -- <a href="http://www.nps.gov/natc/historyculture/places.htm">http://www.nps.gov/natc/historyculture/places.htm</a> -- and -- <a href="http://travel.yahoo.com/p-travelguide-2990729-melrose_natchez-i">http://travel.yahoo.com/p-travelguide-2990729-melrose_natchez-i</a> -- as it is the best-preserved of all the Natchez homes, due to its being in the ownership of only two families before its sale to the National Park Service.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/1600/MelroseInt.1.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/200/MelroseInt.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Built by a wealthy lawyer who later became a plantation owner, as well, the house, grounds, and outbuildings are stunning examples of the very best craftsmanship of its time. All the original furniture and furnishings still exist. The style is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Neo</span>-Grecian, with columns supporting the upper stories. After several family tragedies, the first owners sold the entire estate to another family who passed it down until the last one, still making her home there, died in, I think, 1979. The tour is well done, and we were allowed access to the first and second floors of the home, and one building that was one of the slave quarters. This brings up the juxtaposition of exquisite beauty and profound misery, as all of the manual labor required to run the house and keep the grounds came from slaves who lived on the grounds.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Architectural</span> features helped make the house livable -- the attic features opening windows that served to draw air up through the structure, which would have helped cool it. A full basement was used to store furnishings not in use and various food items in relative coolness.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/1600/TraceMound.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/200/TraceMound.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />A foot trail used by several different Indian tribes and nations between Natchez and the Nashville area existed for centuries. The Mound Builders, or "Upper Woodland People" build burial and ceremonial mounds along the Trace. Natchez was an important port city, and became a banking center, home to plantation owners, and supply depot.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/1600/TraceTrace.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/200/TraceTrace.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Traders and trappers would journey from their homes in the Northeast into the Missouri and Mississippi River systems, build "flat boats" -- glorified rafts, really, and start downstream gathering furs and trading as they went, until they reached Natchez. There they would sell their boats for the lumber in them, sell any remaining goods, buy supplies, and start North on the Natchez Trace either on foot or horseback. The journey back to their homes could take as long as 6 months through the snake and insect-infested swamps and woodlands, and at any point they could be set upon by thieves, wild animals, or renegade Indians. Places to sleep or get a meal were scarce -- known as "stands", they may or may not have anything to offer, as they themselves were dependant on the Trace for supplies. Still, the Trace was the only reasonable way to make your North at that time, and unlike the Oregon Trail, where wagons would spread out for miles across the prairie, the Trace was essentially a single-file foot path that countless feet and years of erosion wore deep into the land. Today there are places where the Trace is 8 feet or more below grade, a U-shaped cut that is twenty or so feet across.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/1600/TraceWSchool.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/200/TraceWSchool.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The section of the Trace between Natchez and Jackson contained many examples of "sunken" traces, and is, I think, the most scenic portion of the modern 2-lane road which comprises the Trace today. Traces of the original Trace can be seen in many areas, and there are many historic sites just short walks from the road. And there are places where one can walk on the original Trace, literally in the foot steps of such legendary figures as Davy Crockett, Daniel Boone, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Meriweather</span> Lewis. More on him, next time.-TomM-http://www.blogger.com/profile/12064047943354143232noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475103142319210069.post-54714748575132338572006-09-29T22:26:00.001-07:002006-10-13T23:07:35.664-07:00Day 7 -- From Clarksville AR to Natchez MS<strong><em>"Way down in Louisiana, just about a mile from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Texarkana</span>..."</em></strong><br /><br /><br /><br />Friday dawned with clearing skies and a fresh clean appearance following the overnight rainfall. The bugs had been in full voice last night while I was enjoying the lightning storm and now the day shift was filling the air with, well, day-bug songs.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/1600/BalingTruck.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/320/BalingTruck.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />We headed South through Little Rock (well, around Little Rock -- the highway bypasses the city to the East), and picked up US-65 into Louisiana. Corn gave way to mile after mile of cotton fields <strong><em>..."in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">dem</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">ol</span>' cotton fields back home"</em></strong>. We were treated to harvest season. We saw lots of closed gin mills and some interesting equipment out in the fields. It appears that cotton ginning has gone mobile -- the fields are picked mechanically, cotton fed into mobile gins to remove the seeds, and then packed into special trucks that bale the cotton and transport it to the edges of the fields for later pickup. That's one in the photo to the left. Tarps are spread on top of the bales, and numbers, probably the supplier ID, painted on the sides.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/1600/JehovaJava.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/320/JehovaJava.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />About 30 miles outside of the little town of Lake Providence, we encountered a sight for Sore Seattle Eyes: it promised that somewhere ahead we would find "Jehovah Java". <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Ahhh</span>.... now since leaving Wyoming, the most important, and sometimes most disappointing part of the morning ritual was finding espresso. I had offered to pack our <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">LaPavoni</span> for the trip, but Marilyn was sure that we would be able to find espresso on a regular basis. For once, I was right, but it was nothing to gloat about :-( Well, a sign closer to town again promised "Jehovah Java" ahead, and so we really started watching. We went though town, and saw a sign for a bakery, but no Joe. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Hmmm</span>.... Seems to me that the coffee should be close to the donuts, so we turned around and this time saw the sign pointing down another street. Oh bliss. The espresso was real good. Excellent, in fact. They import their beans from Seattle, and they ain't Starbucks! Starbucks, we both agree, is over-roasted and bitter and we only drink it when we are desperate. No, Jehovah Java was a real find and was a real nice coffee house with home made sandwiches and salads in a nice atmosphere. It was started by a Baptist minister who donates all his proceeds to his church and the shop, while obviously Christian, is tastefully so and doesn't smack you upside the head with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">preachiness</span>.<br /><br /><br /><br />On the way into Lake Providence we encountered a rain storm of biblical proportions -- the drops were as big around as marbles and bounced a foot off the pavement when they hit. I had the wipers on full throttle and still had a hard time seeing the edges of the road. It was dry while we enjoyed our lunch and espresso, and I noticed to my satisfaction that all the bugs had been washed off the car during the deluge. Just out of town we hit another rain squall almost as heavy as the first. It sure can rain down here!<br /><br /><br /><br />We had been making good time so we decided to push on into Natchez instead of picking up the Trace in Jackson. So on we went further South, crossed the Mississippi, and pulled into the visitors' center about a minute before closing. There, a very nice young lady spent a good 15 minutes after her shift should have ended and told us how to get on the Trace in the morning, what we should do in Natchez -- and there is a lot to see there -- and even gave us motel recommendations. This sort of generosity and graciousness typified our interactions with everyone we met in Louisiana and Mississippi. It was a welcome change from our normal lives where it is common to have doors slammed in your faces if you show up close to quitting time.<br /><br /><br /><br />We went to find the city's grand hotel, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Eola</span>, but opted to look elsewhere when we heard the rates. But we did do a quick tour of downtown and were glad we decided to go the extra distance. Natchez is a wonderful old Southern town, spared from the destruction of the Civil War, and being renovated a bit at a time. We had to choose between a supposedly haunted prime rib place in the oldest Inn in the city, a place that has a reputation for the best steaks in town, or Fat Mama's Tamales with Knock You Naked Margaritas. Hoping for some good spicy food, we chose Fat Mama's. The tamales were OK, but too bland, and they only had pepper sauce to heat them up. What they really needed was some good green chili sauce. The margaritas didn't knock us naked, but they were pretty good. If I hadn't had to drive back to the motel I would have had a second one just to see what would happen :-) It was night time but hot and humid -- pretty miserable for a couple of people used to 65 degrees. The air conditioners poured excess moisture out of the rooms at such a rate that the walkways outside the rooms were slanted to take the water away from the building. Not much to do but crank it up towards "Ice Age" and hope that the room will get cool enough to sleep.<br /><br /><br /><br />So this is where I started this blog, and once again it is way too late and I really need to get some sleep. We will do some tourist things here in Washington, D.C. tomorrow before we head towards the Indiana Amish community. Hopefully I will get a chance soon to write about the two fascinating days we spent coming up the Natchez Trace, our short day between Nashville and Knoxville, our shopping trip that included the Great Smoky Mountain Knife Company and the arts and crafts community out from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Gatlinburg</span>, the glimpse of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Biltmore</span> Estate and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Asheville</span>, and the two days up the Blue Ridge Parkway. Ta ta for now...-TomM-http://www.blogger.com/profile/12064047943354143232noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475103142319210069.post-45672940944822927542006-09-29T21:04:00.001-07:002006-10-13T22:52:35.725-07:00Day 6 -- From WaKeeney KS to Clarksville ARA wild ride...<br /><br />Marilyn <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">sez</span>:<br /><br />Thursday we traveled through part of Kansas and Oklahoma into Arkansas – five hundred and sixty-four miles – keeping one step ahead of a tornado. The winds in Oklahoma were so strong it was hard to stand. Between Oklahoma and Arkansas we saw an incredible lightening show, but the rain did not hit until we were safe in our dumpy little hotel in the Arkansas Ozarks.<br /><br />Tom adds:<br /><br />Dumpy, yes, but it had wireless Internet!<br /><br />It was time to do some laundry, and I was elected. Actually, as you may guess, only one vote counted! The washer and dryer were outside in a covered breeze-way, and while the load washed, I enjoyed watching the lightning and counting the seconds until I heard the thunder -- Sound travels around a mile in 5 seconds and the closest strike was less than half a mile away. Pretty intense!<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/1600/UFO_Teepee.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/320/UFO_Teepee.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Back to the day's drive, the winds were extremely heavy, and from the side much of the day. Even Roxy was a bit unsettled as she took us in and out of the calms in the lee-sides of the semi's we passed. As night fell, the lightning ahead illuminated the clouds from the insides, an effect that was magical and eerie at the same time. Only a few pictures today, and they were of strange shelters in an Oklahoma rest stop. I couldn't figure out whether they were teep<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">ees, UF</span>O<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">s, or</span> UFOs captured in teep<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">ees. Wh</span>atever, they were interesting.<br /><br />The change in landscape was most noticeable today. We left the corn and wheat fields of Kansas where trees were scattered, planted mostly around houses for windbreaks or following gullies or along streams where they could find water. Gradually crossing Oklahoma in a Southeasterly direction, following the toll roads and then I-40, we saw more and more trees until finally in the Ozarks of Arkansas the plains were no more. Folded hills and then rocky outcrops, with heavily wooded valleys became rugged mountains with panoramic views. I'd like to spend some more time in the Ozarks -- they are prettier than I had thought they would be.<br /><br />Since there isn't much else to say about the day's adventures, let me mention what has become our favorite restaurant chain -- Appl<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">ebee's. Th</span>ey have a Caesar Salad that you can get plain, or with either steak or salmon, and both the steak and salmon have been consistently excellent. Plus, they serve wine so my co-pilot can get a little mellow and get her back to relax before we "shake some dust".-TomM-http://www.blogger.com/profile/12064047943354143232noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475103142319210069.post-44679649639182366832006-09-29T12:47:00.001-07:002006-10-13T22:48:08.520-07:00Day 5 -- Torrington WY to WaKeeney KSFrom the Oregon Trail to the Red Brick streets of Oberlin....<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/1600/IMG_1689.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/320/IMG_1689.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The Nebraska AAA map marks US-26 as a "scenic" route, (their only one...) and does have some pretty sights. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Scott's</span></span> Bluff, Chimney Rock, and the Platte River make up a pleasant backdrop for the day's drive. We stopped at a few historic sites along the Oregon Trail, including the grave of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Rebbecca</span></span> ??? -- found by a railroad crew years later who showed their respect by bending the railroad right-of-way enough to leave the spot undisturbed. Also one of the spots where <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Narcissa</span></span> Whitman, the first woman to traverse the Oregon Trail, camped with her husband and party on their way to found a mission near Walla Walla Washington. Unfortunately, after existing with the natives for some years, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Whitmans</span></span> were killed when a passing wagon train brought measles, and hence, death, to the Cayuse Tribe: <a href="http://www.isu.edu/~trinmich/Whitman.html">http://www.isu.edu/~trinmich/Whitman.html</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/1600/IMG_1692.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/320/IMG_1692.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Chimney Rock was the "half-way" point in the typical Oregon Trail passage, and so marked an important landmark for the tens of thousands who made the journey.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/1600/IMG_1709.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/200/IMG_1709.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />After rejoining I-80 (the replacement for old US-30, the Lincoln Highway), we continued on to North Platte where we headed South to find some traces of Marilyn's roots. Oberlin Kansas has the prettiest red brick streets I have ever seen. I remember seeing some remnants of brick streets in my home town of Grand Rapids, Michigan, but the Oberlin "brickyards" are kept in impeccable condition and are truly beautiful. Anyway, back to Marilyn's roots. Her grandfather Guy ran a hardware store and plumbing business in Oberlin, and for some time held the office of Mayor. Her great-grandfather had the first windmill in the area. <a href="http://www.oberlinkansas.org/towns/oberlin.html">http://www.oberlinkansas.org/towns/oberlin.html</a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/1600/IMG_1706.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/200/IMG_1706.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Marilyn found her grandparents' old house, which now appears to be inhabited by "night people" and probably hasn't been painted since her grandfather passed away over 30 years ago. Wanna see the present occupants? Here they are on the front porch, quaffing a couple of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">brewskies</span></span>...<br /><br /><br /><br />We pushed on south through the night to I-70 and then headed East to a well-deserved rest in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">WaKeeney</span></span>. Total mileage for the day was just under 400.-TomM-http://www.blogger.com/profile/12064047943354143232noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475103142319210069.post-45072847021506451482006-09-29T11:58:00.001-07:002006-10-13T22:38:00.850-07:00Day 4 -- Great America WY to Torrington WYTraces of Travelers...<br /><br />We super-slabbed it across most of Wyoming today, and as I mentioned before, the average speed was well north of 90 MPH. On several occasions while passing trucks, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">speedo</span> exceeded the 100 mark; luckily my passenger either didn't notice, or didn't say anything for fear I would slow down and subject her to more minutes of Wyoming monotony :-) Roxy, our <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Infiniti</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">FX</span>-35 took the high speeds in stride, and only asked for a little more fuel than usual. Oh, and we did all this through head winds of at least 30 MPH. The ride was smooth and stable, and the aerodynamics of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">FX</span> seemed to prevent the buffeting I have experienced in previous similar situations.<br /><br />After a late lunch / early dinner, we headed North on I-25 to trace the route of the Oregon Trail and the Platte River along US-26. Somewhere before the Fort Laramie historic site, in the middle of the small town of Guernsey, we followed signs to "Wagon Wheel Ruts" and discovered the really neat site that contains "Register Cliff" and <em><strong>real</strong></em> wagon ruts left by those who traveled the Oregon Trail many years ago. I say "real" because most such sites have wide U-shaped channels where many wagons went over the same area, such as a steep descent, and the animals pulling the wagons, and the wagon wheels, combined with years of water erosion, leave channels, not individual wheel ruts. These ruts, however, were different. The ruts are in solid stone. Yes, the steel-tired wagon wheels, thousands of them, cut deep ruts down into solid rock, sometimes two or more feet deep. One particular place still showed what was obviously a place where every draft animal placed it's right foot when starting the ascent up a steep rise. It, too, had to have been worn down from thousands of feet trying to find purchase while pulling the heavy loads. The effort required to make the journey from meeting places such as Saint Louis to eventual ends in Oregon, Utah, and Northern California is astounding, and took a heavy toll. Cholera was common, and all along the way we saw reminders that not all who started the journey made it all the way. At Register Cliff many travelers left their names and date of passage carved in the sandstone cliff, and one in particular is known to have died just a few weeks and 70 miles further down the trail, struck down in the prime of life by cholera. Yes, that's several weeks for 70 miles. Sometime the settlers made only 3 miles a day.<br /><br />Marilyn and I were discussing what things we have now, things the settlers could have comprehended, that they would have been most impressed with. She thinks it would be the roads we have today. They would be familiar in concept, and they could use them with the technology they possessed, yet could go so much further using them as compared to hacking their way through prairie or struggling up rocky hills. Roads, more than anything else, I think, made this country into the magnificent thing it is today. President Eisenhower is credited with being the father of the Interstate System, but even the great roads that were replaced, such as Route 66 (The Mother Road), the Lincoln Highway, the Yellowstone Trail, the Sunset Highway, and the National Road, to name a few, were more than some countries have today. Before, 3 miles a day, now, and I have done it when I was younger and stupider, 1000 miles a day -- could the Oregon Trail users comprehend three orders of magnitude increase in daily mileage? I wonder....<br /><br />We, ourselves, made nearly 500 miles on this day and still had time to spend 3 hours exploring the traces left by others.<br /><br />Unfortunately, no photos, as it appears the camera memory card acted up. The images come up in thumbnail, but won't display. I hope I can find or write a utility to salvage them.<br /><br />I did find this site, however, and with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Daniel's</span> permission, I include a link here. The site contains pictures of well-known sites along the Oregon Trail, and both the Register Cliff name carvings and the wagon wheel ruts cut in stone:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.eg.bucknell.edu/~hyde/jackson/lindaOregonTrip.html">http://www.eg.bucknell.edu/~hyde/jackson/lindaOregonTrip.html</a>-TomM-http://www.blogger.com/profile/12064047943354143232noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475103142319210069.post-62941686709047329312006-09-29T10:26:00.000-07:002006-10-13T21:55:39.307-07:00Update -- Day 14 -- A vacation from the vacationWe arrived last night at our friend Anne's house just outside of Washington DC. She has to work today so we are relaxing until she gets home this afternoon. We had thought about going to see Mt. Vernon but opted to stay out of the car for awhile. We will be getting back on the road tomorrow since we need to be in Spokane by Friday.<br /><br />A note on gear.<br /><br />Clothing, underwear and such are always a problem. Having traveled across the country in a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Miata</span> and done a 21-day "Europe Through the Back Door" tour, both requiring traveling with just a carry-on size bag, I've developed a system that works well for me. I really like the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">REI</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">MTS</span> (Moisture Transport System) underwear. They can be aired out overnight and so worn for two days if necessary, and can be washed in the sink, hung to dry, and be wearable in the morning. Two sets is all you really need, but since we had the larger vehicle for this trip, I splurged and have four sets with me. I have various colors of the tee shirts so they look good contrasting with the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">REI</span> or similar outdoor shirts I have with me. These are the types with ventilation panels under the back yoke and sleeves that can be rolled up and held there with the straps that are sewn inside the sleeves. I have three of those, and since we can hang them up in side the car when not being worn, they are staying remarkably wrinkle-free. Slacks with the zip-off legs are also excellent for traveling, as they minimize the number of garments and provide great <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">versatility</span>.<br /><br />Computer gear -- Marilyn has a tiny yet extremely useful Sony <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Vaio</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">VGN</span>-TX670P and a Microsoft Wireless Laser Mouse 6000. We are using an older but still capable Canon <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">PowerShot</span> S400 Digital <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">ELPH</span> camera, and transferring pictures daily to her computer and a 1-Gig thumb drive. I have a spare battery for the camera and have yet to have to switch batteries during the day, but instead switch them every day so I can recharge one in the evenings or mornings -- they can't be left to charge more than 3 hours or so, and in fact are usually done charging in less than an hour.<br /><br />I carry tiny travel-sized bottles of hand sanitizer and bug-repellent in my pocket so we can hop out and take walks at interesting sites without being chewed on, and can use "primitive" facilities and stay healthy.<br /><br />That's about it. Marilyn is keeping in touch by sending out postcards. I'm writing this blog.<br /><br />So far, the typical minor crises back in the office seem to be getting resolved -- I check my work email almost every morning and have had only a few comments to make.-TomM-http://www.blogger.com/profile/12064047943354143232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475103142319210069.post-80728477778441888502006-09-27T22:23:00.001-07:002006-10-13T21:52:32.946-07:00A note on Internet Access from motelsWe have had wireless and/or wired <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Internet</span> access at every motel we have used on this trip, even out in the middle of Nebraska or up in the Ozarks, and always free. There is no reason for the resort hotels to continue to charge for this service, which is so critical for travelers these days. We have been able to maintain contact with friends and families, keep tabs on what's happening back at the J.O.B., keep bills paid, check on travel conditions, offload digital photos, and research destination options.<br /><br />Most of this was not available during the last road trip we did back in 1999. Some may question whether all this connectivity during a vacation is progress or not :-)<br /><br />I think it's great!<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">G'day</span>-TomM-http://www.blogger.com/profile/12064047943354143232noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475103142319210069.post-31931470676213820362006-09-27T21:44:00.001-07:002006-10-13T21:51:14.980-07:00Day 3 -- Baker City OR to Great America WYFollowing the Oregon Trail through a starry starry night....<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/1600/OregonTrailRd.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/320/OregonTrailRd.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Somewhere along I-84 in Idaho we saw an off-ramp designated as "Old Oregon Trail Road", and we could not resist. Off we go out in the middle of nowhere, and then it dawns on us that this is not a road <em>to</em> the Oregon Trail, it is a road <em>on the original</em> Oregon Trail. From time to time we see cuts in the terrain obviously cut by wagons over 150 years ago, and then we happened upon this old road sign done in the style of the 1920's and 1930's when volunteers would go and place signs directing early auto travelers. If you have a map of Idaho, there really is a town, who knows how much of one, called "Pine", 50 miles off in the direction so indicated. After 20 miles or so, the Old Oregon Trail Road connects with another secondary road which leads back to I-84.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/1600/ShoshoneFalls.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/320/ShoshoneFalls.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Another hour or so was spent exploring Shoshone Falls near Twin Falls ID. I have been back and forth on this stretch of highway many times, but this was the first time I bothered to see the falls. If you get the chance, I highly recommend you take the time to see Shoshone Falls, and the bridge over the Snake River on Idaho State Route 75. The Snake River canyon is spectacular with steep walls constraining the river forever to its twists and turns cut deeply into solid rock.<br /><br /><br /><br />Noticing a route marked "scenic" on the AAA map of Utah, we decided to swing through Logan UT on our way to Little America. We found a nice place to eat dinner in Logan, and I must say, the road into the area is one of the most pastoral and downright pretty farming areas I have seen in a long time. As we followed a beautiful canyon out of town, night fell and we resigned ourselves to a long drive through the dark. Somewhere after we crossed into Wyoming, Marilyn pointed out that what she thought was the Milky Way was clearly visible. I pulled off the road and we both enjoyed the most wondrous night-time sky we had ever seen. With no light for miles around, the sky was literally filled with so many stars that it took a minute or two to pick out the most commonly recognized constellations. And yes, the Milky Way traced an arc across the entire sky. Only once before had I seen the Milky Way clearly, and this night was far and away more spectacular than what I had seen before.<br /><br />Having lost an hour due to crossing a time zone boundary, it was near 11:00 Mountain Time when we rolled into Little America and were lucky enough to obtain a room for the night. Although a bit pricey, the room proved to be the nicest of the trip to date, and I am writing this at the end of Day 12.-TomM-http://www.blogger.com/profile/12064047943354143232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475103142319210069.post-41224851157130979282006-09-27T20:28:00.001-07:002006-10-13T21:43:46.071-07:00Day 2 -- Richland WA to Baker City ORFires and Fire Alarms....<br /><br />Baker City has one of our favorite hotels -- the Geyser Grand. This hotel was almost lost in the years following the filming of "Paint Your Wagon" staring Clint Eastwood. During the filming, it was used by the cast of the film. When built, the Geyser Grand was the finest hotel between Saint Louis and Seattle, and the first hotel in Oregon with an elevator. It fell into disrepair and the only thing that saved it was a bequest from a wealthy Baker City citizen who stipulated that his estate would be used to restore and renovate the hotel. We have stayed there twice before and enjoyed it each time. Check it out: <a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.geisergrand.com/" target="_blank">http://www.geisergrand.com/</a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/1600/FoxyCurves.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/320/FoxyCurves.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The last time through the area, on our way home, we stumbled on a road just outside a rest stop that took our breath away. It twists and turns in a magnificent meandering tumble off the Oregon high plateau down to the flats outside of the tiny town of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Meachum</span>. This time we did it in reverse, climbing the curves until we reached the rest stop at the top. Although I am not certain, I believe that this route was one of the ways folks on the Oregon Trail took on their way down to the Columbia River valley. Roxy, our <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Infiniti</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">FX</span>-35, had a lot of fun showing off her sport package and took the tight turns and nice sweepers in stride.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/1600/GraniteOR.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7765/912488176552637/320/GraniteOR.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Instead of going directly into Baker City, since this was going to be a short day, we decided to take the long way through the mountains that were snowbound during our past visits. We turned off I-84 at North Powder and quickly found ourselves in a quandary. It was evident that there was a forest fire burning in the mountains and a large pasture just off the interstate had been converted into a fire camp. We watched as a helicopter carrying a water bucket soared up towards the peaks, and were confronted by signs saying to watch out for fire traffic. We spotted smoke rising and figured we would have to turn back, but at a check point we were assured that although the road though the mountains had been closed earlier in the week, it was now open and we should have no problem. So off we went to visit the old mining towns between North Powder and Baker City. The most picturesque is Granite, barely hanging on these days, consisting of a general store and a Bed & Breakfast that appears to operate on an infrequent basis. The route through the mountains, although adding almost 100 miles to the trip, was worth the effort.<br /><br />After the typical fantastic meal at the Geyser Grand, we settled down to sleep. I should mention that Marilyn likes a cool room for sleeping, so she cranked the A/C and we settled in. I can fall asleep at the drop of a hat, so I am quickly in dream-land. Around oh-dark-thirty I am awakened to Marilyn complaining that the fire alarm was going off. She called the front desk and we learn that the new system has some kind of fault and if the room is too cold it starts beeping. Huh??? Oh, and it will take a long time for it to turn off even if we set the A/C down so they will let us move into another room. Great -- can we just go sleep in the other room and skip schlepping our junk? I don't remember much after that -- I went to the other room and promptly fell sound asleep again. When I woke up I discovered that my sweetheart and the night clerk had moved everything, and was told that I had been a bad boy, argued with them, and I was in trouble. <em><strong>Again.</strong></em> I swear, that was my evil twin -- really!<br /><br /><a></a>-TomM-http://www.blogger.com/profile/12064047943354143232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475103142319210069.post-18855917724161544412006-09-27T04:48:00.001-07:002006-09-27T04:48:45.748-07:00Turned comments onI just enabled comments for this blog. Now off to find breakfast. We have decided to skip seeing the Biltmore Estate, and will tour Asheville NC in search of some good espresso, instead, before heading up the Blue Ridge Parkway. -TomM-http://www.blogger.com/profile/12064047943354143232noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475103142319210069.post-25683370800496095012006-09-26T20:12:00.001-07:002006-10-13T21:36:41.974-07:00Day 1 -- Mill Creek to RichlandOr, from Bummer to Bombers....<br /><br />So what's that about Bombers and Bad Haircuts, anyway???<br /><br />Why is it that every big trip has to start with at least one gigantic SNAFU?<br /><br />Several days before we left, and after long consideration, hours of web surfing, and talking to owners of such <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">gizmos</span>, I ordered a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Garmin</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">NUVI</span> 360 from <a href="http://amazon.com/">Amazon.com</a>. A few days before that I also ordered a few <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">CD's</span> that I thought would be nice <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">travelin</span>' music and a book on my latest interest, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">mySQL</span>. For that order I chose their free delivery option as I had noticed that "my stuff" almost always arrived in 2 to 3 days to my location just North of Seattle. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Hah</span>. Not this time. That package finally arrived 4 days after we left. I sure hope our neighbor snags it off our porch before it grows legs and walks off. As for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">NUVI</span> 360, that situation was even worse. That represents a sizable chunk of coin, so it requires a signature. I left a note for the delivery service, UPS (What has brown done to you today?), saying that he could get either one of two neighbors to sign for it, or I could pick it up from the Redmond center later in the evening. He left a note that it would be back at the depot at 6:50. &<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">lt</span>;sigh> He never contacted either neighbor, each just a 30 second walk away. So off I go to Redmond, a 20 mile drive, on Marilyn's birthday, on a Friday night, to stand in line for my package. The upshot is that the dweeb driver just off-loaded everything back into the system, and it had gone into the giant maw of a 40-foot trailer, not to see the light of day until they started to prepare for deliveries at 0200 Monday! But finding out the bitter truth took well over an hour, and the whole fruitless trip stole over three hours and left me in the dog house for spoiling Marilyn's birthday. Now to be fair, if I had read the fine print on the back of the slip with the dimwit driver's note, I would have seen that I should have called their toll-free number and maybe their magic system would have slapped the driver upside the head before he tossed it on the conveyor, but I didn't, and no dope-slap was administered, and so we would go without a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">nav</span> unit. Oh well -- we will be money ahead, and paper maps previously obtained from AAA, which I have been a member of since I was 16, have always proved sufficient. <a href="http://amazon.com/">Amazon.com</a>, however, will not get any more of my business for some time. Oh, and UPS? I stopped using their sorry asses years ago, and I wish Amazon would, as well. I favor FedEx, ground for most holiday package sending, and air when necessary.<br /><br />Well, Saturday morning was spent licking my wounds from the deserved talking-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">to's</span> I received, packing the car, and tying off as many loose ends as I could in the time remaining. We planned on stopping for the night at Marilyn's brother's house in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Richland</span> -- they grew up there and are proud "Bomber" alumni, having attended probably the only High School in the world that used to trot a replica of an Atom Bomb out for their football games :-) Even though the school board hates it, the High School still has their mascot name proudly emblazoned on the side. Here's a link showing a few pictures: <a href="http://richlandbombers.org/">http://richlandbombers.org/</a> Just hover over the picture below the site banner.<br /><br />Now about the Bad Haircut. You see, Marilyn's sister-in-law runs the hair salon that made the news last year when a patron held up the shop for $100. Every link to a news story about this incident repeats the same erroneous information which was obtained from the officer who responded -- that officer jumped to a conclusion and the rest is history, and has become part of the national, maybe world, folklore. Since there is no sense trying to fight that kind of inertia with the truth, I am not even going to try. I will only say that the story is much more complex, has absolutely nothing to do about a haircut, bad or otherwise, involves a personal tragedy for the woman who committed the crime, and is not nearly as news worthy as the erroneous version: <a href="http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=9805E1DD1431F931A15757C0A9639C8B63">http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=9805E1DD1431F931A15757C0A9639C8B63</a><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Richland</span> is less than fours away from our starting point in Mill Creek, and by the time we got there, we had patched things up, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">nav</span> unit was forgotten, and a good <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">BBQ'd</span> salmon dinner, and lots of wine and laughter around the outdoor dinner table made it seem that perhaps we were on vacation, after all.-TomM-http://www.blogger.com/profile/12064047943354143232noreply@blogger.com1