Bruce and Pam's Coast 2 Coast Adventure

Pam & Mary’s Big Bus Adventure – Day 8

Jacksonville Beach to Columbus, GA

Let all that I am wait quietly before God, for my hope is in him.
Psalm 62:5

We are starting to see lots of cotton fields.

We were on the road a lot today. Our first stop after leaving Jacksonville Beach was for lunch in Albany. We went to the visitors center and then walked down to Ray Charles Plaza for lunch. We didn’t really see much more of Albany than just this block. For some reason turtles are a big thing in Albany. The people at the visitors center said that they have painted turtles all over town and they had a turtle park in back of the visitor’s center. For some reason I envisioned this kinda like those fairy gardens that people make, only for turtles. I was quite surprised (and a tiny bit disappointed) to find that it was actually a park for CHILDREN decorated with a few painted turtles.

Ray Charles Plaza had a full size statue of … Ray Charles, of course. The side walk was also painted to look like piano keys. I think Ray and his piano statue were supposed to be spinning around, but they were stationary. We were serenaded by multiple Ray Charles songs from the speakers, while we ate. I didn’t get any pictures from our lunch, but we had a picnic of chicken pot pie, our last nod to the south, along with oranges and salad. I was so impressed with myself for finding precooked biscuits at Sam’s. They were delicious on top of the pot pie. I think the chicken pot pie was my favorite lunch so far. So far … haha … it’s Day 8! There are only 2 more lunches left.

It takes a lot of canned goods for this chicken pot pie.

A few hours later we arrived at the National Civil War Naval Museum in Columbus, GA. So who remembers a fun fact about Columbus? I was born there 57 (ok almost 58) years ago and had not been back until last year on our coast to coast trip. And now here I am back again. This museum housed huge sections of 2 huge ships that had been used in the civil war on the rivers. I think that they were both part of the Confederate Navy. The Confederate Navy was the first to re-enforce their ships with this special armor, which I can’t remember what it’s called. But it was a game changer. Canon balls would basically bounce right off these ships. Plus they had ram rods on the front and so they would just ram the wooden ships. They were beasts!

This is the thickness of the armor on those ships. About 3 feet.

They also had lots of old flags in the museum. Most with an important story about them.

Our next stop was just across the Chatahoochee River in Phenix, AL at a park along the river. We had bought a few bottles of wine at Belle Meade Plantation and thought that this would be a good place for a little wine and cheese. We brought cheese and crackers out on little plastic trays and poured the wine into clear plastic wine cups (aka the same ones we had used for fruit cups, pudding cups and snack cups – we bought a huge bag of them at Sam’s). It was a pretty place to walk along the river. They had a zipline along there which had been converted into a Zombie Zip line. Possibly it was only alive at night (get it? – haha, I’m so funny) because no one was using it. No one else was even in the park except us.

Way down yonder on the Chatahoochee, it gets hotter than a hoochie coochie.

We all had dinner at a local restaurant called Ezell’s, recommended by the guy at the museum. It served lots of fried stuff and fish and Po Boys. Mary and I split an order of Grilled Shrimp because we had filled up on so much wine. Not really. We just didn’t want to be stuffed. Again. Saul got an order of Fried Alligator to share. It wasn’t bad. Tasted like chicken. I probably won’t ever crave it.

Decorative boat motors on the wall at Ezell’s.

A Gardenia bush outside Ezell’s. It smelled so good. Not overpowering, just nice.

Once we dropped the passengers off at the hotel, we went to get groceries. We decided that Mary would clean the bus while I got the groceries at Piggly Wiggly & Saul went to get gas. I finished before them and sat outside to wait. The security guard who had sacked my groceries came out to make sure I was ok. I said I was waiting on a bus. Soon the teenage checker who was now the parking lot cart retriever (clearly not in the union) came over and asked if I was ok. I told him that my bus would be here soon. He was a little skeptical but went on about his business. Soon a random customer going into the store asked if I was ok and if I was waiting on a taxi. I said thanks, but I was fine. Just waiting on a bus. He too looked a little skeptical that a bus would indeed be stopping at the bench in front of the Piggly Wiggly. I think they were getting vague Delta Dawn vibes. But low and behold, my bus soon arrived. The security guard came out and said, ” Boy, you’re going in style!” I think I’m a celebrity now at the Piggly Wiggly. They are probably still talking about the lady waiting for a bus.

Me and my groceries chilliin’ at the Piggly Wiggly.

Pam and Mary’s Big Bus Adventure – Day 9

Columbus to Memphis, TN

So humble yourselves under the mighty power of God, and at the right time he will lift you up. Give all your worries and cares to God, for he cares about you.
1 Peter 5:6-7

We woke up to the most beautiful sunrise this morning!

Barbers Motor Sports Museum. The museum started with Mr Barbers private collection of over 200 motorcycles. Now this place is loaded with motorcycles, scooters, a few cars and other random stuff. It was laid out immaculately. Very clean and easy to get around. They used alot of stainless steel and glass. The elevator was all glass with a black fast looking car sitting on top of it. But then they also had gradual sloping circular ramps (think streets going up a mountain) to get from floor to floor. The pictures don’t do it justice. The bottom floor was also an event space. Plus they had a track out back which I think was also used for people to train to get their racing license. There were a few cars zooming around it while we were there.

This is the car on top of the elevator. It’s kinda hard to tell what you’re looking at.

Their boat motor display blew the one at Ezell’s out of the water!

This car was on the cover of a Beatles album.

Clearly bicycles were 2nd class citizens here. They were all hanging from the ceiling.

Just your random security guard and tiger keeping things orderly.

Wouldn’t you love to see this little cutie cruising through your neighborhood? I’m sure it’s only driven by grandfatherly types or clean cut high school boys.

Great grand-daughter to my little cycle. 2019 Honda Cub.

And for your listening entertainment … all motorcycle places have someone playing a grand piano, right?

While we were in Birmingham we drove by the Rickwood Field, the oldest baseball stadium in the US. Or maybe the oldest still being used. I believe it was built for the black baseball league. I took a quick picture as we drove by, assuming that we would actually stop and I could get a better one. Not so. For unknown reasons we just cruised on by. OK, well thanks.

For lunch we served a potato bar. We weren’t sure the best way to do a “bar” on a moving bus, so we put up a table by the bus at our bathroom stop and had everyone load their potato as they got back on the bus. While they were off the bus, we set the tables in the bus. It worked perfectly. We made this chocolatey gooey mess for dessert and served it with vanilla ice cream.

We arrived in Memphis in the rain which made it a little complicated to get everyone and all their luggage off the bus and into the hotel. We got a little tour of the area as Saul tried to turn around and get us lined up closest to the hotel on the one way street that went along side it. At one point we turned onto a street with a sign indicating 2 way traffic and drove about a block before it turned into one-way the OTHER way with no place to turn off. People in cars parked right where it started being one way were flashing there lights and waving at us. But seriously what choice did we have? No oncoming traffic, no place to turn, cars parked all along both sides of the street. We were in a giant bus, so we just slowly motored on through. It was only about a block, so not really a big deal. Just kinda annoying that they thought it was a good idea to change the status half way down the street.

After our several wrong turns and around-the-blocks, we finally ended up along side the hotel. We had all the passengers get off and go on inside and then brought all their luggage in for them to grab. One of the disadvantages of a hotel built in a small area, we had to go up 2 sections of 3-4 stairs to get to the main floor with the front desk. This was a little difficult for some of our passengers, so we were trying to help get all the luggage up to the front desk. Another guest saw us and started grabbing luggage and taking it to the top. I love nice people!!!!

Most people opted to eat in the hotel restaurant instead of venturing out to Beale Street in the rain. But not us. Mary and Saul and I headed out with umbrellas and ponchos. My pretty little plaid umbrella was pretty much worthless because it kept blowing inside out, but at least it kinda kept the top of my head dry. As we were going in, there was a couple coming out of Blue’s City Cafe with no rain gear of any kind. I said, “Would you like to have an umbrella that’s not very good, but better than nothing?” They happily accepted it. Which worked out well because by the time we left the restaurant it had stopped raining. Thanks God!

Our waiter suggested the ribs and the catfish, so we got an order of each and a bowl of gumbo and all 3 shared them. We listened to the band in our restaurant for a bit and then wandered down Beale St to the Rum Boogie Cafe. We stayed there a bit and then I hit a wall and had to head back to the hotel.

The gumbo had a little (actually a LOT) of kick but it was so good I kept eating.

These ribs were just the way I like them. Not saucy and not too spicy. MMMMM!

Beale Street was lined with lots of Notes in cement along the sidewalk. Apparently these are like the Stars in Hollywood.

Beale Street is actually only about a block long.

When we had first gotten to the hotel, my key didn’t work to open our door so I got it reprogramed before we left. When I got back to the hotel, my key opened the outside door into the hotel, but not my room door. So I went back down and got it rekeyed again. Went back up. Still wouldn’t open. This time I decided to take the stairs down, just to mix it up a bit. Unfortunately when I got to the first floor, the door was locked and you couldn’t get out. So back up I went (we were only on the 2nd floor) and then came down the elevator. Got the key programmed again and went back up. Still no luck. The next time I went down and said, “This will be the 4th time I’ve had this key reprogrammed. Can I have a different key card?” The guy threw my card away and reprogrammed another key, but also called maintenance. When I got back to my room my door was open and there was a guy working on the lock. He said it needed a new battery. Who knew these things were battery operated. I just thought it was magic.

Pam & Mary’s Big Bus Adventure – Day 10

Memphis to Rolla, MO

Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves. Each of you should look not only to your own interests, but also to the interests of others.
Philippians 2:3-4

I woke up around 6:00 and decided to go ahead and get ready and then start the Cheese Grits in the crock pot. I had been dreaming/worrying about it all through the night for some reason. When I got to the bus and looked at the recipe it said it had to cook for 6 hours. Well that’s a problem. It was already 7:15. I threw all the ingredients in the crock pot and got it turned on as quickly as I could. Mary had already cut up all the veggies so we were just going to saute them in the electric skillet and then throw them in the roaster with some pre-cooked chicken to stay warm until lunch.

Good morning Beale Street. I doubt anything was open yet.

We loaded every one’s luggage in the bus around 8:45 and then we all walked down to the Rock and Soul Museum. It had a great little intro video telling about how Soul music came about and how Memphis effected it and it effected Memphis. It was a great little museum but I expected it to have a little more about Rock. It just had a little about Elvis and Jerry Lee Jones.

The last exhibit was this wall with giant picks with famous guitar players’ names on them. I didn’t see one for Bruce. Must not be added yet.

Some goodies in the gift shop. I refrained from buying them.

On our way out of town we stopped at the hotel where Martin Luther King Jr was shot. It looked so normal. It’s hard to imagine such a huge loss at such an innocent looking place.

There is now a Civil Rights Museum on the other side of the street where the shooter was.

Once we left Memphis is was pretty much just driving and bathroom breaks until we got to Rolla. I tasted the Cheese Grits after a few hours and they tasted fine except that they needed alot more cheese. I added another block of cream cheese and the rest of the bag of shredded cheddar. Now that’s more like it. I thought our lunch was delicious. A few people loved the Cheese Grits, but we threw away a lot of plates with Cheese Grits still on them. You can’t please everyone.

We passed lots of cotton bales along the way the last few days. They were all wrapped in pink, light blue or yellow wrappers. Similar to big bales of hay.

One of these things is not like the others …. I have this weird thing where I lose my big toe nails periodically. It doesn’t hurt. I usually just look down and it’s gone. (also note I still have the inky pinky. I think it’s there for the rest of my life.)

We dropped off the first passenger in the Missouri boothill around 1:45. Then the next stop St Louis (Fenton) and then to Rolla. We got back around 4:45. everyone wanted to hear how our first trip went. Ronda who had trained me was there waiting for us. We finished unloading the bus around 6:15. They apparently had complete faith in us because Saul left the bus on so that we would have light and heat. We had turned if off before, but it felt very final this time. Saul left around 5:30. Next all the office people left and told us just to pull the office door shut when we left. Nothing says small business like being the last one to leave a place you’ve “worked” for 2 weeks. It was a fun trip, but we were very glad to be “home”. We spent the night with my mom in Rolla. After dinner I told my mom I was going to go ahead and go to bed because I was exhausted. Then I looked at my watch and it was 7:25. What!?! So I stayed up a few more hours until it was an acceptable time for bed. We got every thing sorted and ready to take off for Wichita tomorrow.

The empty office. We didn’t even know where the light switches were.

I haven’t mentioned much about the guests or posted many pictures of them because I feel like it would be disrespectful to them since they didn’t sign up for the blog. But I really enjoyed all the passengers. We had 5 single ladies and 5 couples ranging in age from 60 on up. We had several former nurses and teachers, a chiropractor, a farmer and business people. A great group! And I think they liked us too because they tipped us very generously!

Harvey stays home, but Bruce & Pam go to California!

Day 1 – Thursday

Bruce’s mom, Harriett has enjoyed spending the month of February in Florida for the past 15 years or so. After Covid, she wasn’t able to get the same place, so she decided to go to Monterey, California instead. Her brother lives in Monterey so she rented an AirB&B about 5 minutes from him. Bruce and both of his sisters were each going to come out for a weekend. But unfortunately, Harriett got Covid for the first time at the beginning of January. It messed with her for a long time and she was not up to going to California for February. But she kept the Condo and told us all to still go. Bruce and I took her up on it.

Since we like to live on the edge, we left our house at 8:05 for our 9:00 boarding flight. Luckily we had no problems. We arrived at the long term parking lot for the airport around 8:30 & jumped on the shuttle conveniently waiting for us in the parking lot. Since we were not checking any suitcases, we headed straight for the inspection place. No one was in line so we went straight through without a hitch. The beauty of a small airport on a Thursday morning. Our plane left about 30 minutes late for unknown reasons. Some how (Bruce swears he did not pick these) we were in the very last seats of a teeny little plane. Our seats were row 24, which tells you how small it was. I guess it was a little windy ‘cuz this was the worst take off I can remember. I couldn’t even look out the window because you could see the wing wobbling as we bounced along. I seriously thought we were gonna roll over going down the runway. It wasn’t much better in the air. You definitely feel every bump (wait – what could we be bumping on going through those soft fluffy clouds?) when you’re in the back row. I was praying like crazy. Bruce was calm and cool. I know that my life is ALWAYS in God’s hands, but I definitely FEEL it when I’m flying.

I wasn’t exaggerating when I said NO ONE was in line.

We changed planes in Denver where luckily our 2nd even tinier plane was also late to take off. We arrived in sunny Monterey, California with no problems. Aunt Mary & Uncle Stan picked us up and took us to their house. Devin, Bruce’s cousin Haddie’s hubby, loaned us their truck to drive and a couple bikes to ride around. Perfect! We grabbed a few groceries and headed for our Condo.

Our home away from home. And our bikes. Don’t tell Devin I accidentally let the bike fall over when I went to take a picture.

Our trusty steed! Gas here is over $5. Yikes!!

We met back up with Mary, Haddie & Devin and their son, OJ, and Lottie & Paul for dinner at the Dust Bowl. This was definitely within biking distance, but I didn’t want to bike home in the dark, so we drove. We had some yummy Mexican from a food truck permanently parked by the back patio of the Dust Bowl. Unfortunately I didn’t take one single picture of us there. You’ll just have to trust me.

Notice the signs: 24 minute parking. These are all over Monterey. Not 20 minutes or 25 minutes. Plus you have to pay for parking in all the other spots. Even in their parking lot.

Harvey stays home, but Bruce & Pam go to California

Day 2 – Friday

We were excited to jump on our bikes and explore the Monterey Bay area. Lucky for us the bike path went right by our condo complex. It was a beautiful sunny day, but a little chilly. Since we only had carry on suitcases, I didn’t do a very good job of packing. I forgot to bring a sweatshirt so Bruce took off the one he had on and gave it to me. That is my husband. He literally gave me the shirt off his back. And then I needed a little something more to wear over it besides my jean jacket or heavy coat, so he ran in and got another pull-over for me. Good thing he came prepared!

We passed a college beach volleyball (aka SAND volleyball in Kansas since we don’t have a beach) tournament going on right past our complex.

A little farther down the path we came to the wharfs (wharves?) Monterey has a commercial wharf with cute little shops and a working wharf with fresh fish and boats. As we neared the end of the working wharf, we heard barking and saw people looking over the edge. The water was full of seals (which I was sure were sea lions). They were swirling around and flopping all over each other in the water. It almost looked like they were swarming. Someone later told us it was mating season. And someone else told us they were migrating. So we don’t really know what was up, but they were sure fun to watch. There were even lots of seals under the wharf on the wood.

So many seals! Bruce was wishing he had a beach ball to throw them.

The cute wharf with all kinds of little shops and restaurants. We were not allowed here because we were on bikes.

We rode out along the Cannery Row and read the interesting story about it. Apparently this was one of the first places that they fished sardines and then canned them. They actually fished so much that at one point there were “none” left. Biologists determined that it was partially from over fishing and partially because the water gets warmer or colder every 25-ish years. I can’t remember which temp the sardines like, but when it gets to be the other temp they leave to find more comfortable water. And while they are gone, anchovies come and take over the area until the sardines come back.

We stopped at various points along the way just to watch the water crashing over the rocks. Kinda like we do in Kansas. Not.

I think these rocks kinda look like two eagles

We rode through the little town of Pacific Grove and decided to have lunch on Lovers Point at a place on the beach cleverly named The Grill at Lovers Point. After we ate our burgers a little friend came over to see if we had any leftovers. He was so cute. Bruce fed him a few french fries. (I know you are shocked we actually had any of those left!) Then I fed him some lettuce. He seemed to love them both.

Cutest little critter! He would wave his little arms to beg.

We stopped and talked to this guy who was fishing. Unfortunately he hasn’t had much luck today.

It felt like we were gone all day, but we actually only rode 8 miles and were home around 2:00. Since it was such a nice day I thought it sounded like a great idea to read my book on this little bench overlooking the ocean. You could see it from one of our decks and it wasn’t far. As I headed towards it, I realized that there was no path. I climbed over the wall and had to walk on these succulent looking plants. I hope that wasn’t illegal. It felt illegal because there were signs all over in various places talking about caring for our fragile seascape by staying on the path. Once I finally got to the bench I realized that there actually was a path but it came from the other direction. Oops! I climbed up on the bench and read for about 15 minutes. I had not realized how cold that wind was coming off the ocean. I decided to finish my book in the comfort of my living room with the door open a little so I could hear the ocean. Guess I’m a fair weather beach girl.

my bench and the carpet of plants surrounding it

View from my bench. Yes my feet are dangling. I guess it was designed for tall blonde beach girls with long legs.

After I finished my book and Bruce finished watching the Kansas State Swim Meet through the wonders of technology, we cleaned up and drove to downtown Monterey for dinner. Bruce had seen an article about this new cold brewed IPA beer brewed right here at Alvarodo Brewery so we headed there. We sat at a table in the bar with a nice couple from Salinas. He owns a construction company and I can’t remember what she did. After they left 2 guys joined us who were in town for a frisbee golf tournament. Of course Bruce asked them if they knew Luke Humphries. They did. They were fans and watched his youtube channel. Sadly, when Bruce ordered his beer (you know, the whole reason we chose that restaurant) the waitress came back and told him they had just sold out. Bummer!

After dinner we walked around town a bit, mostly looking for an ice cream shop. We found one called Revival. They had all kinds of unusual sounding kinds of ice cream so I asked if they did samples. The guy told me they don’t do samples, but if you get something you don’t like, they will replace it with something different. Fair enough. We ordered a double dip of Bee’s Knees (see below) because it was their specialty and a dark chocolate kind that was their take on Rocky Road. When we got down to the chocolate part I didn’t like the taste of it – it tasted like the kind of ice cream that you’d eat if it was all you had in your freezer, but not the kind you would eat if you had just been told that you could get a replacement. So I went back to the counter and asked if they were serious about a replacement. I ended up just getting another scoop of Bee’s Knees (which was fantastic) because I would have been super embarrassed to have to get a second replacement.

As we walked we heard this amazing voice singing. We followed it to a singer on a little outside patio. We found out her name is Brianna Colliard. Bruce says she sounds like Joni Mitchell.

Harvey stays home, but Bruce & Pam go to California

Day 3 – Saturday

We got up Saturday morning and headed to Madera to see Sujedy and her kids. She made us a delicious Mexican lunch complete with the refried beans I love! It was great seeing them all. I can’t believe how much the kids have grown up since we saw them in 2020. Julia looks like a mini Sujedy.

Of course I had to braid Julia & Virginia’s long thick hair.

On the way to Madera we passed lots of fields. Mostly crop fields, a few small orchards and even some cattle farms. I had to laugh at the California cattle farms. Those poor cows must have had goat or mule hoofs to keep from slipping down those grassy mountainsides.

California cattle farm. I didn’t get a good pic of the cattle perching on the side of the “hills”. Bruce must have been driving too fast.

Remember these things? We saw them on our trip across the country. We still don’t know what they are.

We saw lots of orchards of these trees. Maybe almonds?

We saw a few flooded fields from the massive rains California had in January. They are calling the rain atmospheric rivers. Never heard of that before. But these rains have really hurt the California growers around Madera. Some crops like strawberries were completely washed away. Homes were destroyed and equipment got ruined. Although it is definitely hurting the owners, it’s been really hard on the low-income farm workers who have been out of work.

We saw a spectacular sunset on the way home. Filled the whole sky. Thanks God!

And meanwhile, back in Monterey, Bruce’s cousin Lottie got married. No, this is not Lottie and her husband, Paul. It’s Uncle Stan & Lottie, silly. Today is also Uncle Stan’s 80th bday! Happy Birthday Sir Stanley!

Harvey stays home, but Bruce & Pam go to California

Day 4 – Sunday

Sunday morning we got up and rode our bikes to Paris Bakery. I thought we were breaking my rule of never eating at a place on vacation that we have in Wichita, but then I realized that the one 2 blocks from our house in Wichita is actually called Paris Baguette. Similar but not the same. They had so many yummy creations it was hard to decide. I ended up getting a quiche and a chai latte. And a blueberry scone. Bruce got a cranberry/apple scone and a small espresso. I’m pretty sure he must have had a small breakfast at the condo before we left. Did I mention that he has woken up around 3 AM every morning since we’ve been here? And when Bruce wakes up, he gets up. None of that trying to go back to sleep stuff.

After our delicious breakfast we decided to ride the other way on the bike path than we had gone on Friday. This path took us through this little mini forest where someone had cut down some cypress trees and ground them up into piles of mulch. It smelled SO good!

Past the forest the path kind of turned into a sidewalk and was pretty boring. Until we saw this little side detour and wondered where it went. Well, it was a steep paved path up a hill. Pretty sure it was 10 or 20% grade. You know, the kind Bruce warned me about on our trip across the country. Trucks would have been down shifting. OK maybe it wasn’t quite that steep. Bruce zoomed right up it and I slowly, slowly made it up myself after my instructor told me to shift to the easiest “spinniest” gear. BUT the view at the top was totally worth it. Plus then we got to go down hill which was kinda fun. Bruce clearly enjoyed it more than I did. I had to keep reminding him that he wasn’t on his road bike and he wasn’t wearing a helmet. We opted to live on the edge and skip the helmets because we were not going that fast. Turns out hardly anyone we saw riding bikes wore helmets. But luckily several wore masks. California culture? Safety first.

The view at the top. Sadly this picture does not remotely do it justice.

We had stopped at one point and watched some surfers trying to surf the short waves. Seeing them gave Bruce a hankering to get in the water. And body surf. When we got back to our condo he changed into his suit and we walked down our beach until he found some waves that looked promising. It was probably 55 degrees out. He headed into the water and got about waist deep, then decided it was too cold. I love it when he decides to think about consequences and that he chose not to risk a heart attack.

Bruce moving bravely onward. (plus notice the cool reflection)

That night we went to dinner at a restaurant on the wharf called the Sandbar Grill, which several people had recommended to us. We thought we ought to eat some seafood while we were here. This place was great. I think it was actually floating on the water. We had a nice view of the marina. And the food was great! After dinner we walked back down to the end of the wharf to see if the seals were still there. A few were, but not as many as before. God gave us another amazing sunset. This was the pastel wrap-around kind that doesn’t stop in the west but lights up the whole sky. Wowza! Thanks God!

I just noticed that a lot of my pictures have that little white circle & exclamation point. I think that is from opening my pictures when I didn’t have internet. Weird.

After dinner we stopped by Stan & Mary’s to borrow a wetsuit from Devin. Oh you thought Bruce had given up on body surfing. Oh No! Not my husband. Just going for plan B tomorrow. It was nice because Haddie & Lottie and their families were there, so we got to visit a little more.

Devin & Haddie holding Oliver (or OJ for short – which then became Juice)

Devin & Haddie’s electric bike that holds the whole family.

Harvey stays home, but Bruce & Pam go to California

Day 5 – Monday

After breakfast we met Haddie & Oliver to go to the Monterey Bay Aquarium. The line wrapped all the way around the building. But lucky for us, Haddie had a season pass that allowed us to skip the line and walk right in for free.

My favorite were the jelly fish. The one on the right is called a Chrystal Jellyfish because it’s almost see through.

We walked over to an Italian restaurant to meet everyone for lunch. They make their own pasta at this place so we all had to order pasta. Red meat sauce, 3 cheese sauce, pesto & chicken. All were delicious. For some reason, I never remember to take a group picture with all of our beautiful plates, but only remember when the table is full of dirty dishes.

When we got home Bruce put on the wetsuit and we drove back to the beach where we had seen the other surfers. The water seemed a lot rougher today which made me really nervous. There were no lifeguards and no other surfers today. So basically if anything happened to Bruce it would be up to me and the various mothers and children playing in the sand to save him. Yikes! That’s a scary thought! But he was undeterred. He marched out into the water and waited for some good waves. Unfortunately the waves were breaking really shallow making it pretty difficult to body surf. Bruce gave it a few shots and then called it a day. He had accomplished what he wanted to do – get in the ocean. Mission accomplished.

Stan & Mary drove us to Bruce’s cousin Tom’s house for dinner that night. We all walked over to In N Out for some burgers. Last time we were in town his wife, Hannleigh was working so we hadn’t met her yet. And since it was during Covid we hadn’t gotten to spend much time with his kids either. Such a delightful family. We had a wonderful time. Someday maybe I’ll tell you the fascinating story of how Tom met Hannleigh in the Philippines and what it took to get her to the US.

Hallie and Margaret enjoying their In N Out

On the way over Mary & Stan pointed out some million dollar homes and then some 2 million dollar homes. Amazing!

These houses sell for 2 million because they have a few of the beach.

This house is on the market for $1,200,000. And no, there is not more that you can’t see. What you see is all there is. Plus on a busy street.

Harvey stays home, but Bruce & Pam go to California

going home

Our trip home was uneventful. Monterey airport has only 5 gates. I love small airports. We made it home with no problems… except Bruce getting taken away by the Pokey.

Bruce’s cousin, Tom is a police officer in Monterey and part of his territory is the airport. So he came over and talked to us for a little while. He had a special app on his phone that he could track our plane with. And let us know that it was still about 20 minutes away when we were supposed to be loading. But luckily it wasn’t late enough for us to miss our Denver flight home.

God gave us a beautiful sunset from up in the sky.

Harvey goes to Texas … with friends

Day before

Harvey was getting bored sitting out in the field in his raincoat all winter, so we decided it was time to go some place. We didn’t go anywhere last summer because Harvey got a new roof which took forever. We moved Harvey to a friendlier campground storage place when our catalytic converter was stolen while it was parked at IStorage on Rock Road. And the IStorage manager just said, “gosh, we are sorry.” We wanted to go some place warm (not knowing Wichita would ALREADY be warm itself) so decided to head to Texas. We checked several places and ended up choosing Lake Buchanan because some of our friends wanted to go one place and just stay there. This is a new phenomenon for Bruce and I. But I think we are going to like it! We can put our awning out & even put on the string lights I bought (thinking I would put them out every night on our trip across the country – silly me!)

Bruce bought a new motorcycle. This one actually IS a motorcycle. It’s retro. Hmm see a pattern here … Harvey is old, Little Joe is old and now we have a new Green Machine … that is … old. I have not yet ridden on this motorcycle, but Bruce assures me that it can in fact get up hills with both of us on it and go over 40 mph if need be. Which I am most certain need will NEVER be, with me on it. But Bruce loves his new/old 1973 CB350. We had to buy a new trailer to carry it on & sturdier straps since it’s heavier than Little Joe. But now we are all set.

Bruce adjusting his new/old motorcycle on it’s new platform

Bruce filled up the propane tank, topped off the air in the tires, and did lots of other manly things to get Harvey ready. Including last fall putting in a bigger/deeper sink with a taller faucet. Yay! But does this mean I can’t complain about doing dishes now?

My beautiful new sink. Also notice our new table top in the background. Made by Stew.

I made the beds, cleaned out the inside and loaded it up with all our stuff. We are all set to leave as early as Bruce sees fit tomorrow. The plan is 6 AM but we all know how that goes.

Harvey goes to Texas … with friends

Day 1 the drive to Lake Buchanan

For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways.
Psalm 91:11-12

Bruce woke up around 4 AM and we headed out to Harvey at 4:45. I immediately crawled into bed in the back and tried to go back to sleep. My brain just wouldn’t turn off. I’m sure I slept a little, but not really. There were alot of road noises. Around 6:15 I noticed a different sound that sounded to me like something was dragging. I don’t know why I thought that or even why I noticed it over the other road noises, because it wasn’t that loud. But I jumped up and looked out the back window. I began screaming for Bruce to pullover. The motorcycle had fallen off the platform and was dragging. Sparks were flying everywhere. It was really scary! I was afraid the gas tank would break open and explode from the sparks. Bruce pulled over and we jumped out and ran to check the damage. We don’t know why the straps came undone, but the only thing holding it on was this metal bar thing that was actually a theft deterrent. Bruce had stuck it on at the last minute since we might be leaving the motorcycle on the platform to go exploring with our friends. It could have been SO SO much worse! We were so “lucky” that no cars were around. We were reminded again how God takes care of us even through trials. This was a deja vu on steroids. (from the time Little Joe’s straps broke when Harvey went 4-wheeling in Arizona) We were able to take off the anti-theft device and pull the bike upright. It was in surprisingly good condition. We think I must have heard it very soon after if fell so it didn’t drag that long. Bruce was able to turn it on and could almost drive it except the shifter handle was broken. We got it back on and reattached the straps. Only one was broken. We were still pretty nervous so Bruce stopped at a truck stop in Perry, OK and bought more straps to add on.

The light still works even though the front of it was smashed to smithereens. That thing by the front wheel is what kept the bike attached to the platform.

20 minutes later it was back on and ready to go.

Secure now with additional orange straps.

Then at McDonald’s, they gave me a McGriddle instead of my biscuit sandwich. Is it going to be one of those kind of days?

We passed through Wichita Falls where Bruce had ridden in a 100 mile race called, “Hotter ‘N Hell” last summer. Seeing Windhorst and Jacksboro also on our path, we realized that this was probably part of the route we took back in 2020 because we went through all three of those towns. We stopped at one place that was a gas station according to GasBuddy, but not in reality – so we didn’t end up getting gas in Wichita Falls. This was a mistake. The next few towns we went through didn’t even have gas stations. Must we go through this every trip? We finally found a little place in Scotland that had 2 pumps. I was convinced it was closed, but Bruce pulled up anyway and we were in luck.

Bruce at the place that wasn’t a gas station, getting directions to an actual gas station that he decided not to go to.

Thank you Lord, for this gas station in disguise.

I had been looking forward to getting a burger at the City Drugstore in Jacksboro. When we passed through before in 2020, they had just closed their grill so we could only get milkshakes. But sadly this time when we called ahead, the guy told us that the grill was closed indefinitely and the girls that made the milkshakes were on lunch for another hour. What a disappointment! We ended up stopping at a place called Herd’s Burgers where Bruce had the best hamburger he’s ever eaten and I had another disappointment. I mean seriously, who sells hamburgers without FRIES?!? And a bottle of coke without ice? I need to remember to ask FIRST if it’s a fountain drink or not. Because if it’s “or not” I’d just as soon pass.

Bruce got a call and ended up having a working lunch.

We went through lots of cute small towns today. Did I mention that we drove I35 to I44 to 281 just for that reason? Mineral Wells was super cute. I didn’t get many pictures of the little shops because the driver didn’t want to stop. He begrudgingly agreed to stop at the big rocking chair (where we had stopped and taken pictures on a previous trip when the kids were little) to take pictures only. They wouldn’t let you actually sit in the chair any more for liability reasons. It was surrounded by cute shops, all calling out to me, but since we now were in a hurry, I took pictures only. After lunch our journey had turned into a race to get to the Antique Motorcycle Museum (10 miles from our campsite) before they closed at 5 PM. Bruce had seen something about this museum when we were looking for fun things to do near Lake Buchanan. After our motorcycle incident, he called them to see if they sold parts for antique motorcycles and sure enough they did. And they possibly had just the part we needed to fix the shifter thing.

My view most of the day. Bruce drove all but the last 50 miles.

The court house in Hamilton, another cute little Texas town.

Our first glimpse of Blue Bonnets along the road. So much prettier in real life.

We drove by the church where we stayed in Windhorst that had the Grotto.

We arrived at our campsite around 5:30 after a quick stop at the Antique Motorcycle Museum (who stayed open for us) to get the thing for the motorcycle shifter. The owner was super nice. She told Bruce to take it and see if it worked and then either bring it back or pay when he comes back. He must look honest. We actually are looking forward to going back to the museum. And by “we” I mean Bruce. Anyway we got all set up and hung out with our friends a bit, making plans for tomorrow. Sadly the awning was broken and we could not set it up. I’m still figuring out a way to hang my twinkle lights. Since Rod & Kimberly had gotten there earlier, they were kind enough to grill steaks for us all. Yum! Looking forward to tomorrow!

Harvey goes to Texas … with friends

Day 2 – Marble Springs and Ink State Park

We headed to Marble Falls around 9 AM to get some breakfast, explore the cool Historic area of this small town and then hike the waterfalls. We had a great breakfast at the Blue Bonnet Cafe on the side of a 5 lane highway (wait isn’t this supposed to be a small town?) After breakfast we went to check out the historic district. We asked someone about it and they said that actually most of the old historic buildings had been torn down but there was still one, which she pointed out. We walked over to it and realized it was a State Farm office. While exploring several fun shops that were NOT in historic old buildings, we mentioned to one shop owner that we were going to go hike around the waterfalls next. She was kinda quiet. We asked her if she knew the best place to go. She let the cat out of the bag: did someone forget to mention that there are actually NO WATERFALLS in Marble Falls. And as it turns out, there is actually no marble here either. Just quartz that the early settlers THOUGHT was marble. You heard right. No marble and no falls. So looks like they just made up the town’s name. In all fairness, I guess there used to be some falls, but they are now covered by a lake.

We had breakfast at the Blue Bonnet Cafe. Bruce is having a working vacation.

So what exactly is the definition of “Historic”?

We had some fantastic toffee gelato here. Yum!

We found this really cool bar for our basement, but maybe 15 years too late.

You know what I always say about every town having a tank, train or plane …

We were not to be deterred. We found another place called Ink State Park where we could hike and see lots of Blue Bonnets and some waterfalls. It was on the way back to Lake Buchanan. We enjoyed our afternoon there and saw lots of Blue Bonnets. But no falls. And walked over 15,000 steps.

This cactus looked black and dead, but surprisingly new growth was coming from it.

This is what happened when I stopped to talk to some other hikers. My peeps just went on without me. Good thing I have such great tracking skills.

Bruce holding up a boulder so it doesn’t crush him. Yea, he’s a brute.

There were lots of lizards all over. This one pretended to be shy but then decided to pose for us.

This stick looks like it’s giving God the praise for this beauty.

We ate dinner at a lakeside restaurant called Boat Town Bar & Grill. I had a great burger and FRIES. Bruce had sliders.

We ended the day with some time in the hot tub at our RV Park.

Oops. We actually ended the day with a hootenanny in Mark & Nancy’s cabin. And I’m telling you my hubby has a great voice! So smooth. The others weren’t too bad either.

Harvey goes to Texas … with friends

Day 3 – Fredericksberg

Before we left for the day, Nancy & I heard from Kim who heard from Mary that there was an amazing little nature path that we really needed to take. So of course we headed off immediately. They were not wrong. The Wildlife was truly amazing back there. First we saw what appeared to be an African deer. A little further in was some kind or moose or elk. And then, wait for it, a huge giraffe. Definitely a worthwhile jaunt.

After our safari we climbed in the cars and headed to Fredericksberg. Mary & Stew, and Rod & Kimberly both had pull-behinds, so they could unhook and drive their cars for our adventures. Mark & Nancy ended up leaving their camper at home and renting a cabin at our RV Park, so they also were kind enough to chauffeur us around.

Our first stop was the Enchanted Rock which I must say was a bit of a surprise. I assumed it would be a big boulder because seriously who would stop to see a little rock? But actually Enchanted Rock was a huge pink granite mountain. It was called Enchanted Rock because indians used to hide up there from settlers passing by. They were invisible to the settlers, but their fires could be seen. So naturally the settlers thought the mountain was magic. They also heard creaking and groaning coming from the mountain, caused by the cooling of the rock which had been heated in the daytime sun. The early settlers thought it was ghosts. We could see people hiking up the side of it, but we all decided we had gotten our fill yesterday and would save our steps for Fredericksberg.

I had barely gotten out of the car when I was approached by a guy handing out samples of skin cream. He took one look at my face and beckoned me into his salon for some eye cream. I think I’m offended! But hey, who would turn down an offer for eye cream? He put some below my right eye. The stuff was normally $500 for a tube, but today I could get it for $299 and they would throw in the face cream. If he would have moved the decimal over one space to the left, I might have bought a tube or 2. Bruce had come in by this time and he is convinced all skin care products are placebos. So needless to say we walked away. Normally I can never tell any difference, but I swear the bags looked better right away. And then when I was taking off my make-up I noticed that it still looked better. Maybe I should go back.

This was mildly creepy. It was straw in a planter, kinda made to look like a petrified snowman.

A few shops down we came upon a window with a dancing pig wearing a sheriff’s suit. How could we resist that? We went in and discovered a universe of tasting. Rows of flavored peanut butter like Chocolate Raspberry and Banana Cinnamon. All kinds of unusual jellies and dips and mustards and spreads. Bruce and I are easily entertained. Between the two of us, I think we tried it all.

Next we followed our noses into a leather shop. Mmm. I love the smell of leather. And I am always drawn to leather westerny purses. I have not owned one in years, but I keep looking. Some day I will find the perfect purse and grab it. And pay for it of course, not just grab it and run.

We caught up with our gang in a shop featuring the work of some local artists. I loved the work, but unfortunately my taste and my art budget don’t see eye to eye. I need to find a shop of the new artists, just starting out who are still selling their stuff dirt cheap.

Isn’t this cheery? Shoulda bought it for my mom.

I like this but can’t justify $50 for a coffee mug. Maybe Mary will make me one.

We popped in to a local winery where Mary and Kimberly were doing a wine tasting. I wish I loved or even liked wine, but I just don’t. Bruce and I moved on to a silver jewelry store called the Texas Silver Rush. Right inside the door was a cool signed guitar which Bruce felt the need to pick up. The owner rushed over and kindly asked him to refrain from touching it. It had been given to Bob, the owner, when he handed out an award at the CMA Awards a few years ago. He had lots of music connections. Mark & Nancy were with us, so Mark and Bruce talked music people (that I had never heard of) with Bob. It always amazes me all the knowledge in my husband’s brain. I can barely remember the names of groups I liked in high school, much less the band member’s names and history. We continued talking with him for quite a while and I guess he liked us because he pulled out a pair of earrings and gave a pair to me and one for Nancy. He said that they were like the ones that had been in the gift bag at the CMAs. So yeah, me and Carrie Underwood might show up some place wearing the same earrings.

Me and Bob, the silver guy. Please note that the bags under my right eye are less prominent than those under my left eye.

We had lunch at Mamasita’s Mexican Restaurant, which Nancy had been told actually means “Sexy Little Mama”. Bruce got Enchiladas as always. I ordered a chalupa combo which came out looking like a tostada. It seems like the food on my plate often comes out completely different than what I thought I ordered. I definitely had order envy over Mary’s taco salad. As we were leaving, Bruce bought a hat since he had forgotten one.

Our final stop was at a flower place that was supposedly having a big festival. We found the flower place but didn’t see any festival. Never did find out where it was. It was a great flower shop, but we were kinda shopped out so headed home.

We chilled a while and then all gathered in Harvey and swapped stories. I now have some great stories on these guys, but you’ll have to ask them yourself.

Seems like Harvey doesn’t stay quite as clean when we are staying put. No need to put everything away to keep it from flying around when you travel if you aren’t traveling.

Didn’t expect to see one of these in Texas

Oopsy, looks like someone forgot to take down the Christmas decorations in Llano

Harvey goes to Texas … with friends

Day 4 – Burnet and Krause Springs

Nancy & Mark and Kimberly & Rod all left this morning. We had been planning to move to an RV park near Fredericksberg for the next 2 nights. But since we went to Fredericksberg yesterday, we decided to stay here at the Buchanan RV park at Buchanan Lake (pronounced B’canon according to the locals we met). Mary & Stew were allowed to stay in their spot but we had to move. This of course seems ridiculous to us because why couldn’t the other people take the empty spot and us stay where we were? The new spot was nicer, shadier and had an empty spot next to it. Whatever.

First stop this morning was the Hill Country Vintage Motorcycle Museum in Burnet. The town is pronounced BURN-it but apparently everyone mispronounces it Bur-NET, so they have a little saying to help you remember: It’s Burn-it, durn it. Learn it! Anyway Janelle at the museum was happy to see us. Bruce paid for the part and entrance for us all to go in to the museum. Gotta say, I’m not really a motorcycle person but Bruce and Stew enjoyed reminiscing about motorcycles they had owned or known about in the past. Mary and I were more interested in the posters and colorful stories that went along with some of the bikes.

Next stop was “downtown” Burnet to watch a gunfight. The show was donation only and a little (ok, a lot) hokey. I guess you get what you pay for. But the actors do it for free and donate all donations received to charities. They said they have all been performing it every Saturday for 24 years.

After the show, we headed back towards Marble Falls to a Brewery called Save the World Brewery to get a six pack of Cave Bandit, a local IPA that Bruce had tried yesterday. While he was inside getting his beer Mary & I played a rousing game of tetherball. I loved tetherball as a kid. My parents even bought me my own tetherball. It was light blue and awesome. Except I don’t remember it ever getting cemented into the ground. I won the first game and then Mary won the next two. I blame it on her height. I can only imagine what the families sitting around outside thought of the two old ladies playing tetherball.

By this time we were getting a little hungry. Someone we had talked to recommended Bay View Restaurant & Bar. As we drove up we thought it looked a little more ritzy than we had in mind. We decided to give it a shot anyway. We all got the sandwich/salad combo plate. Mary got a margarita so I felt obligated to get one as well. She shouldn’t be the only one getting a brain freeze. We had a decent view of the water. Since it was “Bay” view I kept forgetting and calling it the ocean. I didn’t even know that lakes could have bays. It was super windy out, which you can tell by the picture we took.

No, I am not wearing a seatbelt. We are reclining on a comfy bench and that’s my backpack/purse strap. Function over fashion.

After lunch we hung out for a bit in the outdoor lounge area and then decided to drive around and look at the expensive houses nearby. We turned into a neighborhood and immediately saw a house under construction. Stew and Bruce wanted to go in. Mary and I were a little hesitant but Stew assured us that the contractors there wouldn’t care at all and sure enough they didn’t. We wandered all over the house. In one of the bedrooms they had two queen built in bunkbeds with a mini stair case in between them. To me that shouted “grandkids”. As we came outside to leave, we saw that Stew was talking over the fence to the kids/young adults in the yard next door. Apparently one of the guys, Dakota, had a medical staffing company with his mom that was doing quite well. She bought several houses on Lake LBJ, including that house complete with pool. It was empty most of the time but Dakota and his friends came down from San Antonio to stay there on the weekends. One kid had a hat on that said ROAR. When he asked Bruce what his name was, Bruce said “just call me Roar.” Bruce immediately became a superstar. The kid with the hat was like, “oh my gosh! I have a hat that says roar. Here, you should have it!” Kind offer but Bruce declined. Some of them thought we owned the house where we were snooping, so of course we had to play along. It’s funny how gullible 20-ish year old guys can be when they’ve been drinking all day at the pool.

By this time it was in the upper 80s and Bruce was feeling the need for some water. We had packed our swimsuits this morning but didn’t have a definite idea of where we would go. Someone had suggested Krause Springs (pronounced Krou-si) yesterday. Since we were already kinda in that direction we decided to go there. What a hidden gem! We walked up to a beautiful family owned, shaded park like property that we could enjoy for only $10/person. The entrance was through a huge garden of perennials and potted plants with huge trees filled with giant wind chimes. There was beautiful stonework everywhere – the patios, table & benches, walkways & even the stairs. There were areas for camping and picnicking and even an RV park (which is not advertised on the internet – you have to call to reserve a spot). At the top was a pool filled with spring water or you could go down to the next level and climb over some rocks down to the actual spring, complete with a small waterfall. We decided to go all the way down to the spring at the bottom. Bruce immediately got in but Stew & Mary and I opted to only have our feet numb and not our whole body. I think all those years of outdoor morning swim practices have permanently numbed the nerves in Bruce’s skin because cold water is not a deterrent to him. After a while of awkwardly sitting on the rocks dangling our feet, we decided to move up to the pool. It was more comfortable but just as cold. Since it was almost 90 degrees it actually was pretty refreshing to just have our feet in the water.

Look closely. There are at least 7 large wind chimes in this tree. There were multiple trees filled with them.

guess who took the rock steps and who took the steep ones

This is not conspicuous at all. We “hid” our stuff when we went exploring so that none of the families at the pool would be tempted to steal it. (eye roll emoji)

After such a full day we had ice cream for dinner and then Bruce wanted to chill in our RV. “Chill” is code for turn on the tv and fall asleep on a couch within 10 minutes. I however got hooked on the 20/20 crime solver that he turned on and had to watch it to completion.

Harvey goes to Texas … with friends

Day 5 – Crown Hill Winery, Luchenbach, Kerrville & beyond

Today was so action packed that you may want to take a break midway and read the rest tomorrow. I’m tired just thinking about it. But such a FUN day with lots of spontaneous treats from God scattered throughout. Also I should mention that the pictures in this blog are best viewed on a laptop. I noticed that sometimes they get cut off or covered up by the comments on a cell phone.

Traci’s daughter & son-in-law, Becky & Robert opened a winery fairly close to where we were staying. So of course we had to go see it. I did not realize that Texas was such wine country. There were wineries everywhere. Also quite a few craft breweries and a few whiskey distilleries thrown in. So choose your poison.

Although Becky & Robert both have other full time jobs and a new baby, they bought this amazing property, had the barn redone into their main building and tasting room and opened Crown Hill Winery. We had a little wine tasting and then Becky took us over to see their house. The previous owners had the fruits of the spirit carved into some of the stones. How cool is that? They also have a smaller house where their caretaker lives, that was built in the 1800s. In the future they plan to build a production facility (currently their wine is made in another location) and plant grapes. They may even use their property as a venue for weddings and things.

Some of the artwork for sale by the talented Traci Pickert

A few of the fruits of the spirits carved into the stone on their house

On the way to Crown Hill we had seen a sign for chocolate tasting. Yes! Sign me up!! When we mentioned it to Becky she said that next door to the chocolate place was an ice cream store that made their ice cream from water buffalo milk. What kind of alternate universe had we entered into? We stopped there next. Because when you’ve just done a wine tasting at 11:30 AM, the next step is naturally chocolate and then ice cream. The guy at the counter, James, gave us each a little baggie of various chocolates and instructed us to go into the other room where we could watch a video about their chocolate being made in Venezuela and hear about each chocolate we tasted. Our little chocolate taste bag included white chocolate, milk chocolate, dark chocolate, a spicy chocolate covered cashew, pistachio bark and a spicy chocolate truffle. We learned that their chocolate is made from cacao seeds which are found inside a plant called mazorca. The meat of the mazorca plant does not taste like chocolate at all, but similar to lemonade. The farmers scrape out the fruit with the seeds still in it. Then they take it to a processing place where it is layered between banana leaves in a wooden vat and left to ferment for about a week. When the fruit is fermented, the beans that are now left, are spread out in the sun to dry for several days. Once dried, the beans are taken to their factory in Barquisimeto, Venezuela where they are roasted, winnowed & ground up. Fascinating! But don’t ask any of the others about it because they all rushed back to taste more chocolate while I was getting educated. It’s always amazing to me that people discovered delicious tasting parts of plants that otherwise didn’t taste good at all. Back in the showroom we were given samples of several flavors of chocolate bark, toffee, truffles and fudge. They had lots of unusual flavors including a key lime fudge and chipotle almond bark. James would say, “would you like to try …?” We never said “no”.

I can’t believe this place wasn’t packed. Did you see the part where you taste CHOCOLATE?

Our goodie bag. Used to be served on a little tray but covid came along.

James made the whole thing really fun. Found out he’s also an actor. Figures.

Once we loaded up on chocolate we headed next door to the ice cream place. When we noticed that they also sold a few pre-made sandwiches, we decided that maybe lunch would be a nice intermission before we hit the ice cream. Since we didn’t want to get too full of anything remotely healthy, Bruce & I split a sandwich and Mary & Stew split a sandwich. We ate out back near the water buffalo pen where Pearl, Peaches and Patience, the baby water buffalos, munched on grass. There was water buffalo food (which looked very similar to the grain my horses used to eat) that we could hand feed them. The actual water buffalo herd whose milk is used for this ice cream are kept some place else in southern Texas. After washing our hands very thoroughly, we went in for the grand finale. Of course we tasted all the flavors since that seemed to be the theme of the day. The guy offered to make our scoops half & half because they were all so deliciously creamy and we were having trouble deciding. Mary got pistachio and citrus cream. I got chocolate (because can you ever have too much?) and coffee. I don’t remember what Stew got. Bruce got straight coffee. When he ordered it, he said, “I’d like a large cup of coffee” which actually was the totally appropriate way to order it. You know – large, not medium; cup, not cone; coffee flavor. But it threw the counter guy for a sec. He got a funny look on his face (like “what the heck, I’m trying to serve you ice cream not coffee!”) and asked, “would you like cream or sugar with that?”

The Peach and Pork Sandwich intermission; peach chutney, arugula, prosciutto, swiss cheese & onion jam on grilled ciabatta. Very frou frou to eat out back with water buffalo.

The baby girls: Peaches, Patience & Pearl

Water buffalo ice cream – the grand finale

A guy on a blog I like (called Crazy God Stories) talked about this giant cross in Kerrville which was in the same area. We headed there next. The garden had lots of different statues along with the giant cross. It also had a place that you could write prayer requests on rocks and leave them in the garden to be prayed for.

I love this statue of Jesus coming back in power. He’s riding bareback with no reins and is not even wearing shoes because he created horses & doesn’t need them.

We met a pastor there who had been a missionary in Albania, the same place that our church now supports.

After Kerrville we headed to Luckenbach, and yes, we all had the song stuck in our heads, even though our GPS was convinced it was pronounced luck-in-batch. I assumed Luckenbach was just another cute small town in Texas. I had no idea HOW small. It was basically a post office, a general store, a town hall and one house. All the paraphernalia says: Luckenbach, TX population 3 because there was a family of 3 people living in the house when the town was bought by a guy named Hondo Crouch in the 70s. Apparently he was quite a character. He made himself mayor and put on all kinds of festivals and celebrations. His motto was, “Everybody’s somebody in Luckenbach”. It is now a music venue with a few tourist shops. I think they still do weddings and events in the old Town Hall. I wonder if anyone would have ever heard of it if it wasn’t for Waylon’s song or Willie’s 4th of July shows there. We sat for a while listening to the people taking turns singing on the stage. It was really hard to hear them because they were not mic’d and some people behind us kept talking through the whole thing. I did however find a new purse.

hangin out listening to music (or should I say, trying to)

Jake Martin & the other guys taking turns singing

the group Surrender Hill were special guests

Statue of Jerry Jeff Walker & Hondo Crouch

According to this, Hondo Crouch put Luckenbach on the map, but we all know Waylon did.

More purses to love. I bought the one on the bottom left – no, not the basket, the one above it.

This was the original only house in the town. It still is.

By this time we were getting hungry again. We had been given several suggestions in the last couple of days for restaurants. We decided to try the Pecan Street Brewery in Johnson City because it was kinda on the way home. We went in and were seated at the front. The bathrooms were being remodeled so Stew had to go to the back to get to the ones upstairs. He told us there was live music and dancing in the back. When we asked the hostess if we could move, she said that there are about 50 people who reserve seats back there every Sunday when this band plays, so there probably wouldn’t be any tables. But she checked anyway. And lo and behold there was one table left, which we snatched up immediately. It was so fun to sit back there and listen to this band play songs we knew and watch these older people (I try to be more careful with that description these days since I am quickly joining the ranks. I usually go with the definition: if you are older than me, you are old. If you are younger than me, you are young) two stepping and tearing it up on the dance floor. You could tell they mostly all knew each other well and had been dancing together for a long time. The band quit playing and everything shut down at 9:00 so we headed home.

The Lost Sounds have been playing here every Sunday for the last 9 years.

Bruce & I practiced our 2 stepping skills while we waited for our food to arrive.

Harvey goes to Texas … with friends

Days 6 & 7 – heading home

I’m sorry to leave you hanging. I got a little behind on my blogging. If you’re the kind of person that reads the last page of the book first and want to jump to the end … SPOILER ALERT … we made it home.

Bruce got the RV unhooked and ready to head out while I lollygagged drinking my coffee and taking a shower in the RV park bathroom. This RV park had 3 individual bathrooms with showers that had great water pressure and hot water. Very nice. Plus it was weirdly close to both of our Harvey parking spots. I say weirdly because our spots were not close to each other, but both were really close to the pool/bathroom/shower area.

The pool area. Bathroom/showers would be just to the right.

Look quickly at this. Doesn’t it look like a cow?

Anyhoo Bruce drove while I had breakfast and practiced my Swahili and basically solved all the world’s problems. Once I had finished that, I hopped up into the passenger side front seat and casually said, “I’m happy to drive if you want.” Bruce declined. But then as we were passing through a town and stopped at a stoplight, Bruce says “how quickly can you get into my seat?” as he’s unbuckling. Luckily I am fast at seat swapping and we were able to complete our Chinese fire drill before the light turned green. So the next thing you know, I’m driving to Waco and Bruce is financially advising at the table in the back.

In Waco we stopped at Magnolia Market for a bit. It was a little different than I expected. I’m not sure why I expected it to be anything but shops with overpriced but really cool decorating paraphernalia. We stopped at the BackYard Bar & Grill for nachos on the way in, mainly because we were walking past it and because Mary & Stew were already eating lunch there. But also because we assumed that any food on the Magnolia Market complex would be really expensive. We were wrong about that too. They had lots of little food trucks around that were decently priced and looked like they had some pretty yummy food. Oh well. Why settle for chicken & waffles, gourmet grilled cheese or a bougie hotdog when you can have mediocre nachos? We peeked in each little shop, usually deciding we weren’t interested, until we had covered the whole complex. Bruce was with Stew & Mary, a little ahead of me, apparently screaming for ice cream. The cutest little boy came up to him and pointed to a place across the complex that sold ice cream. At that point we had no choice. We headed over and bought some.

When we’d had enough Magnolia Market we headed to Dallas. We plugged in at Carmilla’s RV Park. Wish I had a pic. It’s a good thing she lives on a corner. Mary & Stew parked in front and Harvey parked along the side. I’m sure the neighbors loved it. Chelsea (who we have always called Wangui or Baby Doll, but who is about to head to college and has decided to use her first name now) wanted us to go to a restaurant called Babe’s because she thought it represented Texas. They had only 3 things on their verbal menu: chicken tenders, fried chicken on the bone or chicken fried steak. They served it all family style with corn, biscuits, potatoes & salad. Did I mention that Chelsea is a vegetarian? Celinda and David also met us there for dinner. David found out he had cancer shortly after we saw them in 2020. He has now been cancer-free for almost a year. He’s a walking miracle!

Look at that spread! Can someone say carbs!

creepy guy sitting VERY still at a table toward the back

Me whenever I get within 6 feet of a bathroom

Histerical plaque on the building. Read it cafefully.

I didn’t take a single picture on the last day. We left Carmilla’s around 8:30 and headed back to Wichita. Stew was going on to Table Rock Lake so Mary rode home with us. We got home around 4:00. I unloaded the food, clothes and other stuff from Harvey because Bruce had some work stuff he needed to take care of as well as a meeting at church. At some point during the week I developed a sore muscle along the side of my leg which caused me to limp whenever I walked. Certain positions were no problem, but certain positions caused intense pain. It seemed to be worse when I had been sitting or when I first woke up. So I’m sure I was quite the sight hobbling back and forth unloading Harvey after I had been sitting for 6 hours. But mission accomplished!

Off to the Great White North – Thursday

Since I still have the blog account until July I figured I would do one last blog. Let’s see if I still remember how …

Thursday – We’re off!

Due to an unusual cold front that came in, it was colder in Wichita than in Fairbanks the week we were there.

Got up at 3:45, showered and headed to the airport around 4:30. We arrived and had plenty of time even though it always makes me nervous to cut it that close. One of the perks of our little Wichita airport. 13 Gates. We parked in long term parking and took the shuttle over to the airport, so naturally Bruce knew the one other person on the shuttle, Scott.

I had baked, decorated and individually bagged a bunch of heart sugar cookies because I was originally going to give them to our neighbors for Valentine’s. But since I was sick all week and never did it, I began giving them to other people around Wichita. I had wanted to add a sticker with a Bible verse, but our printer wasn’t working So I decided to hand write stickers for the remaining cookies that said, “You are loved by God!” Ephesians 2:10 and bring them to Alaska. It will be so fun being able to hand them out along the way.

We had mostly uneventful flights. Wichita to Dallas to Seattle to Fairbanks. I did get stuck in the bathroom which has never happened to me before. I flicked the little switch to unlock the door but it wouldn’t budge. For a minute I thought I would be flying the rest of the way on the toilet seat. Luckily there was a girl waiting in the aisle who jumped into action when she heard me saying, “I think I’m stuck in the bathroom!” She was able to yank the door from the outside. My hero!

After arriving in Fairbanks around 3:30. we rented a car and piled in for the mile and a half drive to our lodge. We are so glad the Lette’s wanted to come on this adventure also. Most of our friends said, “WHY would you want to go to Alaska in the WINTER?” We stayed at Pike’s Waterfront Lodge. It was perfect! A little weathered but full of homey amenities. We had a balcony off our room where we could go to see the Northern Lights if they were viewable. We set up a Northern Lights Alert call from the front desk for if they were sighted or predicted on one of the apps. We never got a call. They also had a glass domed viewing room with a movie screen, library and pool table to stay busy while you waited for the light show. Also on property were reindeer, a sledding area, a library, a restaurant, lots of fire places both indoors and outdoors, a telescope, a lounge with lots of games, a gift shop and a little ice cream shop.

Because we got the Marshmallow special to book our rooms, they gave us the supplies to make S’Mores on one of the outdoor fire places.

We even had our own ice sculpture in the back

We ate dinner in the restaurant on the property because we were all a little tired and didn’t feel like finding a fun restaurant in town. Bruce and I both had Halibut chowder for dinner. It was pretty good. I also ordered their special Alaskan Berry Blast martini. The waiter asked if I wanted a big or small one and then convinced me to get the big one since it was only $2 more. I guess everything’s bigger in Alaska because this looked like a small fish bowl. It could have easily fed (drank?) the whole table. And no, I did NOT finish it. Even with help from my friends. I did influence the ladies at the table next to us to get one also. Am I a pusher?

Me trying to convince Bruce that I didn’t know it would be this big

Off to the Great White North – Friday

Friday Night Lights

Friday – After breakfast we hopped in our car to explore the town. I criticized Chris’s driving so from then on he called me Miss Daisy. We saw a winter clothing store called Ray’s. We decided to check out Ray’s in honor of our friend, Ray in Wichita. They had tons of warm winter stuff. I’m sure it’s essential for everyone and every age to have appropriate boots, gloves, socks and various other hat and face covering options. We clearly were on vacation with no agenda because we spent way longer than necessary perusing every section. I think our only purchase was a sweatshirt by Bruce. And some grandkid gifts for the Lette’s.

Several people had recommended that we go to the Museum of the North on the Fairbanks University campus. It was pretty close to our hotel. We looked around for a while and then decided we needed to go to lunch. None of us were huge museum people, but since we had seen a few cute things in the gift shop, we made plans to go back after lunch.

We had chili and grilled cheese at a little café called River City Cafe in a building that had been divided into several little shops. Jennifer and I also had these delicious cherry almond chocolate coffees. She doesn’t like coffee so hers was pretty much a fancy hot chocolate. Yum!! No calories there I’m sure. I did not do a good job of taking pictures of any of this.

As we finished praying for our food, a guy stopped by our table and said, “That is so nice to see. Thank you!” We weren’t sure what the correct response to that is so we all just kind of smiled awkwardly. Later as he was walking by to leave I asked him if he was from there. Turns out he lives about an hour away in a cabin in the woods and works as a trapper in the winter and a big game (moose, elk, bear, etc) hunting guide in the summer. As he was telling us about his 4 kids that his wife homeschooled. I said “wow, you must have an awesome wife!” To which he answered, “well, I did. I actually just came from Divorce Court. My wife had enough and left.” Oh my gosh. Can someone please help me get my foot out of my mouth? It’s lodged pretty deep. He was very straight forward about the whole thing. I guess even though it was official today, it’s been a while and not fresh wounds. We continued talking for another 15 minutes or so, so I guess he didn’t hate me too bad. I gave him a cookie. Bruce got his card. If any of you would like to do a little big game hunting, just hit us up.

We browsed the cute little shop across the hall with pricey original art from Alaskans. I guess they have to find creative ways to support themselves in the wilderness. Upstairs was a museum dedicated to the Iditarod. Very educational. One time there was an epidemic in Nome or some place and the only way to get medicine to them quick enough was by using sled dogs. They had to run almost straight through with little sleep to get the medicine there in time, but they saved the day.

Since I always talk about Bruce losing stuff I guess I should fess up about me as well. When I was waiting in line to use the restroom I chatted with this nice lady from Texas. As we were pulling out I realized that I had forgotten my phone in the restroom. We drove around the block and I jumped out and ran back in. Just as I was walking by a little knife shop I heard someone say, “I think it’s the lady that went in before me.” I looked in the window and sure enough, the lady who had been after me was handing my phone to the guy working in the knife shop. I went in and thanked them. The guy said, “You were lucky. Lots of times people keep them and sell them on ebay.” I guess it pays to be friendly to the lady in line behind you. I gave them each a cookie.

Some of the cookies handed out across the US.

We went back to the museum to buy a few things from the gift shop. They are raising money for a new exhibit about a guy who got lost in the woods and lived in an abandoned bus out in the wilderness for months. He kept a diary of his time out there until he ate some poison berries and died. They eventually had to remove the bus because dumb adventurers were going out to try to find the bus and live there and the powers that be got tired of rescuing them. I bought a book about it. We also had to go to “The Place to Listen” an exhibit in this room that was music supposedly caused by the inner workings of the earth. We aren’t buying it. But we still went in.

After resting a bit back at the lodge we went to dinner at The Pumphouse. Very unlike the Pumphouse in Wichita. This was more along the fine dining lines. I had Alaskan Salmon because a guy on the plane said that we had to try it and we would never want to eat regular salmon again. It was good. My non-foody mouth could not really tell the difference. Now I can check that off my list and go back to eating beef and chicken. And french fries.

Back at the lodge we got ready for the main event. On my phone it looked like it was going to be cloudy all week. I was mentally preparing myself to go home without seeing the Northern Lights, even though this was the main reason that we came. Everything that you read says there are no guarantees. Our seatmate on the plane to Seattle was from Anchorage (actually from the country of Colombia, but she had lived in Anchorage the last 15 years. She now goes back to Colombia during the winters and was heading back to Alaska when we sat with her. I guess that’s a sign that spring is coming. Kinda like the birds migrating back to the north.) She told us about apps that were supposed to let you know when the Northern Lights were most likely viewable and where. Of course we all downloaded them. We piled into our guide’s van around 9:40 PM along with 8 other people and headed out to his little cabin in the woods. He called it Husky Lodge but I’m not sure what exactly distinguishes a cabin from a lodge. I chose this trip from among the many offered because you wait in a lodge instead of in someone’s van or truck. I’m all about the bathroom. Plus they had couches and hot chocolate. And one room had huge windows that you could watch from.

We bundled up and went outside to practice taking pictures in the dark. Our guide showed us how to set our phones for night and then hold VERY still for the 10 seconds it took to take the picture. It was a beautiful clear night sky. I got a picture of Mars.

I think Mars is the really bright one. When it was pointed out to me, they said, “See it’s the RED one.” Yeah, duh I knew that. Now which one is the red one again?

This picture does not do it justice. That sky was amazing. Literally AWEsome in the very real meaning of that word. I can never look at a clear night sky like that without thinking of the majesty of God. The heavens truly do declare the glory of God! Psalm 19.1

It was really cold. We had to keep going back inside to warm up.

After awhile our guide came running in and told us to come outside because you could see the lights. Our guide (I have to keep calling him “our guide” because I can’t remember his name) told us that there are 5 stages of the Northern Lights. Number 1 is where you see the lights, but they are just white and look like a big band in the sky. Number 2 is when they start “dancing”. Number 3 is when you can see a little color with the naked eye. Number 4 is when you can see a little color with the naked eye but can see a lot of color with a photograph. Number 5 is when you see a lot of vibrant color with the naked eye. We got to see all of them but 5. It was also explained to us that the earth’s atmosphere is the canvas, the radioactive particles are the paint and the magnetism is the paintbrush. Fascinating. We took a lot of pictures and then headed home around 2:30 AM. Yawn!! This adventure was on my bucket list so I was very pleased to have seen the Lights!

Off to the Great White North – Saturday

Saturday –

Today was a fun chill day. We were pretty tired after getting home at 3:00 AM from seeing the Northern Lights so we slept in until a little after 8:00. I fully intended to take a nap, but that never happened. After showering we went down to breakfast right away. It was really crowded down there. I’m not sure if it was because it was 8:30 instead of 6:30 or because it was Saturday and people were in town for the weekend.

After breakfast I texted Annie to see if Kinsley could facetime sometime to see the reindeer on the property. She said that right now would be best because they had plans later. So we went back to our room and got on our snow bibs and other warm stuff since it was 0 degrees. We facetimed with Kinsley and showed her the reindeer. I think she was underwhelmed by them. As were we. They offered a Reindeer Experience that was supposed to be “magical” but we declined.

Walking back to the main hotel we noticed a little sled run complete with sleds that we hadn’t seen before. Bruce & Chris had already gone in and Jennifer was regretting her glove choice and needed to go in to upgrade. But I couldn’t pass up a fun little sled run. The first time I went down it I thought it was extremely bumpy. I’m pretty sure my backside acquired several new bruises. When I was bringing the sled back up I realized that they had dug little steps into the side of the hill and I had actually just slid down the stairs. Right next to them were 2 nicely groomed sled runs. I went down them a couple of times and then felt satisfied enough to go inside.

Me and the little girl that sledded with me. She was very quiet. And a little creepy.

I was kinda ready for a little nap before we started the day. Bruce and I went upstairs to chill and nap while Chris and Jennifer made another little trip into town to hit the bowl factory store and the tea place.

We met downstairs at 1:45 to head out for “Linner” before the Art Sculpting Competition. We ate at Fenders which was pretty much a sports bar but the food was decent. They had a sign on the door that it was Woman owned. So I guess that’s important. We all shared fried okra for an appetizer. We ate it with our fingers and dipped it in ranch and another sauce. Not sure I’ve ever had it like that before. I had a marginal chicken sandwich and wished and I gotten Halibut like Jennifer.

After our meal we bundled up again and headed for the Ice Park. It was so fun!! They had several slides that you could sled down with sleds that they provided. They had ice sculptures of the ring and hook game, corn hoe (very hard because the bean bags like to just slide right off the back), a checkerboard table, a ping pong table and even a one hole ice mini golf course. We walked through and played some of those games. The next section was full of huge amazing sculptures in the multi-sculpture category that had already been judged. It was amazing how intricate of details they could carve. The last section was a 3 day 2 artist competition that had just started today. Most of these sculptures were just getting started. It was cool to see the artists sawing on their ice with chain saws or fancy picks and scrapers.

Bruce and I racing down the slide. I won. Not that it matters. But I did win.

Around 5:20 we went back to our car and peeled off our winter gear and then headed to the Army vs Airforce hockey game. The Lette’s friends’ son Joseph is stationed here at the Eielson Air Force Base and he invited us. Since it was a free game, we were told to get there a little before the gates opened at 6:00. We obeyed and got there about 5:45. The doors were not un-opened yet then so Bruce, Jennifer and Chris walked right in. When I walked up, after taking my snowbibs off in the car, the doors were locked. I could see Bruce inside but couldn’t get in. As I was waiting with the crowd another guy went up and knocked on the door and someone from inside came over to let him in. I grabbed my chance and went up with him. They were like, “are you with him?” (apparently he was the announcer for the game) I told them I wasn’t, but my husband was already inside. Someone came up behind me and started asking him questions so I took my opportunity and scooted inside and off to where Bruce & the Lettes were. This was my first hockey game so I was pretty excited but didn’t really know what to expect. Our friends, the Mullens were at the game also. I need to clarify here, we thought it was Army vs Air Force like the college football games you see on tv. This was actually 2 club type teams made up of Army and Navy people. It was pretty interesting. Almost as interesting as watching the drunk Army guys a few rows in front of us who got kicked out for repeatedly banging on the protective glass but then somehow kept getting back in. Maybe they just sent them to time-out. I was actually embarrassed for them, acting like this was there first time drinking beer (one guy had all his plastic cups stacked up, drinking from the top one with beer in it – seriously?) while simultaneously representing our country. Air Force won 8-2.

Off to the Great White North – Sunday

Sunday –

Today was another fun day. We met the Lette’s friend, Joseph at his church, First Baptist Church of North Pole, AK. But since church didn’t start until 11:00 we decided to hit Santa’s workshop first. You can’t go to North Pole without visiting Santa’s house, can you? It was just a huge Christmas store but Santa was there so Jennifer and I got our picture with him. Most of the town is decorated for Christmas year round. Can you blame them?

I think this is actually the real Santa. He sure looks ligit. And he DOES live in North Pole.

Bruce had also invited some other friends with a Wichita connection, Mike & Shari Mullen, to join us because they just moved here in July and hadn’t found a church home yet. I loved this church. Everyone was so friendly, the music was just what l like – praise songs that actually say something and don’t just repeat the same line 14 times AND a few old hymns that I knew accompanied by the praise band. And the pastor’s message was great and thought provoking at the time. But sadly my old lady brain did not retain it (this is being written on Monday – only 24 hours later – embarrassing!)

Doesn’t this just look like a picturesque Baptist Church

After church we all went to lunch at a little place in North Pole called the Country Cafe. Bruce had a Reuben – he has to get these when we eat out since I refuse to make him one at home because I can’t stand the smell of sauerkraut. I had a very delicious egg scramble. Our group was an interesting combination because Mike is the 2^nd in command on the base and this is 23 year old Joseph’s first base after graduating from LSU ROTC program. But everyone was so nice it was a really enjoyable lunch with lots of great stories – that I can’t remember now – uh oh, is this a pattern?

Pam, Bruce, Jennifer, Chris, Joseph, Mike & Shari.

After lunch we (Jennifer, Chris, Bruce and I) headed out to Rod’s Alaskan Adventures to do some mushing. We piled on all our warmest clothes because it was 6 degrees out. They loaned us Bunny Boots because they are the warmest. We had all brought really warm boots, but why turn down THE WARMEST boots?

While we were waiting for our turn, 2 dog teams came in (not IN to the building but IN to the field area by the building) and laid down to rest. Next thing I know I look out the window and Bruce and Jennifer are out there talking to the musher (who we later found out was Cooper) and petting the dogs. Well that looked like fun. I was getting FOMO so I started to go join them. But then I saw the sign. And then the lady in charge saw me. And immediately came out to tell me that we weren’t supposed to be out there because the dogs needed to rest. Rats! I had to watch from afar as Bruce and Jennifer got to hear all the good stories.

Sometimes it pays to be oblivious to signs.

Our 2 dog mushers both had interesting stories. Cooper was from Georgia but has lived here in Alaska in a cabin with no running water or electricity for several years. I asked him why no water and electricity. He said it was too much of a hassle to keep the pipes from freezing. I think I would still choose the frozen pipe hassle over no water. He has around 40 dog sled dogs. He said he’s not interested in actually racing them himself but trains them for other mushers. I’m not sure if they are actually called “mushers” but it works for me. Last year Cooper’s dogs got 2^nd in the Iditarod mushed by Matt Hall. Lauro is about to do the Iditarod again in 2 weeks. Last year he placed 26^th. He is also a model and was featured in the show Mountain Men, which I think is reality TV. I’ll watch it when I get home.

We learned that the Iditarod is over 1,000 miles and takes around 9-10 days. They go for around 5 hours, groom, feed and rest the dogs for 3-4 hours and then repeat. The mushers only get around 45 minutes of sleep at each break. There are supply stops all along the way where everyone reloads and sometimes sleep there. Lauro doesn’t like to sleep at those because there are too many dogs and too much commotion and he doesn’t feel like his dogs get enough rest. The dogs have little booties that they wear and the owners give them doggie massages during each rest stop. The dogs actually love to run and pulling the sled seemed to be fun for them. We only had 9 dogs, but for the Iditarod they usually use 16. If a dog gets injured they leave it at the supply stop and someone from their team comes and picks it up.

We opted for the 30 minute dog sled ride instead of the 2 hour ride and we definitely made the right choice. For some reason I thought we would actually DO the mushing, but of course it makes since that we didn’t. We could potentially still be lost in the woods if we haw-ed when we should have gee-ed or hiked when we should have whoa-ed.

Even though this dog is looking a little offended at Bruce, they really did like us.

As we were walking back to our cars I saw this cool snow mobile. As I was wondering if that’s what we would have gotten if we had rented some, I noticed something else in the back ground. Look at your own discretion. I am only including this pic because I guess I am actually kind of a sicko. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

What the heck?! Please tell me some story why this would actually make sense.

And since I don’t want to leave the dog sledding adventure on that note, here are some funny bathroom signs

After our dog sledding we picked up Joseph again and he took us on a tour of the base. .

Nice to see the Air Force Base is already celebrating Easter with some festive stickers. It didn’t quite match the macho look of the 2 Air Force guys who checked us in.

We ended the evening with dinner at a little diner called Little Leonard’s Family Diner. The walls were covered with funny signs. And you know I always love the signs!