Route 66, Bates Motel, Ghost Towns and Donkeys with Swimming Pools!

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"What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? — it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies."

       - Jack Kerouac, On the Road



Today we left Amarillo early and got on the Old Route 66 through Bushland, Wilderado, Vega, Adrian and Glenrio. But first we had to stop at Cadillac Ranch and see all those old caddys buried nose first in the pasture. We have been there before on the motorcycle but we wanted to see them again and get a few pics with the snow left on the ground. It was 32 degrees and the winds were 35 MPH as we walked out into the field to get a few shots, then back to the car in a hurry! Then we passed through the dead and/or dying towns that have just seemed to dry up and blow away since the Interstate bypassed them when it was built in the 50's and 60's. Vacant run down motels, roadside diners and gas stations that have just enough peeling paint and broken glass left on them to give you a glimpse of what it must have been like to drive the Mother Road (as John Steinbeck called it in The Grapes of Wrath) back in the day! In Bushland we could hardly find a trace of any of the original buildings and there is still a small town there with some newer homes and a post office. It looks like it is mostly a residential area now with no gas stations, diners or motels left. When we got to Vega it was also a semi thriving small town with just a couple of small businesses and a RT66 mini museum that looks like it was run by a lady next door to her rundown house. It was called DOT'S and it would have been nice to have alook inside but being Sunday it was closed. Vega also had the Vega Motel that was built on the late 40's and has been in business ever since. It sure looked like it has seen better days and I am sure it was a nice place to spend the night back when the old Rt. 66 ran right by it. I still like those old style U shaped single story motels where everyone parks right outside their room and where there are only about 20 rooms! We were looking forward to Ardian because it was the official halfway point on 66 between Chicago and LA. There is a nice restored diner there call the Midway Diner and when we got there it was also closed. Then it was on to Glenrio right in the New Mexico/Texas border, which is a complete ghost town with all the old motels, gas stations, diner and the post office just deserted and left to the elements. They were still all recognizable and it was very strange to look into all those buildings and wonder what old stories they held. There was a couple of places that looked like people were still living or more accurately "squatting" in and trying to fix up again! The morning made me feel like someone in an old movie after the atom bomb had dropped and was the olny one left in the deserted and ruined town! Next we jumped back on I40 and headed to Tucumcari, New Mexico for lunch. After getting shut out in two previous towns, we were hungry. At Tucumcari we got back on old Rt. 66 and had lunch at a diner called Kix.....YES we got our "Kix on Rt. 66!!! Sounded corny to me also but they had THE best Huevo Ranchos I have ever eaten! The rest of the day was spent heading to Albuquerque and tryng to find a Rt. 66 bumper sticker for our rooftop box. I cannot believe it took 3 stops at souvenier shops just to find a bumper sticker!! I guess just like the original Rt. 66, bumper stickers have seen their day and now all the tourists want something newer, shinier and expensive! All in all a very good day!

Amarillo By Morning

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When preparing to travel, lay out all your clothes and all your money. Then take half the clothes and twice the money. ~Susan Heller

 Today we left Dallas about noon and headed for Amarillo (The Capital of the Texas Panhandle). The snow was mostly gone but that didn't stop us from almost getting rear ended by a tractor trailer before we got out of the DFW area. All traffic had come to a screeching halt due to a minor accident and the semi right on our back bumper had to swerve to miss us as he franticly tried to bring the 80,000 pounds of truck to a quick stop! We even bypassed our next exit getting over the near miss!! Not off to a very good start to our trip. Next as we filled up somewhere in NW Texas as I turned the pump on the handle had been left with the auto fill clip on and I sprayed Sheila's feet and legs with gas before I got it stopped and into the gas filler on the car! We rode with the windows down after that just in case we burst into flames...no not really...but we did have to get rid of the gas fumes! Then things went pretty normal and we were spotting big eared mule deer and Northern Goshawks along the now almost empty highways nearer Amarillo until we both spotted a small herd of cattle DEAD in a pile right on the side of the road! I kid you not! The ground was all torn up around them like someone had tried a half assed burial with a  backhoe and there they were piled one on top of the other, horns and legs sticking in all directions! At first we said nothing and just looked at each other as if to say, "did you SEE that?!" Then we BOTH said outloud, " did you SEE that!!??" What the hell could have caused that? We only guessed that maybe the night before last in the snow storm a trailer full of  cattle left the road and wrecked. There were no signs of any trailers or vehicles but I guess they maybe cleared it all away and now only had the bloated carcasses to deal with. It was truley a bizzare sight! Next we pulled into the motel we found for 31 dollars in the Room Saver Book and when we got to this fine establishment there was a huge Mexican Wedding going on....AND....again I am not making this up....an African party of some sort going on across the lobby from the wedding! Sheila asked the lady behind the counter if we were free to join either party and the lady said it might be best if we waited a couple hours...."by then they wont even notice you in there!"  I said YEAH RIGHT!

Doctor's Report

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"What hope shall we gather, what dreams shall we sow?
  Where the wind calls our wandering footsteps we go.
  No love bids us tarry, no joy bids us wait:
  The voice of the wind is the voice of our fate."
                 [Sarojini Naidu]

Today we went and saw Sheila's oncologist after all the lab work results came in. The bottom line? Everything looks better than her last checkup! Red counts better, white counts perfect.....and...NO leukemic cells detectable at all! He told us to come back in TWO months!!! So we are right now planning on where to go and what to do. All we know right now is that we have to head west this time. I am thinking Vegas then Southern California! Stay tuned!

Global Warming Hits Dallas Texas Hard!!

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 Whose woods these are I think I know.
 His house is in the village though;
 He will not see me stopping here
 To watch his woods fill up with snow.

     -Robert Frost


Today we are still at the In Town Suites extended stay motel and woke this morning to four inches of new white snow. We got out early and drove to Fuzzy Tacos for breakfast and though they had no electricity they did have gas to cook with and were accepting cash only. We were the only customers in the place and  watched the snow continue to come down strong as we ate. Later we went for a walk and built a snowman in the woods right behind the motel. It has not let up all day and it is now almost 6 inches deep. Tonight all this heavy wet snow and slush will freeze and tomorrow the roads will be a mess. Friday we go to the doctor and find out the final results of Sheila's lab work. We are hoping to get back on the road again if the tests all come back OK.

Back in Dallas, but not for Long!

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“To live outside the law, you must be honest.”

-Bob Dylan


    We got back to the DFW Metroplex this morning after camping overnight at Meridian State Park. We got to Meridian just as the sun was starting to shine after two long days of rain. We hiked all the way around Meridian Lake on the trail and though we had to cross several swollen streams, we managed to only get our feet wet. Had a great day hiking and then as the sun set we drove up to an overlook of the lake and hiked out to a rocky outcropping and watched the sunset as several ducks and some coots made their way paddling across the lake. We are now at In Town Suites, an extended stay motel that we have used before and it is quite comfortable with a fridge, cooktop and microwave. It will be nice to stay in once place for awhile during Sheila's check ups. If all the results are still positive we plan to head this time to the west coast and see some of California. I am still working on what areas we will visit but I would like to see the Channel Islands and Yosemite, but will have to see what the snow pack looks like up in the mountains first.

Shelter From The Storm

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There's a race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain's crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest.
   -robert w service
 
 

  Today we are in Llano, Texas. We camped last night at Lost Maples State Park in Vanderpool, Texas after stopping briefly at Blanco State Park. We got to Lost Maples pretty late and it had been raining all day. We decided to stay and camp rather than do another long drive to find a motel room. We got in a quick hike while it was getting dark and tried to hike up to tthe waterfalls along the many bluffs there. The heavey rains had all the creeks and rivers overflowing and we were even concerned about getting the car over one of the crossings and getting trapped there as the water continued to rise. We left the car at the campsite and walked the road to the trailhead and headed up to the falls. We were soon crossing the flooded Guadalupe River where they had huge stepping stones but found they too were under rapid  flowing water and we managed to get across in two spots before being stopped by another right before reaching the falls. We turned back as it was getting dark and hiked the road back to our tent. There we made hot soup to warm up and had hot tea and fig newtons for dessert! Then we hit the park's showers and had long hot showers! That warmed us right up and we put on clean dry fleece tops and bottoms and climbed into our sleeping bags for the night. I slept the best I had in a few nights and being warm and dry in our bags as the rain fell all night surely had something to do with it. This morning we debated if we really wanted to do any more hiking as it was still raining and the thought of putting on our cold wet hiking clothes and shoes was all it took to have us breaking camp and looking for a warm motel room, a laundrymat and BBQ!! On the way to Llano it rained harder than it had the last two days and as we passed Enchanted Rock State Park we decided to drive in and see what the conditions were getting in and out on the park road. Here we encountered one of the deepest crossings so far and though the trusty little Focus made it through we thought with the rain getting even heavier we may well get trapped in the park or worse, between two high water crossings so we turned the car around and continued on. So here we are in Llano, dry, clean, well fed and wondering where to head tomorrow. We still have a few days before we have to be back in Dallas for Sheila's check up.

Around Austin Again Today

     "Life is either a daring adventure or nothing." -- Helen Keller

    Today we stayed in Austin for a second day. We decided to stay because we do not have to be back in Dallas until the 9th for Sheila's check-up. We may move south tomorrow to Llano and Enchanted Rock as first planned. First today we stopped to walk up to the top of Mount Bonnell which is more of a tourist trap than any kind of real hike. It did however have excellant veiws of Austin, the river and the custom homes in the surrounding hills. Then when we were done we noticed we had passed a nature center and decided to check it out on the way out. It turned out to be Mayfield Park, an early homestead of the Mayfield-Gutsch family and was a very interesting and unusual place. First of all it was free and that is always good in our book! It included a restored late 1800's cottage and gardens and ponds with Peafowl (peacocks) that have been on the site since the original ones were presented to the Mayfields as a gift in 1935. The house  and grounds were donated to the city when the Mayfields all past away. While walking the many trails over the hills and through the creeks we noticed a strange school-like building that backed up to the trail and lake. When we got out to the road we walked in and found it was the Art School at Laguna Gloria. It had studios and dormsa cafe, and a museum that was also once a rich persons old estate and when we inquired about being allowed in  they said we could tour all the grounds and the museum for free! The old mansion was built to resemble an Italian Villa and although it housed all the art work and other diplays it also had pictures of the place dating back to the original inhabitants. It all made for a very good long walk and alittle out of the ordinary. We had a great time exploring a new place we had never been, We had to keep reminding ourselves through the day that we were only in Austin and not in some far away place.

Taking a ZERO in Austin Texas

Nothing new today, we are in no hurry to get anywhere until Sheila's checkup on the 9th, so we found a twenty nine dollar motel to hunker down in this nasty drizzly cold weather. Thought I'd leave with a short quick poem I kinda daydreamed into while on the three day train trip back to Texas.

Give Me the Mountains

Give me the mountains,

The mountain‘s cold breeze.

I’ll take the trail,
The trail ’neath the trees.

Give me the friends,
The friends on the A.T.

I’ll take the wind,

It sounds good to me,

Give me the night,

The night and the stars,

I’ll take the freedom to be just who we are.

Give me the heart,

The heart for the next climb.

And I’ll take the love,

I’ll not leave behind.

For traveling alone,

Is traveling blind.

-yfp-

Day Three - You Two Gypsies Must Return to Coach Class at Once!

A man and a woman, who had never met before, found themselves assigned to the same sleeping room on a transcontinental train. Although initially embarrassed and uneasy over sharing a room, the two are tired and fall asleep quickly -- he in the upper bunk and she in the lower. At 2:00 a.m., he leans over and gently wakes the woman, saying, "Ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you, but would you be willing to reach into the closet to get me a second blanket? I'm awfully cold." "I have a better idea," she replies. "Just for tonight, let's pretend that we're married." "Wow! That's a great idea!!" he exclaims. "Good," she replies. "Get your own damn blanket."

     Saturday, Jan 30- Well after three days and two nights on the train I now realize that it was a much more interesting and enlightening experience than I had anticipated. We competely enjoyed every aspect of this railway journey! One of the most memorable things was the vast spectrum of different kinds of people we both met and observed onboard. Sheila and I tried to make a game of solving "the great train mystery" every time we noticed people who caught our attention. Some of the best were these: The little old man in the full length fur coat and lots of flashy jewelry. He would only sit in the dining car with his back toward the direction it travelled and got quite upset with Amtrak personel rearranging his seating. They always seat you with other people at the table to make room in the dining car. He made it clear that he would not sit facing forward as they requested. We also noticed when other people were seated at his table he would just ignore them, not talking at all to them and just looking all around but not at them! He was a very strange little man and we wondered what his story was. One night another older gentleman was seated at his table and we thought they knew each other. Mr. Fur Coat ignored him also. It turned out that a very young blonde lady, who looked to be only 13-15 years old joined this new older guy (Mr. Cowboy Hat) and sat right beside him. We listened trying to hear if he introduced her to Mr. Fur Coat as his grand-daughter but we soon figured out she was his "traveling companion" as she went on how short life was, how people always thought she was much younger than she was, all the while chugging down glass after glass of red wine, no doubt paid for by Mr. Cowboy Hat. I wondered if he knew just  how short his life would be if he planned on climbing into a sleeping car with this young blonde bombshell.  Funny thing though...we never saw either one of them again! Mr. Fur Coat was there in the dining car everyday aterwards always ignoring whoever sat at his table. There was another guy we named Mr.Smiley because he always managed to sit alone in the dining car and always stared at people with a very strange smile but also didn't talk to anyone as far as we could tell. Somehow the dining car attendants also never seemed to seat anyone at his table either. We thought this very odd and soon I got the creepy feeling as he stared my way that he was like Hannibal Lecter wishing he could "have an old friend for dinner". There was also The Twins, a couple that were about our age and we thought that because they had been together for so long that they started looking just like one another. They both had short gray hair and features, both wore the same type wire rimmed glasses, jeans, black turtlenecks sweaters and white sneakers. We then immediately checked that we were not dressed alike! We were safe, at least for the time being. One morning we also met "Johnny Cash-The Man in Black". He came into the dining car dressed completly in black with his coat buttoned up to the neck, the collar turned up and with black fingerless gloves on, He proceeded to order a fancy breakfast with all kinds of special cooking conditions when the dining attendant told him that he had to have just what was listed on the menu. I think he took offence at that because he quickly decided what to order, gulped it down all the while wearing his black fingerless gloves and left the car. I did notice that he left a five dollar bill as a tip though. I thought for sure he wouldnn't leave a tip. The lady who occupied the sleeper across the corridor from us had been traveling alone since Canada and I guess she was was lonely because she went on and on at the slightest hint on our part that we were even remotely interested in hearing a half hour description if how the shower works onboard the train. We called her Mary Ellen after the character in Bill Bryson's book about the Appalachian Trail. She was very nice lady but would talk endlessly to you like you were her lifelong friend using all the names of people she knew just like you knew who she was talking about! When she would finally leave our doorway we would say to each other, "who the hell is Donna, or what the hell do I care what Billy said?" When we were getting off the train in Texas she made sure we had her business card in case we were ever in Canada we "were to look her up"! The last night we were on the train we slept like the dead! We were exhausted and didnt even wake as the train ran into a severe ice storm and they had to light fires to unfreeze the switchgear on the track. The train was over three hours behind schedule when we woke in the morning and didnt get into Fort Worth until about 4pm. We caught a cab from the train station in Fort Worth and went and picked up our car, got a motel room and tried to decide where the gypsies were headed next!

Day Two- There's nothing like a good nights sleep….and….that was nothing like a good nights sleep!

Schenectady, Utica, Syracuse, Rochester, Buffalo, Erie, Cleveland, Elyria, Sandusky, Toledo, Bryan, Waterloo, Elkhart, South Bend, Chicago

         Friday, Jan 29 - We are in Chicago! Arrived about 1130AM and the train to Fort Worth will leave in about 2 hours. Union Station! What can I say, busy, crowded, confusing, HUGE! Homeless panhandlers, Amish families and everything in between pushing and shoving their way in a mass of humanity, dragging anything from designer bags to Hefty trash can liners as luggage, looking like refugees in a apocalyptic Hollywood movie. First thing we did was go see the Grand Hall. I think this was the place they filmed the baby carriage scene in The Untouchables. After that we found one of the many food courts upstairs and in McDonald’s tried to get on the free WiFi. No luck! After eating its time to just sit and wait for our train to Texas, another sleeper car for the now stuck-up gypsies!! Well behaved Amish girls playing a game of cards on the station floor, fat obnoxious black lady arguing loudly into a cell phone with and an equally loud husband/boyfriend on the other end. A worn out looking blue collar worker comparing a grotesque knot on his bald head caused by a falling AC unit, (he never explains why he tried to break it’s fall with his noggin) with the Amish man’s even more enormous growth protruding from his Dutch boy hair cut and looking much like an old fashioned red Christmas tree bulb right on top of his head! Next up, another fat black lady who wants to plop right down next to me and asks ME if she will fit into “that tiny little chair”. Luckily she goes and sits with the loud cell phone lady before I have a chance to tell her that the “tiny little chair” would hold the entire Amish family, INCLUDING their Dad’s inflated hat stretcher!! Then a middle eastern looking man with three giant suitcases on a hand cart asks me if he can check these bags right here at the gate. I tell him I have no idea, that he better go ask an AmTrak person and he leaves the bags while he goes off looking for help. Now I am wondering just how many pounds of high explosives could be packed into those unattended suitcases and if I should be alarmed that he has gone off and left them right beside me. I will certainly feel like an ass if I report this and it turns out to be all his college dorm room stuff in them! I finally decide that if they detonate at least I will never hear or feel anything at this range. He does eventually come back and hauls them off to parts unknown! They announce the boarding of our train right on time and the mad rush to the gate by everyone seated begins like someone has just yelled, FIRE! Then and only then they announce to let seniors and handicapped load first and those people have to push through the crowd. Next they say people with small kids under ten can board and THEY have to fight through the long line. I notice now that the loud cell phone lady has become part of a family she obviously does not even know so that she can waddle onboard with their kids early! Maybe they meant anyone MENTALLY under ten? Finally the mass of regular travelers can board and again rush to the gate! Nope…not so fast…now a young guy shows up pushing his young buddy in a wheelchair and carrying their guitar cases apologizes for making everyone again step aside so they can board! I half heartedly wanted an air conditioner to drop on their heads! To quote Sean Connery in The Untouchables…,”they put one of us in the hospital, we send one of their’s to the morgue, that’s how we do things in Chicago!” I felt like now I knew what he was talking about!

Day One- “Your not going to Montana on this train with all that Stuff!”

Kingston, Providence, Boston, Framingham, Worcester, Springfield, Pittsfield, Albany

       Thursday, Jan 28 - Sister Imp drove us to the Kingston, RI Amtrak Station and we began our journey back to Texas. We had never been on a long train trip so this was a new experience for us. The train left right on time and headed north to Providence. The Kingston, RI station is a historic train depot that has been restored back to fantastic turn of the century condition. It was not crowded, and was clean and quiet until a group of not so young ladies showed up on their way to Boston for some type of convention and they talked loud and excitedly about all manner of inane subjects, like the color of their shoes and how much stuff they had packed without regard for anyone around them. I think if they had all pooled their collective intelligence they may have been able to fill the average quohog! The ride was nice up to Provindence, though we did make sure the “girls” were well to the back of the car before Sheila and I selected seats up at the front. After Providence the train headed to Boston and I was expecting to see another nice station. I could not have been more wrong! Instead of going into South Station, the train went into the Back Bay Station. To call this a station is exaggerating to say the least. Although it was large and very busy, it was dirty and not heated and to wait on the track for your next connection meant to wait outside, underground with the trash, graffiti and pigeons! I would not want anyone I cared about to pull into this place after dark and have to guess if they made it onto the next train! We quickly grabbed a tea and coffee from the Dunkin Donuts and walked downstairs to shiver until our train to Albany arrived. It was here that we first noticed a young couple already waiting there with what looked like enough luggage for to send a small expedition overseas! They had suitcases, backpacks, folding camp chairs, guitar cases, duct tapped boxes and oversized duffle bags piled into a small mountain at the bottom of the stairs! I said to them, “I’ll say one thing for you guys…..you travel light!” They both laughed and said they were moving to Montana and had carried all this stuff back to the train station today because they had missed their train yesterday. They had been taking each other’s picture in front of all this gear and as Sheila ran to the ladies room I offered to take their picture together with their camera. The train to Albany finally arrived and Sheila and I hopped aboard. When the conductors stepped out they immediately told the Montana couple that there was no way they were getting on the train with all that stuff! We heard the couple protesting that they thought they could just take it as checked baggage as we took our seats but I could see that they were getting nowhere. As the train pulled away from the station the last we saw of the young Montana couple was her breaking into tears as it sunk in that they were going to be hauling that mountain of belongings away for the second day in a row. I still wonder if they ever got started on their way to Montana. On the way to Albany it started to snow and it kept snowing and snowing! It could not have been in more scenic country as we passed through western Massachusetts’s mountains and river lined valleys the whole country was flocked with white and looked like something you would see on the Orient Express. At times it was pure white out conditions and we could not even see the trees just fifty feet beside the train. What a wonderful way to start a train trip! In Albany we got onto the train that had our first sleeper car that would take us overnight to Chicago. It was nice having our own place to stay on the train and a break from all the chatter of people in coach. It was difficult not to feel a little snobbish as we headed to our own “cabin” toward the front of the train! That evening when we went to the dining car we were seated with another couple. They were amazingly enough were from Jamestown, RI! They told us about their planned train trip and also about their home on the North Shore in Jamestown. He was a retired plumber and when I told them I have a sister in Jamestown, they said if she sees a red Suzuki running around the island it would be them! I then told them about Imp buying Sheila’s red Miata and told them they WILL see it all over the island with a blonde and a pit-bull in it! (So make sure you wave to any passing red Suzuki Imp!) It snowed all through the night and when we woke and tried to guess what town we were passing through everything was covered in new snow and the streets were all deserted. Late that night I went looking for a bathroom not wanting to used the toilet right beside the bed, I passed from one darkened car to another and another the snow was drifted a foot deep in the outside section coupling the cars together. The train was dark with no one around and I passed through deserted dining and lounge cars, through empty coach class cars wondering where everybody was, it reminded me of the movie Runaway Train! Needless to say we did not get much sleep, both due to the colds we now have and the fact that we didn’t want to miss any of the train trip.

A Night at The Museum

Last night we spent the night on Rose Island, an uninhabitated island in Narragansett Bay with a lighthouse built in the 1800's. It has been restored back to what it would have looked liked while housing a Keeper and his family in the late 1800's. The first floor is still a museum open to the public during the day but at night guests are allowed to spend the night in one of the two rooms  the Keeper's family would have used. what an amazing place to spend the night. We had a lobster boat bring us to the island as the ferry only runs there in the summer months. During WWII the military stored toepedoes and ammo on the island and had a garrison of Marines stationed there to provide security. You can see remnents of old Fort Hamilton and go in the restored barracks building. The island is still a mine field of sorts, since now the geese and gulls have invaded and deposited their "personel mines" on just about every square inch of the island! You cannot take more than two steps with out being a casualty! We walked completely around the island as soon as we landed and climbed up into the lantern room (lighthouse tower) for a birds eye veiw of the island. At night the Newport Bridge was all lit up and looked like it was just outside our window. Both the sunset and sunrise were unbelievable and I got several great shots! There was just one other couple on the island while we were there and they stayed upstairs in the weekly Keepers Quarters. We did not even meet them until the boat came to get us this morning. 

Toesocks stirring the rainwater
cistern in the lighthouse cellar.
Also empting a wine bottle to make
sea glass!










Lighthouse at sundown













Self propelled portrait













Sunset at the dock

Making clam-chowder

Brunch with Rascal

The woods were made for the hunters of dreams,

The brooks for the fishers of song;

To the hunters who hunt for the gunless game

The streams and the woods belong.


~Sam Walter Foss

Today we all went to Scott and Carol's for a fantastic breakfast. After eating we all went for a hike at the Aquidneck Island Land Trust and brought Emily's dog Rascal and three of her boyfriends dogs. The trail had some deep snow left in some areas and there were plenty of geese in the surrounding fields. The trail follows beside a golf course until going into some woods and across boardwalks and wooden bridges and ending at a dairy farm close to Carol's apartment at Sandy Point Stables. It really is a great place to walk off a big breakfast!

Be On the Lookout for a Speeding Miata Last Seen Driven by a Goggled Mystery Woman in Jamestown Rhode Island

Local red light camera caught what may be this best glimpse yet of an unknown women recently terrorizing the quiet farm island community of Jametown Rhode Island.  Last seen driving at speeds exceeding 100 miles per hour sending flocks of wild geese thundering into the air and area cattle hightailing it into the nearby hills. Sometimes spotted with an equaly goggled canine companion the pair has made quite an uproar in this quiet little island community. Using many aliases (Sherb, Impy, Toesox and Sadie) they have absconded with several unpaid tanks of gas as they speed through the quiet coutryside and city streets here in Jamestown, Rhode Island. Trailing silken white scarfs in the wind behind them, squintting through their goggles they just laughed and sped on to parts unknown as a local city councilwomen vowed, "I'll get you my pretty and your little dog too!!!"

The above picture is the other wanted suspect, seen in this mug shot from a previous arrest for harrasing local squirrells. The case eventually had to be dropped, but she remains wanted for suspicion of speeding in the red Miata case and driving without an valid license.

From Waterpenny to Whisper Hill to Morning Mist Farm

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Take off your flannels before the first of May, and you'll have a doctor's bill to pay."   New England Saying

Well we are now finally in Jamestown, Rhode Island at sister Imp's place called Morning Mist Farm. It is on the next Island over from where we grew up on Aquidneck Island and is still very undeveloped with salt marshes and Canadian Geese everywhere on all the surrounding farms. Very beautiful! We just got back from and outstanding breakfast in town and Sheila and Imp are out in the Miata for a drive around the Island. We got the car washed yesterday after the 2000 mile drive up here and Imp is gonna love this car. It is perfect for cruising around the islands in and will be fanntastic in the summer. She also is keeping her 14 year old 4 wheel drive Tahoe to drive when the roads are bad after a snow storm and to be able to haul her dogs and other stuff around in. The weather today looks to be sunny and warmer. We were both beat after arriving at sister Sue's the other day. It had been a tedious 9 hour drive from Virginia in a constant drizzle all on the freeway, not the best drive for a Miata to make. We had a great visit with Sue and Mike and their kids and they let us spend the night before continuing on to Rhode Island. Thanks Sue and Mike for putting up with us and for putting us up! We have no agenda now, just want to see all my  sisters before we figure out how we are going to get back to Texas. we could just fly but where is the adventure in that? We are going to look at taking the train (Amtrak) and get a sleeper compartment. We have never travelled like that and it  should be interesting!

Pic today is of Sunny and Share at their new farm house in Virginia. Can' wait to go back and see Whisper Hill Farm when they get it all up and running!

Taking Woodstock!

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"Hide your gold, your faith and the reason you journey".

      -E. Heine

     We are now in Woodstock, Virginia. It is only 4PM but since we hope to see Sunny and Share tomorrow we did not have to drive very far today. We killed a couple hours in Charlottesville, VA today and went down to the historic district and walked around in the drizzle through all the deserted shops  and restaurants. I guess due to the weather and being Sunday it was almost empty down there except for the odd homeless guy with the pitbull trying to run his "I just ran outta gas up on the highway and am going home to visit my sick mother, could you give me a few bucks....you wouldn't want my dog here to spend a night out in this weather would you?" scam on the few tourists he could latch on to! We only walked as far as the Information Center and the CVS to get our Public Parking pass validated then headed right back to the parking garage where the "lady" attendant tried to run her own brand of scam on the out-of towners! When I handed her our validated parking ticket she said, "that will be 4 bucks". I told her the ticket had been validated for one hour at the CVS. She then proceeded to tell me, " but you spent just over 2 hours out shopping!" I said, "the hell we did, dont you remember me asking you where the Information Center was.....it was no longer than 20 minutes ago!"  After some more hemming and hawwing she recalled I was there just 20 minutes earlier and that it would be no charge......then as I drove up to the toll gate, she would not lift the gate...she said our little car could just go under it!! As I rolled the window down to let the explatives fly she relented and lifted the gate!! Where in the hell do they find these morons for these city jobs!!!???  I try not to pre judge them  but they do fool you by walking upright!!
   So now we are in the Budget Host Motel in Woodstock, VA and we go down to the guest laundry to do a load of wash. On our way down the walkway the little man who runs the place comes running after us and asks us if we intend to do laundry. I tell him that was the general idea since Sheila was carrying a load of dirty clothes, but I know he has other plans for us. "Washer work, dryer no work!" Well thats just great I think as we follow him into the guest laundry. Here he has a truck full of tools spread all over the room....and the overhead room light......"also no work!" Well hell...we'll just do the wash and then hang it up in our room I tell him thinking he may come up with a means to dry our laudry not wanting us to hang wet clothes all over his motel room. Thats seems just fine with him though, as he proceeds to tell us there is no change machine and no laundry detergent dispenser! I give his kid a couple of bucks and he disappears down the road to get us some quarters and some soap! Anyways now the laundry is going, we are looking for a flashlight so we can retrieve it when done, and we are back in our room trying to decide if we have the guts to try the motel restaurant!! Ahhh life on the road...what the hell were we thinking!!!

Bristol, Virginia

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On August 28, 1823, Reverend Butrick made an entry in his diary describing “a citadel of rocks,” atop the mountain, noting the immense size of the boulders and stating that they were arranged in such a way “as to afford streets and lanes.”

Today we left Kelly and Nancy in Birmingham and headed toward Virginia. We stopped for a few hours to check out Rock City at Lookout Mountain, Georgia. It really is just a tourist trap but it started out as a fantastic mountain peak with unique rock formations and gigantic boulders, some of which were 1000 tons and seemed to balance on end. A missionary in the 1800's came to convert the Indians and was struck by this area which seemed to be a citadel made of rocks with narrow passageways that resembled city streets. After hiking all over the rocks and seeing the great overlook where you can see into 7 states we headed for Virgina. We finally made it across the state line about 9:30PM and got a cheap..VERY cheap motel room for 30 bucks INCLUDING tax! It was very old but surprisingly clean and unlike many better motels the WiFi actually had a good connection. Tomorrow the plan is to head further north to the Sperryville/Front Royal area and we plan to visit with Sunny and Share and hear all about their new farm they will soon be moving to.

Leaving Birmingham in the Morning

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When you have worn out your shoes, the strength of the shoe leather has passed into the fiber of your body. I measure your health by the number of shoes and hats and clothes you have worn out. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Today we went to the Birmingham Botanical Gardens. It was a beautiful sunny day in the 60's and we had a great time checking out the 67 acres of trees and gardens and greenhouses. After walking miles through the park we stopped and had a nice lunch at the Garden Cafe. I was really surprised that the Garden and parking right in downtown Birmingham was free! Sheila has had a good visit with her sister Nancy and tomorrrow the rains are supposed to move into the area. We have decided to sleep in tomorrow, again camping out on Kelly's living room floor, then hit the road and continue north up 59 toward Knoxville and beyond.

Birmingham, Alabama

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"The journey is my home." — Muriel Rukeyser

This afternoon we arrived in Birmingham and are at Sheila's niece's house where her sister Nancy is staying right now. We brought all the fixings for our world famous chicken pasta and salad and put together a pretty good quick meal for us all. Not sure what tomorrow will bring but it is supposed to be in the 60's and sunny here and we may have to take in the Birmingham Botanical Gardens. After driving for so many miles it will be good to get out and do some semi-serious walking! We have our trusty WM sleeping bags and Thermarest inflatable sleep pads, so tonight we are camping out in Kelly's living room. It was a good day, we only had to driive about 350 miles to get here from Jackson, Mississippi. It is nice again to see Nancy and Kelly and the kids but, I REALLY have missed Rosie!!!

Pic today is of our trusty camp stove ready to make tea in the vestibule of our 4 season tent. Note the tropical "jungle" of the Everglades right outside.

Jackson, Mississippi

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“The soul of a journey is liberty, perfect liberty, to think, feel, do just as one pleases” 
      -William Hazlitt

Quick update, we are in Jackson, Mississippi after driving 431 miles today. We left Dallas about noon after cleaning up the WE CARE room we rented for two days. Tomorrow we head for Birmingham, Alabama to spend a few days with Sheila's sister Nancy. Then the plan is to head north and hopefully stopping in to see Sunny & Share on their new farm in Virginia. We are travelling light, we have no choice...her Miata holds less than a good backpack!!!