Tuesday, April 3...How Far We've Come


   On the road before 8:45 a.m. with dire weather warnings along our route….wind, rain, possible hail and maybe a tornado or two. Huh!  Walked outside to a balmy 66o and a warm breeze.  We’re about 120 miles out of Spring Hill and are just now driving into rain accompanied by a bit of thunder/lightning.  Temperature dropped from 79 to 66 in a matter of five miles.  Up to this point, the worst weather issue was humidity.  Oh, gracious, yes, we’re back in the land of humidity. 😕
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Made it to Spring Hill about 8:45 p.m.  The power was out at Zac and Angie’s house, more rain was coming in but we were in the Land of the TN WonderKids.  Mission Accomplished!!😊

TN WonderKid time!!




We went in search of open roads and starry skies and found them.
We also...
saw a hummingbird make a nest,
found a scorpion,
watched a Chihuahua race,
spent time with friends,
rode over 77 miles on our bicycles,
rode over 3450 miles on our bikes.

It’s been another good Kim n Karen Adventure!



   We haven’t stopped at a Harley dealership in our travels this trip, mostly because there aren’t too many out where we were.  Today on our way through Conway, Arkansas, I saw a dealership on the other side of the freeway.  I told Kim about it and he said “I might have to go back…I need a shirt”.  At first Rapunzel was being a bit stupid about directing us there….she took us back 3 miles and then took us right back on the highway.  We could have given up at that point and said ‘Well, I guess we just weren’t meant to stop there’ but we persevered because this dealership has the best name ever and Kim wanted a shirt.  So I had a stern talk with Rapunzel and then she was spot on in her directions to the Toad Suck Harley-Davidson dealership. There is a story behind the name…in fact, the dealership has it printed up and will hand you a copy if you ask the magic question:  What’s up with the name Toad Suck?  This is the explanation:

The most common question asked from folks who ain’t from around here is: 
“What the heck is Toad Suck?”
Practically every town in Arkansas has a legend but ours is pretty unique.  We’ve even got a park named Toad Suck.  According to local lore, Toad Suck began long ago when steamboats traveled the Arkansas River just a few miles from our location.  At certain times of the year the water level would drop, causing the boats to drop anchor and spend time waiting for the depth to rise back to safe transiting depth.
As sailors sometimes, do, the crew would disembark and find a local tavern to pass the time away.  Some of the local residents would proclaim:
”Those guys suck on bottles till they swell up like toads!”
The river is now controlled by Toad Suck Dam and the taverns are long gone but the phrase “Toad Suck” lives on.  It’s even glorified with TOAD SUCK DAZE FESTIVAL every spring and, of course, here at
Toad Suck Harley-Davidson
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Coolest t-shirt!!


Monday, April 2...Life In The Fast Lane


   Up and on the road around 8:30 a.m., before we really settled into a day of driving we stopped at Denny’s where we ordered off the senior menu and then got another 15% off with my AARP card…just because we could.😊  
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McGinn's Pistachioland
   We didn’t get too far down the road before I saw a gigantic pistachio nut statue advertising McGinn’s PistachiolandWe missed the driveway but Kim was willing to turn around and go back.  It was a pistachio enthusiast’s dream.  A big variety of flavored pistachios, pistachio shirts and socks, and lots of other goodies that weren’t pistachio related.  We made our purchases and squished a penny for my collection on the way out.  The pistachios will get eaten but the penny will remain as evidence of our visit. 😉
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   Since we’re just driving today and I’ve run out of other things to do, I decided to get the computer out and get a start on the journal.  When I did this on the trip out to Arizona, using the mouse became problematic in a moving vehicle.  Multiple times it fell into the door well, down in between the seat and the console or onto the floor.  Not easy to retrieve with a computer on my lap, especially in the dark.  It also jiggled with the movement of the truck and the pointer had a mind of its own in those moments.  This time I decided against the mouse and since the computer has a touchscreen, I’m using my fat fingers to maneuver around the screen.  Still not an easy thing to do in a moving vehicle but there is a bonus…they’ve not once fallen on the floor. 
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   We drove from Alamogordo to Santa Rosa, NM, on US 54, then hopped onto I-40, which took us through New Mexico, the Texas Panhandle and then into Oklahoma City. I don’t know how much longer we’ll drive today but tomorrow I-40 will take us into Arkansas and through Memphis on the way to Zac and Angie’s in Spring Hill, TN.  Not how we’d do it on the bikes but then we’re not on the bikes…we’re in the truck looking to cover a bunch of miles in as little time as possible.  I accept the part I play in extending our time when I side track us with the weird but wonderful stops along the way.  
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US 54...open roads through high desert
  When we plugged our Spring Hill, TN destination into Rapunzel, she gave us several choices…I-10 through Dallas being her preferred route.  Jeff, I and the kids went through Dallas on a road trip back in the 90s and I don’t have fond memories of the traffic through that area. So I said ‘No’ to the Dallas route and selected the I-40 route instead, which meant heading north at Las Cruces and then angling northeast on 70 and 54 up to Santa Rosa. It’s impossible to know what the road conditions will be, especially on a ‘short cut’, but it was a good route.  We drove on 70 to Alamogordo after dark.  Today we were on US 54 up to Santa Rosa.  The road surface was smooth and the landscape was wide open. Mountains were in the distance as we drove through miles and miles of ‘high desert’. The towns along the way were few and looked to be on the edge of extinction.  A couple of times I thought what a fun ride it would be on the bikes…however, it was still a good ride in a truck pulling a trailer. 
**Side note on my love/hate relationship with the GPS:  The Biker Girl nav system on Zeus will say if there is a gravel road on a particular route and then ask if I want to proceed.  Well done, Biker Girl…well done!   
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   I drove the truck for a couple of hours coming across Texas.  On these trips, Kim does the driving unless I ask/offer.  It’s not that he doesn’t want me to drive, it’s just that he’s willing to do it.  Today was all highway driving, no tight turns or small town driving, so I figured it was a good opportunity for me to take a turn at driving the Beast while pulling the trailer.  I knew the challenges when I offered…that it would be windy and that I-40 goes through Amarillo.  I drove into Oklahoma where we switched places again.  It was a good first time.
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   Texas has frequent road signs which say “Left Lane For Passing Only” and it works!  Drivers pull out to pass and then pull back into the right lane.  There were no cars just meandering along in the left lane like they tend to do in Michigan.  Oklahoma road signs use different language to say the same thing…”State Law…Do Not Impede Left Lane”.  Again it seems to work.  I imagine it keeps frustration levels down, too.  So aggravating to get stuck behind someone who thinks the left lane is for driving…usually at a slower speed than the right lane. Way to go OK and TX drivers...keeping the left lane open for passing!
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   Temperatures ranged from mid 80s through New Mexico and Texas to 49o just west of Oklahoma City. I’m still in shorts and sandals and spent most of the day sweating because the sun was on my side…stepping out into a windy 49o made for a quick dash into the gas station. 😕
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   Changed time zones again somewhere along the way so we’re only 1 hour behind normal time now.
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   Stopping west of Oklahoma City for the night…less than 10 hours to Spring Hill and the TN WonderKids!



Sunday, April 1...He Lives


   The plan today was to get up early and get stuff rearranged in the trailer so the bikes could be loaded; we wanted to be ready to rock n’ roll as soon as church was over.  Church starts at 11 so we had to hop to it to be ready in time.  I was up just before 8 a.m....quietly left the trailer to head to the bathroom and on the way back formulated an April Fool’s joke to play on Kim.  I don’t do well with April Fool’s jokes.  Oh, I’m easy enough to fool; I just can’t think of jokes to play on other people, jokes that they’ll fall for.  But today I had an idea…and I was going to rock it.  I was going to sneak in the trailer and wake Kim saying it was already 10 o’clock, blah, blah, blah.  It would have worked too except that when I quietly opened the door he was standing there, getting dressed. Oh, ding dang!  😕
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   Man, we were poetry in motion transforming our home away from home back into a bike trailer.  I went to work on the inside…putting away shelves, rolling up sleeping bags, deflating and folding air mattress, etc. Kim cooked up the last of the eggs then started cleaning/packing the outside stuff…cooking equipment, lawn chairs, cooler, etc.  Trailer was ready for the bikes by 10…I took up the garbage on my way to take a shower while Kim put the wheel chocks back in then loaded and secured the bikes.  He even had the truck hooked to the trailer by the time I got back.  Went to church and checked out when we got back.  Yep, it was a smooth operation. 
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 Easter morning!  We knew we wouldn’t be going to the 6:30 a.m. sunrise service/breakfast the Picacho church had planned for this morning but we were able to make it to the 11 o’clock service.  Fifty-two people in attendance today!  And since this little church still uses hymnals to sing, I was hoping that we’d be singing what I consider to be Easter classics…’Up From The Grave He Arose’ and ‘He Lives’ are two of my favorites.  We sang both of those plus ‘Jesus Paid it All’.  And the sermon took a different angle on the events of Easter…what if the walls of the tomb could talk.  An interesting way to look at what transpired on this day so long ago.  I’ll miss this little church with its small but faithful congregation and look forward to worshiping with them again next year.   
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Heading eastward....
   Checked out of camp and were on the road by 12:45 p.m.  Put a deposit down to reserve lot #35 for the month of March 2019.  We might tweak the dates but so far March has worked well for escaping late winter Michigan weather.  The campground was looking bare…more than half of the RVs that were there when we arrived were gone before today.  The heat is coming and people are moving on...the next week is forecasted for high 80s to 90s everyday.  Some businesses are closing soon, too.  Sort of like Charlevoix in the winter months.  The KOA will be closing end of April or mid-May….and the owners head north to the Flagstaff area for the summer.  Too hot in Picacho. 😐
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   It felt strange to be leaving a place that had been home for 4 weeks.  We weren’t just random campers coming in for an overnight…we were known.  Some of the RVers have been there each of the past 3 years when we’ve been there.  But there’s anticipation too about returning to our lives.  I hate to leave the sunshine and warmth we’ve been experiencing in Arizona…I’ve been wearing short sleeved shirts, shorts and sandals the entire time.  Sometimes a sweatshirt felt good but that was usually after the sun set.  And I know that Michigan has been getting hit with snow the whole time we’ve been gone, so we’re heading back into the Land of Long Sleeves, Pants and Socks.   Oh, well…it's home.
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   Made it to Alamagordo, New Mexico for the night and moved the clocks ahead an hour in the process.  Both Arizona and New Mexico are in the Mountain Time Zone but New Mexico observes Daylight Saving Time and Arizona does not.  So we started our move back toward ‘normal’ time.  Always takes me longer to adjust going back home than coming out here. 
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   New Mexico wants to make sure that drivers know the correct procedure in the event of a dust storm.  Three times with we came across a series of 5 road signs that said, in this order:
In a Dust Storm…Pull Off Roadway…Turn Vehicle Off…Feet Off Brakes…Stay Buckled

 In Arizona, signs say:  During Limited Visibility…Pull Off Road…Turn On Lights
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   We left in 90o heat in a truck with no air conditioning…the sun was coming in my side of the vehicle.  It was rough until it clouded over.  Whew!!


Saturday, March 31...Saturday In The Park


   Sometime in the middle of the night, I turned 59.  Fifty-nine!!  It hits me as such a weird number.  It happens to also be the year I was born but that doesn’t have anything to do with anything, just a fun once in a lifetime oddity.
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   Back in the first week we were here in Picacho, we met Curt…a very friendly talkative man.  I know this because not only did he stop by several times to talk to us but I saw him talking to other campers.  He and his wife were up here for a getaway weekend…they live in Maricopa, about 50 miles away.  He told us about an outreach ministry he does on Saturdays at a local Maricopa park…hot dog giveaway.  He talked about it several times and encouraged us to stop by, even gave us a business card with all pertinent information…including personal cell number.  I tacked it up on the cupboard for future reference.  The first Saturday after we heard about it was the Chihuahua races in Superior…the second Saturday we spent the day with Bryan and Linda Schumaker…today we kept the day open to ride over to Maricopa to help Curt in whatever way we could.  Pulled up and saw a pavilion with a sign indicating a church activity…the pavilion was decorated…the grill was going…food stuff was on the tables.  Yay!  We found the place…or at least we thought we did until we talked to the man in the red shirt.  It went like this:

Hi! We’re looking for Curt…is he around?  I don’t know a Curt but he could very well be involved and I don’t know him.  Well, he’s involved in a hot dog lunch ministry…we met him at a campground a few weeks ago…he invited us over to hang out. Here’s his card with his name…does it ring a bell? No, I don’t recognize the name but, there’s an event going on…Walk for the Cross…maybe he’s walking with the group and will be here when it’s over.  Do you do this every week?  He said he had a weekly outreach ministry…at a pavilion by the pond.  Oh, no, this is a special event…one time only...there are other pavilions, maybe he’s at one of those.  Okay, thanks…we’ll walk around and check it out. 

Not dressed for walking in 90 degree heat
   First Kim called the number on the card…it went straight to a message that said the mailbox had not been set up.  Hmmm.  So we decided to walk in our riding clothes on a 90o day around the pond to check out the other pavilion.  Went one direction and then walked back in front of the occupied pavilion and the man in the red shirt calls out “Do you want a hot dog?  We’ve got plenty.” 😏
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   Since we were there and had nothing else to do, we rode around the Copper Sky Park. It’s quite a large community park and well done…sports fields, community center, pavilions around a fishing lake, nice bathrooms, dog park.  We didn’t go into the community center but it was a large building.  The whole area is well kept and has ample parking.  Maricopa can be proud of this community gem.
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   As we were leaving Maricopa we decided to go the Ak-Chin Casino…actually it was Harrah’s Ak-Chin Casino.  It was a spur of the moment thing…we’ve gone to Odawa before when they had live music, but it’s not something we do often.  I work too hard for my money to give it to a machine, but today was my birthday and I threw caution to the wind.  It was a fun couple of hours and we’ve spent more on meals than we lost today so I’m good with that.
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   Took the long way back to camp…had no particular reason to hurry back to camp.  Well, other than starting the packing up process.  So that’s what Kim did when we got back…took down his scopes, cleaned out the back of the truck and repacked stuff in there, put the bicycles on the front of the truck, etc.  We’ve decided to head out tomorrow…whether we leave before or after church is still a plan in the works.  But as Rafiki said “It is time.”
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   We’ve been putting stickers on the ceiling from places that we’ve visited.  There are five National Park or Monument stickers up there.  Last year we put the first National Park sticker up there from Carlsbad Caverns…it says ‘CAVE’…that makes sense.  Then it was a Big Bend Nat’l Park sticker.  It says ‘BIBE’…that doesn’t make sense.  This year we bought one from Saguaro Nat’l Park that had ‘SAGU’ on it.  Each one different…what gives?  Well on the back of the SAGU sticker was this information:
Where does this abbreviation come from?  The National Park Service assign each unit it manage (National Parks, National Monuments, National Historic Sites, etc.) a unique abbreviation code to help standardize communications both internally and externally.  But due to the large number of units involved something as simple as SNP, for example, was not going to work because which national park would you be referring to---Saguaro, Sequois or Shenandoah?  Can you figure out the basic pattern they ended up using for these abbreviations (as in most cases, there are exception to the rule)?   
 1.   A four-letter combination
    2. If a unit name consists of two words then it’s assigned the first two letters of each word (i.e. GRAND CANYON National Park = GRCA)
     3. If a unit consists of only one word then its’ assigned the first four letters of that word.  (i.e. ARCHES National Park = ARCH)
So become a National Park System Insider by learning and using these abbreviations.  For fun and practicing your detective skills – see how many exceptions to the rule you can find!

I read this and then later that night before the light was shut off, I glanced up at the ceiling and excitedly said “Hey Joshua Tree is one of the exceptions!”  Kim didn’t have a clue where this random comment came from….so I told him the criteria for the four letter park designations and that was why the Big Bend sticker had BIBE on it and that the sticker for Joshua Tree was one of the exceptions to the two word name rule.  Its sticker has JTNP on it.  And that Carlsbad Caverns was an exception to the one word rule…it should be CARL instead of CAVE.  But Casa Grande National Monument and Saguaro National Park are rule followers….CAGR and SAGU.  Yeah, sometimes I babble. 😏

It pays to read because also included was this information, which is how I found out there were two parts to Saguaro:
Saguaro National Monument was created on March, 1933 by President Herbert Hoover.  On October 14, 1994, Congress granted national park status to Saguaro.  The park’s two districts are separated by the city of Tucson, Arizona and encompass over 91,000 acres.  To the west of Tucson lies the Tucson Mountain District; here, with elevations between 2,180 ft. and 4,687 ft., the saguaro cacti forests are dense and common wildlife include the coyote and desert tortoise.  The Rincon Mountain District is located on the eastern edge of Tucson and ranges from 2,670 to 8,666 ft. in elevation, providing for increased diversity in flora and wildlife, including the black bear, Mexican spotted owl and Arizona mountain king snake.
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   In the road construction project near us there are 4 lone saguaros stabilized with ropes at the edge of the project.  It would appear that those saguaros do not meet the criteria for removal so they’re being protected in their current environment.  The have padding next to the ‘skin’ of the cactus with boards propped against the padding.  The entire group is encircled by orange tape strung between sawhorses.  All in an effort to protect this awkward and yet weirdly elegant giant. 
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A small section of the Red River Cattle Co
   Most of the farming in this area is agricultural…cotton, alfalfa, pecans, etc.  On our way to Maricopa we encountered one of the largest gatherings of cattle I have ever seen…this beats the stockyards we saw in the Texas panhandle.  There had to be tens of thousands of cows in those pens.  It was the Red River Cattle Co. and I knew from our visit to the John Wayne Museum last year, that he had a connection with ‘Red River’.  It was the name of one of his movies, he played a cattle rancher and there were actually belt buckles made up with the Red River brand for his character to wear.  He wore that buckle in several other movies, also.  So I briefly wondered if the owners (Tom and Kathy Dugan according to the sign) were John Wayne fans.😉 I googled Red River Cattle Co and the Dugans to see if I could get an answer to ‘how big is this place?’.  I wasn’t able to find numbers but I did find a 2014 blog entry by Rocco Cardinale.  This is an excerpt (bold emphasis added by me):
   The number one question I’ve had over the last two years has been, “There are dairy cows in Arizona?” This is a seemingly logical question when the sweltering heat and desert landscape are the typical images that come to mind when most of us picture Arizona. Those were my images as well, primarily because they are true.
   Yes, it’s hot and dry for a good part of the year in the southwest Arizona county of Pinal, and it’s also the heart of a robust dairy milkshed. Yes, it feels as if you’re going to accidentally “mosey” (that will be my only Western movie reference, promise) right onto the movie set of an old cowboy picture with cacti in the background and the perfect tumbleweed rolling on by. The John Wayne vibe is still alive and well, especially in Casa Grande, where the “Duke” spent a great deal of time. Coincidentally, a portion of his Red River Ranch is now part of a dairy operation owned by Tom and Kathy Dugan.
So there is a connection between the name and John Wayne.  And I really thought I was looking at a massive beef factory…had no idea it was a dairy farm.  Milking all those cows has to be a round the clock enterprise. 
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   We finally treated ourselves to a steak at Frankie’s Chuckwagon, the little restaurant here at camp.  It’s a well- known eatery around here and is open Wednesday through Sunday.  The meat is grilled outside on a huge grill. The waitresses are actually some of the long term RV residents.  I haven’t had a steak in a very long time…and all 18 oz. of this one was cooked to perfection!  Over indulgence is a good term for what happened tonight. 😕
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Bike miles today: 130