Monday, February 28…Into The Lens (Yes)

    First thing on my To Do List this morning was checking the ‘Bat Cam’ on the Arizona Fish and Game site.  No action there.  Nor on the ‘Crane Cam’ but the information given says that the sandhill cranes generally leave the area about an hour after daylight to return sometime in late morning.  I can hear them on the live cam but cannot see any yet.

   Then I searched for wildlife live cams and watched snowy owls in Barrow, AK; hummingbirds in Studio City, CA; and eagles in the Channel Island National Park, CA.  And there’s many more live cams out there.  If I was laid up for any amount of time I’d be watching wildlife live cams along with binge watching Ted Lasso, This Is Us or Law and Order.  

   I had both the Eagle Cam and the Crane Cam running in the background of the computer while I stepped away for a minute or so.  OMGoodness!  Came rushing back because the chatter of the sandhill cranes was increasing. While they didn’t land in view of the camera I watched as bunches of them flew in…bunches being my term for multiple flocks.

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   I went for a walk while Kim worked on his project list. He was heading out for a walk about the time I was returning.  Two ships passing in the daylight.  Immediately turned on the Crane Cam to find that the cranes were in full view of the camera.  Now, mind you, I see and hear sandhill cranes all summer because they camp nearby our house.  And in the fall when they round up for migration the sound is incredible…quite often Mount Baldy is a gathering place for incoming cranes. So it’s not necessarily

the crane action that intrigues me…it’s the live cam aspect of it and I just might have found another way to amuse myself. 😎  

**By the time I left camp at about 12:30 p.m., there were hundreds of cranes on camera.**

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  Last year a new house was being built about a mile down Picacho Hwy.  This year the house is finished, there are horses in corrals and cows fenced in a big field.  Yesterday Kim showed me a picture of a long horned steer. Today I saw them for myself…two of them standing not far from the road munching on hay.  Each of them were sporting horns that stick 2 to 3 feet out of each side of their heads and it was so fascinating to watch them.  Talk about situational awareness! Their head movements seemed almost choreographed…no poking, no hitting and no tangling.  One started walking away and turned to look back at me…swinging those horns around seemed to be all about maintaining his balance.  I'll be on the lookout for them on future walks.

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   The previous owners of the campground, Frankie and Jerry, had a western theme going: street signs, bathroom dΓ©cor, and the clubhouse dΓ©cor all paid homage to cowboys, western movies, or the Old West.  When Ryan and Felicia bought this camp 4 years ago, Felicia said the cowboy stuff had to go. 

   It’s taken time but I think all remnants of the cowboy theme are finally gone.  The street signs were the one thing still hanging on from the Frankie and Jerry days but I noticed on my walk yesterday that there are new street signs with a critter theme. When I mentioned it to Felicia, she was tickled that someone noticed and said that one night she, Ryan and Ozias, their 9 year-old son, just brainstormed some names.  And personally, I’m so glad they did because the spelling nerd in me cringed every time I walked past the “Wyatt Erp” street sign. πŸ˜–

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There have been other changes as well over the years:

*A cement wall has been put up on both sides of the driveway. Felicia said eventually there will be a gate.

*Two years ago Ryan put cement pads at 3 or 4 sites.  This year there are many more along with wooden decks at some of the bigger sites.  One or two of the bigger sites also have a small dog run built next to the deck.

*Coded locks on the bathrooms.

*Privacy fences between some of the sites.

And their commitment to providing a good camping experience has netted them the KOA President’s Award two years running.  Kudos to Ryan and Felicia!

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   Took a quick bike ride to Coolidge while Kim was out walking.  Temperature was 79o and the air felt silky smooth on my arms as I rode. 

   I noticed a new roadside memorial on Hwy 87 to Coolidge…it was facing away from the road but the cross was wearing a shirt, a vest and a helmet which made me think motorcycle accident.  I checked it out on the way back to camp…the memorial area was packed with momentos and I picked up enough details to check for an obituary later.  

   On May 31, 2021, thirty-one year old Talon Nunez was killed by a woman who ran a stop sign while driving a stolen vehicle.  There was suspicion that she was under the influence of drugs.  Talon worked at the Red Rock Correctional Facility in Eloy and was riding his motorcycle to work.  The memorial is at the location of the accident near the correctional facility.  The story behind the memorial is a sobering reminder to be alert at all times when driving, no matter what type of vehicle.       

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Today’s bike miles: 42

Total bike miles:   239

Sunday, February 27…When Doves Cry (Prince)

   Kim stayed up into the wee hours of the morning so I let him sleep while I went for a solo walk.  Three miles to start my day…didn’t set any speed records but I wasn’t in a hurry.  Kim was up by the time I got back.  He then headed out for a walk while I got some pictures ready to send to the WonderKids. 

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  I put the hummingbird feeder out yesterday; they’re so plentiful up at the office that it usually doesn’t take long for one or two to find ours.  Today I was at the picnic table about 4 feet from the feeder when a hummer came up and started feeding.  Saw a few more chasing each other away while I sat there…got pictures of one that was just resting in the bushes nearby.  Maybe my presence was keeping it from coming any closer.  At least I know they’ve found the feeder and can be at the ready with my camera when I’m sitting outside. 

   Kept an eye out for the lizards also but maybe it’s not quite warm enough for them to be out on the tree.  If next week pops up into the 80’s as predicted I’ll probably be seeing them soon.

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Since Kim isn’t riding this year he’s making a ‘camper project list’ and first up is changing out the regular outlets in the main area of the camper with USB outlets.  Yesterday we went to Home Depot in Casa Grande and he thought he had all necessary items to do the job.  But it turns out the existing outlets boxes are not as deep as the type of outlets we bought.  Not that we had any option…those were the only white USB outlets that Home Depot had in stock. Went back to Home Depot today so Kim could get going on his list. 

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   Kim got started on the outlets and I took a ride to check on the saguaro nest.  I wanted to see if the owl was still sitting on it. The search I did on Great Horned Owls last night indicated that what I saw was a female incubating eggs. Remembering the admonishment I got from a man last year about doing research on Google vs. research at the library (his thought being that the library is the only place where one can do research), I made sure the sites I visited had some credibility: allaboutbirds.com, audubon.org, and azgfd.com (an Arizona Fish and Game site).  This is what I learned about the nesting habits of Great Horned Owls: 

NEST PLACEMENT: Great Horned Owls nest in a wider variety of sites than any other bird in the Americas. The owls most commonly use nests built by other species in whatever tree is available, but also use cavities in trees and snags, cliffs, deserted buildings, artificial platforms, ledges, and pipes, and will even lay eggs on the ground. Great Horned Owls do not engage in nest building; although, they may line nests with shreds of bark, leaves, fur of prey, trampled pellets, or feathers. Only one nest is used per year. Often a tree nest deteriorates so much during a season’s use by a Great Horned Owl that few can be used again in a subsequent season. However, a sturdy nest that stands up to a year’s wear and tear may be reused again.

NEST DESCRIPTION: Nests often consist of sticks and vary widely in size, depending on which species originally built the nest (usually Red-tailed Hawks, other hawk species, crows, ravens, herons, or squirrels). Great Horned Owls may line the nest with shreds of bark, leaves, downy feathers plucked from their own breast, fur or feathers from prey, or trampled pellets. In some areas they add no lining at all. Nests deteriorate over the course of the breeding season, and are seldom reused in later years.

REPRODUCTION: Great Horned Owls are monogamous, meaning they mate with the same owl each year as long as that mate is available. They will usually start their nesting behavior around late December to early January in Arizona, and will continue their time on the nest until about mid to late May. Their clutch size will range anywhere from 1-6 eggs, with the average resulting in 2 eggs per clutch. They only lay eggs once per year with an incubation period of about 28 – 35 days. Once hatched, the owlets will stay in the nest for another 42 days, flying to nearby branches and other perches about 5 weeks after hatching. The hatching of the eggs will typically happen in mid to late February through March. Both parents will bring the young owlets food in the nest, and both parents will tend to the young for the first several months of life.

**Note: azgfd.com has a live GHO webcam set up at a barn nest.  I visited it several times but haven’t seen any activity.  The last update about a sighting was from Jan. 5, 2021 so maybe the nest hasn’t been used in over a year. Also, I’m going to make a note for myself to check the ‘bat cam’ tomorrow to see if the bats are roosting during the day. As expected, the roost is empty at night.**

   I figured if I saw the owl again today that meant I had found an active owl nest.  She was there and looked to be in the exact same position on the nest as yesterday.  So I’ll visit every now and again to check on her and maybe before we leave there’ll be an opportunity to see what’s in the nest. Not interested in harassing the birds, though.  If we do encounter an empty nest we’ll just have to make sure to keep an eye skyward so we won’t be dive bombed by an angry owl parent.

   Because of the height of the nest in the saguaro I had to keep a good distance back so I could see her…she seems to be sitting back in the nest so getting too close only gets me a good look at the nest and not her.  My camera has a good zoom so as long as I can stay steady I can see what I need to see from a distance.  I did take some pictures from the front and then walked a wide circle around to take some from the side of the cactus…she followed my movement without shifting her body at all.  That’s the beauty of having that twisty neck.

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   I had only intended to ride as far as the nest and then turn around.  But the day was too delightful to do just a short ride so I called Kim and told him I was riding the Tom Mix loop again but in reverse. At the start of my ride it was 72o and riding in just a long sleeve shirt felt so good but by the time I stopped in Coolidge I needed a jacket.  By that time it was down to 64o which is warm by Michigan standards but on the bike it feels a little cool. 

   Got back to camp to find the truck gone and the outlet change-out still in progress.  It’s always tricky to undo somebody else’s aftermarket add-ons so it took some time to figure all the wiring out and then Kim couldn’t find his electrical tape so he headed to the nearby truck stop to get some.  He pulled in not long after I did and the outlet has been changed and is fully functional.  Charging cords already occupy both USB ports.  Tomorrow he’ll do the other one and anticipates it will go much quicker than the first one.   Then it’s on to fixing the shower wall.    

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   When I parked my bike I glanced over at the camper and caught a flurry of feathers falling from the tree…like a snowstorm of feathers.  What the hell?!  And I had a sense of something flying overhead but was too mystified by the falling feathers to look up; however, when I walked over to look at the feathers I did see a medium-sized bird land on the top of the nearby telephone pole.  There was also a scattering of feathers on a wide tree limb.  A murder mystery, for sure.

   Kim pulled in right after me and I told him about the feather storm and pointed out the bird on the pole but also said that I thought it wasn’t a killer type bird…too small for that. Well, the bird was definitely a killer type even though it was smaller than a hawk.  It was a peregrine falcon and it was eating a freshly caught meal up on the pole. Based on the feathers I’d say the falcon had caught a dove.

  Picture quality turned out slightly grainy because dusk was coming on and I had to zoom so far; however the video I took came out clear.  The falcon was actually plucking the feathers off its prey and letting them fly, creating just a small flurry of feathers.  Creepy and fascinating at the same time. 

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Bike miles today: 94

Total bike miles: 197 

Saturday, Feb. 26...I Am Woman (Helen Reddy)

    Kim was awake and out of bed early; neither one of us is too sure what time that was but the sky was still dark and the bed was warm so I stayed put.  I think our body clocks are still on Michigan time but that will change in a few days.

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   Wesley and Sandra from Minnesota are back this year.  This morning I was out hanging up the hummingbird feeder when I heard my name called...they were walking their dog and we had a quick catch-up chat.  They also just got in yesterday.  In 2020 they left a week earlier than planned because COVID-19 was just becoming a thing and last year when they called here to ask about the situation and were told it was terrible, they opted not to come.  But they’re back and I look forward to hearing more of the Minnesota accent. 

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   Zeus is sitting out near the hedge in his usual spot, drawing attention from familiar and new faces.  Last night a lady walked by and commented “Nice bike. Love the color.”  Today Wesley and Sandra wondered if we were down to one bike and while we were talking with them about it a gentleman walked by and said, “Nice bike”.  Kim said nothing and I said, “Thank you.”  He stopped, looked perplexed and then asked whose bike it was.  Kim said, “Hers” as I said, “Mine”.  For a second or two he seemed unsure of what to say next but Kim quickly said, “Mine’s back home” and he looked relieved for some reason.  His wife had told him the night before about the pretty blue bike over in the corner of the campground, etc., etc, etc. and now he can tell her the rest of the story: that it actually belongs to the woman not the man. 

   This year will be different because only one bike made the trip with us.  In mid-January Kim had prostate surgery and his surgeon said driving out here was totally fine but riding the bike would have to wait a little longer.  So I’ll be doing short solo rides and together we’ll do more walking, hiking and using the truck to explore.  It’s all good.

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  Started out at about 10:15 for a morning walk to Nutt Rd., which is 3 miles round trip. Not a cloud in the sky but it felt a bit cool at the camper so I grabbed a light fleece.  Didn’t take long to realize I didn’t need it…I forgot how warm that sun can get out in the open even if there is a slight breeze.  I’ll know better tomorrow. Next week it’s forecasted to be in the 80’s…definitely have to start walking earlier to beat that kind of heat. 

   Kim intends to do more walking this year since he won’t be riding and my riding won’t be too far afield as I’ll be going it alone.  In the absence of some of the longer rides we used to do in the area we decided to check out more community events.  To that end we’ve signed up to do a 5K walk on March 12th in Marana/Tucson, which is about 36 miles from us.  That’s the only one I found in our time frame that’s relatively close.  We’re officially in training for a walk. 😎  

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   Years ago, by the looks of it, someone buried a tractor tire on end about a quarter mile down the road. In 2018, after walking by it many times, I decided to climb it.  Climbing a huge tractor tire turned out to be a lot more awkward than I had imagined but it made for a good memory and photo op.  Last year when the Charlevoix WonderKids were visiting, Clayton made climbing that tire look ridiculously easy.  I took note of how he did it because I really wanted to try it again.  However I’m smart enough to not attempt it on my own; I knew Kim would be as necessary to my success this time as he had been the last time.  

   Today seemed as good a time as any so, with some guidance from Kim, I climbed the tire again.  I don’t know whether it was experience or Clayton’s example but it seemed easier climbing it today than the first time and I didn’t need as much help either. Getting down did have its humorous moments but that was easier also, although Kim might be a better judge as to whether this time was easier or not. But no matter…I feel accomplished!   

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   On my bike ride this afternoon I headed to Coolidge then continued on around the Tom Mix loop.  Because it’s a good place on the loop to give my butt a rest, I stopped at the Tom Mix Memorial.  It’s a good place to see ground squirrels, lizards, birds and the occasional rabbit…plus I like to read the comments written in the log book that’s lovingly maintained by a fan of Tom Mix. In 2020 at the beginning of the pandemic the plastic container which held the log book and the log book itself were removed with a note of explanation about health safety left in its place.  Last year was the same except there was an updated note.  This year it’s all gone…the container, the log book and the pictures and laminated newspaper article about Tom Mix’ death that had been taped to the table are gone.  All that’s left is tape residue. I sure hope the gentleman who maintained this little shrine in memory of Tom Mix is okay.

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   Part of riding the Tom Mix loop is scoping out the raven nest on Park Link Dr.  I knew I was going to stop today to see what shape the nest was in…seeing a raven or a hawk would be a bonus and, of course, I had my camera ready.  As I slowed my bike down I thought I saw something above the edge of it.  As I walked to the edge of the field for a fraction of a second I thought it looked like the head of a

bobcat but dismissed that thought immediately because seriously, a bobcat up 15 feet in a saguaro cactus? My goggles were too dark and I couldn’t get a good view of what was up there.  Got a little closer, steadied the camera and felt a rush of adrenaline because sitting in the nest was an owl who was looking right back at me.  I was so geeked…couldn’t wait to get back to camp and show Kim.  I could only hope that the pictures turned out.  I have no way of knowing whether that owl was just resting for a bit or is actually nesting there but I am going to keep an eye on that nest for sure. 

   The next thing to do was identify the owl.  After Googling images of ‘Arizona owls’ (there are at least 13 different types common to Arizona) and conferring with Kim on the matter I’ve decided that it’s a Great Horned Owl.  As soon as I’m done here I’m going to turn to Google for some more information on its nesting habits.  I’d love to get a picture of the inside of the nest but am not willing to have my eyes poked out by the talons of an owl so I might be observing from afar this year.  Good thing my camera has a good zoom.  😎  

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   Kim just popped into the camper looking for a thumb drive and is happy to report that the telescope is up and running smoothly. There were issues at first but he got that figured out and is just about to start imaging the Horsehead Nebula along with something else.  It’s 10 p.m. as I'm writing this and if he’s just getting started then I’ll be in bed long before he shuts it down…I’ll have to see his pictures in the morning.

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Bike miles today: 103

Friday, February 25…Old Friends (Chris Stapleton)

 Showered, shaved and eating breakfast by 8:30 a.m.  First thing I checked at breakfast was the waffle maker.  It was generically customized…meaning not customized for New Mexico but definitely for Best Western or possibly any person whose initials were BW.  This one had a BW stamped in the middle of a heart of a round waffle. 

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    Met George, a very friendly gentleman, in the hotel breakfast area. He’s from Mississippi on his way to Maricopa to meet up with some Air Force buddies he was stationed with back in the 50’s.  Although he didn’t specifically say it, I’m assuming this was during the Korean War because 1. He spent time in an airplane but not as the pilot and 2. He was in security (whatever that means in this context).  Anyway, two of the buddies are twins and are celebrating their 80th birthday…George is showing up as a surprise guest.  The wife of one of the men knows he’s coming but has promised to keep it quiet.  He’s staying for a week and is very excited about the whole adventure.  I love it when people share their joy with random strangers in random places.     

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   Got on our way this morning and before long I was noticing an abundance of a certain type of plantgrowing alongside I-10 and throughout the median also. Hard to describe but I’ll try:  Think of Cousin Itt from the Addams Family with less hair, maybe a bit taller and thinner, and with either long sticks or the top of a pineapple poking out of the top of his head.  Imagine a freaked out porcupine with quills standing out on end for the smaller ones.  Now mind you, those are very general descriptions.

   Anyway, the more I looked at them the more the taller specimens started resembling strange human forms: an actor taking a bow…a dancer with hands lifted skyward…a parent with little ones gathered around…a family…two friends talking, etc.  Seeing human qualities in a plant was all about distance and angle of sight; this little game kept me occupied for about 60 miles.

   Eventually I wondered out loud what kind of cactus it was; Kim replied that he didn’t think it was a cactus and suggested that I google ‘desert bushes’.  I’m on the job!  An entry from a blog called The Danger Garden popped up.  The entry was from 2012, was entitled ‘Yucca Highway’ and it detailed the writer’s fascination with the very plants I was curious about on the very same stretch of highway we were currently driving.  Fun how these Google searches turn out.

   So whenever I’m on the section of I-10 from Tucson to Deming, NM, I’m going to keep my eyes open for the Yucca People.😎

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   Stopped at the rest area just past the Arizona state line and because the air felt so delicious I took the time to find a geocache.  It was cleverly hidden near the entrance road to the rest area and it was very hard to act casual about what I was doing so as not to attract unwanted attention from ‘muggles’.  

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   There’s a section of I-10 that I’ve always found intriguing…the Texas Canyon.  Wikipedia says it a

valley located in between the Little Dragoon Mountains to the north and the Dragoon Mountains to the south.  Doesn’t look like a valley to me because the road climbs and I can’t say as I’ve ever noticed Mountains but there are some big hills.  But if Wikipedia says there’s a valley and mountains who am I to argue?

   The road through the canyon is maybe 10 miles in length and what’s notable about it are the huge boulders and stacks of boulders that line the roadside. I marvel at the way the biggest boulders balance on smaller boulders and how some boulders manage to stay vertical when they’re obviously top heavy.  There is a rest area so a person can get out of the car and take in the size of the boulders but the real fun occurs in what you see as you’re driving through the area.  Can’t pull over and it’s about impossible to get pictures as we’re speeding by but it never stops me from trying.    

   This is what the website azfamily.com has to say about how The Texas Canyon got its name:  Around 1880, a man named David Adams moved to this part of Arizona from Texas and eventually brought much of his extended family to join him.  Local lore says all those newcomers from the lone star state quickly gave the canyon its name, and it’s been stuck on area maps ever since.  I’m not sold on that as a full explanation…it’s lacking the ‘why’ component.  I’ve always thought maybe it’s called The Texas Canyon because the rocks are so big and Texas has the reputation of bigness.  Perhaps that’s the ‘why’ behind the Adams family’s reason for calling it that.  But I guess I’ll never know.

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 3:30 p.m.  We started out on Monday in search of sunshine and warm and by golly, we found it!  We’re already snuggled back in our little corner of the Picacho KOA…site 59.  The bike is out and the camper has been leveled and swept.  The couches are set up, the back ramp is down and all windows are open to let the warm air flow through.  I’m taking care of the inside and Kim is in the process of making all necessary outside hook-ups.  It’s amazing how quickly it can feel like we never left.  Now I’m all set to enjoy everything we love about Arizona.

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   Finished with the basics of setting up camp then headed to Coolidge to get some groceries.  And because of our timing we decided to avail ourselves of the Hermanos Gueros food truck for supper.  Hope the shredded beef nachos topped by a layer of jalapenos lay easy on the stomach come bedtime. 

Thursday, Feb. 24…Waffle King (“Weird Al” Yankovic)

    Woke up to a nippy 7 degrees with the promise of sunshine.  Blue sky is peeking out between the clouds over Dalhart with the sky to the west looking cloud free.  Bring it on!!
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   Kim had set an informal mileage goal yesterday…having goals is a good thing but along with that we had to keep lodging in mind because the camper was not an option on a single digit night. Hotels on our route hadn’t been real plentiful but a quick search on my phone indicated that there were numerous options in Dalhart in various price ranges.
   With one stop we found that not all hotels had adequate parking for our rig and not all prices were as listed online. Ugh!   Calling seemed a better idea so the Best Western was first up.  Yes, they had rooms but for slightly more than listed, a king was cheaper than a double queen and they had room to park the truck. Thank you for the information…maybe I’ll give you a call back. I then went online to make a reservation for a king room at the Best Western.  It cost $20 less online through a third party vendor (SnapTravel) than the price quoted directly from the hotel two minutes before.  Hmmm….wonder why that is.
    Anyway we were grateful to find a room at a hotel with a parking lot big enough to accommodate our rig.  The Best Western is just around the corner from US 54 which is a major truck route and it’s about a ¼ mile from an active railroad track.  The road noise was fairly constant but not obnoxious and I heard a train do its whistle thing once as I was getting into bed.  Beyond that if the trains were running I never heard them.   
   **Point of interest: The Best Western breakfast room boasts waffle maker shaped Texas with a BW stamped in the middle.  Two things: 1. I wonder how much it costs to get a customized waffle maker and 2. What would I want my personalized waffles to look like. 
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    Fuel prices are certainly up…we’re currently in New Mexico and the lowest we’ve seen for diesel since leaving home is $3.69 and the highest has been $4.15.  Haven’t really been tracking unleaded because when we’re on a trip in the truck we care about the green price, not the red price.
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   Taking US 54 south from Santa Rosa to Alamogordo where we’ll pick up 70 into Las Cruces.  Keeping a look out for wildlife…haven’t seen anything yet.
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   We stopped in Alamogordo, NM, at Pistachio Land for a photo op with the World’s Largest Pistachio and to buy a bag or two of Pistachios.  This is a must stop if we’re in Alamogordo when Pistachio Land is open.  And I don’t know how many photos a person needs of the big nut but it begs me to take a picture every time I'm there. 
   Before we left Alamogordo we had a very late lunch/very early dinner at Margo’s Mexican Food.  Had a Navajo Taco which is all about the fry bread for me.  Yum!
 
  A little farther down the road we stopped at the World’s Largest Chili Pepper in Las Cruces for another photo op.  The position of the sun wasn’t very kind for taking this picture but we did what we could and then moved on.  Although I’m willing to pass on an attraction if it appears that parking the truck/camper will be problematic, Kim does his best to accommodate my oddball ideas.
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   Made a decision to stop for the night in Deming, NM, which gives us about a 4 hour run to Picacho tomorrow. Based on our experience last night with the hotel in Dalhart I went directly online to find and book a hotel.  It was not an easy process because of a poor signal but finally managed to get a room at a Best Western.  They offer a hot breakfast and now I'm wondering if this one has a personalized waffle maker also.
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   Drove approximately 470 miles today and it didn’t even feel like we were pushing it.  Took time to shop, eat, play and still made good time.  Of course the fact that we crossed over into Mountain Time early in the day might have played a part in that.  Pass a sign and suddenly you get a chance to repeat an hour.  We’ll be two hours behind Michigan now until the time change in March, then we’ll be three hours behind because Arizona doesn’t observe Daylight Saving Time.  It’s quirky that way.
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   Just for fun and because I had time, I decided to google “Custom made waffle makers”.  Top search result was the site theodmgroup.com.  I checked it out and eventually found this about their pricing: 
   The waffle maker has a minimum order quantity (MOQ) of 1. We are opening a new mould for custom logos, and mould costs are up to a few thousand USD depending on the logo’s complexity, so this product is more suitable for commercial use. It comes with voltage and plugs for Europe/ France.
*Mould cost and sampling are from 1100USD.
*Unit cost per 1 piece is 600USD.
And because of the way ‘mould’ is spelled I wondered if The ODM Group is a British company. This is what I learned about that: The ODM Group is a Promotional Products Marketing Agency founded in 2003. Beginning operations in Hong Kong, here is how we have expanded over the years – firmly rooted in Asia close to our factories.   So, not British.
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   Then I skipped down to another search result from felionstudios.com.  This site offered a very informative bullet list about commissioning work from them.  This is what it said about pricing:
Budget: Serious inquiries are more fun for everyone. Custom cookware is no flash in the pan, so if $5,000*+ scares you, maybe meditate on your request before reaching out. (*not every project we do requires this amount, but typical pattern + production costs exceed this quite often.)
And because I thought it only fair to check out this company also I found that FeLion Studios is based in Wisconsin. This is their business description:  FeLion Studios is a design/build sculpture studio specializing in cast iron art, custom castings and commercial commissions. We're driven by a craft-centric methodology that strives to exceed expectations in every aspect of our process, from concept to design and into the final finish.

Bottom line is that I don’t care enough about waffles to spend that kind of money on a custom waffle maker but I do appreciate the time, effort and creativity it takes to produce a working piece of art.

Wednesday, February 23…Here Comes the Sun (The Beatles)

 Morning thoughts: The truck seems to have anti-freeze issues when towing the camper…not overheating issues just heater issues. It’s obvious when it needs to be checked because the heater blows cooler air and this morning it was cycling every few minutes from warm to cool.  Definitely not the day to have cooler air blowing on my feet…outside temperature was 11o when we left the hotel at 8:15 a.m. and had dropped to 7o in two hours. There’s no snow so that’s a plus but sometimes that snowless cold can be especially brutal.  Adding anti-freeze usually solves the problem but we’re on a section of road with few exit options so we’ll have to deal with the hot and cool until we get to an exit with a gas station.  **Note:   My weather app indicates that it’s a few degrees warmer back in Charlevoix.  However, it looks like Charlevoix will stay in the teens while the local forecast is predicting temps to get into the mid-20s today.  Seeing that it’s already noon and the temperature has only risen to ten degrees I think the local forecast may be wishful thinking.

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   Last night we’d been settled in the room for over an hour when the quiet was broken by Rapunzel saying, “Go west on (some road), then turn left.”  What the hell?!  Nothing prompted this random bossiness---which was actually kind of creepy.  Was she just talking in her sleep or is there something afoot in the world of AI? 

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   Today I plugged in our destination, looked at the route options and selected one without toll roads.  Then because I was wary of her changing routes on me again, I checked to see if it had changed.  Yes, it had.  Did this little dance with her three more times, getting angrier each time and finally ended up calling her a nasty name before Kim suggested I set her up to avoid tolls.  Well, I wasn’t sure where the app had hidden that feature but I had the time to investigate so I started pushing buttons to see where they would lead me.  Found the settings, pushed the appropriate switch, set the route again and life was calmer. 


Later in the day thoughts: Well, the no toll road thing was short lived…Kim got confused on a roundabout leading to the Kansas Turnpike and before you know it we were committed but still confused so we ended up not getting a toll ticket.  And I thought Rapunzel sounded a little too gleeful when she said, “In a quarter mile merge onto US 35” and “Stay on US 35 for 15 miles”.   

   It became evident that Rapunzel was trying to keep us off the toll roads when she directed us get off the Turnpike at the earliest opportunity---at the exit for the “Scenic Area--Bazaar Cattle Pens”.  Not knowing what we were getting into we followed her directions; it was a gravel exit leading to a cattle loading area with several roads branching off that had signs stating “Authorized Vehicles Only”.  She was insistent that we turn left but there was nothing to the left to turn onto.  Although Kim was willing to work with her, I really couldn’t see this ending well so we got back on the toll road to see what the next exit looked like.

Kim paying the toll
   Well, the next exit looked better simply because it was paved but we eventually came to an unmanned tollbooth that wanted us to insert our ticket and pay the toll before it would lift the barricade. We had no ticket.  Kim was looking at the options on the tollbooth while I was looking for a way around the barricade because backing up wasn’t an option and we..had..no..ticket.  After a moment he noticed a ‘Help’ button which was good because I didn’t think he’d go for my idea. 😏  

   A very polite lady answered our call for help and several minutes later we put the required amount of money in the slot, the barricade lifted and we were on our way to Newton.  It was an unplanned thirty eight mile drive on a road less travelled through rolling Kansas farmland but at least the road was paved. 

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   As long as we were going through Newton, KS, we made a Roadside America stop…a Beatles mural on the side of a building. It was easy find and we were back on US 50 in less than 15 minutes.  There were several other murals on buildings in Newton that didn’t get a mention in Roadside America.  Wonder why that is.    

   Roadside America’s blurb about the mural: According to a news story in Harvard County Now, the owner of the building, Kelly Hayes, wanted a mural painted on its outside wall for his 60th birthday. When the artist, Mark Pendergrass, asked what he should paint, Kelly answered, "Hell, I don't know. The Beatles."

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   We’re surrounded by oodles of wind turbines which means it’s windy.  I can feel a gust pushing us sideways every now and again but nothing that Kim can’t handle. From previous trips I remember the wind of Texas and the hundreds, maybe thousands of wind turbines dotting the landscape but I don’t particularly remember any along this route through Kansas…and I know we’ve been this way before.  Are they in rows or just randomly placed? It’s time for a Google search. 
   The following is just one section of an article found on the website sciencedaily.com.  The article is dated April 1, 2014; it details research done at John Hopkins University; and is entitled Wind energy: New insight into best arrangement of wind turbines on large installations”.

 

How Wind Farms are Currently Designed

Many considerations go into the design of a wind farm. The most ideal turbine arrangement will differ depending on location. The specific topology of the landscape, whether hilly or flat, and the yearlong weather patterns at that site both dictate the specific designs. Political and social considerations may also factor in the choice of sites.

Common test cases to study wind-farm behavior are wind farms in which turbines are either installed in rows, which will be aligned against the prevailing winds, or in staggered, checkerboard-style blocks where each row of turbines is spaced to peek out between the gaps in the previous row.

Staggered farms are generally preferred because they harvest more energy in a smaller footprint, but what Stevens and his colleagues showed is that the checkerboard style can be improved in some cases.

Specifically, they found that better power output may be obtained through an "intermediate" staggering, where each row is imperfectly offset -- like a checkerboard that has slipped slightly out of whack.

Not sure what I was seeing: rows, staggered or intermediate staggering.  I just know it was miles of turbines.

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   Heading west when the sun is setting is killer on Kim’s eyes.  Add to that a dirty windshield (both inside and out) and it made for an intense hour or so.  Kim had informally set a mileage goal and now that the sun is just a reflection on the horizon, it might be attainable with minimal eye strain.  

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   Overall, I never saw the temperature get above 23o but the sun was out all afternoon and that made all the difference.  The cab got so warm the heater had to be turned off.  It was a 12 hour travel day and we put over 600 miles behind us.  We should much easier drives tomorrow and Friday because of it.

   We’re staying at a Best Western in Dalhart, TX---home of one of the largest cattle yards I’ve seen.  In my opinion its nearest competition would be The Red River Feed Lot near Maricopa, AZ.  Both yards are massive…feeding the cattle and tending to the manure would be full time jobs for several people.     

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   Spending hours on the road as a passenger offers me the opportunity to just let my thoughts wander wherever they will.  Earlier in the day I had made a comment and from that a half-baked idea kept by dancing around in my head but it never got close enough to grab. Tried writing it out but the result of that was just a good workout of the ‘delete’ key.  Then the phrase ‘purpose statement’ took root and after puzzling that through I realized what I had been trying to articulate with my writing was a purpose statement about our adventures but I was using very clunky language.  Gave that some more thought and finally came up with this as a purpose statement for a Kim n Karen Adventure: Staying open to finding the new in the familiar.  It’s not clunky, it’s concise and kind of clever and it serves absolutely no purpose other than it kept my brain and hands occupied for the better part of 3 hours.  Such is the struggle to stay entertained on a long drive. 😎


Tuesday, February 22…We Just Disagree (Dave Mason)

   Had a good night sleep and were up early to the sound of honking geese.  The nearby pond night be a layover stop for travelling Canadian geese or maybe they just winter here and their noise is part of everyday life in Turkey Creek Township. 
  
   The fact that we spent the night made Clayton very happy.  Last night when he realized that we probably weren’t staying he was inconsolable for a bit.  He finally said that he had a wonderful plan that would be destroyed if we left…he wanted to have a movie night.  While we did stay the night it was because Kim and Marshal had a project to complete and the kids, Callie and I did watch a couple of short videos.  Not a classic movie night but it worked. The kids went to bed at about their regular time and all were very excited to see us again this morning even if it was just to say good-bye.  Took pictures, gave last minute hugs and kisses then they lined up and sang us the send-off song that we usually sing, complete with hand motions, for anyone leaving our driveway at home:
So long...farewell...auf wiedersehen…good-bye

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   Due to starting out this morning in the middle of nowhere we just kept to state or lesser roads.  Good roads just not highway speeds or much traffic.  Rapunzel wanted to take us through Indianapolis but I wasn’t too sure about being in the craziness of Indy traffic while pulling a trailer.  I scoped out another route then gave Kim the options; he didn’t care either way so I chose to stay on roads less travelled. We’d head southwest to Lafayette then take US 231 south to I-70, passing through Crawfordsville on the way. 

   Over breakfast we did the math for the rest of our trip.  Four days to travel a little over 1800 miles broke down to a minimum of 450 miles a day.  Barring any additional Road Gremlin attacks or weird weather issues 450 miles should be doable.  I asked Kim if he was willing to make any Roadside America stops; his answer was ‘Sure’ so the search was on when I got back in the truck.

  Since we had already established our route it was easy to search for attractions along the way that seemed to meet my general criteria…easy access for a truck and camper, not too far off our route and either free or not too expensive.  Aha! There’s a ‘rotary jail’ in Crawfordsville…don’t have a clue what that is but it’s calling my name.  However, at a crucial point in our route I took a phone call which meant that Kim was clueless as to which lane to be in and as it turns out we were in the thru lane when we wanted to be in the left turn lane. But, no worries, Rapunzel rerouted us. It was a very scenic and less travelled route for sure.  But hindsight tells me I should have been second guessing her every move because I figured out too late that she was taking us in a southwesterly direction toward Terre Haute instead of due south towards Crawfordsville like I intended. Say good-bye to the chance to see the rotary jail, Karen. Aghhh!!  

   Time to find a new attraction….Hey! there’s a marker designating the Birthplace of the Coke bottle and it looks like it’s right on our route through Terre Haute.  That might be an interesting stop. Well, we stopped and at best I would classify it as a mildly interesting stop but it was right on our route so it had that going for it.

   I was looking for something a little more offbeat so I went back to the Roadside America app.  Aha! the World’s Largest Wind Chime is in Casey, IL, and that’s not too far up the road. But Rapunzel and I were not on the same page at this point which was a common theme throughout the day.  There’s been some changes to my Google Map app that I'm struggling to figure out. Bottom line: I thought I’d plugged in the address correctly and went back to reading but obviously I was wrong about that because we zipped right by the exit without her saying a thing.  Aghhh!!

   I was willing to try one more time.  Aha! The fire-breathing Kaskaskia Dragon is up ahead!  Less than a mile off the highway, the necessary token only cost $1 and I was hoping for easy access for the truck/camper.  I think Kim felt bad for me at this point and would have agreed to whatever I found. We found the dragon, I bought 5 tokens because I’m an overachiever and the experience did not disappoint despite the wind blowing the fire sideways out of his mouth. 😎

This is what the Roadside America site has to say about the Dragon: Kaskaskia isn't a realm of Middle Earth; it's the name of the hardware store down the block that built the dragon over a slow winter in 1995. "We made a toy to play with," said owner Walt Barenfanger. "We had no thoughts where the thing was going."

Working with a very tolerant local propane expert, Barenfanger created a flame-spitting metal beast with a 16-foot-tall neck. It had built-in hydraulics so that it could duck under power lines, because it was originally designed to ride in a local Halloween Parade. Not until 2001 did Walt have the idea to anchor it out by the highway.And that's when its popularity began to pose problems. People wanted to see it belch fire.

"It's not a dinosaur, it's a dragon. Dragons breathe fire," said Walt, who understood its appeal. But then Walt would have to leave the store, drive to the dragon, and press a hidden button to turn on the flames. "If I was going to run a hardware business rather than run out there all day, I had to think of something."

The answer revealed itself to Walt at a car wash: a self-service coin box. People, he reasoned, could operate the dragon themselves, paying for its upkeep. Rather than accept cash, Walt designed special dragon coins.

The dragon made its final metamorphosis from parade float to tourist attraction in 2008, when Walt approached the liquor store across the street from the beast to stock the coins. The owners were grateful; they'd been besieged by people who assumed that they were the keepers of the dragon's breath.

The liquor store also offered the advantage of being open late into the evenings. "A lot of people like to come after dark," said Walt, "when it's more dramatic to watch a dragon shoot fire."

Walt opened the coin box and showed us its recent bounty of dragon tokens. A 20 pound propane tank, he said, usually has enough fuel to power the dragon for a month -- and that's when the evolutionary design finally breaks down. "Someone will usually come in the store and holler, 'The dragon's not shooting fire!'" said Walt. "We haven't really figured out a better system than that."

   I love stuff like this…this made my day!

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   I had more issues with Rapunzel further down the road: I chose I-70 around St. Louis and she kept changing it to US 44…on her own, without my knowledge.  I finally turned everything off and started over; it was at this point that she seemed to understand that I had more control that she did.  There were some bad words hurled in her direction more than once today. 😠

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   Drove through rain on and off throughout the day with it being intense at times but that was the extent of the precipitation.  Watched the temperature fall into the mid-20’s which was when we decided it was going to be a hotel night.  No fun climbing into a cold camper.  We’re tucked into a Days Inn in Boonville, MO.

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   Crossed the Wabash River several times while in Indiana; so much flooding in the fields and forests that are along its banks.  Also crossed the Mississippi and Missouri Rivers but couldn’t tell if either had flooded nearby land.

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   We have about 1300 miles still to go. Not counting on making any Roadside America stop tomorrow but not counting it out either. It all depends on when we hit the road and how the day unfolds.