Wednesday, April 5…Home (Blue October)

   Got a text from Callie during breakfast informing me that the very first words out of Shelby’s mouth this morning were “I wish Gramma and Grampa were home today.” I don't know what the kids have been told about our planned arrival because she also said that there were several follow-up questions “about *exactly* when they’d be home”.  Don’t worry, Shelby…“Forever” is almost over!

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   Entered Michigan at about 12:45 local time.  Rain and wind were our traveling companions from our starting point today in Bloomington, IL, until about 20 miles into Michigan. The rain dropped off then but the wind was a constant presence right up to when we arrived home. 

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   The pull to get home is always the strongest when I see that “Welcome to Pure Michigan” sign.  Up until that point, home is just the general direction that we’re heading in; that blue sign makes all the difference. It was raining, the truck was moving at about 70 mph and the wipers were on but I took a picture of that sign anyway.  It’s out of focus but that doesn’t matter.  What matters is that we are back in the Mitten!!

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     Another truck feature discovered today: Kim had the cruise set; at one point, the warning bell dinged, a warning flashed on the display screen informing him that the trailer was swaying (like that was big news), and the truck somehow decreased the cruise control speed. It did this on its own…of its own volition…without any input from Kim.  Of course, that did not stop the swaying, but I suppose the truck felt that it did its part in the matter. And the interesting thing is that it didn’t do it until we were about 150 miles into Michigan.  I thought yesterday’s wind was much worse than today’s wind.  Crazy stuff!

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   I’d heard that the sewing room re-do looked great, but I wasn’t allowed to see the pictures so seeing for myself was first on the to do list when we got home at about 7:30.  What a difference! It’s amazing! 

   Kim and I bought the butcher block for the work surface and some new flooring before we left…I told Marshal some of what I needed/wanted in the sewing table itself…he did the rest. Levi came up on a weekend to help him; Amanda picked out a paint color and Levi also repainted the room.  I don’t like to paint so I was willing to deal with the old color, but this looks so much better. Oh, and the TV is now wall mounted.  I’ll be jumping back into work soon, so it’ll probably take some time before what came out of there goes back in…mostly because that will require some serious purging. But the end result is what I had envisioned and I’m thrilled!!

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40 Days of Lent opportunity: Give a gift card to someone today.  I figured I wouldn’t be doing this one because we were traveling.  BUT we stopped in Grand Haven at Jet’s Pizza for a late lunch. I saw gift cards at the register and bought one. Kim wanted to know what I was doing; I answered that it was for the Lent challenge.  Then he wanted to know who I was going to give it too; I said I had no idea but getting the gift card was the first step. As we sat waiting for our food, a woman drove up and came into Jet’s.  Before I lost my nerve, I walked up to her, gave her the card and said, “I’d like to give this to you” as I thrust it toward her. She had a quizzical look on her face and not wanting to get into a big explanation, I simply said, “It’s a Lent thing…please take it.”  She smiled and thanked me and I walked away happy that I’d found a way to fulfill today's opportunity.  Then a girl came in selling candy bars. After Kim bought some, he smiled and said, “That’s my gift card.” 😎                                  


Tuesday, April 4…Blown Away (Carrie Underwood)

Morning musings:

   We were up and out the hotel door before 8 a.m., only to find that the trailer blinkers and electric brakes weren’t working. Last night every time the wiring became disconnected, the truck let us know…by a ding and simultaneously, a warning on the driver information panel. This morning there wasn’t any recognition by the truck that there was even a camper back there. We were right next to a Wal-Mart so the first line of troubleshooting was replacing the bulbs. That didn’t fix the problem. It’s been wearing on Kim that we don’t have blinkers or the electric brakes. He’s concerned about the extra weight of the camper pushing from behind and only the truck brakes to stop the rig. Finally stopped at a truck stop in Newton, KS, so he could give it a better look. Didn't take long before he figured out that it wasn’t in the wiring from the camper; the issue was that the wiring behind the bumper was shorting out. He fixed it and concern has been replaced by relief. Both blinkers and electric brakes are now properly working. When I asked him what he did to get it working; he simply said, "I wiggled it." Since he’s pretty sure that there won’t be any more issues, we’re going with the premise “it’ll work until it doesn’t”, but if it does happen again, at least he has a known starting point now.

Update: No problems all day until there were…about dusk.  It was rest area time anyway and Kim was able to make a quick fix with electrical tape.  

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   Just as I was thinking that the wind that was such a presence on the drive west hasn’t been a factor heading east, I felt the truck jerk sideways. Oh shoot, it’s back!  Kim said he's been feeling it for a while, but it hasn’t been noticeable from the passenger's seat until now, as we’re heading northeast on US 35. The swaying has really kicked in.  At times it feels like we’re floating on the road instead of driving on it...not sure that's a good thing.  However, it’s a warm wind so there is that.

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   We’re passing fields that are covered in a fine purple sheen...so subtle at times it makes me wonder if I’m really seeing it. Second guessing my eyesight. And at times because of the coverage over the field, it looks like purple flowers are the planted crop and at times it’s only along the edges. What is it?  Lavender?  But isn’t it too early for lavender?  Googled 'purple ground flower in Kansas' and found out that it’s not lavender and it’s not a single flower either.  It's two winter annuals known as Henbit and Purple Deadnettle. Both are in the mint family. They grow in fields every year, but they are especially colorful in years with mild winters, when the warmer weather gives the cool season plant more time to germinate.


Evening update:

   Last night we were talking about how we rarely see the gas stations of the 60s and 70s…Sinclair with its green dinosaur mascot, Texaco with it star and Phillips 66, which was the brand of station that the Bakker family owned and ran back in the day. I was googling the stations and reading the results…it was a way to pass the time on the road. Things we learned:

**The long running ad campaign for Texaco “you can trust your car to the man who wears the star” was started in 1962. 

**In 2001, Texaco and Chevron merged to become ChevronTexaco. 

**The name ‘Phillips 66’ was inspired by a test drive of the fuel at 66 miles per hour on a stretch of Route 66 in Oklahoma.

**Phillips Petroleum Company and Conoco merged in 2002 to become ConocoPhillips.

**Sinclair first used dinosaurs in its advertising in 1930, promoting lubricants refined from crude oil believed to have formed when dinosaurs roamed the earth.

**Sinclair stations began featuring a green fiberglass DINO (prounced DYE-NO) in the early 1960s. DINO is still a favorite photo op to this day.

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   So, today we’re in need of fuel…on the left side of the highway there’s a LOVE’s station and on the right side there’s a Sinclair complete with not one, but two green fiberglass DINOS. Of course, we went to the Sinclair station…and of course, I got a picture of the DINO alone and one with Mom standing by it.  This was truly an old-time service station complete with multiple service bays, a dinging hose by the gas pumps, a green and white checked floor inside and a manager sitting at a desk near the front counter talking on the phone. Old-time yet up-to-date with credit card pumps, restrooms, and a small convenience store. I tried stepping on the hose to make it ding but couldn’t make it happen.

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   When we were over by DINO, I looked down to make sure of my footing and I saw a plastic ammo box that looked suspiciously like a geocache.  When the photo shoot was over, I opened the box and sure enough, I’d found a geocache without even looking for one.  Signed the log, left a unicorn rock then found it on the app and marked it ‘found’.

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   Stopped at a Roadside America attraction in Clarence, MO, which was billed as a “1950s gas station

with Dummies”. The reviews were varied but it was just off the highway and looked to be a quick stop, so why not? Historic gas station with vintage cars lined up for fuel…and yes, there were dummies (mannequins) in all the cars. Some of the cars were pulling old pop-up campers and there was even a Gold Wing Aspencade pulling a bike trailer. The backseat occupants of the taxi looked like they were on their way to a Halloween party; the Clarence policeman looked like he was just waiting for someone to run the 4-way stop at the corner.

   Two giveaways that this little tableau harkened back to an earlier age: Price of fuel was simply listed as 319/reg and 369/ethyl and none of the mannequins were wearing seat belts. In fact, one child in the back seat of a car looked to be standing up. I grew up in the 60s, not the 50s, but I remember those unbuckled days in the back seat of my mom’s car with my brothers and my cousins.      

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   Kim has battled the wind most of the day, the air seemed unseasonably warm every time we stepped out of the truck and we watched lightning ripple through big puffy clouds as we drove toward Springfield, IL. The wind is rattling the windows in our hotel room as I sit here typing this.
 Song lyrics come to mind:  Something’s happenin’ here…what it is ain’t exactly clear.

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   We’re in for the night in Bloomington, IL…Kim drove 643 miles today. It’s less than 400 miles to my mom’s house and then another 100 or so to Charlevoix.  If the weather cooperates, we stand a good chance of being home by tomorrow night.  And that would be just ducky!

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40 Days of Lent opportunity: Find an area of greediness in your life and ask for God’s help in overcoming it. I was able to listen to Sunday’s sermon which gave me plenty to think about as I searched my life for the areas where greed creeps in. It didn’t take long for a couple to surface; prayed for a more generous spirit.


 

Monday, April 3…Detour (Dean Martin)

11 a.m…Typing as we drive because I can type and look at the scenery at the same time.  Might have to correct a few mistakes but that’s the price to pay for this particular kind of multi-tasking. And I don’t have to worry about the status of my computer battery because the truck has a 110V outlet built into the dashboard. In the past I’ve used my phone as a mobile hotspot to get my computer online which turns the front passenger seat into what I call the MCC (Mobile Command Center).  The downside of that was running the computer battery down. Not an issue anymore.  I am plugged in and ready to rock n roll. 👍  

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   In the truck and on the road by 8:30 a.m.… heading to Tucumari, NM, via US 54.  Our route beyond Tucumcari is undecided at this point but we’ve got a about 3 hours to think about the options.

   Stopped for fuel at the northern end of Carrizozo and that’s as far as we were allowed to go on US 54.  Road was closed due to a bad traffic accident somewhere between Carrizozo and Vaughn, and all traffic wanting to travel 54 had to find an alternate route to their destination. I had already looked at an alternate route to Tucumcari but had decided against it because it was more than an hour longer than the normal route of taking 54 to Santa Rosa then heading east on I-40 to Tucumcari. I’m all about taking different routes but not to the extent of adding that much time to an already long trip.   Well, hello! that’s the route we had to take anyway.  Took US 380 through the foothills of the Sacramento Mountains to US 70…and we encountered a little town named Picacho along 70.  Not much to it but there was a bona fide US Post Office building in good condition, so that gives it some status.  Haven’t ever seen a Picacho, AZ, post office in any condition.  Anyway, it should eventually bring us into Tucumcari and that’s the goal.

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   On US 380 we passed through a town called Capitan which really laid claim to the Smokey Bear name.  Museum, gift shop, visitor center, a boulevard an historical park and more all had Smokey Bear in the name. Made us wonder what connection Capitan had to a cartoon bear used for fire prevention ads. I googled it and found that Capitan was the birthplace and is now the resting place of Smokey.  Here are some excerpts from an article that details how that happened:

   One spring day in 1950, in the Capitan Mountains of New Mexico, an operator in one of the fire towers spotted smoke and called the location in to the nearest ranger station. 

   As the crew battled to contain the blaze, they received a report of a lone bear cub seen wandering near the fire line. They hoped that the mother bear would return for him. The cub took refuge in a tree that became completely charred, escaping with his life but also badly burned paws and hind legs. The crew removed the cub from the tree, and a rancher among the crew agreed to take him home. A New Mexico Department of Game and Fish ranger heard about the cub when he returned to the fire camp. He drove to the rancher’s home to help get the cub on a plane to Santa Fe, where his burns were treated and bandaged.

   News about the little bear spread swiftly throughout New Mexico. The state game warden wrote to the chief of the Forest Service, offering to present the cub to the agency as long as the cub would be dedicated to a conservation and wildfire prevention publicity program. The cub was soon on his way to the National Zoo in Washington, D.C., becoming the living symbol of Smokey Bear. He remained at the zoo until his death in 1976, when he was returned to his home to be buried at the Smokey Bear Historical Park in Capitan, New Mexico, where he continues to be a wildfire prevention legend.

   In 1952, Steve Nelson and Jack Rollins wrote the popular anthem that would launch a continuous debate about Smokey’s name. To maintain the rhythm of the song, they added “the” between “Smokey” and “Bear.” Due to the song’s popularity, Smokey Bear has been called “Smokey the Bear” by many adoring fans, but, in actuality, his name never changed. He’s still Smokey Bear.

   I thought it was strange that every reference in the town of Capitan was to ‘Smokey Bear’…I wondered what happened to his “middle name”.  Although I can’t recall ever hearing the song, this article answered my question. 😎

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   I’m enjoying the cross-country drive home but occasionally my mind skips ahead to the workload that awaits me when I get home. I’ve been getting work related messages from people since I left in February and I’ve told everyone of them that I wouldn’t be home until the first week of April and that if that time frame didn’t work than they would need to find someone else to do their alterations.  Well, it’s the first week of April, I’m not home yet, and the calls and texts from people who decided to wait for me to return have started. I keep telling myself not to think about what might have to be done next week, that my focus should be on picking the route and enjoying the ride. It’s a personal application of Matthew 6:34 

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Evening Update:   The detour we had to take to Tucumcari was scenic…once we turned off US 70 the roads were definitely less travelled, a bit narrow with no shoulder but in decent shape. And while it added time to our drive, we did see more of the countryside including a slight dust storm and some pronghorn.  

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   Ate lunch at the Pow Wow Restaurant and Lizard Lounge, home of the painted walls, in Tucumcari. Today we sat with Mr. and Mrs. Wellborn, who were raising a glass in honor of something so I raisedmy glass with them.

   It took some digging online but finally found their connection to Tucumcari: Donald Wellborn was a pharmacist and owner of Wellborn Pharmacy from 1984 to 2008. He died March 5, 2018, at the age of 79; a celebration of his life was held later that month at the Pow Wow Restaurant. He was survived by his wife, Reverend Gay Scruggs Wellborn, to whom he’d been married for 57 years, as well as three sons and their wives, grandchildren, siblings, etc.  From what I could or couldn’t find online, Mrs. Wellborn is still alive. Makes me wonder what she thinks of the painting of her and Don on the wall of the Pow Wow Restaurant.  
 
   And we found out that fried alligator tastes like chicken...if you use enough sauce.  

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   Instead of heading across the panhandles of Texas and Oklahoma, we’re heading up to Kansas via US 54, out of Tucumcari. Every single time we’ve driven I-40 across those two states we’ve encountered unbelievable wind sweeping across nothing but flat as far as the eye can see. Welcome to the Great Plains region! Anyway, I thought to avoid that kind of sustained wind so we’re basically retracing the route we took out here. That goes against my tendency to change up the route, but Mom gets to see some more of the country this way. Besides everybody should see the feed lots of Dalhart, TX, at least once in their lifetime. P.S. I’m hoping the wind in Kansas has settled down some since February.  

   Must admit that the recent severe, tornado causing weather that ripped through the mid-section of the country and the forecasted upcoming weather has been on my mind. But no matter which route we take back to the Mitten, we have to travel through that part of the country. The alternative is to stay put but that’s no guarantee that bad weather won’t find us, either, so the best course of action is to just pick a route and pray for safety.    

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Texas tidbits:

*It was tumbleweed mania from the border of Texas to Dalhart.

*As I had hoped, Mom was suitably impressed with the size of the Dalhart cattle feedlots. J

*Jumped ahead another hour when we entered Texas.

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   Reservations already made for a motel in Pratt, KS, which will make it a 600+ mile day.  The truck is behaving splendidly…only had a slight trailer wiring glitch which was remedied with a little electrical tape. 

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40 Days of Lent opportunity: Pray for Holy week to impact your life. Done!  Update on yesterday’s opportunity: I tried to listen to yesterday’s sermon but phone service was so spotty on our route today that I gave it up.  Will try again tomorrow.