Friday, Apri 5…Home (Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros)

 Last night, Kim announced that getting home today was doable.  He laid out his plan and then set an alarm. Unlike other mornings, I was sleeping quite soundly when that sucker went off….at 6 a.m.!! Come on…It’s still dark outside! On the road by seven o’clock.  It didn’t take me long to make myself comfy in the truck and doze off.  Figured as long as Rapunzel was guiding us and Kim stayed awake, we were golden. They didn’t need me.

   Of course, getting up that early and being about 150 miles from the Chicago area meant the possibility of getting caught in rush hour madness.  I have Rapunzel set to avoid toll roads, so she had us on I-80 and then skirting around on surface streets to get us where we wanted to go. I’m not sure I would have been excited to pull a camper through town traffic, but Kim didn’t complain.  Traffic wasn’t crazy busy on I-80…or at least from what I saw the few times I peeked my eyes open.

   Decided I was going to wear shorts all the way home.  By the time we got to the truck, the sky was getting lighter and the temperature was tolerable to bare legs.

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   Got the cell cam videos to under 300 yesterday…today I finished ‘em off.  Found a couple more of roadrunners, ground squirrels and quail.

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   It has not gone unnoticed what a better place both of us are in on the trip home as opposed to the trip out.  Kim’s stiff neck preventing him from turning his head without turning his whole body and my respiratory shit both cleared up after about a week in Arizona. I’m sure it’s the dry heat.

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   We saw signs of spring as we crossed the country…green fields, trees budding, daffodils and dandelions popping up.  The weather has been pleasant the entire time.  Wind had been minimal, confined to gusts…well, until we got to Michigan, that is. Not quite like the wind we’ve experienced in Kansas or Texas but windier than it's been to this point. We’ve not had any issues with the truck, other than the ‘nail in the tire’ comedy back in mid-March and needing an oil change the other day. It has performed like a champ. And every tight spot Kim has gotten us into when pulling the camper, he has gotten us out of with ‘no damage to speak of’. Those were his words after the camper bumped against a post at a gas station yesterday. I asked him, “If you were to speak of the damage, how would you describe it?”, but he didn’t get my humor on that one. But, honestly, with the exception of that little bump, he has done a spectacular job of navigating us through every little thing Rapunzel and I came up with and some things he came up with on his own.

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   Crossed into the Mitten just after noon, and as we did, the clouds parted to let the sun welcome us back. Technically not home yet but it sure feels like it!

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   Dropped Mom off at her house at about 4:15 and then we hit the road to head up to our little part of the Mitten.

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    Drove into our driveway at about 7:30 p.m. While it was a good getaway, this was the longest we’ve been gone…54 days, including travel time. It feels so good to be home and I’m looking forward to getting back into my real life but first there is sleep. And unpacking can wait until tomorrow….after we see the grandkiddos

Thursday, April 4…Small Town Story (Scotty McCreery)

 On the road a little after nine o’clock. This morning there was no debate…I had already decided last night that I was going to wear shorts today.  Didn’t matter if it was sunny or not, I was wearing shorts. Since we were heading in a more or less easterly direction, any available sun would be on my side. And if it was cloudy, I had a lap blanket in the truck. All systems in place for riding in comfort.  Plus, my jeans were accessible if I really needed them.

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   Tooling down US 50, Kim was talking about finding somewhere to eat, so I checked our location on Google Maps. I found just the kind of place we like to visit… an establishment called Pop’s Diner. Luckily it was 2 miles up the road in the little town of Peabody, just off 50.  I was reading the directions for Kim from Google Maps on my phone; but Rapunzel was verbally giving different directions than I was. Kim didn’t know where to go and both of were very confused about what was going on. Needless to say, this created a little tension between Kim and me.  Until we figured out what was happening.

   The Rapunzel on Kim’s phone was hooked to the truck’s nav system, and she was the one talking (mine is always muted on my phone); she was trying to take us back to the highway which was contradictory to what I was reading aloud from the map. Once that got straightened out, I turned down the truck Rapunzel and unmuted my phone Rapunzel, thinking that would resolve the issue.  Nope! My Rapunzel refused to talk, and the truck Rapunzel refused to shut up.  So, I just told Kim to disregard Rapunzel and follow my direction.  We eventually found Pop’s Diner but not before taking a tour of the residential area of Peabody.  There are some beautiful old homes in that town.  

   Drove down Main Street to find the diner and was saddened to see how many buildings appeared vacant. A laundromat, the diner, the Eagles Lodge, and a post office around the corner seemed to be the extent of open businesses.  Parked along a side street and walked to the diner. When we turned the corner onto Main, there was the most soothing music being played somewhere from across the street. I looked for a busker, but the sidewalk was empty of people. Our waitress solved the mystery: the owner of the laundromat mounted speakers on her building and controls the music from inside her business.

   Pop’s Diner is where people gather to talk about the things that need talking about.  It’s truly a hometown diner.  People are greeted by name, the waitresses know the favorite drinks of the customers, and one can even call in a take-out order without pre-paying. There’s a huge whiteboard on the wall with a calendar drawn on it; all the month’s scheduled school events are listed. Food was good with ample portions.  It was worth the struggle to get there.

   Interesting side note: there are streets throughout the residential areas that are paved with red brick, presumably a throwback to another era.  No skateboarding or roller blading on those streets.

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   We were all curious as to what keeps Peabody going as a town.  So, I did a deep dive on Googlwe on the town’s history. Kansas was acquired during the Louisiana Purchase and Peabody was settled in the 1870’s when the westward expansion began. It was a railroad stop, it was home to the Kansas State Fair a time or two, it was a staging area for cattle waiting to be shipped, it benefited from a short-lived oil boom and from 1944 to the end of the war, a WWII prisoner of war camp housing German and French prisoners was located nearby. Farmers got first dibs over other industries in requesting prisoner labor.  The town was also an enthusiastic supporter of the ’Sante Fe Trail Highway’, which eventually became US 50.  Repair shops, gas stations, tire/parts stores and car dealerships sprang up when Americans began traveling cross-country  as automobiles became popular.  The town survived floods and fires through the years also.

   I learned all of that but didn’t find anything that spoke to what industry there might be now to keep people there.  We found Pop’s Diner in the historic district of Peabody, so I imagine there is a more modern business area somewhere in the town…we just didn’t drive through it when Rapunzel and I were at odds.

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   It was field burn-off time in Kansas today.  From Peabody to beyond Emporia, there was a smoky haze out to the horizon. Passed by some fields in the process of burning.  I’m always concerned because the fire doesn’t seem to be monitored as much as I think it should be. 

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   Stopped in Ottawa, KS, to get an oil change for the truck.  Called ahead, dropped the camper in the lot behind the lumber store across the street, got right in and were back on the road in no time. About a half-hour diversion.

   Behind the lumber store was a ‘Teen Park’ which featured a large grassy area, basketball hoops and a half-pipe from what I could see.  But it also had a brick wall, maybe 40' in length, that was covered with graffiti of all sorts.  Maybe the powers that be in the town decided to give the kids a dedicated graffiti wall so it stays off the other buildings in town. That seems like a good idea, but you know there’s always gonna be that one kid….

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   Had just shy of a 600-mile day on the road. Booked a room in Springfield, IL, for the night. I started searching for rooms, got interrupted by supper and when I got back to it, I was literally watching the prices go up before my eyes. It certainly made searching for a decent price a bit more difficult. And I would guess that the upcoming eclipse might have something to do with that.  Springfield doesn’t appear to be in the path of totality but it’s probably close enough for hotel rates to rise.    

Wednesday, April 3…The Waitress (Jonathan Byrd)

    Don’t know if we really slept in…awake around seven-thirty, Mountain Time. But since we need Kim to drive with both eyes open, I didn’t wake him as soon as I woke up. Sometimes, if it’s sunny and he hasn’t gotten enough sleep, his eyes water, causing one of them to shut. When that happens, I usually take over driving duties until his eyes adjust. However, I’ve never pulled the camper and, if I can help it, my first time will not be under duress.  So, I let him sleep a little longer, while I enjoyed the latest pop-up fad known as hurkle-durkling…staying in bed long after I should have gotten up.  Kim’s eyes were fine, and we were on the road by eight forty-five.

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   My debate with myself this morning was whether to wear jeans or shorts. The struggle was real. Really wanted to wear shorts for comfort while in the truck but remember from years past that as we head eastward the temperature drops and the wind increases So, it was comfort vs warm legs. I chose warm legs and mentally kicked myself every time I got out of the truck because the air was so silky warm today. 

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   It needs to be noted that we saw pronghorn today. Lots of them on US 54.  Just sayin’…

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   Didn’t eat breakfast in Carrizozo because we didn’t think of it. Carrizozo was the last town of any size on US 54, the route we took to Santa Rosa, where we got on I-40. There are clusters of buildings along the way which pass for little towns but none of the buildings house a café or diner. Or at least an open café or diner.   Wonder where the locals gather to talk about whatever it is that needs talking about. Anyway, we knew that Vaughn, NM, had a gas station/convenience store at the intersection of US 54 and US 60 which might have a donut we could pretend was brunch. Vaughn looks like it could have been something back in the day, but all the motels, cafés, hardware store, etc. are closed. Looks like a ghost town. 

   However, as we neared the gas station intersection, I happened to look out my window and saw a shiny Pullman car looking building with a ‘Penny’s Diner’ sign on it and another sign saying it was open 24 hours a day.  It was snugged up on a hill by a Travelodge. Yahoo! Actual food instead of a donut!  Turned around and went back. An apt description would be a Waffle House in a shiny train car.  The décor was classic 1950 era diner, complete with ‘50’s music.  The fun thing was that the walls were covered with white board…the menu and doodlings of customers were written in erasable marker. When the walls get filled, erase them, and let the customers fill them again. The bottom section had just been erased so I asked for a marker and left my mark. Kim told me that I got the U.P. wrong, but at least I included it.  😎

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   We got to talking with our waitress about how hard it was to find a diner, which led to discussing the condition of Vaughn, all the closed store fronts, etc. She was somewhat new to the area but had been there long enough to pick up on the small-town gossip; she told us the owner of the gas station across the road purchased the businesses and closed them down, so he’d be the only game in town. If that’s true, it sure is selfish and obviously does nothing to promote long-term viability of the town. Heck, there is no town at this point. Personally, it seems more like a rumor than truth when thought out logically but as someone who’s spent the sum total of an hour in Vaughn, who am I to say? 

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   I wanted to find out how long Penny’s Diner had been there, so I searched for it online and was surprised to find out that it’s a corporate-owned restaurant chain.  In 1994, Avantic Lodging Enterprises, based in Wichita, KS, began adding ‘50’s themed diners to its hotels. The company website boasts that their 45 hotels and 28 Penny’s Diners across the United States (15 states) provide construction, transportation, and resource sector employees with dark and quiet overnight stays. Another site stated that they were built in affiliation with railroad companies so railroad crews would be able to get a good meal whenever they pulled in since the diners were open 24 hours a day. The company website doesn’t say that specifically.  However, the diner we ate at had a distinct railroad feel about it.  

    I like this little blurb from the website pennysdiner.com: As the collection (of diners) expanded, unique local names became more challenging to come up with. As a grand romantic gesture, the president of the company decided to name all new and existing restaurants after his wife, Penny. A pony-tailed waitress in a poodle skirt log was designed and a brand was born.  Don’t know what I’d think about that.

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   Got a text from Callie today asking if I’d keep them informed of our progress because the kids wanted to track our travels home on the map.  Gave them the lowdown of where we spent the night and our planned route for today.  The next text read: Got your journey on the map and they went from excitement to disappointment because y’all are still so far out.  The reality of travel.

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   Stopped in Pratt, KS, for the night. Over 500 miles on the day.  Crossed into Central Time Zone today; yesterday we jumped ahead an hour and today we did it again. That messes with mealtimes, that’s for sure.  Body clock will take a hit eventually also. Been two and then three hours behind Michigan for over 45 days. But we’re only one time zone away from real time now.

Tuesday, April 2…Rockin’ Down The Highway (The Doobie Brothers)

    It’s moving day…launch day…heading back to the Mitten day. Whatever it’s called, it means we’re on the road.  Pulled out about noon, after stopping at the office and talking to Ryan for a bit.  Got our reservations set up for Lot 59 for next year.  We’ve been told for a week now that there are four kids anxiously awaiting our return to Charlevoix….no doubt their parents feel the same. 😊 The countdown has officially started.  

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   Sent a birthday video last night to Charlie because I wanted it to be there first thing this morning for her to see.  She’s a big 5 years old today and these things matter…but maybe not as much as finally getting out of her car seat and into a booster seat.

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   The ground started sporting a yellow carpet about 50 miles from the New Mexico border. Lots of green showing up in the desert also. According to the radar, the eastern side of Arizona got worse rain than Picacho did, so that may be what’s behind the color.

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There were 3,822 pictures/videos on the cell camera card. The camera took a photo before every video and since I’m not interested in photos, I was trying to do a batch delete…hit the ‘ctrl’ button as I clicked on a photo. Did that multiple times and then hit ‘delete’ and all those photos were gone. But if we hit a bump at just right time, the computer decided to a ‘batch copy’ instead. Definitely a step backward when that happened.  Then, by accident, I realized I could sort by ‘Type’ and voila! the pictures were separated from the videos, and I did a gigantic batch delete.  Down to 1,908 videos in no time!

   What we discovered in the past is that not all the videos/pictures taken showed up on the phone app but all were on the card. So, I kind of feel that all the videos should be looked at, in case a bobcat or gila monster comes strolling under the fence. After I deleted the 155 videos from the point where the cow licked and then turned the camera to the face the rising sun, I was down to 1,753 videos.  Multiple that by 15 seconds and that shortened my viewing time to a little over 4 ½ hours.  Very doable from the passenger seat on a 2,000-mile drive.

   I developed a routine: if nothing appears in the first 3 seconds, delete the video.  Movement is what trips the shutter and if I saw weeds moving but no animal, the video was history.  That little trick cut down my viewing time ever farther.  Under 1,500 to go, and I did find more javelina, roadrunner and pack rat videos that we didn’t see on our phones.

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   I took two empty hummingbird feeders off the tree this morning, washed them and tucked ‘em in a box for the ride home. One still had nectar in it so I left it for a bit longer; but it finally had to come down to be packed away.  The hummers were coming to the tree looking for them, visiting the exact places the feeders had been hanging. So, I decided to leave a feeder full of nectar on the neighbor’s picnic table, hoping the hummers would find it there when we left and that the kids would have fun feeding them.  Wrote a note to the kids, sealed it in a Ziploc bag and anchored it with rocks. I have no idea how long they’ll be gone so I was guarding against wind and rain.

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   Today was a colorful day. It was sunny, there was an orange carpet covering the desert floor near the eastern state line of Arizona, and a gray curtain of  rain streamed down over the distant mountains.  The sunset was amazing, reflecting a red glow up onto the fluffy white clouds in a blue sky. It was warm this morning; I’m still wearing shorts but it felt a bit cool on my legs when we got out for supper. I may have to reassess my fashion choices going forward.   

   We booked a room in Carrizozo, NM, which was probably an ambitious goal considering it’s a little over 400 miles from Picacho and there’s a time change crossing into New Mexico. And there was no doubt we’d be arriving after dark. I prefer traveling in the daylight hours but must admit that driving through Las Cruces after dark was a breeze.  

   We made it to Carrizozo before 11 p.m.  It’s past Mom’s bedtime but maybe she’ll sleep in a little tomorrow. 😎

Monday, April 1…Rocket’s Tail (Kate Bush)

    Today started out sunny but quickly clouded over, then the rain started.  Kept us in the camper but I made the most of it by starting the packing up process.  I feel like we don’t have a lot of stuff crowding our living area, but that’s been a matter of having a place for everything and keeping everything in its place.  That’s been working for the last 45 days but it’s a different story when we hit the road. Everything has got to find a home.  Nothing loose to roll around, fall off or bang into. This is usually when I find that we really do have a lot of stuff hanging around.

    Despite being able to start the packing, there came a point when I had to stop. Couldn’t pack the sleeping bag or air mattress because we need them tonight for sleeping.  Same with the blankets, sheets, etc.  The best I could do was arrange the space under the bed so the bedding will fit in easily tomorrow…the air mattress will be stored along the side of the bed. I rearranged the overhead shelves, putting the air fryer and Instant Pot under the bed. On the way out here, both fell from where they were stored…right onto my bike.  Didn’t hurt the bike but the Instant Pot sustained some major cosmetic damage. The air fryer appeared to be okay after its 6-foot tumble. Kim rigged a way to store the table and chairs where one of the couches used to be.  They’ll be secured with a rachet strap so the bikes should be safe. I’ve worked it through in my head where the rest of loose items will be stored so it should be easy in the morning to get the living area emptied so the bikes can come in. That’s the theory anyway.

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   After I did what I could in the packing area, I worked on the owl that I’ve been needle felting. This is my second attempt at making a burrowing owl. The first ended in a critter named Chad. He looks like a bird but is definitely not an owl. So, I was feeling some pressure to get the second attempt correct. The owl body turned out okay, but the legs were problematic. Needed to find a way to make him stand without legs. With a little artistic direction from Kim, I fashioned something that started out looking like a fried egg but ended up looking like a passable burrow…as long as it’s viewed on the level and not from above. Not sure I nailed it but at least it looks like an owl, which is more than I can say for the first attempt.

   We’ve all been thinking of names; my mom had a name picked out but forgot it. Kim came up with a couple of good ones, but I kept coming back to Hootie, which is a very appropriate name for an owl.  But Hootie made me think of Hootie and the Blowfish, which made me think of Darius Rucker. So, for now the owl’s name is Darius.

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   Mom and I went on one last errand run to Coolidge; on the way I detoured to the hawk nest on Hauser Rd. From the road we could see something white in the nest; I wondered if it could be a piece of trash the hawk had brought in.  Nope!  It was a snowy white baby hawk. I’ve been thinking this was a red-tailed hawk nest because the first time we saw it the bird had its back to us and it was identical to a red-tailed hawk I saw online.  However, this time I got a front view and it sure doesn’t look like the breast of a red-tailed. So, I reached out to the FB birding page and hopefully someone can help me out with the identification of the bird. But to see that little white head above the nest…that was cool!

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   This afternoon when Mom and I were getting ready to head to town, the kiddos were walking toward me from the clubhouse and waved and called to me.  They said that they were going to come say good-bye to us later.  My announcement that we weren’t leaving until tomorrow was met with big smiles and clapping. I told them that we’d make sure to stop over before we left.

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   Took the cell camera down today. Sometime during the night, a coyote came under the fence and that was the last wildlife picture/video. Gonna take me forever to go through the videos on the card, but I’ll have lots of time on the drive home to sort through them.

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   Maya, Miley, and Malachai were outside playing tonight…Casey came out to get them as it was getting dark. We were watching a nature show when Maya and Miley started yelling for us to come outside because the launch was happening. This was no April Fool’s Day joke…a fireball was streaking across the sky! The launch of which had been postponed until sometime in April was a go for tonight.

   We assumed that ‘sometime in April’ meant later in April and since we wouldn’t be here to see it, nobody thought to check the launch schedule. I am so grateful the kids alerted us…for one, my mom got to see the ‘fireball’ and the vapor trail that snaked back toward to the edge of the western sky and two, we got to say good-bye to the kiddos and Casey.  As we were talking, the kids said they couldn’t say good-bye tomorrow because they were leaving on a trip…at three in the morning.  So, I gave them each a painted rock and a stamped envelope addressed to us; told them that I hoped they would send me a letter when the birds left the nest. Then I gave them each a hug and said farewell.  I should have asked where they were going…wonder if Tomas has that second job interview in Indiana. 

Sunday, March 31…In My Life (The Beatles)

    Last night, I happened to see Maya and Miley come out of their camper, with Maya carrying a piece of paper.  There was a brief discussion between the two and then Maya walked toward our back ramp, which was down.  When I greeted her, she shyly asked if Kim was ‘in there’; I said ‘Yes, he is’ and unzipped the back screen for her to come in. In her hand was a folded-up picture she had painted for
Kim to say ‘thank you’ for sharing his love of the night sky with her.
  We took down a poster of the M109 galaxy that Kim had done on an earlier trip to hang her picture in the place of honor on the bulletin board…Kim gave her the poster.  She left with a big smile on her face. Maya has shown a keen interest in all the space stuff.  I hope she finds a way to pursue it, even if it’s only as a hobby.

   In the meantime, Miley was hanging out near their picnic table, making bubbles.  I called through the window for her to come in and she said with a sad face, “I’m not allowed.” Now I don’t know if that was the discussion that she and Maya had when they came out of the camper or if that was a mom decision, but Miley did what she was told even though she didn’t look happy about it.

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   Every year before we leave, I get this urge to cram all my favorite Arizona things in again because I won’t be able to experience it again for a year. Doing laundry at the clubhouse certainly isn’t one of those things but we need the clothes basket to store shoes in on the ride home and clean clothes tucked away in the closet are much nicer than leaving a pile of dirty stuff to be done when we get home. So, the laundry was a priority today. 

   Kim also needed to break down his telescope paraphernalia and rearrange the truck bed to pack everything that doesn’t have a home in the camper.  So, that was a priority today also.

   Then it started raining, which didn’t impact the laundry so much, but Kim really didn’t want to get the scope electronics wet and then pack them up damp. Didn’t want mold to grow on anything. He was able to dismantle his set-up but needs to let things dry out. So, like the Falcon 9 launch last night in California, we delayed our ‘launch’ due to weather conditions.  Going to leave on Tuesday instead of tomorrow; don’t know when the Falcon 9 will take off again. 

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   It rained most of the morning into the late afternoon. At times, the sky would lighten, the rain would briefly stop and as soon as we noticed and thought it was over, it would start raining again. It was a day of mild steady rain.

   I was surprised to see that it didn’t deter the hummingbirds from feeding. They were busy at the feeders, rain or no rain. In fact, they seemed to be more active in the rain or maybe there were just more hummers. When it rains back home, the birds seem to disappear…I thought they were seeking shelter.  We don’t have enough hummingbirds visiting our feeder at home to know their habits, so their apparent enjoyment of the rain was new to me. I’m putting up more feeders this summer.

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   Not only is it Easter, it’s also my birthday…and it’s a big one as I am now officially Medicare eligible, which blows my mind. The first time my birthday fell on Easter was in 1991 when I was thirty-two. At some point I discovered there is a formula for determining the date of Easter and found a chart that showed the Easter date for the next hundred plus years.  I don’t know what method I used to research this online back in the early 90’s but I know I didn’t ‘google it’ because Google wasn’t a thing until 1998.  What Google tells me now, however, is that the simplest way to explain the date of Easter is that it falls on the first Sunday after the full moon that follows the spring equinox. “Really, somebody thinks that’s a simple explanation?”  So, I was able to look at a chart giving Easter dates far into the future and noticed that my birthday fell on Easter not only in 1991, but in 2002, 2013 and again in 2024. Back in 1991, I remember thinking that 2024 was so far away, and yet here we are.  Anyway, according to those who figure these things out, every 11 years I would celebrate my birthday on Easter until 2024, then it wouldn’t happen again until 2086.  I think it’s safe to say I won’t be around for the next one.   

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   Because I didn’t want to sit in the camper all day staring at each other or watching TV, I suggested we go for a ride.  In addition, I suggested that we should each take a set amount of money and go to the casino on the Tohono O’odham reservation…and all winnings should be given to me because it’s my birthday. That idea wasn’t met with as much enthusiasm as I thought it should have.  In fact, I think my mom snorted. As expected, none of us came out with any winnings anyway.  

   We drove into Organ Pipe National Monument but didn’t get out of the truck. Just driving and looking.  Then on the way back, I got a picture of the very first crested saguaro I found.  The one that started my quest to find as many as I can. I like to get a picture every year to see if I can tell if there’s been growth.  The first couple of years it was hard to tell but I think this year the growth is very noticeable.

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   The rain continued until about 3 p.m., and the sun came out between the clouds soon after. With the mountains on the horizon backlit by dark clouds, sunbeams highlighted different sections of the landscape making for a dramatic and changing landscape. At one point there was a glimpse of a section of a rainbow. It was a very entertaining drive home. 

   Picacho Peak is always visible from Eloy.  As we made our way through Eloy, a partial rainbow with a full spectrum of colors appeared and the pot of gold seemed to be hiding behind Picacho Peak. Then a second faint rainbow appeared through the clouds. We’ve had several rainy days this year, but it’s also been a good year for rainbows. 

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   The number of hummers swarming the feeders when we pulled into camp was amazing. We’ve had maybe 10 in here at a time but there had to be twenty or more either on the feeders or flitting around.  Three to six hummers on each feeder with more hovering, waiting for a chance.  I tried to get a picture, but it was early evening, dusky and rainy. Not the best conditions for a good picture.  All the feeders had a good dose of nectar today, but in the fading light, they appeared to be empty.  I’ll put some in one last time tomorrow…then they’ll have to flock to the clubhouse feeders when we leave.   

Saturday, March 30…Hummingbird (Seals and Croft)

  Today was predicted to be clear, windy, and hot; it was correct on all three accounts.  Didn’t want to do anything that required walking outdoors because of the heat and full sun. Of course, staying in camp and essentially doing nothing wasn’t on my list of things to do either because we’re down to our last two days here. Discussed some options and finally decided to drive up to Madera Canyon again to watch the birds. It’s about 85 miles from camp but it’s worth the drive on a sunny Saturday it, in my opinion. The three of us went there last year and Kim and I were there earlier in the month, so we all knew what we were getting into. No walking during the heat of the day.

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   First, we went to Coolidge to pick up my last bunch of pictures to send to the grandkiddos.  Then we did a little backtracking to get to I-10 to be on our merry way to Madera Canyon.

   On a busy Saturday afternoon, we were lucky to find a parking space at the Santa Rita Gift Shop where the bird watching happens.  I headed right for the patio off the gift shop because the whole yard is visible from there plus that’s where the hummingbird action usually is.  We weren’t there long before a broadbill hummingbird showed up in all its colorful splendor.  It was stunning!  And there wasn’t just one, there were four or five flitting after each other. Put my camera on rapid fire and clicked away.  I was wearing a purple sequined visor and a tie-dye shirt and there were times that one would hover right in front of me like it was trying to decide what I was before it wisely flew away.  

   The male turkeys were still fanning their tails and strutting their stuff; the females were still ignoring them.  Beyond that I didn’t spend much time watching the turkeys because…well, they’re turkeys.  Mom was more observant than me; she noticed that these turkeys had a couple of white stripes on their tails. She didn’t realize that there was more than one type of turkey because Michigan turkeys are all she’s ever seen. They don’t have a white tail band. She would know because turkeys hold conferences in her yard sometimes; she knows their look. I googled it and she is correct…Michigan has the Eastern Wild Turkey and one of the breeds that is native to Arizona is the Gould’s Turkey, which has white tail stripes.  

   There was a bird who looked like The Penguin on Batman, although initially I thought Uncle Fester from the Addams Family.  But, no, it definitely resembled The Penguin…wearing a red beanie instead of a top hat with its tuxedo. It has an unusual look and I remember seeing it last year, but I had to look it up again to put a name to it: Acorn Woodpecker.  

   There were Yellow-Eyed Juncos, various finches, Mexican Jays and nuthatches.  But the bird that captured my attention was the Broad-billed hummer.  A few weeks ago, I saw one but only got a picture of it from behind with its head tipped up; I identified it by its red bill with a black tip. Today, when it came to the feeder, I saw the bill and was proud of myself for remembering what it was but was unprepared for its beautiful colors. Sapphire neck and emerald body with that striking red and black bill. Everyone who came out on the patio was oohing and aahing over those birds.  The Rivoli’s Hummingbird also showed up again, although I still didn’t get to see its purple head and emerald throat. And its larger size was especially noticeable with the tiny Broad-billed for comparison.

   Madera Canyon was a good choice.

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   Then it was back to camp to have supper and wait for the SpaceX launch. It was scheduled for 7:30, then was pushed back later and later until it was postponed again with an undetermined launch date. Kim read that weather was a factor.  I checked the radar and sure enough there was a big green blob with a yellow center moving across southern California.  Vandenberg Space Force Base is north of Los Angeles on the coast and part of that green cloud looked to be in that vicinity. Mom went to bed when it was pushed to 10:30…way past her bedtime.  I told her I’d take a video of it but that didn’t happen. So, unless it’s rescheduled for tomorrow night, Mom won’t get to see the fireball streaking across the sky because we’re leaving Monday morning.

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   The sky was so clear tonight; however, the wind messed with the tracking of the telescope. Kim wasn’t very hopeful that anything would turn out.  Suddenly the wind died down and the tracking stabilized. He had to give up on that target when it got too close to the horizon; but there was still time to pick another target.  Less than two hours later, the wind picked up again and he shut it down.  Tomorrow it’s supposed to rain all day so this was probably the last night for imaging in Arizona in 2024.

Friday, March 29…Should’ve Been A Cowboy (Toby Keith)

 Up early again, getting spiffed up and making plans for the day. Had a substantial breakfast…pancakes by Chef Kim, so our bellies were full.  Then I ordered tickets online for Old Tucson which didn’t open until 10:30 so there was time for bird watching and hair drying before we had to leave. 

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   Didn’t know what to expect from Old Tucson; it’d been recommended but Kim and I have never been there.  First time for all of us.  This is from the website: Old Tucson is an active film ranch with 300 acres of available space for movie and television production. Over 500 films and television shows have been shot at Old Tucson including classics like Arizona, El Dorado, Tombstone, Joe Kidd, Winchester ’73, Three Amigos, and more. The central town is comprised of over 60 buildings on 20 acres of land just 15 minutes outside Tucson, AZ.

   Nestled between Saguaro National Park and Tucson Mountain Park, Old Tucson offers unobstructed views of the surrounding mountains and desert landscape. Filmmakers can shoot in any direction without modern distractions and the vast property provides the space and privacy needed for major productions.

   Several of the buildings contained eateries, a candy store and gift shop. There were ‘immersive entertainment’ shows staged out on the street and live shows staged in a theater setting. But right away, my attention was snagged by the old-time photo studio beyond the courthouse.  It had just opened for the day and didn’t have any appointments booked yet.  She could take us right away, so I tracked down Mom and Kim for a photo shoot. I’m a sucker for dressing up in old Western clothing, holding a bottle of liquor that I would never drink in real life, and hamming it up for the camera. My mom and I had a good time with it, not sure if Kim enjoyed it but he put up with it.  He transforms so easily into a badass cowboy.

   After watching a couple of gunfights type show on the street and a short musical based on Billy the Kid’s involvement in the Lincoln County Wars.  It was well-done and it struck me that this must be the main employment of most of the actors, due to how time intensive it would be to learn the part and perform it multiple times throughout the day.  The blacksmith is indeed a real blacksmith, and not only does he work at Old Tucson 6 days a week but also teaches the art to kids, doing his best to make sure it doesn’t become a lost art.

   “See a carousel, ride a carousel” is my motto, which is exactly what Mom and I did.  Had it all to ourselves.  Kim opted for taking pictures instead of joining us. 

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   On our drive through Picture Rocks, a little town just before entering Saguaro National Park, Kim saw a food truck selling Sonoran Hot Dogs. He wanted to stop on our way back to get one for a comparison with Hot Dogs Alvarado.  We each had one and all agreed that, while they were good, Hot Dogs Alvarado was better.  These were made with beef hot dogs which scored points with Kim but the buns weren’t grilled which lost points from all of us. But it was still a tasty lunch.

   We topped off our day out with a stop at Dairy Queen.

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   Kim’s request this morning was that we be back to give him enough time before dark to install a mount for the TV.  The 32” TV didn’t fit on the existing mount apparatus, so it was just standing on its legs.  That wouldn’t work in a moving camper, so he bought a new mounting system. We were home mid-afternoon and he got to work.  The television is now secured tightly to the wall.

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   The StarLink launch has been postponed to ‘no earlier than 7:30 p.m. (Pacific Time) on Saturday, March 30th.  So, we’ll look again tomorrow night.

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   Felicia stopped by tonight to say hello to Mom and then bye to all of us because she won’t be here over the weekend nor on Monday, when we leave. Can’t believe our time here is coming to an end soon.  We’ll be putting in a request for ‘our’ lot again for next year and looking forward to returning.

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    No imaging due to clouds and wind.  

Thursday, March 28…The River (Bruce Springsteen)

    We are early risers now…well, if one considers 7 a.m. to be early, which I do.  Mom is up and heading for the clubhouse around seven for a shower and we’ve been getting up when she leaves. We deflate the air mattress, fold up the bedding and stash it in the bedroom, put the table back in place, etc.  The living area is then ready for the three of us to sit at the table, plan our day, eat breakfast, whatever.  We don’t necessarily leave for our day’s entertainment early, but we get up early to talk about it.

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   Kim and I have been to Sabino Canyon several times; we’ve always walked/hiked the pathways.  Today the three of us took a ride aboard the Sabino Canyon Shuttle.  In an effort to cover all the ‘Mom’ bases, I made sure that we ate a good breakfast and that we’d be riding instead of walking today. I also knew that we’d be out of direct sunlight because the shuttle is covered. What I didn’t do was buy tickets online beforehand.  We arrived at about 11:30 to discover that the next available tour was 2 p.m.  Ugh!!  I bought tickets from the kiosk and then we had two hours to fill.  Walked the Bajada Loop then went to Arizona Pizza Company for lunch.  Then it was back to the shuttle stop to wait. 

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   A saguaro is an amazing sight and sometimes, there’ll be one with a ‘crest’, which makes it even more amazing.  The top of the crested saguaro grows outward in a fanlike formation instead of upward and each cristate, or crest, is different.  I’m always on the lookout for cristates whenever we’re driving through areas where saguaros grow.  Saw one today in the front yard of a house on Ina Rd. on the way to Sabino Canyon.  I like to take pictures of them but sometimes have to be satisfied with just seeing them; such was the case today.  No picture of that cristate because traffic didn’t permit a stop but it was added to my mental list.  

   However, on our walk through the Bajada Loop, we came across the most splendidly crested saguaro ever and so many pictures were taken of that one. Every other cristate I’ve seen, the crest is the top of the cactus; however, this one looked like the crest had crested again and then there were many healthy arms growing out of both crests. Simply a marvel to look at!  From a nearby sign: Though a crest is a matter of great curiosity, to date no one knows exactly the cause of it. Many theories have been proposed including viruses, genetics, lightning, frost, microscopic insects, and abnormal lateral growth tip division.  However, none of these have been confirmed. From the National Park Service:  Cristate saguaros are fairly rare. Scientists once estimated that for every 200,000 normal cacti, there is only one abnormal crest. 

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   The shuttle ride was worth the wait. The road snaked over three miles into the Santa Catalina Mountains, crossing over the Sabino River five times.  A very twisty river!  The guide made sure to tell us that we were not crossing over bridges, but ‘vented low-water crossings’ instead. I could see there was a difference between a typical bridge and what we were driving over but didn’t have a clue as to why a vented low-water crossing was preferable.  Found this on Wikipedia: low-water crossing is a low-elevation roadway traversing over a waterbody that stays dry above the water when the flow is low, but is designed to get submerged under high-flow conditions such as floods. This type of crossing is much cheaper to build than a high bridge that keeps the road surface consistently above the highest water level, and is usually deployed in semi-arid areas where high-volume rainfall is rare and the existing channel is shallow (which requires extra ramping on the banks to build a more elevated bridge and thus costs more), particularly in developing countries. Now I understand why the river was flowing over the road surface at a couple of these low-vented crossings.

   Anyway, we listened to a recorded audio description of what we were seeing and some of the history of the area. There were nine stops; one could get off the shuttle at any of the stops and either catch another shuttle or walk back to the visitor center.  We chose to ride up and back in the shuttle. 

   Probably the best part of the ride down was being followed by a man riding an electric three-wheeled wheelchair with hand brakes.  We were sitting backwards in the last row, so we were able to watch him the entire return trip. He got a lot of smiles from hikers that he passed along the way. And one time he was able to ‘ride to the rescue’ when a backpack fell off the shuttle. The shuttle stopped and the owner of the backpack went hustling back up the hill to retrieve it. The ‘Lone Ranger’ scooped it up, came riding around the curve to meet the woman who lost it and gallantly returned it.  Turns out this man was riding the ‘trike’ back down for his wife who was on the shuttle.  Don’t know how it got up there, but it was fun watching it come back down.

   The shuttle made one more unplanned stop when a Western diamondback rattlesnake crawled up onto the road.  Probably more pictures were taken of that snake than during the rest of the tour. 😮

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    Made a detour on the way back to camp to see the burrowing owl site.  Mom knew that we had helped with the initial burrow building stage of the project and was curious to see what it looked like with the tents up. From her surprised reaction, it did not look like she thought it would.  We continued on past the tents and saw some owls standing outside some older artificial burrows.  Also saw some owls hanging out by the canals on Hardin Rd.

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   There was supposed to be another Falcon 9 launch from Vandenberg Space Force Base tonight.  More Starlink satellites being sent into space. Sky was mostly cloudy, but we went out at the appointed launch time anyway to see what we could see.  Which was basically nothing because the launch had been delayed, although we didn’t know that until we got back to the camper. It will happen ‘no earlier than 7:30 p.m. (Pacific Time) on Friday, March 29.’  Between the three of us, we should be able to remember that.

Wednesday, March 27…The S’more Song (Sonny Salsbury)

    Finished the needle felted hedgehog last night.  Sent a picture to Clayton this morning so he could name it; Pokie the Hedgehog has taken his place with the Critter Crew. 

   My next project was going to be a burrowing owl.  Started it while watching one of the documentaries last night and didn’t use a picture as a reference. I was just going from memory, which was a big mistake.  It looked like a pill with hairy black legs…but it gave us all a good laugh.  However, this morning, I decided to salvage my epic owl failure by giving it a face, hair, arms and at Kim’s suggestion, armpit hair. That last detail made it look like a chicken because the arms now stick out like wings.  Added a beak-ish nose and voila! I have an unidentified critter waiting to hang with the others.  The critter is waiting for a name and I’m in the process of rethinking how to do the burrowing owl.

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   My mom knows that Wednesday is delivery day for Piggy cookies and she wants to take some home.  But before we went to the grocery store, we needed to go down to Nutt Rd. to see what was up with the cell camera. I had watched the four videos of the cows investigating it…two of them were caught licking it. Maybe they thought it was a salt lick?  And they didn’t knock it over as I initially thought…it was simply turned backward. So, maybe the licking loosened it, and the cow sideswiped it as it walked by, turning it around as it did so. Anyway, it has been turned back around so we won’t be getting 70 pictures of the rising sun tomorrow.

   Then it was on to the store where we bought plenty of Piggy cookies to make the trip back to Michigan with us. 

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   If Mom felt it was doable, I wanted to go to the Arizona-Sonoran Desert Museum, which is in the vicinity of Saguaro National Park. It’s not a building museum; the website says that 85% of the museum is outdoors and it’s primarily a walking experience.  It was highly recommended by several friends; when I mentioned that my mom was 88 and not really fond of the heat, I was told there are plenty of places to sit and rest. And indeed, there were.

   It was a sunny day but since it was only in the 70s, we decided to go for it.  It was a lot of walking but nothing too strenuous. Plenty of shade opportunities and as expected, there were plenty of benches for sitting.  There was a small aquarium and a zoo with native animals.  Lizards/iguanas don’t let fences keep them out or in; and while the hummingbird exhibit probably had a wider variety, it certainly didn’t have as many hummers as are flitting around our yard. We decided to skip the Desert Trail due to the time of day and the uphill return trip, but otherwise we followed the map and spent almost 2 hours enjoying the sights. 

   Highlights of the day for me: finding Mexican Spiny-tailed Iguanas hanging out in the bear enclosure (bear was not on display). There were two females and one male, who was flexing his muscles by doing some head bobbing…almost looked like push-ups. Then as one female moved higher up the rocks, the male took off after it in what looked like a mating pursuit.  When nature calls, you gotta answer.

   Saw and learned some new things at the museum. But most importantly, what we learned is that Mom needs to eat a better breakfast and possibly pack a cookie in her purse if we’re going to be out in the heat and gone over lunchtime. 

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   I found an active hawk nest on Park Link Rd., inhabited by a Harris’ hawk currently.  It’s too high to get a peek inside which is probably a good thing as that hawk didn’t look too excited that I was taking her picture. Near mile marker 10.

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  Found a crested saguaro on Sandario Rd. that I don’t ever remember seeing before.  We are rarely that far down on Sandario. Kim was kind enough to turn around so I could get a picture.

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   We have wood to burn up and have been talking about having a fire when my mom came out.  Earlier today, Kim asked the neighbors if they wanted to come over for s’mores.  Made a date for 7 o’clock and right on time they all came over with their chairs and marshmallows. We had the graham crackers and chocolate bars.  Finally learned the mom’s name; it’s Casey. Tomas is a lineman and is in the process of interviewing for a job at Duke Energy in Indiana.  They’ve been doing camper living since November but had only arrived at this campground about a week before us. Tomas works out of a union hall but would prefer to get employment with a utility company for a shot at a more normal life; that’s why he’s interviewing in Indiana.  Casey got her nursing degree right before COVID hit in 2020; mentioned that working in the ICU was brutal during that time because none of the patients survived.

   It was a fun time for us, and it seemed like the same for them.  The kids were bummed to find out that we’re leaving on Monday. I know the kids enjoyed the s’mores…each had two.  

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   The night is clear and Kim uncovered the scope.  He’s aiming for the Tadpole Nebula, a first for him. 

Tuesday, March 26…Think Like a Scientist (GoNoodle)

   On our way home from Coolidge yesterday, we took a slight detour so Mom could see the herd of the Traveling Sheep up close and personal.  She was duly impressed, not only by the sheep but also by the roadrunner who did its best to hide from us.  But it didn’t know that I am persistent and have a good zoom lens.  

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  The day dawned cool and partly sunny, which meant shorts and two shirts for me and sweatpants and a jacket for Mom.  As the morning warmed up, she did change from sweatpants to capris, but wouldn’t give up that jacket.

   Mom had heard of Biosphere 2 on a TV show and wondered how far away it was and if we could go there.  No problem!  And since it’s located in Oracle, there was no doubt where we’d be having lunch…DeMarco’s Pizzeria.

   The tour of Biosphere 2 is self-guided using a smart phone.  Don’t know if it’s possible to do the tour without a phone…no other options were mentioned.  Anyway, install the app, press ‘start the tour’ and play the appropriate video at each numbered stop. Ear buds make for easier listening. That all sounds good and well, but the app took forever to load and then the videos were hit or miss as to whether they played. Finally, hooked up to their wi-fi and it was much smoother. 

   The name “Biosphere 2” comes from the idea that is modeled on the Earth, which is Biosphere 1. It was built on 3 acres in 1986 as a facility to research and develop self-sustaining technology that could be used in space-colonization.  Eight ‘Biospherians’ were selected to spend two years in this self-contained facility, researching and documenting their findings. The biosphere contained 7 biomes:  an ocean with coral reef, a marsh, a rainforest, a savannah, a desert, farming areas and a micro-city.  Biospherians made it through the two years but not without tarnishing the lofty ideals of the experiment. The plants contained within couldn’t convert the amount of CO2 to the proper level of oxygen to maintain the health of the occupants, so oxygen was pumped in; extra food was also brought in.  Those in charge tried to keep this a secret and when the story broke, the public felt that the mission of the experiment failed.  However, even though the integrity of the experiment was questioned, there are some in the scientific community who feel that there were beneficial outcomes of the closed ecological experiment.

   It’s been owned by the University of Arizona since 2011; the biomes are being used for research into understanding the consequences of global climate change. 

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   On the way back to camp, I discovered there had been a documentary made in 2020 about the Biosphere 2 experiment, called Spaceship Earth.  We watched it and by the time it was over, I was a little confused.  Based on words like ‘scientific experimentation’ and ‘research’, I had assumed that the Biosphere 2 project was undertaken by scientists and researchers because research is typically done by those who have knowledge or an expertise in a certain area.  Not the case here.  Biosphere 2 was the brainchild of a hippy theater group, led by a charismatic man named John Allen. No doubt this group had vision and courage by conceiving of and building this facility but there was not a science degree or researcher among any of the Biospherians. But then I guess if we mucked up Earth enough that we’d have to build a space colony, not everyone involved would be a scientist or an expert.  So, there is that.

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   Oracle is not a big town…there appear to be 3 eateries and they’re all closed on Tuesday.  What are the odds on that one?  So, no BLT after all; we hit the Dairy Queen in Picacho for a very late lunch.

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    There’s been a lot of press in the past week or so about the awarding of the Congressional Gold Medal to the members of the ‘Ghost Army’ of World War II.  It’s been more than 80 years since the more than 1,000 members of the 23rd Headquarters Special Troops landed in France; seven of them survive and three were in attendance to receive the medals…the average age of the survivors is 100 years old.

   The story of this unit is fascinating…tricking the Germans with the use of inflatable tanks, illusions, and sound effects. And the most improbable part is that nobody talked about it afterward; it was kept a secret for years after the end of the war. The mission wasn’t declassified until 1996. Tonight, we watched The Ghost Army, a documentary made in 2013 which detailed the exploits of this unit. I think most of the men interviewed for the film are no longer alive. It’s a little over an hour long and I wish it was longer with more interviews.

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    We didn't realize until after dark that cows have found the cell camera and now it’s sending lovely pictures of the sky.  Guess we need to check that out tomorrow. 😎