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Eastern Sierra Tour – Final Stop

Our third and final stop of the 13-day Alpine Coach Association (ACA) Eastern Sierra Tour was at Highlands RV Park in Bishop, California. Saturday morning we gathered together at the group area for breakfast goodies and discussed the day’s activity. We were going to drive up to the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest – about 40 miles away.

Donna and I drove there in Midget-San. We headed south to Big Pine then turned east on CA168. This road climbs from about 4,000 feet above sea level to about 10,000 feet above sea level in a little over 20 miles. Our destination was the Shulman Grove Visitor Center. As we started climbing on CA168, we were following a group of Porsches. These guys were having fun, cruising at the speed limit or below on the straights, allowing gaps to open up between the cars, then gassing it through the tight twisty sections. We were able to keep up with them most of the time in the Midget – of course they could have run away from us at any time, but since they didn’t run at high speed on the straights we stayed with them.

After climbing steep grades, we were around 6,500 above sea level when Donna said she smelled coolant. I also could smell it and saw the coolant temperature gauge suddenly shoot into the hot zone. I quickly pulled off the road and shut the engine down. I opened the hood and found the coolant hose had come off the water pump again – this happened once before in Winchester Bay, Oregon.

I had checked the oil and coolant levels before we left that morning. Looking at the coolant reservoir now, I could see the level in the overflow reservoir hadn’t changed. Here’s the thing – the engine coolant is held in a closed system. When the coolant absorbs heat, it expands. Since it’s a closed system, the expansion of the coolant creates pressure. This is a good thing – up to a point. At 15 pounds per square inch of pressure, the boiling point of water is raised to about 250 degrees.

The cooling system in cars has a radiator cap that relieves pressure – anywhere from 11 pounds to 25 pounds per square inch, depending on the design. This pressure relief valve in the radiator cap directs excess coolant into the overflow reservoir. When the engine cools, the coolant contracts and another valve in the cap opens and coolant is drawn from the reservoir back into the engine.

Our engine was hot. Expanding coolant should have flowed through the pressure relief valve in the radiator cap and into the overflow reservoir. This didn’t happen. When it cooled down a bit, I removed the radiator cap and found it difficult to overcome the spring pressure on the relief valve. My theory is a defective cap didn’t relieve the pressure in the cooling system. Something had to give and it was the hose connection at the water pump.

A few of the ACA members on their way up to the Bristlecone Forest stopped and offered assistance. I reconnected the hose at the water pump and waited for about 25-30 minutes to allow the engine block to cool. Then I started adding water. By then we had told everyone that had stopped to carry on – we’d be fine. It turned out I didn’t have enough water. Luckily, a car with tourists – we think they may have been Germans with rudimentary English – stopped and gave us enough water to fill the radiator and a bottle of drinking water. It was about 90 degrees outside and we were in the direct sun. We made the rest of the climb without any issues – I didn’t push the car hard and kept an eye on the coolant temperature.

At the Shulman Grove Visitor Center, a park ranger gave us a presentation telling us about the bristlecone pines and the methodology for determining their age. We learned that the information scientists have gained from the ancient trees has been instrumental in confirming or debunking many scientific theories regarding ancient history, climate and world events. There are trees here over 4,800 years old – the oldest known and confirmed organism.

The soil in the area is not at all fertile – it mainly consists of dolomite. The thing about bristlecone pines is that the hardiest trees with the longest life span are the ones that grow in the poorest conditions. The ranger pointed out a tree that was growing in a small ravine where it received more water than the trees on the hillsides. It was also more protected from the wind. The tree looked very healthy. He told us it was only a couple hundred years old and its life expectancy was only about 400 years. Another tree was growing on the hillside. It was exposed to the wind and received little water as any rainfall would drain down the hill. About three and half feet of its root system was exposed from erosion. This tree was between 300 and 400 years old. It had two dead branches but he thought that tree would likely live for a few thousand years. There’s something about overcoming adversity!

Relatively young, healthy tree growing in favorable conditions
Older tree in the center with two dead branches sticking up struggling for survival but likely to live a long time

There was a dead tree he pointed out to us. By taking a core sample they determined that the tree had been standing there dead for more than 250 years! In this high, dry climate, there aren’t many organisms to attack the living or dead trees.

Old dead bristlecone pine
Bristlecone pines growing on a dolomite hillside

The drive back down to Big Pine revealed just how steep the climb was. Many sections were 8% gradients or more. We stopped at a scenic overlook and could see all the way across the Owens Valley. We were in the White Mountains on the east side of the valley and the Eastern Sierra Nevada range is on the west side. We could also see the town of Bishop about a dozen miles away as the crow flies.

View across the Owens Valley

Back in town, I stopped at O’Reilly Auto Parts and bought a new radiator cap and a gallon of coolant – I had about half a gallon of coolant stored in the trailer. Sunday morning I drained the water from Midget-San’s cooling system, refilled it with a 50/50 mix of coolant and replaced the radiator cap. The rest of the day I stayed indoors and watched football and the Moto GP race from Misano, Italy. The temperature outside was in the upper 80s. We shared another potluck dinner with the ACA group.

Monday morning we had an early start. Our destination was about 70 miles south to the Museum of Western Film History and Alabama Hills in Lone Pine. Lone Pine has a 100-year history of film making starting with Fatty Arbuckle in 1919. The Alabama Hills on the west side of town have a unique rocky landscape with the eastern slope of the Sierra Nevada range for a backdrop. This landscape has been featured in countless films – mostly, but not limited to, westerns. Elaborate sets were built here to make the film Gunga Din and the mountains in the background were supposed to be the Himalayas. A sci-fi movie called Tremors was filmed here. The opening scenes with Robert Downey Jr. in the first Iron Man movie was filmed here. Many commercials – mostly car ads – are filmed here. The location has the great landscape and it’s only about six hours away from Hollywood.

After taking a self-guided tour of the museum, we got in our cars – well, we didn’t get in Midget-San – we rode with Michael and Teresa Weitz in their Jeep – and went out to the rough roads of Alabama Hills. We had a tour guide that led us to stopping points where various movie scenes were shot. He had a stack of enlarged photographs – stills taken as the movies were being made. He pointed out the rock formations that were used in different scenes and told us how the sets were made. Look at the photos below and see if you recognize any of the landscapes.

Our tour guide with a photo of the “Duke”

On the way out of Alabama Hills on Tuttle Creek Road, we passed a house nestled in the rocky terrain that Hopalong Cassidy lived in for nearly 40 years.

Hopalong Cassidy’s place

We had lunch in a park in Lone Pine, then headed back north on US395. We made a stop about 10 miles out of town at Manzanar – a National Historic Site. Manzanar was an abandoned town that was converted into a “War Relocation Center.” This was essentially a concentration camp for Americans of Japanese descent during World War II.

Donna and I did a self-guided tour of the museum there. I looked at the roll listing the names of Japanese-Americans imprisoned there. I found two with the surname Ohata – my mother’s maiden name. I don’t know of any of her relatives that were in the USA before she came here from Japan in the 1950s – so they probably weren’t my ancestors.

We took the driving tour of the grounds. This gave us a sense of the scope the camp which contained over 11,000 Japanese-Americans in a number of barracks arranged in “blocks.” It was an emotional place for me and I had conflicted thoughts about what happened and comparing it to the terrorist threats we face today.

On the drive back to Bishop, the wind really picked up velocity. There’s a wildfire burning in the west valley and the wind wasn’t going to help contain it. We saw a warning saying that the power company had cut electricity in Mono County to prevent any wind damaged power lines from starting more fires. Mono County is just north of Bishop which is in Inyo County.

Midget-San made the 140-mile round trip without missing a beat and the cooling system worked perfectly. I’m confident that my diagnosis of a faulty pressure relief in the radiator cap was correct.

Back at Highlands RV Park, I was sitting outside and reading in the shade while Donna took a walk to shop at an antique store. The wind was gusting well over 30mph. I saw an awning ripped from a coach down the lane from us by the wind. I thought of the canopies Tom Polk had at the ACA group site and ran over there. I was just in time as the large canopies were being lifted and tossed about by the wind. Two other ACA members, Bud and Norm, came over and we managed to dismantle the canopies before they were damaged. I also retracted a neighbor’s awning that was left out while they were away.

The scheduled activity for Tuesday was a tour of the Laws Museum outside of Bishop. Donna and I toured this museum when we here in May and I wrote about it in this post. We skipped the 10:30am tour and rode our bicycles to the museum grounds about five and half miles away arriving at 11:30am. The organizers picked up sandwiches from Schat’s Bakery and brought them out for a picnic lunch on the grounds. We also had a short train ride on a Brill car built in the 1920s.

Diesel powered Brill car
Our bikes parked in front of Southern Pacific locomotive number 9

We had a catered dinner back at Highlands RV Park. We had the same local caterer for three dinners on the tour – one in Mammoth Lakes and two here – she did a superb job on the meals!

This morning marks the end of the ACA Eastern Sierra Tour. Most of the ACA members have pulled out of the park as I type this. We’ve extended our stay another night and we need to come up with a plan. We’ll have eight nights to fill before we’re scheduled to arrive back at Mission Bay RV Resort in San Diego.

With the warm temperatures, we’ll have to choose any boondocking locations carefully.

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Eastern Sierra Tour – First Stop

It’s been a whirlwind since my last post, five days ago. That’s the thing about organized group tours – you’re no longer setting your own agenda and scheduling at your own pace. I ended my last post by saying we were going to Virginia City for a train ride – that wasn’t accurate. What we did was drive a few miles out of Carson City east on US50 to Eastgate Depot. That’s where we boarded the Virginia and Truckee (V&T) train for a ride up the railway to Virginia City.

Before we boarded, a couple in period costumes put on a two-person show giving the history of the area and the V&T line. It was quite good and somewhat hilarious although the truth of the matter is they exposed how corrupt the banks and politicians of the era were. There may be a lot of truth to it today as well.

The 1914 Pullman rail car we rode in was pulled by a steam powered 1916 Baldwin locomotive. Originally the V&T used wood-fired steam engines. They converted them to coal and quickly realized it was a mistake. The coal-burning locomotives required much more maintenance and the coal had to be shipped to the rail yards. They then converted them to burn fuel oil. The locomotive that pulled us along was fired with recycled motor oil.

1916 Baldwin steam locomotive
1914 Pullman Rail car

They bill the trip as a 24-mile round-trip, making it 12 miles each way, but our tour guide told us it was longer than that. The train moves slowly as it climbs a 2.4% grade most of the way. We went through the 566-foot long tunnel #2 and another shorter tunnel. The tour guide narrated throughout the hour and 15-minute ride – when he wasn’t interrupted by the train whistle. There are whistle requirements for trains as they cross any thoroughfare, whether it’s open to the public or private.

Send-off from Eastgate Depot

We saw several wild horses on the ride up to Virginia City and many more on the way back down. The train took us to the Virginia City Depot on F Street. This is a few blocks down from C Street which is the main street through town. It’s a relatively steep uphill walk from the depot. Virginia City is built on the side of a mountain. We had a three and half hour layover to tour the town and grab lunch. I visited Virginia City back in 2016 and posted photos in this post.

Donna and I strolled along the wooden boardwalk through town on both sides of the main drag.

Howdy partner – on the boardwalk

We poked around in a few shops and bought some locally made beef jerky. Then we looked at lunch menus and finally settled on Joe’s Cafe – which was recommended by our tour guide. The food there was excellent and we enjoyed lunch along with fellow Alpine Coach Association (ACA) members, Ed and Pat Meadows. We had lunch on the rear deck with a 100-mile view!

You see all types of folks in Virginia City. We even came across a modern day prospector doing it the old-fashioned way. He had a burro loaded with his equipment and supplies. He was dozing on a hitching rail when we first saw him, then later he loaded up and headed out.

See the prospector dozing on the hitching rail
Time to load up and head out

The elevation of Virginia City is 6,150 feet above sea level, so we made a considerable climb to get here. The town was the result of the discovery of the Comstock Lode – the first major silver deposit discovered in America. At its heyday, the population may have been as high as 20,000 people. Today, there are about 1,000 residents with about 4,000 people total in Storey County.

In 1875, the main business district was destroyed by fire – what they called The Great Fire. As the fire spread toward the residential districts down the mountain, a decision was made to blow up the St. Mary’s in the Mountains Catholic Church to create a fire break. The church agreed to the plan as long as the town promised to rebuild the church. Their plan worked and saved the housing. There was much wealth in Virginia City at the time and they kept their promise to rebuild the church.

St. Mary’s in the Mountains church and 100-mile view

The Virginia City train depot doesn’t have a turntable. So, to get back down to Carson City, the locomotive was disconnected from the two Pullman cars, switched to another rail then reconnected on the downhill side of the cars. This meant the locomotive ran in reverse all the way back to Carson City. I should also mention that just before we reached Virginia City, there is a sharp curve in the railroad and the grade steepens for a short distance to 3.9%. This is the steepest railroad grade I’ve ever heard of. Modern rail lines don’t exceed 3%.

The train engineers were careful to keep the speed down as we slowly descended – a runaway train wouldn’t be good. We saw several small herds of a dozen or more wild horses on the way down.

Wild horses
More horses
Looking across a canyon to the railroad grade and tunnel #2 entrance

The good thing about going on a pre-planned group tour is the fact that I wouldn’t have been inclined to spend $55/person to ride in an old train up to Virginia City. But now I’m glad we did the tour.

Saturday morning started with breakfast at the group area before we departed for two scheduled tours. Donna and I drove in Midget-San a few miles to the Nevada State Capitol Building. There we divided into two groups for a guided tour.

State Capitol Building with silver dome

The guided tour was interesting as our guide was very knowledgeable and filled us in on many details of the state’s history.

Chandelier with pink alabaster stone globes
Teddy Roosevelt once sat in this chair made from elk antlers

The tour lasted about an hour and a half, then we walked a few blocks down the road to the Nevada State Museum. This museum is located in the old Carson City Mint Building. The building has additions to it and included a simulated mine in the basement. Again, the guided tour was filled with historical facts and worth the time. It was another hour and a half. We ended the tour with a demonstration of the Carson City Mint coin press number one.

Coin press number one

This is the last remaining working coin press of this type in the world. Carson City Mint struck coins from 1870 to 1893. Coins with the CC stamp are highly sought after by collectors. One of the tour guides operating the press showed us a 100-ounce bar of silver – 99.99% pure.

100 – ounce bar of silver on the left

Sunday morning we headed out for yet another tour. This time, Donna and I drove Midget-San about 30 miles east on US50 then south to Fort Churchill State Park. Fort Churchill was operated for only about nine years – 1860 to 1869. The soldiers stationed there were tasked with keeping the peace and protecting the settlers coming across the wagon trails. It also served as a Pony Express stop and supply depot for the army.

Today the fort is in ruins. It was abandoned in 1869 and pieces of value, such as doors, windows and hardware were sold off. Roofing material was stolen and the buildings vandalized. Today the grounds are preserved in a state of arrested decay. Only partial adobe walls remain of the buildings. It was interesting to tour the grounds and visualize what life must have been like there 150 years ago.

Officer quarters ruins
Buildings south of the parade grounds

They have two of three cannons sent to the fort in the 1860s. The heavy cannons were considered useless by the commanding officer – they were too heavy and unwieldy for the terrain surrounding the fort. He gave them away to local militia. Now they are on display at the state park and are still in working order. We were given a firing demonstration – with a powder charge only, no projectile.

Artillery circa 1860
Fire in the hole!

We regrouped for lunch at a nearby roadside picnic area. Most of the group went on to tour Buckland Station – another area of historical interest. Donna and I were toured out and headed back to Carson City.

I kicked back and watched the Formula One race from Monza that I had recorded. It was a great race! I watched a little football, then we departed for a group dinner at Red’s Old 395 Grill. We had a choice of smoked pork spare ribs or beef brisket with cole slaw, beans, cornbread and fried onions. Donna went for the ribs and I had brisket. We were about done in though and I missed all of the opening weekend of NFL action.

I should mention one more thing that happened at Gold Dust West Casino RV Park. On Sunday afternoon, Scott Hicks came by our site and told me there was a sign on our trailer saying it wasn’t authorized to be there and was subject to tow! What?! I went and pulled the sign and took it to the registration desk at the casino. I explained to them that I was in the RV park and I put the trailer right where they told me to put it. I also mentioned the green tag they gave me that was on the trailer identifying me as a RV park guest. Eventually, a manager told me it was a mistake by someone in security and not to worry, it was fine.

On Monday morning, we prepared to pull out and head south to Mammoth Lakes. When I went to hook up the trailer, there was another sign on it saying it was unauthorized and subject to tow! I’m not too impressed the with the security people at Gold Dust West.

This post is much too long, I’ll have to catch up on Mammoth Lakes in another post.

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Owens Valley

I closed my last post saying we’ll move on toward Bishop. Friday morning we headed out of our boondocking site near Inyokern and drove north on US395. This is a good road – divided highway with two lanes in each direction at times. Other places are undivided and parts are two-lane highway. The traffic is generally light and the surface reasonably smooth.

This route took us up the Owens Valley. This area is mostly arid nowadays, but it wasn’t always that way. The Owens Valley is bordered on the west by the eastern slopes of the Sierra Nevada range. On the east, the White Mountains – also called the Inyo Mountains – form the boundary. The once fertile valley is fed by water runoff from the mountains.

In the early 1900s, unscrupulous politicians and bureaucrats working with the Los Angeles Department of Water and Power began surreptitiously buying property to acquire water rights. William Mulholland had a plan to build an aqueduct to divert water from the Owens Valley to the Los Angeles basin and allow future growth. They took water from the Owens River and sent it through the aqueduct beginning in 1913. Owens Lake at the time was 19 miles long and eight miles wide. By 1926, Owens lake was a dry lake bed. It fed one third of LA’s water supply and the lake was desiccated.

The 1974 film Chinatown starring Jack Nicholson and Faye Dunaway is a fictional account of the water wars in the Owens Valley. Today, some water has refilled portions of Owens Lake, but it’s still mostly dry and in 2013 was declared the biggest source of dust pollution in the USA.

After a couple of hours, we made a stop in Big Pine. We found ample room to park our rig next to a small city park in town. There was an information center at the corner of US395 and CA168. This center was about the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest. We also looked at the campground next to the information center, but decided to move on.

Ample parking in Big Pine
Horses in a pasture on the edge of Big Pine with snowy Sierra Nevada peaks in the background

I topped up our fuel tank with $200 worth of diesel fuel in Big Pine. In California, $200 buys about 50 gallons – California has some of the highest fuel prices in the country.

We came to Bishop and found parking at the Vons/Kmart center. It was posted “No Overnight Parking” but after buying groceries in Vons, we asked about it. We were told we wouldn’t have any problems. So we set up for the night. Bishop is at an elevation of just under 4,200 feet above sea level. There are peaks all around reaching elevations of 10,000 feet.

Later that afternoon, we walked about half a mile to the ranger station and I bought an Interagency Senior Lifetime Pass for $80. This will get us into national parks for free and give us half price discounts on forest service and BLM campgrounds.

We thought about taking the Spyder up to the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest but we heard at the ranger station that we were likely to encounter snow at 9,000 feet. And, in any event, it would be a cold ride. The ancient pines – the oldest living trees in the world – are above 9,800 feet.

We changed our plans and went to the Laws Railroad Museum. Laws is a small community about four miles from Bishop on Route 6. The highway, US6, crosses the country from Bishop, California to Provincetown, Massachusetts. We love to travel on these old highways.

The Laws Railroad Museum is really a re-creation of a ghost town. Many old buildings from the area were relocated on the 11-acre property. A couple of the buildings were made from lumber re-purposed from old barns and warehouses. We took the self-guided walking tour and found it to be scenic and interesting.

There’s a great deal of mining history in this area. Everything from talc to gold was mined here – including the biggest tungsten ore mine in the world.

Donna checking out a mine entrance
Various ore samples from mines in the area
20-mule team wagons

These 20-mule team wagons were the heavy haulers of the day bringing borax from Death Valley mines to the railroad spur 165 miles away.

Horse drawn hearse
Old engine number 9
Laws railroad station

By the time we finished strolling through the museum, it was nearly 1pm and we were hungry for lunch. A place called Schat’s Bakkery was highly recommended and we went there. I can tell you, the recommendation was well-warranted. They have outstanding sandwiches made with bread they bake on site, delicious cookies and pastries of all kinds. If you are ever in Bishop, this is a must stop.

You must stop here

Sunday was Cinco de Mayo and our 13th wedding anniversary. We celebrated by going to dinner at Astorga’s Mexican Restaurant. The margaritas and food were good and they had an excellent eight-piece mariachi band.

In the afternoon, before we went to dinner, I should mention the visit I had from the Bishop Police Department. A police officer stopped by while I was outside reading a book in the shade. He wanted to let us know that overnight parking wasn’t allowed in the city. I told him I saw the signs, but got permission from the customer service in Vons. I told him we would leave if necessary. He was a nice guy and said it was a gray area really as the parking lot is private property. He also said his shift was over at 6pm, so he wouldn’t know if we were here overnight. I took that as tacit approval and we stayed.

Today we’ll continue northward on US395 and see what we find at Mammoth Lakes or June Lake or maybe Lee Vining. The daily highs here in Bishop have been in the 80s with very low humidity. As we go north, we’ll gain elevation and can expect cooler temperatures. Rain showers near the mountains are always a possibility.

Belize Part III – Onlieenabelize

The trade winds really kicked up over the weekend. Saturday morning it churned the water inside the reef – there were whitecaps where we had calm sea before! We went down to the resort restaurant for breakfast. We both ordered the Belizean breakfast – scrambled eggs with tomato bits and bacon, black bean puree and fry jacks. Fry jacks are fried bread dough that comes out very light with a hollow interior. It’s tasty – I tore it in half and stuffed the hollow core with bean puree and eggs.

Belizean breakfast

After breakfast, Donna and I took an early morning walk up the beach past several homes and boat docks. The beach is considered public land, so homeowners cannot bar access although a few of them piled seaweed and vegetation along their property lines to discourage visitors.

Donna at the Costa Blu pool
Another view of the pool

We came back onto the Costa Blu property and walked past the pool. We encountered a few iguanas and lizards sunning themselves. One large iguana lived under the building next door to us and we saw him every day in the garden by the stairs.

Iguana next door to us
This long-legged lizard was fast
Another lizard

Fishing and snorkeling weren’t happening in the windy conditions – Tuff-E-Nuff cancelled all boating activities. We reserved a trip for Monday – a combination snorkeling and fishing excursion and hoped the wind would die down by then. While talking to Hatcher at Tuff-E-Nuff, he recommended a cafe in town called Brianna’s. He said it was a small place and not much to look at, but the food was great and the prices low – not many tourists go there but a lot of the locals do.

We took the golf cart and headed into town. When I rented the cart, the guy at the agency showed me the anti-theft device and told me it was very important to always use it. I made it a habit and saw everyone else with a golf cart did the same. The anti-theft device was crude but effective.

Everyone uses the same anti-theft set-up

We found Brianna’s and ordered lunch – Donna and I ordered the chicken soup special. The soup had potatoes, cabbage, rice, corn, a little pasta and a lot of chicken meat. It was delicious and very filling. Lunch for two with a soft drink was $14US.

I should mention hitchhikers in Ambergris Caye. We gave rides in town to a couple of guys – they weren’t hitchhiking with their thumbs out – they just called out “how about a ride” as we slowly drove by. When we were at Secret Beach, a young mother with a boy about 7 years old and an infant needed a ride. The boy asked us for a lift to town – otherwise they would have to make a five-mile walk. We drove them back to town.

On the way back from lunch at Brianna’s, we made a couple of stops. The first stop was a place on the side of the road called The Truck Stop. It was a cluster of buildings with a bar, ice cream parlor, pizza place and other food vendors. At The Truck Stop, I learned that craft beer had arrived in Belize. A brewery in Placencia on the mainland, south of Belize City was brewing it.

Craft beer in Belize!

Donna tried the golden ale while I had an IPA. It was okay, but nothing too special. The beer you can count on in Belize is Belekin. Belekin beer is sold everywhere – from grocery stores to road side stands and every bar in the country. When we were in Turkey, there was beer there that was ubiquitous called Efes. In Jamaica, it’s Red Stripe and here it’s Belikin.

Belekin beer
Onlieenabelize

The Belikin slogan says “onlieenabelize.” This is a good example of the Belizean Creole language – words run together and are spoken quickly with the emphasis on certain syllables making it hard for a non-native to follow.

Belikin also makes a dark beer they call stout – but stylistically, it’s more of a bock beer. It’s lager, not stout ale and it’s 6.5% ABV. The slogan for the stout is “go deh strong.” Hatcher told me that Belizean Creole doesn’t use suffixes like “ing” or “er” as in walking or stronger. The prefix deh replaces it. So walking become deh-walk. Also, when they say “you,” it’s always singular. If you want to address a group you don’t say “all of you” – it’s unu. No wonder I can’t understand them.

We made another stop at Rojo’s Beach Bar and Grill. The road into Rojo’s was a little tight.

This is why golf carts are the best way to travel

Donna tried a ginger caipirinha there and said it was great. We’ll have to try making it some time – a caipirinha is a Cuban cocktail made with rum, muddled limes and sugar.

Donna conversing with a scarlet macaw at Rojo”s

Back at Costa Blu, I claimed my regular perch at the poolside bar. There was one corner of the bar that was sheltered from the wind and I always sat there so I could puff a cigar with a nightcap. The staff at Costa Blu are all super-friendly and quickly caught on to my habits. It was like they saved that seat for me and always broke out a clean ash tray when I arrived.

The wind continued unabated throughout the night and into Sunday. We headed back to Secret Beach on Sunday – it’s on the leeward side of the island and wasn’t nearly as windy.

Monday morning we had some light rain for an hour or so, but I was happy to see the wind had calmed. We were on the dock at 8:30am and Rafael took us and another couple in the boat to the main Tuff-E-Nuff dive shop at the Wyndham. From there we got on a catamaran with a crew of three plus 10 other people and went to Mexico Rocks. Mexico Rocks is another marine reserve almost directly in front of Costa Blu – we were nearly back to where we started.

A fishing guide took four people at a time on a boat through a channel past the reef to fish. A guy in the first group caught a huge barracuda – they said it was 30 pounds. While the first group fished, the rest of us snorkeled. At Hol Chan, we snorkeled in a relatively tight group with six people per guide. This was to prevent people from getting lost or joining up with the wrong group. At Mexico Rocks, we were pretty much by ourselves so once the guide was reasonably certain no one was likely to drown, we were able to snorkel on our own.

Donna and I went with another couple on the second fishing run. We went outside the reef where the ocean bottom suddenly drops off to a depth of 70 feet or more. There was an old shipwreck on the reef – just the skeletal remains of a ship – the keel and a few ribs and a partial mast. I don’t know the story behind it – the guide thought it had been there for at least 15 years. Maybe a victim of Hurricane Mitch?

After a short while, I had a fish on! It gave a tough fight but I landed it. It was an ocean triggerfish. These are good fish to eat. Triggerfish feed mostly on crustaceans. They have powerful jaws and teeth that can crack crabs and mollusks.

Ocean triggerfish

Our boat captain – captain Bob – prepared food in the small galley of the catamaran. They fileted the barracuda and Bob took the fishing boat with another crew member to the beach to grill the fish. They came back and served it in a seasoned broth with sliced potatoes and flour tortillas. It was excellent! They also provided unlimited beer and rum punch.

The sun rises early in Belize. This time of year near the spring equinox and and again in the fall are when they have the longest daylight hours at this latitude. As usual, we were up early on Tuesday and Donna snapped a photo after sunrise.

Sunrise at Costa Blu

We had breakfast at the restaurant, then packed our bags. It was time to head back home. I checked us out and we managed to stay within budget – I was wondering how we did on room charges but never really kept track.

We stopped by the cart rental place and a girl from the agency rode with us to the water taxi so she could take the golf cart back.

Water taxi

The taxi was on schedule and took us back to Belize City with a stop at Caye Caulker. One of the deckhands on the water taxi called ahead and arranged for a taxi cab to take us to the airport.

Our flight home took us from Belize City to Dallas/Fort Worth where we caught a flight back to San Diego. The flights were uneventful but we were exhausted by the time we took an Uber ride back to Mission Bay RV Resort. Vacation over and back to the RV lifestyle in sunny San Diego!

Belize City airport

Belize Part II – Not-So-Secret Beach

In part one, I neglected to mention one detail of our golf cart ride up the road to the Costa Blu resort. After three miles or so heading north, the road becomes a very hard packed dirt/gravel surface. We were cruising along when Donna suddenly yelled, “Snake!” I hit the brakes and discovered the golf cart brakes are on the rear axle only – we skidded to a stop about a foot short of a large, dark snake in the road. It was six or seven feet long and thick bodied. I got a good look at it before it slithered off the road into the scrub. We didn’t think much else about it and I didn’t identify it as we stayed off the Internet while we were on vacation.

I asked a few locals about it and they all seemed surprised to hear we had seen a snake in the road. One bartender insisted it had to be a boa constrictor, but I knew it wasn’t. The color and markings weren’t boa. Last night, I did some research. There’s no doubt in my or Donna’s mind – we both had a good look at the snake – it was a fer-de-lance. A fer-de-lance is a viper found in Central America and is responsible for more than half of the deaths attributed to venomous snake bites. Yikes! That was the only snake we saw on the trip.

We sat at the poolside bar on the first night and met a few people. One of the locals we met was named Justin. He was prospecting for couples to sign up for a tour of the Wyndam condos and to sit through a no-obligation fractional ownership presentation. He offered a free breakfast at Coco Beach Resort and a selection of gifts. Donna and I talked it over and thought “Why not?” We didn’t have a plan for the morning and the tour might be a good way to learn more about the area and local economic situation. For a couple of hours of our time, we would get a nice breakfast and also a free snorkeling trip worth $110. We signed up.

Poolside bar at Costa Blu

So on Thursday morning, we drove the golf cart down to the Wyndam. We had arranged to meet Justin across the street by the lagoon. I parked by the lagoon between two shacks – we later found out these were occupied residences. The area by the lagoon seemed a bit trashy – many areas of Ambergris Caye have litter problems. About forty feet away from us, we saw three large crocodiles. These were American crocodiles that live in the salt water lagoon. We saw a total of seven crocodiles on land and in the water. Most of them were 10 to 12 feet long. These crocodiles commonly grow to 17 feet and specimens as large have 21 feet have been reported.

Crocodiles sunning themselves
Going for a swim
It looks like a log floating in the water

Justin showed up in a golf cart with another couple he’d signed up for the tour. We went to Coco Beach and were introduced to Fernando. Fernando had breakfast with us – it was a nice full breakfast – then he took us on a tour of the Wyndam Venezia del Caribe Resort and Spa. Donna and I knew we weren’t signing up for anything, but the tour was educational. Fernando was from Mexico and he spent several years in Cancun selling time-shares. He had a lot of facts and figures about tourism in Belize and things to do.

The Venezia del Caribe is under construction. The scaffolding on the outside of the five-story structure was a little scary. It was made from locally sourced wood and I don’t think it would meet OSHA approval.

Scary scaffolds

Fernando was a nice guy and we made it clear we weren’t about to sign on the dotted line for anything. He thanked us for our time and excused himself. Then they sent in the closer. This guy started spewing figures that made my head spin and wanted us to understand we were about to miss the opportunity of a lifetime. I shut him down – I didn’t appreciate his hard-sell approach at all. We walked away with a voucher for a snorkeling trip to Hol Chan Marine Reserve set for Friday.

After the tour, we drove into San Pedro – we were halfway there already. I was looking for the Havana Cigar shop – I wanted to check the prices on Cuban cigars there. We stopped and asked a guy standing by the road where it was – he started to give us directions, then he just hopped on the back of the cart and said he would show us the way. He directed me to two shops then we dropped him off near where we found him and parked the cart. He worked at a beach bar/cafe called Gill-E’s Pour House. Later we stopped there for lunch and it was good with a great view of the sea.

Typical San Pedro dock and view
More docks in San Pedro
This dive dock features (R to L) flags from Belize, USA, Mexico, Germany and Canada

The eastern shoreline of Ambergris Caye is just that – shoreline. Although there are sandy beach areas, mostly it’s not the type of beach where you can walk out into the water. The shore is built up with sea walls to stop flooding and erosion. The trade winds blow from the east-northeast and can push the sea water over the beaches – thus the sea walls found here.

In the afternoon, I went to the Tuff-E-Nuff dive shop on the dock at Costa Blu. We made our arrangements to go snorkeling and met the guy that runs the place, Hatcher. Hatcher was born and raised here, but he spent 13 years in the U.S. He returned to Belize a little over a year ago. His American English was accent-free and he had a wealth of knowledge about Belize and Ambergris Caye. He told us about a place we should try for lunch on the west side called Aurora’s.

Friday morning we were picked up at the Costa Blu dock for a boat ride down to the main Tuff-E-Nuff shop near the Wyndham. Rafael piloted the boat and dropped us off.

Rafael taxied us to the dive shop
Shoreline from the boat

At the dive shop, we were joined by three other couples and a family of four making a total of 12 of us taking the Hol Chan – Shark/Ray Alley snorkeling tour. We had two guides – Sherri and the boat captain called Candy Man.

Our guide/boat captain Candy Man in the red trunks
Our boat for the snorkeling trip

We cruised out near the reef to a National Preserve area called Hol Chan. Hol Chan is a Mayan phrase referring to the natural channel through the reef there. This area is protected and nothing can be removed from the ocean here – that includes fish. We checked in with the park ranger at a floating cabana and were issued wrist bands. There’s a $10 fee for park access that was included in each person’s ticket.

Park ranger’s cabana

You cannot anchor in the preserve – it would damage the corals there. Instead, there were a number of buoy balls secured to underwater concrete blocks that we tied up to. Several tour boats were in the area, but all of the guides were cooperative and stayed out of each other’s way.

I started snorkeling when I was five years old. My family lived in Guam then and snorkeling the coral reefs was what we did on most weekends. So I really feel like I’m in my element with a mask and fins in the ocean. Donna is a strong swimmer and we’ve snorkeled together many times in Hawaii, so there were no issues.

The marine life was incredible at Hol Chan. We found a large moray eel – the largest I’ve ever seen. I also found two large Atlantic barracuda. Schools of colorful reef fish were everywhere. We saw a large spotted eagle ray – it appeared to be flying majestically under water.

Donna approaching the boat

Later we moved to Shark/Ray Alley. After we got in the water, the guides started feeding the nurse sharks and sting rays. They went crazy thrashing about the boat. The nurse shark skin is very rough – I touched one under water and it felt like 40 grit sand paper.

Friday afternoon we headed over to the west side of the island to Secret Beach. Secret Beach is a white sand area with a gently sloping sandy bottom making a nice, shallow area to enjoy the water. Hatcher told us about it and recommended eating at Aurora’s. Aurora is the one that brought tourism to Secret Beach five years ago. She set up a food truck – a trailer actually and started serving lunch and drinks. Before then, Secret Beach was a place only the locals went to and it involved hiking several miles of trail to get there. Today there’s a road and several bars and cafes there. At Pirates Bar, they call it Not-So-Secret beach.

We had barbecued fish with seasoned veggies and coconut rice at Aurora’s and it was excellent. They feature several picnic type tables with palm leaf covers or umbrellas on the sandy beach and a few that are in two feet of water off the beach!

Aurora’s tables in the sand and water

After lunch at Aurora’s, we walked a few hundred feet away to Pirates for a cold one.

View from Pirates bar – there are bars on both docks also along with massage tables.

Not-So-Secret Beach

At Pirates, they served pina coladas in whole pineapples. They cut the top off the pineapple, hollow it out then re-fasten the top with toothpicks. Because we happened to be sitting at the bar watching as those drinks were made, Donna was the beneficiary of some excess pina colada which she said was the best she’d ever had.

Pina colada pineapples

We were back at Costa Blu by 5pm. We had the conch specials for dinner at the poolside bar – I had conch fritters and Donna had the conch soup. It was tasty.

Conch fritters

Conch is a sea mollusk – basically it’s a sea snail with a large spiral shell. The meat is a Caribbean delicacy and lucky for us, it was in season. We headed back to our suite around 8pm and were worn out by the day’s activities and time in the sun. We soon learned that most of the guests at Costa Blu were done-in by 9pm. No wonder they close the bar early.

To be continued…

Belize Part One – Getting There

It’s Thursday morning and Donna and I are still recovering from our trip to Belize. We arrived back in San Diego close to midnight Tuesday. I’ll tell the story of our trip from the start – it may take three or four posts to get through it.

In hindsight, I wish I would’ve spent the money to get a more direct route to Belize. Instead, I went for a cheap fare which had us flying a red-eye to Miami where we had a long layover before we flew into Belize City. Belize is located on the eastern coast of Central America and is bordered by Mexico to the northwest, Guatemala to the west and south and the Caribbean Sea to the east.

My generation probably remembers Belize as British Honduras. It was colonized and claimed by the British in the mid-1800s and didn’t gain independence until 1981.

The mainland is about 180 miles long and 68 miles wide. The population of the country is less than 400,000. The official language is English, but the native language spoken by most of the local population is Belizean Creole – an interesting dialect. Other languages include Spanish, Mayan dialects and Garifuni – a language spoken by people of African origin that came from the lesser Antilles. The economy is fairly stable and the Belize dollar trades at 2 to 1 for the American dollar. It’s a good idea to inquire if the price stated is US$ or Belize. One US dollar is two Belize.

The coast of Belize is protected by a barrier reef 178 miles long – it’s the second largest barrier reef in the world – Australia’s Great Barrier reef is the largest. The reef runs north/south and is closest to the shore to the north – about 1,000 yards out at the nearest point and up to 25 miles off the coast to the south. Where we stayed, the reef was anywhere from 3/4 mile to four miles offshore. The reef is made up of coral and the water inside the reef was only four to 20 feet deep in our area. The water depth over the reef itself is mere inches. There are several natural channels along the reef allowing vessels to reach the open sea. The swells from the ocean break over the reef and the water inside the reef is calm with no surf. Along the reef are several small islands – the larger populated islands are called cayes (keys).

Our destination was the largest island – Ambergris Caye. Disembarking from the plane at Belize City – the largest city in the country with nearly 100,000 residents – was a culture shock. The airport was definitely old school – stair cases were wheeled out to the flight line and we walked along tarmac to the terminal. After clearing customs and passport control, we stopped at the duty-free store. Belize is the only country I’ve visited that sells duty-free to international arrivals – usually it’s only available to those departing on international flights. I picked up a bottle of El Dorado – a premium dark rum made in Guyana.

We found a taxi outside and drove across town to the port. The ride was bit hair-raising. We drove in an old Ford Crown Victoria with blown out shock absorbers and a driver that didn’t mind making daring overtaking maneuvers on narrow streets. As in most third-world countries, there was no sense of zoning in the city – industrial buildings sat next to shacks and modern houses or offices were sprinkled here and there. At the harbor, I purchased round-trip boat taxi tickets to San Pedro – the main town in Ambergris Caye with a population of about 10,000.

The boat taxi carried around 60 passengers or so and cruised smartly along. We made a stop at Caye Caulker after about 60 minutes where several passengers disembarked and a few came aboard. The next stop at San Pedro was another 30 minutes away. The water taxis run a tight schedule and everything was on time.

View from the front of the water taxi at Caye Caulker
Caye Caulker shoreline

The sea water inside the reef is very clear. In areas where the bottom is sandy, the water has a turquoise appearance. Rocky bottoms or areas with sea weed are darker.

If I thought Belize City was a culture shock, San Pedro was mind blowing. I had reserved a gasoline-powered four-seat golf cart for the duration of our stay. The guy from the rental agency texted me a phone number and said I should have the attendant at the boat taxi office call them and they would deliver the cart. This didn’t happen. The attendant said, “No phone calls, sorry.”

A taxi cab driver said he would take us to the rental agency for five dollars US. It seemed like the simplest answer, so we were off. The streets of San Pedro are narrow and bumpy. They are filled with golf carts, cars, trucks, bicycles and pedestrians. We got to the rental agency and it was empty! The taxi driver called the office and found out they had moved and were a few blocks away at a grocery store they owned. San Pedro has three main drags – I don’t know the official road names – the locals call the north/south road on the east side Front Street. It’s one-way to the north. The next main north/south thoroughfare is Middle Street and it’s one-way south. The last north/south route is Back Street and is two-way. I was completely confused by the time we picked up the cart.

Middle Street in San Pedro

Luckily I had studied a map for the route to our resort – Costa Blu was about 6.5 miles north of town. To get out of town you have to cross a canal – there’s a toll of $2.50BZ each way. We were told that no so long ago the only way across was a rope-drawn ferry. After about half an hour of driving on a narrow road mostly paved with concrete and frequent speed bumps, we found the resort.

Check-in was efficient and the staff was very friendly. The grounds were immaculate and the buildings well-maintained. Our room was an upstairs suite with a living room and kitchenette and a separate bedroom and bathroom with a large shower.

Viewed from the beach, our suite was in building 1 on the left . We had the upstairs room on the right side of the building

There are 10 buildings on the site in addition to the main reception/restaurant building and most of them are divided into four suites. There are a total of 38 suites here at Costa Blu. We had a private balcony overlooking the grounds and the sea.

Donna on the balcony
View from the balcony

Our bedroom had an extra-large, comfortable king-size bed.

Costa Blu bedroom

I was whipped from the travel, time zone changes and lack of regular meals over the previous 20 hours or so. I was in paradise, but I was grumpy.

Iguanas and lizards are regulars onsite

Donna went down to the bar and brought me a burger. After eating and resting for bit, I was feeling much better. We went down to the bar for our introduction to island life. I was surprised to learn the bar usually closed at 9pm. Later, this made sense to me. To be continued!

Ford Tri-motor Tour

Another fine week has gone by here in Mesa, Arizona. We started the week with some cool mornings – overnight lows dropped to around 40 degrees, but the days have been dry and the skies are clear with comfortable temperatures.

If you’ve been following my posts, you probably know that I got started with cigars nearly a year ago. As usual, when I get into a new hobby, I jump right into the deep end. With cigars, I wanted to learn as much as I could and experience the different styles, flavor profiles and everything else that goes into making a fine hand-rolled cigar.

First of all, I only puff cigars handmade of all natural ingredients – that is, aged tobacco and and a small amount of vegetable gum as an adhesive. Since I’m always on the lookout for bargains, I buy most of my cigars online and look for discounts. This usually means buying cigars in bundles or by the box, not individual sticks.

Early on, I thought I knew what I liked, but over time, my palate and criteria for what constitutes a good cigar developed. I realized I made a mistake in buying bundles of 10 to 25 cigars at a time to reduce costs – some of the cigars I bought weren’t what I wanted and I ended up with several cigars in my humidors that I probably wasn’t going to light up.

Well, Donna always says if you don’t love it or use it, lose it. So, last week I learned about a 501c registered charity called Cigars for Warriors. This charity collects cigar donations and distributes them to troops deployed overseas. Their first priority is military personnel in combat zones, then other overseas assignments. I found a shop nearby, Cigar Warehouse, that participates in the program.

I went through my inventory of cigars and came up with 34 stogies I wasn’t likely to light up in the near future. I bagged them and took them to Cigar Warehouse. The proprietor was so happy about the donation he gave me a premium cigar – an Ashton VSG Pegasus! I wasn’t expecting that, but gladly accepted it.

Nowadays, I’m a little more careful in the cigars I buy and I have a pretty good idea of what to expect before I light up.

Perdomo is my brand of choice

On Thursday afternoon, I was enjoying happy hour with friends and a cold one at Lucky Lou’s while puffing a cigar on the patio with Mike Hall. I heard the unmistakable roar overhead of an airplane with multiple radial engines. As it flew past, I recognized it as a Ford Tri-motor.

Ford Tri-motors were built from 1925 to 1933 and, as the name implies, were powered by three nine-cylinder radial engines. They made 199 of these planes. I searched online and found 18 still in existence, eight of which were labeled as airworthy. Another five examples were listed as under restoration, so I don’t know the exact number of airworthy craft that are out there today. The plane flew over three times in the next hour and a half.

Ford Tri-motor NC9645

I saw the plane again flying over Viewpoint Golf and RV Resort on Friday. We have a lot of air traffic here with Falcon Field nearby to the northwest and Mesa-Gateway south of us. Most of the air traffic is general aviation small aircraft. We often see old warbirds flying out of Falcon Field.

As the Tr-motor flew by overhead at low altitude, I noticed the registration number on the underside of the left wing (NC9645). I saw flight plans for this plane flying out of Tucson last week. A little more digging around and I found it is flying out of Falcon Field here in Mesa until the 27th. This plane was built in 1928 and the original owner was Transcontinental Airlines. It passed through several hands and was owned for a time by William Harrah of Harrah’s Hotels and Casinos in Nevada.

The current owner is listed as Ed Patrick/Liberty Aviation Museum in Ohio. I found out it’s currently leased by the Experimental Aviation Association (EAA) and it’s part of the EAA Ford Tri-motor Tour.

Originally, these planes were built with corrugated metal skins. As you can see from the file photo above, this plane was re-skinned with smooth sheet metal during an overhaul in 1951. They’re offering flight tours from Falcon Field for $77 through Sunday.

We’re still following our routine of hitting the pickleball courts in the mornings. Donna has tennis twice a week in the afternoon. Of course, we’re eating well. Monday night, Donna made cumin-spiced grilled lamb chops with sides of garlic cauliflower mash and corn with diced peppers. The cauliflower mash looks just like mashed potatoes and almost passes for it but for some cauliflower flavor.

Cumin-spiced lamb chops with cauliflower mash and corn

Tuesday, she served the leftover garlic cauliflower mash with baked mustard chicken thighs and Southern bacon-fried cabbage.

Baked mustard chicken and Southern bacon-fried cabbage

Thursday night, Donna joined our friend Sara Graff for an interesting dinner and a movie. They went to Alamo Draft House where the dining and drinking experience take place in a combination movie theater, bar and restaurant. You dine and drink at a small table right at your theater seat! They went to a special showing of Beautiful Boy that was followed by a community panel discussion about addiction, particularly addiction to crystal meth.

The weather outlook for the week ahead looks good. Daily highs in the 70s with overnight lows in the lower 40s. We don’t mind the cool nighttime temperatures – that’s what blankets are for. We don’t like to sleep with heaters running, so the coach cools overnight to 55-60 degrees and we run the heat pumps for a while after we rise.

Balboa Park

It was a beautiful, sunny day Saturday so we decided to head out to Balboa Park. Of course we can say it was a beautiful, sunny day most of the time here in San Diego, but for some reason we felt compelled to get out to the park. The temperature reached the upper 70s with blue skies. We rode the Spyder which made parking relatively easy. Parking a car on a weekend at Balboa Park can be an exercise in patience.

Balboa Park is about 1,600 acres of land in a roughly rectangular shape. The land was set aside for the park in 1835, making it one of the oldest public recreational parks in the country. The park is bordered by Sixth Avenue to the west, Upas Street to the north, 28th Street to the east, and Russ Boulevard to the south.

There are 16 museums in the park along with 17 gardens and botanical buildings. Much of the park is open space with green belts, natural vegetation, walking paths and areas set aside for archery and frisbee golf. It also includes the world famous San Diego Zoo.

El Prado with museums in the background

Natural History Museum

Botanical Building

Spanish Village Art Center

California Bell Tower and Museum of Man

Rose Garden and Natural History Museum in background

Donna was interested in a display and video presentation at the San Diego Automotive Museum. This display detailed the Plank Road. The Plank Road was built in 1912 and operated until 1927. It was literally wooden planks on the Imperial Sand Dunes. The planks were the only way an automobile could cross the sand dunes between El Centro, California and Yuma, Arizona. The Plank Road allowed travel from San Diego to Tucson or Phoenix by motorcar. Eventually a paved road replaced it. We learned that a portion of the Plank Road still exists west of Gray’s Well. We intend to stop there and check it out on our trip from San Diego to Arizona at the end of the year.

I shot a few photos of cars I found interesting in the museum. The first two are German compact cars from the 1950s. Post-World War II Germany had a need for cheap transportation. These three-wheel cars provided it. The first one is a 1957 BMW Isetta Sport. To enter the car, the front panel opened up – this was the only door.

1957 BMW Isetta – note bumpers added in front identifying this as an USA import model

The second one is a 1955 Messerschmitt KR200. Messerschmitt was an aircraft company and it shows in the design of the cockpit with the driver in front and passenger rear with a clear canopy. This car isn’t much bigger than our Can-Am Spyder – and we have more than ten times the horsepower.

1955 Messerschmitt KR200

Beautiful 1938 Delahaye Type 135 Roadster. Immaculate coach work.

1974 Lamborghini Countach. The car behind it is a Bizzarrini – one of three built.

1960 Sprint Car with a fuel injected Chevy small block

Hot Rod built around a 1942 Ranger V-12 aircraft engine

It was great way to spend the afternoon – the museum was interesting and walking around Balboa Park is always a treat.

Sunday was November 11th, Veterans Day. On this day we pay tribute to those that have served our country in the military. It’s also Armistice Day marking the end of World War I. Today military personnel and veterans are treated respectfully for the most part. It wasn’t always this way though.

My step-father, Ken Keller, served in the United States Marine Corps (USMC) and fought at the battle of Chosin in Korea. It was a horrible battle as US troops were outnumbered and overrun by Chinese forces. Veterans of the Korean War are largely forgotten.

In 1974 at the age of 17, I enlisted in the USMC and went to boot camp at Marine Corps Recruit Depot (MCRD) San Diego. That’s right, boot camp right here in my home town next to the airport. Boot camp was hell at times but I mostly enjoyed the 13 weeks at MCRD and Camp Pendleton. I excelled at most tasks and graduated on December 31st, 1974.

Me, 1974

From there I had orders to report to the Naval Air Station in Millington, Tennessee near Memphis. That was where I attended “A” school and learned to be a jet mechanic. Again, I excelled at the program and graduated in the top 5%. I was given some choices in my next duty station. I decided I wanted to be back in southern California and chose Marine Corps Air Station El Toro in Orange county – about 50 miles north of San Diego where I was a plane captain (military occupational specialty 6012 – ADJ). This move was the first of a series of poor choices.

Being that close to home, I spent most weekends or any other free time back in the neighborhood hanging out with friends, going to the beach or parties. But things weren’t the same. People looked at my high and tight Marine haircut and assumed I wasn’t from here. They also assumed I must have come back from service in Vietnam. Both assumptions were wrong, but that didn’t stop people from disrespecting me. I was called a baby killer at a party in La Jolla. Another time I was waiting for a bus to the beach on Balboa Avenue when a guy came up with a couple of girls and spit at me and told me to go back where I came from. What? I’m from here, I thought, but I didn’t say anything.

It didn’t take long for me to become disillusioned with the military way of life – instead of directing my anger and shame at the people disrespecting me, I turned against military authority. Within two years, it was clear I had no future in the military. I wish I would have done things differently, but that was another time and public sentiment was largely anti-military back then.

I’m glad things are no longer like that although we still have much division in this country. I have nothing but respect for our military forces and the people that serve in them.

If you’ve followed my posts you may remember me mentioning the high-end liquor they have at Costco here. The Costco store on Morena Boulevard is gearing up for the holidays and that means more high-end booze. This bottle of 41-year-old Glenmorangie Single Malt Scotch doesn’t quite match the $18,999 bottle I saw there last year, but at $6,999 for a liter, it’s not cheap!

41- year-old Scotch Whisky

The week ahead looks like we’re in for more of the same weather-wise. Highs in the mid-70s with a few clouds and no rain in the forecast.

 

Paddles and Trains

Donna and I were getting ready to head out for a bike ride Monday morning when I remembered she said pickleball was scheduled at the recreation center next to the fairgrounds. We changed our plan and decided to go play there. We’d last played at the end of July in Springfield, Illinois.

While we were at the Elks Lodge in Colorado Springs, I mentioned the Monaco Windsor motorhome behind us that was part of the shuffle as we had to reposition the big rigs in the lot. The Monaco moved to a site with water and electricity. The license plate on the Monaco read “PIKLBLL.” After the move, I met the owner, Ken Porter. We talked for a while and I found out he was a certified pickleball referee and also a rep for Paddletek, a supplier of pickleball paddles. He and his wife also carry a line of pickleball clothing and make pickleball themed jewelry.

Ken was having trouble with one of the slides on his Monaco. He suspected the circuit board controlling the slide was bad. To get to it, he needed to remove the chassis batteries. He told me he hurt his back and asked if I could help. The two chassis batteries weighed about 50 pounds each. I pulled the batteries so he could check out the circuit board. It was indeed faulty – a solid state relay on the board was bad. He said he had this problem once before and the boards were no longer available, but he thought he could repair it. I told him to let me know if he needed any help and I would re-install the chassis batteries.

The next day, he told me the board got damaged when he tried to de-solder the solid state mini-relay. A couple of traces on the board burned. Ken is a pretty sharp guy and he showed me a circuit he had drawn up to replace the circuit board. The purpose of the circuit was to reverse the current to the slide motor so it would extend the slide when the DC motor ran in one direction, then he could reverse the current with a switch to retract the slide. His circuit hard-wired two conventional Bosch 12-volt relays to accomplish this. I looked his drawing over and it looked good.

The next day, he had the parts and he wired it. It worked like a champ. While we were at it, we talked about pickleball. I found out he had several paddles that were demo models he used at pickleball events. Most of them were very lightly used. He also mentioned that he custom wraps the grips on the  handles to fit the size of your hand. He said that a grip that was too large or too small in diameter can cause elbow pain right where the top your forearm joins the humerus. I’d been having this issue.

He checked the grip on my paddles – they were too small for my extra-large hands. I asked him if we could check out some of his Paddletek paddles. He set up a small single-wide net so Donna and I could try some paddles. I ended up buying new paddles for Donna and me. I liked the Paddletek Tempest Wave and Donna liked the Paddletek Bantam TS-5. I checked online and the Wave was going for $130 and the Bantam was $100. He gave me a package deal – both for $100. Can’t beat that deal. He re-wrapped my grip to fit my hand – Donna’s was just right for her.

New Paddletek pickleball paddles

We were anxious to try out the new paddles and this was our first opportunity. At the rec center, they had three indoor courts. We hadn’t played at all in several weeks and hadn’t played indoors since we left San Diego. The group we played with were intermediate level. Donna and I started off a little rusty. Plus, we found the new paddles to be more powerful than what we were used to. I think the thin air here at 6,500 feet above sea level also caused the ball to fly longer than we expected. We soon settled down and played several close matches and had a lot of fun. My elbow didn’t bother me at all.

I should mention Sunday’s dinner. Donna made a favorite with a new twist. She served beef ragu over spaghetti squash presented in the squash shell. It was a nice presentation and an excellent meal with fresh corn on the cob we picked up at the farmers’ market in Montrose Saturday morning.

Beef ragu over spaghetti squash

After a couple of hours of pickleball, my left foot was sore. I have pain near the ball of my foot toward the center, so no more pickleball for a while. Last night, Donna made pan seared salmon with ginger scallion topping, garlic cauliflower mash and fresh green beans.

Pan seared salmon with ginger scallion topping

This morning I got my Specialized Crave mountain bike and Donna’s knock around hybrid out of the trailer. We rode the Animas River Trail – a paved multi-use trail – to historic downtown Durango. We visited the train depot and museum. The museum is free and well worth the time.

Click to enlarge and read if you’re so inclined

The museum had much memorabilia – not all of it train related. They had restored old automobiles along with several rail cars and a Curtiss Model D airplane hanging from the ceiling.

Curtiss Model D Headless Pusher circa 1911

This is where the engineer controlled the steam locomotive – looks complicated

Donna on a luxury private car

Durango train depot

Train rides usually leave the depot to go up the narrow-gauge rail along the Animas River to Silverton. However, a mudslide a few months ago damaged the rail line, so if you want to ride the train you can get on a bus at the Durango Station. The bus takes you up to Rockwood Station where you can board and make the round-trip to Silverton, then catch the bus back to the station. We opted to pass on shortened route – it costs $89/person for a coach class ride.

The Animas River Trail is a nice bike ride. It was about three miles each way to downtown and back. It follows the river and rail line.

Path crossing the Animas River

Railroad bridge on the river

The temperature is in the low 80s this afternoon – about the same as it’s been all weekend. We’ve come to expect a passing thundershower in the afternoons. I’ll load the bikes and straighten out the trailer as we plan to move on tomorrow.

Cañon City and Royal Gorge

I mentioned Donna’s Bright Line Eating Plan in an earlier post. It involves weighing food portions and also getting the required proportions of protein, grain, veggies and fat. That doesn’t mean we don’t eat well though – sometimes Donna tweaks things for my serving and it’s all good. Monday night Donna made a meal called pizza chicken. For this recipe, she fileted a chicken breast then pounded it flat – this takes the place of a pizza crust. She topped it with marinara sauce, pepperoni and shredded mozzarella cheese. She served my plate over spaghetti noodles while she used spaghetti squash for her serving.

Pizza chicken

Tuesday morning we said our goodbyes to Dave and Stilla and hit the dump station before leaving the Colorado Springs Elks Lodge. We were out of there before 11am and made a stop at the Walmart on the south side of town. Later, Dave sent me a photo Stilla took of us in the lodge Saturday night.

Donna, Corliss, Marvin, me and Dave (Stilla Hobden photo)

Our route took us down CO115 to US50. We lost elevation as we made our way to Cañon (say “canyon”) City. Cañon City sits at 5,343 feet above sea level. Our destination was about 7 miles northwest of town where we’re at an elevation of 6,300 feet above sea level. It’s a steady grade after you head out of town.

We stopped at Royal View Campground – they have the highest Good Sam rating you can get – 10/10/10. We weren’t impressed. The entry was narrow and the sites weren’t level. We left and backtracked a few miles to Mountain View RV Resort and we’re glad we did. This is a very nice park with level sites – we’re in a long pull through. The campground is covered with pea gravel and the sites have concrete pads with picnic tables and fire rings. It’s super clean and quiet and the views are great.

Donna manned the Weber Q  and grilled pork tenderloin she seasoned with cumin, allspice, and cinnamon and she served it with roasted Brussel sprouts and acorn squash. We didn’t go anywhere as the clouds were threatening and it was windy – thundershowers came through into the night.

Pork tenderloin

This morning we headed out on the Spyder and rode to the Royal Gorge Park just a few miles away. The Royal Gorge is a narrow canyon – about 300 feet across at the top – with a maximum depth of 1,250 feet. At the park, there’s a suspension bridge crossing the gorge and also a gondola and zip lines. We passed on the $27/person fee to get to the bridge and gondola and hiked the rim area instead.

The Royal Gorge was cut by the Arkansas River which  originates here in Colorado and flows southeast through Kansas, Oklahoma and – you guessed it – Arkansas where it drains into the Mississippi River. The end of the gorge is outside of Cañon City – about two miles west from the center of town. It’s about six miles long in a northwesterly direction and ends near US50.

Royal Gorge suspension bridge on the right, red gondola crossing in the center

Arkansas River in the Royal Gorge from the Rim Trail overlook area

Donna at the Rim Trail overlook area

An old locomotive – engine 499 built in 1902 – is displayed outside the Royal Gorge visitor center. The train never ran up at the top of the gorge – the narrow gauge track runs along the bottom alongside the Arkansas River. They have a two-hour tourist train ride through the gorge from Cañon CIty.

We left the Royal Gorge and rode the Spyder back down US50 toward Cañon City and cut off at Skyline Drive. This is a one-way route built in the 1930s with the use of prison labor from the Colorado Penitentiary. It heads southeast up a hogback ridge of sandstone and ends in Cañon City. It’s a little under three miles long and has several pullouts on the narrow one-way road. The road doesn’t have guardrails and the ridge drops steeply from either side.

Narrow road, no guardrails

Pullout on Skyline Drive

The road ahead from the seat of the Spyder

View of Cañon City from Skyline Drive – historic downtown in upper center

We stopped on Main Street in old downtown Cañon City and walked around.

Historic downtown Cańon City

Before we came back home, we stopped at Walmart for a couple of things we forgot to buy in Colorado Springs.

The high temperature today was about 72 degrees with a few afternoon showers and brief periods of sunshine. Tomorrow we plan to head west. The forecast looks favorable although sudden thunderstorms can happen at any time in the high mountains. We will certainly be in the high mountains as our route west will take us over Monarch Summit with an elevation over 11,000 feet above sea level.