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In Search of Extra Milers / After the Senior Games/Olympics

The Beauty in America’s Backyard
By Carol Baker Dawson

Dear United States of America,
I took a journey this summer - a nine-week outing through your backyard – looking for extra milers and taking great pleasure in the diversity of your land, your history, and your people.
Despite the fact this is my home, I had no idea the depth of your natural resources, the beauty and rareness of your landscape, or the adventure that would lie before me…until this summer.
I stood in front of your Grand Canyon and felt a power swirl around my body like a great wind gradually settling into my bones. I climbed New Mexico’s Sandia Mountain and gasped for breath as I reached 11,000 ft. above sea level and cautiously crawled to the edge to witness the spectacular display of colors from the deep canyon below.
I climbed through your Craters of the Moon caves and spent an entire day marveling that black rock made from volcanic ash could be so radiant. I felt one with nature as Yellowstone’s great wild elk and bison stood majestically before me. I heard the protective cries of your prairie dogs in your South Dakota parks. I stood between water falls in Oregon and danced with puppies on the beach. My mind halted the chatter and worry of everyday life as I sat among your colossal Redwood trees. I cried for no reason.
The Pacific Ocean provided a flowing lullaby as I drifted to sleep. I dreamed in vibrant colors; tracing and retracing the exotic and striking outline of your land. Your magnificent island off the coast of Lake Michigan revealed life can still exist in harmony with nature; without powerful engines ruling the streets.
I caressed earth’s foundation as if it were some exotic and unfamiliar fabric. I read about the history of your land and learned to respect the lives led by your remarkable native people.
Every single day you provided something incredible to remind me of the friends and family I love. I was inspired to sing with abandon, love intently, breathe deeply, communicate clearly, release anger quickly, and to give praise for the power and depth of my faith.
Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote, “"What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us." Your landscape has been developed by history – not merely the history of your climate and your civilization, but also of your culture, your people, and your spiritual beliefs. As America is viewed by different lens, it becomes what we each desire.
I was intrigued by the diversity and uniqueness of the people who have chosen to live in your backyard. I met many Extra Milers – people who earnestly care for the land and one another. You are not lacking in individuals who live as a nation under God, indivisible, and with liberty and justice for all. Attention is simply not focused on them, as these Extra Milers are typically your best kept secret.

America, this trip deep into your backyard revealed the brilliance and foresight of leaders who predicted the need to protect your natural resources for future generations. Unsettled that it took so long to taste your fruit and walk your paths; I am now mindful of the possibilities of this unchartered land. I will not wait so long to visit you again.

Nite~

Archived Posts

In Search of Extra Milers / After the Senior Games/Olympics

BE SURE TO READ THE EARLIER POSTS, so you don't miss some great places to visit. They are archived at the bottom of this blog. Thanks again for visiting and following us on this amazing journey through America's backyard.

We received a final email from the Senior Games/Olympic organizing committee and this quote was included. It takes a bit of the sting out of not bringing home a medal.

Baron De Coubertin, founder of the Modern Olympic Games once said, "The most important thing in the Olympic Games is not to win but to take part, just as the most important thing in life is not the triumph but the struggle. The essential thing is not to have conquered but to have fought well."
Peace ~ Carol and Ken

PONDERING OUR TRIP

In Search of Extra Milers / After the Senior Games/Olympics

"Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.
Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees.
The winds will blow their own freshness into you...
While cares will drop off like autumn leaves."
- John Muir (Naturalist)

We decided to do something special for our last couple of days on the road. We asked Jeff to meet us at a beautiful Indiana Lake, Lake Patoka. It is less than an hour from our home and we talked him into bringing our dogs, Callie and Angel. He was happy to make the trip...and spent a day and night with us on the lake. It was the perfect way to end our journey - with our family.

In closing...

For the past few days, thoughts and feelings have been tumbling through my head...how can I sum up the trip of a lifetime...our visit through America's fascinating backyard. If I knew tomorrow I would only have a few months to live or to walk, to see or to remember, I would use much of that precious time with Ken...headed back on Route 66 to have another piece of Ugly Crust Pie...visit even more friends...eat more desserts (if that is possible?!?), see the places we missed (Joshua Tree, Zion, and so many more), and revisit those sites where Ken and I felt the spiritual and peaceful contentment we discovered when connecting with the land, trees, mountains, rocks, animals, water, and people. My spirit would fly with the birds and the earth would make me whole. I would hike until my legs could walk no more.

There is something very spiritual about standing on the edge of a canyon and looking out across the vast beauty of God's creation that makes you want to be a better person. Ken and I reacted in tandem as we ohhhhed and ahhhhhed our way through each state, national monument, park and attraction.

I had planned to write a book on this trip, complete several home and work projects, respond to hundreds of piled up personal emails, and much more. However, these things didn't happen. We were too busy with mother nature...too busy with our plans, our hikes, and our laughter. We returned from the land every day, exhausted; sleeping deep and peacefully.

Friends and family would be surprised at how many times we thought and spoke of them during our trip. Everything we did and everything we saw reminded us of someone special in our lives. Since Ken lost his mother just a few weeks before the trip, Mom C. was prominent on our minds and in our hearts. We thought of Mom C. (and his sister, Linda) every single day, as Mom C. synchronized her life with so much of nature. It was natural to think of her as the mighty eagle flew overhead or the beautiful and powerful Redwoods provided an umbrella of tranquility. My mom fractured her spine while we were away...her health has been a constant thought (she is getting better, thank God). My niece, Shelly, inspired me to jump and enjoy the youthful feeling of being outdoors. Another niece, Sidney, became engaged (congratulations!). Anna Sowder kept Ken's business going while he was gone, so they have become close cell phone buddies (she has done an excellent job). We had Jeff, friends, and neighbors caring for our home and pets while we were away and this was a great comfort. Life, with all of its joys and sorrows, continues...

We met many Extra Milers...they are everywhere - people who allow you to cut in line because you only have one purchase - clerks who genuinely ask you how you are doing -people who stop during life's fast paced journey to help when you are troubled - individuals who proudly volunteer their time in order for all of us to fully enjoy our parks and monuments - tour guides who pick up trash left behind so our children can live in a cleaner environment and enjoy the unblemished beauty of our land.

Don't wait to enjoy America and your own backyard...we never know when life will slow us down. I was thrilled to see much of our amazing parks/monuments accessible to individuals with disabilities. The national park service has made great strides to make the beauty of our national treasures accessible for everyone to enjoy.

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
- Mark Twain

Nite ~ Carol and Ken
P.S. Cindy and Jim Kanning, true Extra Milers, brought us a wonderful "Kanning home-made" dinner and breakfast, as we arrived home today. I cannot express what this kind and thoughtful act meant to us. It gave us a much needed respite from the 6hours we spent unloading the RV. Thank you!

Perry Kraus, owner of several McDonald's Restaurants in Louisville (Britiff Enterprises), generously provided us with several coupon packages for free food and drink at McDonalds across the U.S. Thanks so much, Perry!

Judy Lawler, you really must hogtie Mike into the back of the truck and drive him out west - he would absolutely love the history and the marvels our country has to offer. Don't wait.

Sandy Hardee...thanks for encouraging me to make plans sooner than later to make this trip.

To the friends who met us along the way...thanks for your love, your company, and your time.

Thanks for following our blog. We tracked the numbers and one Saturday we had 492 hits to the site. We hope our experience will encourage each of you to step out of your own backyard and into our miraculous, mystical, beautiful, spectacular, entertaining, and enchanting country...and enjoy the many Extra Milers you are guaranteed to meet along the way. God Bless.

Right here in Indiana!

What a wonderful afternoon...lots of ooooohhhhhs and ahhhhhhhs....and yep, we were in Indiana! We left the Visitor's Center in Chesterton, Indiana and headed to check into the Indiana Dune State Park to settle in the RV for the day. We were assigned a beautiful spot, shaded and backed up to a sandy tree covered dune. We then drove the CRV to Beverly Shores...a very large, beach with clean light colored sand. The first thing we noticed as we pulled in was the turquoise colored water against the clear dark blue sky. The second thing was the beautiful old building (see photo) facing the beach. This was the beach colonnade (I believe this is the correct term). It housed a store, grill, snack shop, and large changing/bath rooms (and still does, but not to the extent it once did). The building is beautiful and I became fascinated to think of the history that had to go match this structure. Turns out, in the late 1920s and 1930s, this area once had a hotel (next to the colonnade, casino, and many other buildings. It was quite the bustling area. Seems some influential people moved on to other projects and things began to change and slow down on the Beverly Shores. Now it is a rather peaceful state park,(probably because the season is nearly over). It is maintained very nicely...but I could imagine how this was once a thriving and active community of sun-beach lovers.

Since the children are already in school...the beach was nearly deserted. The waves gently rocked back and forth into the shore and the sea-gulls hopped about the sand and water, searching for food (yep, you read that right...I typed "sea" gulls - these little guys must not realize this isn't the SEA). It was so very soothing. We sat for a while in the lifeguard's massive chair ... and I remembered the movie "Lifeguard" with Sam Elliott (wow - nothing soothing about that memory!). We walked to the water, sat there for awhile and contemplated our nearly completed journey. We both have mixed emotions about the end of our trip. I will try to express mine to you later.

We then drove to Mt. Baldy. We were told it was a 3/4 mile to the top. As we started the hike through the sand - uphill, I wasn't sure this would be a fun. However, we were quickly at the top and realized it was a short 1/4 mile trip. It was breath-taking to stand on top of the sand dunes and look out over Lake Michigan.

We had a late lunch at a small bar and grill called Bartlett's (Beverly Shores). We both ordered the pulled pork sandwich and were amazed at the beautiful presentation of the food. The food was equally as special - the pork was flavorful and the portions were very large (apparently something we expect in Indiana). Ken and I recommend this restaurant to anyone visiting the area - even those with the most refined taste buds.

Why haven't I been here to the Dunes before? This is just 5 hours from my home! This is definitely one of our hidden American treasures...or at least a hidden Southern Indiana treasure. Apparently, many do know about it...as it is Indiana's second favorite state park (second only to Brown County). We will definitely be back to visit the Indiana Dunes again in the future.

Tomorrow, Jeff will meet us at Patoka Lake (less than an hour from where we live in Jeffersonville). I have been there before, but it has been many years and I wasn't an Indiana resident at the time. I hope it is as beautiful as I remember. Jeff is bringing the dogs with him. We are looking forward to seeing our family after being away for 2 months! We will be home Friday afternoon.
Nite~ Carol and Ken
P.S. Jan Barrett sent me a note of reminder that Charlestown State Park is a wonderful RV friendly and beautiful place to camp, hike, and enjoy nature. I have hiked through Charlestown State Park and it is truly beautiful. If you want to explore the beauty of nature, Indiana has some great spots. Get off the couch and start walking (no matter your pace).
P.S.S. Let me add another special place in Indiana...French Lick - lots of fascinating history and WEST BADEN...which was considered the 8th wonder of the world at one time...or so I was told (and I believe it). The building is something amazing to see. If you have not been to French Lick, make this one of your weekend trips in Indiana and if you have been before...make plans to visit again - it has changed drastically in the past couple of years.

Moving into Indiana - Home Sweet Home

We have been driving a couple of hours, headed to the Indiana Dunes State Park. When Jeff was a little boy we read his Indiana history book together and I was surprised to see information about the northern most portion of our state. The book included beautiful photographs of the "dunes" and beach area. I recall being disappointed when I realized the dunes were more than 5 hours away from Jeffersonville. Now, it is time for us to explore those dunes and northern Indiana. We just arrived at the Visitor's Center - a beautiful new building...and we will stay overnight at the state park. Catch you later ~ Carol and Ken

Unbelievable...Mackinac Island, Michigan

I found America's best kept secret (at least to us)...Mackinac Island in Michigan. Years ago I saw the movie, "Somewhere in Time," and thought the grounds and hotel were absolutely gorgeous and I wondered where the movie was filmed. I recall thinking it was filmed in Canada. I was nearly right. At the tip (north) of Michigan is an island...the place they filmed "Somewhere in Time." However, I was absolutely correct about how gorgeous the island and the Grand Hotel would be - we felt as if we had indeed stepped back in time. There are no automobiles allowed on the island - so everyone gets around by bicycles, walking, horses, or horse drawn carriages. We took our bikes across with us on the ferry and spent one night at the hotel. It is expensive, but we found an internet special because this is considered late in their season. The price is still expensive, but it was worth it. The room included an elegant five course dinner and breakfast the next morning. I was a bit surprised that the hotel staff - especially in the dining facilities - were not very friendly. However, the friendly guests made up for the business-like hotel employees.

Originally, we were to take the ferry across to the island on Saturday. The weather was dreadful - raining, unseasonably cold, and windy. Knowing how lucky we have been with our weather during the past two months, it was actually expected. Still, I prayed that at least the sun would peek out during our stay on the island. The Grand Hotel allowed us to delay our arrival by one day, arriving on Sunday. All day Saturday continued with the rain and winds...pounding and drizzling until Sunday morning - when we woke up to a beautiful sky-blue day. This was more than we could have ever asked (or prayed) for...the ride over to the island was smooth and relaxing. The first thing you notice about the island is the beauty...the second thing is the result from the hundreds of horses that work on the island...the scent "road apples." I have to say that this was the only negative related to the island (the street cleaners work hard to keep the roads tidy, especially since the rest of us are on bikes and walking).

We took the island carriage tour - visited the Butterfly House - and rode our bikes around the shopping and hotel area. We then had a wonderfully prepared formal dinner (dress code applies), and then watched the Esther Williams movie filmed at The Grand Hotel in the 1930s "This Time for Keeps." The movie was very sweet and entertaining, but the seats were very uncomfortable. Ken shifted throughout the movie. Today, we had breakfast, walked around the grounds, checked out of the hotel (I hated to ride away...yep, on our bikes), and then bicycled around the island (8 miles). The riding was primarly on flat, lush green land and beautiful victorian style homes to one side and the deep blue lake to the other side - with sun and a gentle breeze making it seem as though we were in a controlled movie set ourselves. As hokey as it sounds, it was a perfect day...until we had to leave. We will be back one day.

It is late as I write - and my brain function is working off empty. More tomorrow on my thoughts as we close our last week on this incredible journey. We will spend our last few days in our very own backyard - Indiana.

Nite~ Carol and Ken

Driving in Minnesota, headed toward Mackinac Island

E-GADS...I think every organ in my body is jumbled up...after more than 6 hours on Minnesota highways and side roads. Avoid this state on any trips for the next two years...they have a long way to go. We had multiple, long, hard detours...and when we were actually on their state and interstate roads...they were absolutely horrible. We will be glad to park this thing tonight and stop getting all shook up'. We are not seeing hidden treasures today...and I doubt we will tomorrow, as we head toward Mackinac Island, Michigan. We should arrive Saturday and plan to stay overnight on the island at the Grand Hotel (where they filmed "Somewhere in Time"). The scenery in that movie is absolutely beautiful and I am anxious to experience it myself. We plan to take our bikes with us on the ferry, since there are no automobiles allowed on the island. Can't wait to share our experience with you.
Nite~ Carol and Ken

The Corn Palace

We attended the Corn Festival next to the Corn Palace. It is a week long event...amusement rides, booths, and lots of food. The Corn Palace is a community center, high school gym, concert hall, etc. for the city. They were having a concert in relation to the Corn Festival (Blake Shelton was singing inside when we walked up). We don't know much about him, but recognized a couple of his country songs (we are not big into country music). The front of the Palace is made from a variety of corn husks and corn by-products...or something like that. The work and creative ability of the artists who work on this display is obvious (hopefully this will show in the photos - it was already dark when we arrived). I wouldn't recommend making this stop unless you need a break from the road, and even then, don't plan more than 30 minutes or so for the stop. The Palace is just about 5 minutes from I-90...so it is a quick diversion. Pam, we need to talk. :-)
I don't think there is much along the highway tomorrow...but we never know what this journey may bring to us. If we find something cool, you will read about it. Nite~ Carol and Ken

On the road / Wall Drug Store / Corn Palace

Yes, you read that right, today we will stop by a drug store (for entertainment...the store, not the drugs) and a "palace" made of corn (upon the suggestion of friends, Pam and Steve Costelle...who better not be messin' with us). :-)

Seems every time we have a long drive, I end up dealing with financial issues (paying bills, dealing with credit cards, etc.), lots of work and emails. I found out two days ago that there were fraudulent charges to my credit card and I had to expire it and obtain a new one...while walking through a national park trying to keep cell phone reception - "Can you hear me NOW?!?"). These are not my fun days; however, we are breaking up the day with a couple of more off-beat stops. First, we stopped in Rapid City to pick up a couple of pieces of Indian Pottery. I am surprised at how terribly high the prices are on the Indian pottery...even at the small roadside "junk" stores. The tourists still go for it, so I guess this is why everything is so high. We went to Sioux Pottery outlet and I found the prices higher than at Wall Drug Store in Wall, SD. Actually, we found the prices at Wall Drug to be very competitive and often times less expensive than anywhere else we have visited. The success of Wall Drug store is a classic American success story - see: http://www.walldrug.com/ We had lunch (not bad...not great) and did a little shopping, then hit the road again. (I recommend the stop at Wall Drug for anyone with kids in the car - be prepared for them to get wet and run a little in the "backyard.")
We plan to stop tonight at Mitchell, SD, and visit the Corn Palace - this seems to be our lucky day. The manager at the RV park advised that we are here during the Corn Festival. Ken is pretty excited about this, so I need to go to calm him down as he drives. :-) More later.
Nite~ Carol and Ken

Deadwood / Hill City Buffalo Burgers / Crazy Horse and Mt. Rushmore

Hi ~ We spent the morning in Deadwood, SD...an old western town where Wild Bill Hickcock was killed while playing poker in one of the local saloons. This was a fun little town, with entertaining history. We took a one hour tour with Alkali Ike Tours - up to Boot Hill and around town. The owner and tour guide was humorous and informative. We walked around town for a few minutes and then headed to Hill City for a famous buffalo burger at Bumpin Buffalo. The burger was delicious - much more lean than a typical hamburger (why do we call them "ham" burgers, anyway?). The waitress, Tarrah, was friendly and attentive. We cleaned our plates and would recommend this stop for anyone looking for great South Dakota cuisine. The address of this establishment is 245 Main Street, Hill City, SD. Check it out when you visit Mt. Rushmore and Crazy Horse.

We then headed to the Crazy Horse memorial. OMG...just amazing. We heard and read mixed reviews of this place - but we noticed those who actually made the trip were the folks who were bragging that it was well worth the trip. The entrance fee is $10 per person and that gives you a closer look at the mountain sculpture in the making, the artist's studio, a Native American museum, and a Native American craft area where local Native Americans had various booths. The artist's log home is also available for viewing. His story of dedication to this project is fascinating. The artist/sculptor, Korczak Ziolkowski, passed away in 1982; however, his wife, who still lives upstairs near their original log home and several of their ten children continue Korczak's dream of creating this beautiful monument of Crazy Horse, to honor the Native American.

We arrived at Mt. Rushmore at about 6:00 pm, giving us plenty of light to get some photos and to enjoy the structure. We stayed for a hot fudge sundae while waiting for the evening light show. The "light show" was nothing more than lighting up the monument; however, a great "Discovery Channel" video was shown and all current and veteran military men and women who were there were honored by coming on stage - receiving our applause of thanks for their service. They then participated in the lowering of the American flag. Each person was honored by being asked to give name and branch of service...there were over 150 men and women on stage. It took several minutes; however, I didn't see one person leave the stands and those who could, stood throughout the proud announcements from these American heroes.

Tomorrow we will be on the road - possibly no post - unless there is something great to pass along.

Nite~ Carol and Ken

Visited the Devil's Tower in Wyoming

We got up this morning to our first rain day, but it quickly turned into partially sunny for our drive to Devil's Tower...a large...no, make the huge jutting rock formation in the middle of the national park.

First, I needed to make a trip to the Sheridan Post Office. Along the way, the Historic Sheridan Inn caught my attention and I asked Ken to stop on the way out of town. We did and we were not disappointed. The Inn, built in 1892 by the railroad, is impressive, beautiful, comfortable, and full of fascinating history. I thoroughly enjoy being in historical homes and landmarks...and upon hearing just a few details about the building, I can imagine the ghosts of the past laughing, enjoying meals together, and going about their day to day activities. I felt this quickly upon entering the Sheridan Inn when the Innkeeper, Ms. Carla Hager, began providing details of the Inn's rich history. The ghosts of the Sheridan Inn include many famous individuals - Buffalo Bill Cody "Wild Bill," who actually owned the Inn for several years, the beloved Will Rogers, Ernest Hemingway, Calamity Jane, President Herbert Hoover and many more. The building is currently under renovation on the upper floors; however, the restaurant, saloon/bar, and relaxing wrap-around porch is already in use.

We wandered into the saloon (now referred to as the bar), looking at old photographs and admiring the antiques from days long gone. I was reading a booklet written by a woman, Mary, who had lived in the Inn for over 60 years - serving in the earlier days as the seamstress and housekeeper. She died while living at the Inn - and her ashes remain behind a wall in that same small room she occupied as a young woman. Okay, now we have a ghost story. Hearing my inquiries into the Inn's own personal ghost, Bruce Pryde, who serves on the Inn's non-profit board, stepped in and asked if we would like to see the upstairs, which remains unfinished (and see where Mary resides). He took us through every room in the Inn and told us stories of the earlier years and what is happening today (they are waiting for additional funds to complete the renovation upstairs to bring the Inn to full life). Bruce and Carla spent more than an hour with us. Their desire to preserve this valuable and beautiful piece of our history was evident. We met two "Extra Milers" this morning and appreciated their time! If you are ever in the vicinity of Sheridan, Wyoming, add this to your "must see" list and enjoy the history and warm welcome found in the Sheridan Inn. Thanks Bruce and Carla.

This was the first national monument in the US. As we approached the site (you can see it from the interstate), we nearly decided to pass it by. It doesn't look like much from a distance; however, it is pretty impressive once you are standing below the massive columned structure.

We walked up the steep hill to the monument and then took a hike around the monument - very nice walk on a paved trail, winding through a wooded area. There were pieces of colored cloth placed throughout the trees and we found out they are Native American prayer bundles. This site is considered sacred ground to many Native Americans. They ask that visitors respect that fact and to hold down voices so others can enjoy the peace and solitude of the monument. Ha...we had children walking all around us and the precious little ones were running, jumping, and squealing with delight at the large enticing rocks and running paths. Unlike Yellowstone, where your child can be boiled if they get off the trail, this place invites children to run, jump, climb, and have fun. It is difficult not to climb on the huge boulders and delight in the environment of Devil's Tower. We also were pleased to see rock climbers (about 8) coming down from the mountain (rappelling).

On the way out of the park, we stopped to see an entire field full of prairie dog mounds. We parked and as we fought off the killer grasshoppers (there were thousands, no...maybe millions of them - can you tell that I do not like aggressive grasshoppers?!), we could hear the high pitch warnings from the prairie dogs. Apparently, each group has one dog assigned to stand guard over the others in the ground and that sentry will warn the others that danger approaches. Soon, we could hear dozens of these critters making their warning sound. It was not an unpleasant noise and actually it was funny to see these little guys spread eagle or standing over their dens, chirping their warning. I taped some of the military prairie dog activity and will attempt to drop it into this blog. Some stood their ground, even when I walked within a few feet of their home. Others ran into the hole despite my sweet "nice doggie, doggie" coaxing. On the way back to our RV...I saw something moving in the bushes next to the road and saw a small doe. She thought she was hidden, but didn't seem fearful as I approached. She kept her eyes on me as I walked slowly and took photographs...she didn't seem to mind. I will post one of those photos also. I have seem more wildlife (up close) in the past several days than I have in a lifetime.

We are just now arriving in Keystone, South Dakota...and will be visiting Mt. Rushmore tomorrow - maybe Deadwood - and also the Crazy Horse structure. We are now in the Black Hills. It is very dark already and all we can see is blackness except for car lights - so I see where the hills get their name.

Nite~
Carol and Ken

Leaving Yellowstone

It was a good visit and we could have stayed another day. Four to five days would have been enough to allow visits to all the areas of interest. We didn’t have time to travel Northeast track of the park, which is supposed to include one of the most scenic drives in the world (next time). Yellowstone is so large; you must be prepared for a lot of driving.

Yesterday, we drove into the Grand Teton National Park – it is south of Yellowstone and is absolutely spectacular; the landscape was similar to portions of Yellowstone. We saw a coyote along side the road, trying to catch a tiny chipmunk (who, by the way, was quick enough to jump under a log to safety). I couldn’t get a clear photo because the coyote was jumping around trying to catch the mid-day snack.

We drove to Jenny Lake in the Grand Tetons and took a boat over to the mountains. We then hiked up Moran Mountain to Inspiration Point. Inspiration Point is over 8,000 ft. above sea level…Moran is over 12,000 above sea level. It was quite the hike! I was struggling for breath when we came upon a breathtaking view of the lake and the mountains. I was feeling pretty “inspired” and thought surely we had reached the top...until I saw someone walking toward us from behind. A young man said, “If you like this, just wait until you are at the top!” What?!?! This isn’t Inspiration Point? The twenty-something guy with obviously young lungs laughed and said, “Trust me, it is worth it.” Then he just had to add, “…but go slow on the last several feet, it is a smaller ledge with loose rocks.” Well, what was it we have been hiking on thus far? I looked at Ken and could see he wasn’t “inspired” at this level – so onward and upward we went. It was worth it – and indeed at the higher level, I was plenty inspired. Inspired by the depth of beauty the mountain at this elevation has to offer and inspired by the fact that we made it alive. It really was a fun day.

By the time we made it to the bottom of the hill, we already had our energy back; however, it didn’t last long. As we have done nearly every day on this trip, we drove our tired bones back toward the RV, had dinner and dropped, exhausted into bed. There is no insomnia on a trip like this one.

The drive today is magnificent. I am especially fond of driving on roads that split water and mountains. We are now headed to Cody, Wyoming; however, since we are going to arrive there so early in the day, we will most likely not stop. Friends (the Padgett family) told us there was a great rodeo in Cody and if we had stayed longer in Yellowstone today, we would have stayed over and enjoyed the Cody rodeo.

Update: We drove on to Sheradin, Wyoming and will head to Mt. Rushmore tomorrow morning. The last leg of this drive was horrible for Ken...lots of torn up roads and very steep up and down driving through the mountains. It took much longer than originally expected. I helped with my pretend brake and gas pedal...good thing Ken has a co-pilot. I know I am very helpful to him..."Whoa...how close are you going to get to this cliff, Ken?!?!" He really appreciates my assistance. :-)

Hello to Ryan, Hayden, Erica, and Matt, who are following our journey from Charlestown, Indiana.

Nite ~ Carol and Ken

Day Three in Yellowstone

Yellowstone is such fun – so many variances in the landscape and so many chance meetings of wildlife, up close and personal. Last night, as we drove back home (that would be our RV); we noticed the car in front of us slowing down. We looked out to see what appeared to be the same huge bull Bison we saw earlier in the day once again calming walking down the middle of the street…going home to the herd.

This morning, as we set off down the south end of the park, we once again saw red brake lights. By now, we know to look ahead for wildlife when cars are stopped on the road. This time it was a large elk herd – with a 16 point buck sauntering in front of the cars to cross the road to the West Thumb Geyser Basin (our destination). Are we just lucky in our timing or is this a common occurrence? I am inclined to believe this wildlife road-activity is extremely common in Yellowstone.

We are now driving toward the Grand Teton National Park. Going out the South entrance of Yellowstone has miles and miles of gravel and dirt road…part of ongoing construction. I would not recommend ANY vehicle travel on this road if other options are available.

We have two weeks left in our trip and we feel the end of our journey quickly pushing us forward toward Southern Indiana. Better go…I’m being bounced all over these laptop keys.

Peace, Carol and Ken

P.S. My mother is doing somewhat better after the surgery (she was able to go home the next day) – but still in a lot of pain. Thanks so much to those who have prayed for her and inquired about her condition. My younger brother, Tommy, flew from Hawaii, where he is stationed, to spend a couple of days with her.

Wildlife in the Streets

Yellowstone is such fun – so many variances in the landscape and so many chance meetings of wildlife, up close and personal. Last night, as we drove back home (that would be our RV); we noticed the car in front of us slowing down. We looked out to see what appeared to be the same huge bull Bison we saw earlier in the day once again calming walking down the middle of the street…going home to the herd.

This morning, as we set off down the south end of the park, we once again saw red brake lights. By now, we know to look ahead for wildlife when cars are stopped on the road. This time it was a large elk herd – with a 16 point buck sauntering in front of the cars to cross the road to the West Thumb Geyser Basin (our destination). Are we just lucky in our timing or is this a common occurrence? I am inclined to believe this wildlife road-activity is extremely common in Yellowstone.

We are now driving toward the Grand Teton National Park. Going out the South entrance of Yellowstone has miles and miles of gravel and dirt road…part of ongoing construction. I would not recommend ANY vehicle travel on this road if other options are available.

We have two weeks left in our trip and we feel the end of our journey quickly pushing us forward toward Southern Indiana. Better go…I’m being bounced all over these laptop keys.

See ya, Carol and Ken

P.S. My mother is doing somewhat better after the surgery (she was able to go home the next day) – but still in a lot of pain. Thanks so much to those who have prayed for her and inquired about her condition. My younger brother, Tommy, flew from Hawaii, where he is stationed, to spend a couple of days with her.

Day Two in Yellowstone - staying three days

Good Morning,
There is so much to do and see in _______Yellowstone (this seems to be our mantra). We have decided to stay another two days. Visitors recommend 4-6 days or longer to see just the best sites.

We started the day off by driving along Yellowstone Lake. It is just beautiful and the water is a deep blue; nearly turquoise. This is more of what I expected from Yellowstone. We saw a couple of mule deer along the side of the road this morning, along with a doe and fawn later in the morning. They stand along the roadside, with no fear of people or cars. One could even say there is an regal arrogance associated with their behavior.

We then walked up a steep trail to see large pools of bubbling mud and rolling steam. We overhead a ranger telling stories of animals falling into the boiling pools and quickly being boiled to bones. Not what you want to hear right after breakfast. We then continued on the park road, only to be in the middle of a traffic jam. Ken stopped, rolled down the windows and said, “I wonder if this jam is because there are some wild animals along the roadside up ahead?” I had a couple of business calls to make and since reception is poor here…I was on the phone talking business when a Bison bull strolled right by the car, calmly walking down the road on the other side...cars following closely behind with delighted children and adults snapping photographs. Ken snapped a couple of shots (you will see them posted). Little did we know that we would soon be approaching entire herds, laying near and crossing the road. These are truly majestic animals – with absolutely no fear of ... well, anything (despite their seemingly easy-going nature, we are discouraged from stepping outside our cars for photographs).

Update: As we drove down the road further, you will see by the photos, there were huge herds of bison, walking down and alongside the road. The park rangers were out hitting their lights and sirens, trying to move them off the road. They were taking little concern and as cameras were snapping from every vehicle, we hear the ranger’s loud speaker, “Sir, move your car…if you leave a gap, the herd will fill it crossing the road…sir, that means you…please move your vehicle!” Oops, that “sir” was us! I was excitedly snapping photos of bison families who were stopped next to and blocking our CRV. In Yellowstone, we are the “caged” animals, while the wild roam free. Just how cool is this?! I have seen such photos before and certainly it is not the same as being right next to these massive, yet seemingly gentle creatures.

Photos to come later. We have absolutely no reception in Yellowstone, unless we are high on a mountain. Ken drove to the top of Mt. Washburn in order to get reception to drop in these posts. Photos are spectacular. There is no way to take a bad photo at this place.

Join us in a couple of days for the photos and follow up posts for Yellowstone. Later...we are now headed down the mountain. Carol and Ken

Made to Yellowstone National Park

We made it in to Yellowstone today. Not sure why, but Yellowstone (at least from the west entry) is full of dead trees – they lie everywhere…on the mountains, in the fields – entire groves dead. Another park visitor indicated it may have been caused by a beetle, but she didn’t know for sure. I am overwhelmed with sadness to see so many once beautiful trees gone. The landscape (at least here) is drastically changed by these tree graveyards. Update: Many of the dead trees are the result of fires many years ago.

As we walked toward our first geyser, I gave Ken an accusatory “I can’t believe you did that” look and then quickly realized we were walking through streams of sulfuric gas…and bubbling crud. The smell was quickly overcome by the unique sights smoldering before us. These pools must pull their gooey liquid straight from the devil’s kitchen…boiling, scalding, bubbling water and steam that could melt the coldest heart. The colors are varied, depending on the source, algae, and bacteria in the pool. Kodak moments everywhere.

Geysers seem to be warning you of their power…starting out with rolling steam, slowly bubbling up, showing off their force by erupting with a quick and mighty persuasive blast of boiling water. We just sat for 45 long minutes waiting for Old Faithful to erupt…it was late – so much for being faithful…but it did give us a brief show. I recall as a child watching a documentary on Yellowstone. At that time, rangers and visitors stood somewhat near the geyser and it seemed to be surrounded by miles of green pasture and mountains. No more…there are park buildings and seats all around Old Faithful and the closest you will get to the blast zone of the famous Yellowstone symbol is about 100 feet. Still, it is worth taking the time to view.

We just stopped at a Yellowstone lake as the sun was just setting – beautiful colors reflected from the sky to the water…yet another Kodak moment. Now we head to the RV Park and I’ll figure out something for us to eat (hell’s kitchen indeed).
Nite~ Carol and Ken

Amazing and a surprisingly beautiful Craters of the Moon

Hi,

We ended our day today exhausted, hungry, and filthy with dark lava ash from the Craters of the Moon National Park in Idaho. I will have to admit that we didn't expect to spend more than an hour or so in the park; however, we didn't exit until nearly five hours after we started our visit! This seems to be a theme for us. We saw the lava rock from the side of the road and I told Ken, "Hmmmm...not sure this will really be like the other parks - I don't think we will find anything beautiful to see."

I couldn't have been more wrong. Although this park doesn't have your traditional type of beauty...it is beautiful nonetheless. We walked up steep cinder cones and overlooked the drastic changes of the landscape - one side will be filled with black lava rock with no life while just over the hill the land is filled with green trees and plants.

We walked down into wild caves - joining many before us...climbing rocks made of cooled lava, piled high from the contracting and expanding of cool and hot weather. We walked for miles to see the various craters, cinder cones, and twisted trees. The Craters of the Moon is much like our country - it is diverse, welcoming, and ever-changing. This is definitely one of the most strange national parks or sites we have seen thus far...well worth the trip.

As I said, we came home to the RV, tired, hungry, and filthy. We ate at the Pickle Cafe (good burgers and steaks), dropped by the grocery store, and headed home to shower and do laundry. We find people in the little town of Arco, Idaho are extra milers - very kind and very friendly. An interesting fact is that this tiny town was selected as the first American town to be fully powered by atomic energy (I think in the 60s).

Tomorrow we head toward Yellowstone. Our friends, the Padgett family, just visited the Park and have provided some suggestions on what to see and what to miss.
Nite~ Carol and Ken

Twin Falls, Idaho and John, the B.A.S.E. jumper!

What do you think of when you think of the state of Idaho? Potato farms? WRONG...well, okay, there is a lot of farm land in Idaho; however, there is so much more.

Doug, looks like you may want to take a trip to Twin Falls after your trip to Portland. This place is incredible. I can see why Evil Knievel wanted to make his big jump over Snake River. It is beautiful, regal, and demanding of attention...and truly unexpected.

At our first stop (information center at Snake River) we met a young man, John from Pennsylvania (a Network Manager for a dental company). He was walking across the parking lot with his parachute on his back and I intelligently asked, "Excuse me...are you going to B.A.S.E. jump off the bridge?" He replied that he was going to jump. I asked him how quickly and he said as soon as he filled his sports drink bottle (for the walk back up from the river after the fall). Of course, I started to ask him several questions and found out this is his 37th jump in the United States. He has not jumped out of country. He is no longer nervous, keeps a journal of his jumps, and yes, he has jumped where it is not sanctioned; however, it is legal to jump from the Perrine Bridge over the Snake River. I gave John this blog address so he could pull the photos. We became his groupies and followed him out to the bridge. You can see the photos on this blog - he landed safely. We were both impressed - and because he was so kind and patient with me, he lands the title of Extra Miler.

Everyone we met in Twin Falls has been friendly - while we were walking the rim, two women said, "Hi, welcome to Twin Falls - enjoy our city!"

This place is a must-see. Will these wonders continue? We just arrived at the Craters of the Moon National Park in Idaho...it is dark so we didn't see much on the way. More tomorrow. Just got a call from my younger brother, Tommy and he heard that mother's surgery went well and she may get to go home tomorrow. Great news. Nite~ C and K

Carol's Mom - Glendene Baker

Hi, My mother is having surgery today and I have not heard how it went...she doesn't have a cell phone for me to call. Please keep her in your prayers this evening. Thanks. Carol (Thanks to our wonderful family friends, Sharon Nance Strecker and Mark Wyatt, for all their love and assistance - not sure what Mom or our family would do without them.)

Blackberry Pickin'

Oh, and I forgot to tell you that Oregon has blackberry bushes all over the coastal area and while Ken hooked up the pull-car...I stood next to the RV and picked a cup full of blackberries. After being pricked by their thorns a couple of times, I figured out that blackberry pickin' is a lesson in patience - so I figured out a slower method of acquiring those little berries without pain. I picked a cup full in just minutes and we enjoyed them with breakfast this morning - they were mouth-watering sweet and delicious.

Also, the highways through Oregon are some of the best we have traveled, which is very important when traveling in an RV...and trying to type and download photographs. When the printer is sliding around and the laptop is escaping, I feel like a modern day Lucille Ball (The Long Long Trailer - we watched the movie last night and it is very funny - especially when you can relate to much of it).

We are headed to Twin Falls, Idaho...to check out the Snake River (thanks for the recommendation, Betsy). The Snake River is supposed to be beautiful and we want to see it for ourselves and share it with you. This is where Evil Knievel, in 1974, tried to jump the canyon on his motorcycle (unsuccessfully - but don't worry, he didn't die).

More later - C~ and K~

Leaving Portland - headed toward Yellowstone - through Idaho

As we drive through the states, I begin to think about the many times I have flown over (in a plane, of course) and looked down upon Oregon, California, Wyoming, Idaho, Texas, etc., marveling at the complex patterns of land - weaved together like a beautiful, colorful, textured quilt and remember the many times I wondered what it would look like on the ground - in the middle of the quilt. Today, I know and these land patterns continue to amaze in ways that make it difficult to reveal through words. The best I can do is to continue providing photographs and to encourage you to diversify your travels in order that you too may see the majestic and sometimes surreal landscape of this country.

We continue to meet extra milers and fall in love with various communities and the people who inhabit them. Portland is a fun, active, and diverse community of smiling faces. People are typically extremely healthy - riding bikes to work and play, hiking, kayaking, canoeing, walking - well, anything that spells exercise and fun.

We left the relaxing beach house on the coast and stayed two days in Portland with Bruce and Cathy Kuehnl. I was able to meet delightful Lisa Green, Bruce's right hand in his business, EEO LOGIC, after talking on the telephone for several years. We met neighbors and what was interesting was that we met them naturally. The community in which the Kuehnl's live includes people who still walk outside their homes on a regular basis (several times a day!), talk, enjoy cocktails, and offer a helping hand when needed. They drop by just to say hello or to greet the new neighborhood puppy (or meet the people who have parked their huge RV on their quiet street). We met interesting and energetic friends and neighbors (I even found a soul mate with Mindy), ate at interesting and eclectic restaurants, shopped at the downtown farmer's market (unbelievable fresh fruits, veggies, cheeses, etc.), walked the streets of a community fair, and toured the Columbia Gorge waterfalls and countryside. I had no idea Portland had so much to offer. They seem to have the best of all worlds - the active downtown life of a large city with an active nightlife - and then also beautiful parks, trails, waterfalls, and rivers to enjoy within 30 minutes of the city. It truly is the best of two worlds.

We walked around downtown Portland with Bruce and Cathy and had dinner with a couple of my friends from Ankara, Turkey, Mike Neff and Tim Watkins. Tim brought his girlfriend Wendy, who is a Professional Physical Trainer - who can perform one-armed push-ups (yes, I was and am impressed). It was good to share time with my friends from Ankara. Cathy was kind enough to invite everyone, along with several neighbors, over for home-made fruit shortcake (and the fruit was fresh picked) and drinks. Everyone had a good time laughing and talking about old times (seems we do that more and more as the years go by and we have more to laugh and reminisce about...). It feels good to remember.

We were enjoying the diverse population and environment of Portland so much that we stayed an extra day - thanks Bruce, Cathy, (and Ash the cat who thinks she is a dog and Cypress - the sheepdog who thinks she is a cat) for taking us under your wings (and paws) and showing us the special place Oregon and Portland hold on our map. It was great. ~ Peace ~ Carol and Ke

In Oregon with the Bruce and Cathy Kuehnl

Bruce Kuehnl is my work associate and friend. We have known one another since our days as managers for the Office of Federal Contract Compliance Programs (OFCCP), US Dept. of Labor. Cathy is his sweet wife and they have pets - Ash (an extremely social black cat) and Cypress (their cuddly 9 week old English Sheepdog). They are a happy family, living a portion of their days in Portland, Oregon and a portion in Neskowin, Oregon, in their beautiful beach house. After years of warm invitations to visit, we finally were able to spend some time in the beautiful beach house and now are headed now to Portland to spend some time with them in their city home (and also have dinner tomorrow evening with some of my Ankara, Turkey friends, Mike Neff and Tim Watkins).

Oregon is another beautiful state - with cooler weather and more rain than the states we have visit thus far. The mountains are lush and green and the beaches are clean and inviting for a long, refreshing walk. People are VERY friendly and it seems everyone you meet want to stop and talk. I just picked fresh blackberries where we parked the RV and fruits, veggies, and fish are fresh and delicious. People appear healthier here - many ride bikes everywhere they go and Portland is a bike friendly city...more than most. Once again, the landscape here is too beautiful to capture in photographs, but I will try. The pace seems a little slower here - or maybe it was the beach house and good clean air that made us want to slow down. We are headed to the city now - and I'll post in a day or two. After Portland, we head back toward the east - crossing the northern states.
Nite~ Carol and Ken

Made it to the Oregon Kuehnl Beach House

We made it to Neskowin, Oregon and parked our RV locally and headed up to Bruce and Cathy Kuehnl's beach house - a charming beautiful beach house. We had cocktails while watching the sun set on the Oregon coastline...and enjoyed the company of good friends (and their cat, Ash and new Sheepdog, Cypress). We are staying in a loft room with large windows that overlook the ocean. When I rolled over this morning the first thing I saw was the ocean. I sleepily thought about how lucky I am to experience this beauty and went back into a wonderful sleep for another hour or so. Later, we enjoyed a long walk on the beach with Cypress, which included a 45 degree climb up a hill that seemed like 1 mile long (in reality it was probably no longer than 1/4 mile). While Cathy sprinted up the hill, I sucked air. Note to self: exercise more! A great day at the beach house. More later. I have photos, but didn't bring the connecting wire. Nite~ Carol and Ken

Sea Lion Caves, Florence, Oregon

This is a nice 30 minute visit to see hundreds of sea lions in their natural habitat - an ocean cave. Worth the time and $11 admission (and smell). It was raining and cool, so we didn't get to enjoy the walk down, overlooking the ocean. However, the drive on Highway 101 is absolutely beautiful, as we move north along the coastline. We are close to Bruce and Cathy Kuehnl's beach house in Neskowin, Oregon (just outside of Lincoln).
Peace~ Carol and Ken

Extra Milers and New Places

Updates: We found some Extra Milers at the RV park just outside Weott, California (Myers Flatt). We asked where we could park our RV while we drove the CRV down the Avenue of the Giants (checkout is noon and we thought we might be taking in the sites until about 2:30 or later). The manager told us it was not problem to stay hooked up until we get ready to leave because the park wasn't expected to be full. They didn't charge us a penny to stay connected for several extra hours. When I went in to thank them for their kindness...his wife said, "It is absolutely our pleasure to share our park...we are always happy when someone has found the peace of our land."

There has been a significant difference in how we have reacted to the various landscapes. Maybe it has a lot to do with the fact the the Senior Olympics/Games are over, as I do feel relief that the competition is behind us. We were talking yesterday about how most previous hikes (with the exception of Yosemite) had us moving quickly through the paces - hiking at a quicker pace and generally moving fast. Yosemite changed the pace and I found I was breathing more deeply. Yesterday, we spent an entire day in the middle of the Avenue of the Giants (the huge Redwood trees in Northern California), taking in the splendour of these beautiful and very old trees. It is estimated that some of the trees could be over 2,400 years old. They are said to be the oldest living thing - ever. These massive giants surrounded us, reaching for the heavens and commanding us to gaze upward in calm glory. I climbed upon one of the fallen trees and felt an amazing peace. I had no mind-chatter and maybe for the first time in my life I was able to clear my head and meditate. This place was good for me...I wish we could all have a grove of redwoods in our backyards...especially our politicians and leaders.

I also found another Extra Miler in California. I was looking for some Redwood burls (pieces taken from the trees - sort of like wart growths) that can be placed in water and sprout small redwood trees (sort of like a chia-pet), and we stopped at the Crescent City, CA Mercantile. The woman said there was one place in the city where she saw them but couldn't remember. She wouldn't let me leave until she made multiple calls to find the burls. Finally, she remembered they were at the local Walgreens and I was able to purchase a couple. Hope I can keep them alive through the rest of the trip.

We will miss California...but look forward to Oregon and the states to the north of us. Nite ~ Carol and Ken

Friends along the way

We have connected with several friends along the road and it has been so nice to be together. First, we connected with Tim and Kay Gifford in Albuquerque, NM (see earlier post). Then we stayed a couple of days with Susan Riddle Reed, her daughters and boyfriend (see earlier post, "My sis, Susan"). Next, Barbara Franklin, a friend from Ankara, Turkey, arranged her schedule and travel pattern in order to join us in Pacifica, California (routing us in after a family wedding - she travelled from Frankfort, Germany). Barbara's goal was to cheer us on in the Senior Olympics/Games...and she did. Well, she cheered on Ken, since he was the only one left standing from this RV. We really appreciated her spending time with us and had a great time, as we connected with Ken Sussell, who joined us from Hawaii (he was in on a business trip). We ate crab and sourdough bread near Pier 39 for lunch (eating on our laps without utensils). I'm telling you this as fact...I have become less high maintenance on this trip than ever before! We also took in the sites (photo included) on the pier. Later that evening, we joined Charlene Walker Drummer (also from the Ankara, Turkey group) and had a fun-filled dinner in San Francisco - laughing and talking about old times and current events. The company couldn't be beat and the food was very good. San Francisco would really take a couple of weeks to see and do just a few of the things we would have enjoyed. Pier 39 alone is a full day of fun. Most of this trip was spent at Stanford University for the Games.

We will soon connect with my fun business associate, Bruce Kuehnl, and his lovely (and fun) wife, Cathy, in their beach house in Oregon. They promise a good time and I have no doubt that will be the case. I may not have time to blog while in Oregon, but I will try. :-)

We hope to connect with other friends along the way (if we can figure out who lives where?). Connecting with friends is just the icing on this dream trip!

Ryan, glad you are enjoying the postcards. I am trying to find the postcards that I think a sweet little boy would enjoy. I'm sending you and Hayden lots of love and hugs. Aunt Carol and Uncle Ken - Nite~

The Senior (Olympic) Games 2009

Our last night spent with the Senior Games (Olympics) was Saturday evening; representing Indiana by walking behind our flag in the Celebration of Athletes. We stayed an extra day to be able to participate in this ceremony and truthfully, we were a little worried that it might not be worth the time out from our journey - after all, we have much of this land to see before September 4. We quickly realized there was no reason to worry - the night was nothing less than magical. The stadium at Stanford University was filled with athletes and spectators - I don't know the count but the stadium was sold out. The Committee in change of the Celebration planned a star spangled event. Lights were flashing, people were cheering, dancing, and jumping to their feet - it was a true celebration of perseverance and fortitude for the 10,000 athletes who attended and participated in the Games. There were celebrities and Olympic athletes who talked about how inspiring it was for them to watch the Games and the competition. They spoke of the various competitors who have overcome obstacles...they spoke of those who would stand on the top platform and accept the gold medal and those who would not. They encouraged everyone.

Ken and I know we gave it all we had - we were outmatched by some of the best athletes in the United States (any age). We were honored and thrilled simply to be part of the Games. We may not have walked away with gold, silver, or bronze medals; however, we take with us cherished memories of taking a chance on something we believed was worth the effort - something that would bring out the competitor in each of us. We congratulate all who stood on the podium, including those who put their heart into the game and walked away with honor and joy knowing they gave it their all.

The Games were full of Extra Milers - some we faced up close. Mary Jo from Canada, my first competitor and also an international Champion from Canada, could have easily slammed every shot my way; however, that would not be the case. She was encouraging and kept the game alive - I lost the game to my own mistakes. She congratulated me for being there, despite my rookie status with the game of badminton and she pointed out my strengths. My next two opponents were equally as kind and encouraging. While nobody likes to lose...each of these women made it easier to take by being with such graceful and caring winners. They didn't have to look back after the match point, but they did.

Ken isn't used to losing and I was impressed at how hard he played and how well he handled defeat. He also had opponents who showed good sportsmanship. We won a match in our mixed doubles. The other team was from Eureka Springs, Arkansas (a city featured in this blog earlier). The woman had been playing for nearly four years and the man had been played on and off since childhood (I believe). They were worthy competitors and we had close games. It was a fun match and we enjoyed encouraging them in later matches.

This was certainly the closest I've ever been to such a large scale athletic production and the entire event was impressive. If I don't meet another Extra Miler on this trip - I could have easily made a quota at these Games. I hope we can both remain healthy enough to stay with badminton and give this another try in two years. Thanks for following us to the Games. Now, on to Oregon and the Northern States of the US.
Nite ~ Carol and Ken

Several short blogs today

We are driving down Highway 101 and just arrived at the Giant Redwoods RV park...ummmmm...lots and lots of very large trees and very remote. There appears to be a hippie commune that lives here year round. Maybe we will meet some extra milers in the group - or maybe we will just dance with wild abandon with the locals tonight.

As we move up the coastline to Oregon, once again we are awed by the beauty of our country. This part of the country inspires me yet again to sing John Denver songs at the top of my lungs (making Ken extremely sad that he has not been able to fix the RV radio). Hmmmmph! The landscape keeps changing drastically as we roll off the miles - the tree covered mountains now overlap and change colors the further off they are to our eyes...the most distant take on a warm soft blue glow. Ken said this is what he imagined this part of the country would look. We are once again amazed and we can do little more than stare in amazement. Occasionally I ask Ken to pull this behemoth over so I can run across the highway for a Kodak moment (this advertisement is free). You will see some of those shots on the blog tonight.

We stopped at the famous "drive-through tree." I have seen photos of this tree since I was a young girl (very long, long ago) and finally, today, I stood under that tree and we also drove through it. No, no...not with the RV...with our pull behind car (CRV). The RV was too big to even drive into the very intimate family park where this tree has been viewed for over 70 years.

Tomorrow we will visit and hike a local state park. See below for some "catch up" blogs of our experience in San Francisco.
Sending love to you, Carol and Ken

Headed to the Celebration of Athletes

We are in the car and headed to the Celebration of the Athletes at Stanford University. We will be leaving for a drive up the coast of California, headed to Oregon...and more beautiful country. More later on the several days I've been neglectful in posting. I will post tonight or tomorrow. This has been an awesome and inspiring experience. Peace, Carol and Ken

The Wooden Bowl

This has nothing to do with our trip and everything to do with life - for all of us. I do not know who wrote it, (our Jeffersonville neighbor, Charlie Nachand sent it to us - thanks Charlie!)... it is certainly worthy of reading and remembering. I added a few lines of my own.

The Wooden Bowl

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year-old grandson.
The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered

The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and
Failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor.
When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.

The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.
'We must do something about father,' said the son.
'I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.'

So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.
There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.
Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.

When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone.
Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.

The four-year-old watched it all in silence.

One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor.
He asked the child sweetly, 'What are you making?' Just as sweetly, the boy responded,
"Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up."
The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.

The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.

That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table.

For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason,
neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.

On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.

I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things:
A rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.

I've learned that making a 'living' is not the same thing as making a 'life..'

I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance (and when it does, use that opportunity wisely).

I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back sometimes.

I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. However, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.

I've learned that money doesn't equal happiness - the people in our lives predominately determine our happiness. Treat others well.

I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.

I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.

I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.

People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.

I've learned that you should pass this on to everyone you care about .I just did.

Take care of one another -

We are headed for our first badminton practice in over a month...this may not be pretty.
LOL

Love, Carol and Ken

My sis, Susan Riddle Reed

I just said goodbye to Susan...a friend from Ft. Knox. She and her daughters live in San Ramon, California (just outside of San Francisco). We have known each other since 7th and 8th grade respectively...I'm the older sis. Susan is the kind of dear friend who I can be away from for years and time stands still when we connect. She is the kind of friend who will give you the shirt (or warm fuzzy housecoat) off her back...and she is fun, energetic, smart, beautiful, and loving. Her daughters, Kathryn and Erika (twins) are equally as awesome...and now she has a special guy who fits right into any life-situation, Felix (no relation to the cat). And, I can't forget Derby - a Kentucky bred pup that stole our hearts. We enjoyed two days and nights with our friends and had such fun. Thanks guys!!! Love you so much!

Now we are headed into San Francisco and on to Pacifica, California where we will stay for several days, making the daily drive to Palo Alto (Stanford University) for the games. Barbara (Babs) Franklin is back in the states (she is one of my Ankara, Turkey friends) and we will connect later in the week. Babs flew in from Germany, where she is currently stationed as an IRS attorney. Ken Sussell, a pilot who lives and works in paradise (Hawaii) will also be joining us later this week. Ken is also a friend from Ankara. We hope to join up with some other high school friends who live in the area.
Update:
We just arrived at the RV park in Pacifica...and before me is a man flying by, sittin in a chair and being pulled through the air by a kite-like devise. I mean, he just flew by just a few feet in front of me. Now he is twisting and turning all around - I think he must be showing off. It is working - I am impressed. It stays windy here and gets very cold - so I believe there are a lot of "air-related" activities. This guy is nuts! Really ! I will jump out of the RV and get his photo if he comes closer again. San Francisco in the summer is like a cold fall in Indiana...and the night temperatures drop considerably.
Later y'all, Carol and Ken

Leaving Yosemite after horseback riding for two hours

Yee-haw....we just got back to the RV, had a cowboy dinner of beans and hot dogs (I fixed em') and are now headed to visit with Susan Riddle Reed (one of my oldest and dearest friends from Ft. Knox). She lives just outside of San Francisco - San Ramon. Can't wait to see her and her beautiful daughters, Catherine and Erika.

We did it - we rode horses (well Ken rode Henrietta the mule - I'm not kidding) for two hours through the beautiful Yosemite park and even saw some deer along the way. We saw a brown bear at the water falls yesterday - but he was far enough away that it wasn't a threat. He was just thirsty. I am now a huge fan of Yosemite....maybe my overall favorite - thus far (but I keep saying that with each park). I can tell you this as a statement of FACT...two hours on a horse is too long for ANYONE who isn't used to riding. Even the little kids who were riding behind us were whining, "My butt hurts, when do we get back to the barn." Hey, they have soft groin bones (I'm sure there is an official name for those bones)...and my 53 year old butt-bones are definitely not soft~. When I got off the horse, I could barely stand up. My knees took the brunt of the pain. The riding part came slowly back to me (when Dad was in Nam...my aunt taught me how to ride...but I didn't have a horse after that so I didn't keep up with it). Today, I pulled my horse back a bit so that I could urge him on to trot every now and again during the trail ride. All the kids wanted to be behind my horse so they could "go fast." LOL If one horse took off trotting, those following did the same. Ken and Henrietta were in the back of the pack - moving pretty slow...he just told me that his horse (ummmm, mule) was over 20 years old - but very sweet, and she was very partial to the mule in front of her, Laverne. He said Laverne had a gas problem, which made his two hour trip very interesting. I'm still laughing at how he told of his adventure on Henrietta following very closely, nudged up to Laverne's behind the entire ride through the park. We had to stop for Advil and Excedrin before driving back to the RV. Ken took most of the photos. I have yet to see them...but will post them now.
We will hang out with Susan all day tomorrow and tomorrow night and then head to register for the games. Susan mentioned driving down to wine country - which made Ken smile. I think he will like this much better than the mule ride. We saw the registrant's names for the Senior Games/Olympics - and we are so going to get slaughtered in these games....but we knew that coming in. We will most likely be the only participants who are relatively new to the game. Still, when I think of where we were two years ago when we first walked out on to the courts in Louisville...I know it was worth the challenge.
I just ordered the Lucille Ball movie, The Long Long Trailer...and had it delivered to a friend's home along our route (Bruce Kuehnl in Portland, Oregon - he is going to share his beach house with us for a couple of days). One of our Southern Indiana Extra Milers, Cathy Guthrie, suggested watching this movie...I vaguely recall watching it in my younger years - I'm sure it will mean more after this trip. I can tell you this about RV living...I have lost nearly every fingernail (I lost the 8th one today)...I have a cut on my head from a cabinet that I left open, bruises all over my body from bumping into things in the small space (and this is a large RV)...my makeup routine has been shortened significantly to no more than 2-3 minutes and I'm outa' the RV and on the road. The hair is a ponytail or pigtails...or some other low maintenance do. I'm learning to cook in a confection/microwave oven combo, which is interesting. Ken has become quite proficient in hooking and unhooking everything from the auto to the sewer thingee - which hasn't been as bad as he thought it would be - but we only stay where there are full utility (otherwise know as hook-ups). RV living has come a long way - but it is still cozy.
Okay, nuff already...we are almost at San Ramon. Nite~ Carol and Ken

Unbelievable day riding through Yosemite National Park

Today we spent the entire day riding bikes through Yosemite...and are now exhausted and chilling out in the RV. We were able to see all the hot spots of the park - and bike about 12-14 miles.

This day was amazing. As we drive through the park, the trees before us part and our eyes dart in and around the sky above, just as the tree covered mountains peek out to amaze and mystify. When the wind rushes through the forest it provides a calm lullaby of white sound. Yosemite is a tapestry of many colors, sounds, and grand views. If Yosemite isn't on your bucket list, add it today...then set a date to make this national park a must-see for you and your loved ones (yes, Jeff, that would be you and your someday family).

Since we didn't get to go horseback riding outside of Vegas...we scheduled a trip through Yosemite tomorrow. Talk to you then.
Nite~ Carol and Ken

AWESOME YOSEMITE NATIONAL PARK

Oh my goodness...we keep moving to the next national park and thinking we will be let down - since each one previously has been so awesome. However, each time, we are shocked in awed by the continued beauty of this country of ours. Today we drove the 38 miles into Yosemite (which we initially did not have in our sites as a stopover). Yosemite is huge...and as you will see by the photos...it is possibly my favorite national park (Ken is still hung up on the Grand Canyon - he claims when he walked out on one of the ledges, he could see beyond the horizon). There is one photo you will see and probably recongize as being a popular site in Yosemite. When we went through the tunnel and I saw this spectular scene before me there were tears in my eyes. It was most likely from being overwhelmed...and as we both stood there just shaking our heads and repeating "huh" over and over, it was difficult to walk away. Unfortunately a bus came up and there was a quick crowd, ruining the emotion. Now, I will have to say that the very long drive through the park, at the too fast speed Ken was comfortable driving the CRV, made my toes curl so tight in my hiking boots that I think I was tickling my own butt a couple of times (and we didn't even make it the 40 miles around twisting escalating and descending tight roads through the park this day). We saw a beautiful water fall, relatively up close and spectacular mountains and scenes of nature's beauty. It was a great day...can't wait for tomorrow.
Nite~
Carol and Ken

An Extra Miler - in Vegas

Hello,

Found an extra miler in Vegas. All in all, our experience in Vegas was not as expected. With the economy as bad as it is...and casinos marketing heavily to get folks to make the trip to Vegas, I fully expected employees and staff to be polite and friendly; however, that absolutely was not the case. Maybe it is because of the economy, that we encountered a lot of angry workers in Vegas. Although the "Rat Pack Returns" was a wonderful show, their support staff were very unfriendly and rude...all the way to the manager...which explains why the staff act they way they do. Two bright spots...the Italian Restaurant, Lombardi's in the Plaza Hotel and Casino had a staff full of extra milers - happy, working well together, attentive, and even singing and dancing to the music while we were there...and there was Lisa Armijo, who is the Publisher/CFO of TODAY IN LAS VEGAS MAGAZINE. I sent her an email describing the trouble we had (since we found the ad for the show was in her magazine). The magazine information was correct...but even so, Ms. Armijo was polite, helpful and apologetic for the experience we had in Vegas...and even offered to make it up to us if we were to visit again sometime soon. All sincerely appreciated...especially the extra miler style attitude. Thanks Lisa!

We are finally leaving Bakersfield, California. Ran into some trouble with the CR-V...the brakes were catching and it was trying to brake when the RV wasn't breaking. Not a good thing...so we stopped here overnight and Ken spent the morning in the shop getting four new tires. They were shot, but it turns out they were not the problem with the braking. This was one of those, "if this bad thing didn't happen - something worse could have occurred," incidents. The braking issue turned out to be something that Ken could repair; however, a blow-out in the pull behind could have been real trouble. We are merrily running down the highway now - headed toward Yosemite for a couple of days...then on to San Francisco to begin practice for the National Games!
Oh yes, we were asked to represent the state of Indiana in the Celebration of Athletes...Ken and I will march behind the Indiana flag (and I guess we will give everyone the Princess wave...oh wait, Ken said, "No way...he will not be giving anyone a Princess wave!" Okay...so I will give the Princess wave. Pat Nunn...any tips? We were told to wear our state uniform/warm ups. LOL...looks like we need to go shopping in San Francisco (or we could wear a straw farm hat, flannel shirt and jeans).
More after we get to Yosemite...plus more photos. Thanks for following our trip to the Senior Olympic Games.
Carol and Ken

Survived the night at Ghost Town

We had dinner in the Ghost Town...that wasn't too frightening. We saw no ghosts...but then had to return to the park. That frightening ranger-guy came by as we were walking through the empty town during dusk (we are such dare-devils!!!) and asked if we were okay. I initially thought maybe he was just setting us up by being nice, but turns out, he was just nice. I had a little fright during the middle of the night...but turns out it was nothing - probably our ranger driving through the campsite to be sure there were no ghosts bothering us. So, we saw no ghosts and enjoyed the little ghost town on the border of Nevada and California - Calico Ghost Town. Worth a few miles off the interstate to see. We stopped in for awhile today to see inside several of the stores (they were locked up after 5 o'clock)...the history of this little silver mining town was very interesting.
I am sitting in the RV while Ken is getting gas (the RV type) and watching these two men giving water to the six beautiful horses they are transporting. They have been dragging water buckets back and forth from the watering hose to the horses now for 15-20 minutes...they seem to be taking such good care of these animals. They have gone back to each horse with the water at least three times each...probably extra milers and animal-lovers. I liked watching the way they are caring for God's creatures.
We are now headed to Yosemite National Park in California. More later....thanks for following our adventure.
Carol and Ken

Creepy Ghost Town

Hi,
I want to get on here to tell everyone...if you don't hear from us in three days...send the troops. We pulled into this little town of Calico...an old mining town that is now a "ghost town" and wandered through the county camping park - couldn't find anything that looked like an RV hookup (we planned to stay here). Everything is dead - looks like water never finds its way to this community. Dry - dry - dry - and very hot - well over 100 degrees...the tallest thermometer (which we saw from the interstate on the way here) said it was 110 degrees). We believe it. Anyway, these two guys show up in a county vehicle (or so it appears) and said, "Hey, you staying here tonight...do you have a reservation?" There is only one other vehicle in this entire park - which looks like it could take in another 80 campers. "Ummm...no sir, but we were told we didn't need reservations. Is this a problem?" Guy in the truck, "No, but you need to pay and get registered." Me: "We didn't see anywhere to do that when we drove in...who do we pay." Guy in the truck: "Me." He was wearing a uniform...so we paid him. This place seems to be one of those horror movie type of locations - for real. I think we will get out the trusty S&W and have it handy just in case Jason or Frankenstein come knocking on our door in the middle of the night. We will not answer any knocks after dark! There is one restaurant in the "town." The town is nothing more than the ghost town buildings, as far as we can see. We are getting ready to walk up this small mountain to find the restaurant - and are possibly taking our lives in our hands. Pray for us.
Nite~
Carol and Ken

Las Vegas and what day is it?

Hi,
What day is it? How quickly we acclimate ourselves into the life of RV traveling retirees - I could live like this...okay, it might get old after a while (after 35-40years, maybe?).

We go from Eureka Springs, Arkansas Christian environment to Sin City Vegas...of course, whatever happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. But I've never been one to not tell-all...so, today included a trip to the Vegas outlet mall so I could get some hiking boots and Ken could get some tennis shoes...then we had dinner at the Italian restaurant in the Plaza Hotel - and on to a show, "The Rat Pack." The Dean Martin impersonator looked much like the real Dean and they all sounded surprisingly like the originals...Sammy Davis, Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, and Joey Bishop. Nice and affordable show in Vegas.
Tomorrow, before we leave the area, we hope to go horseback riding into the Red Rock Canyon.
Nite~
Carol and Ken

Grand Canyon/Rafting down the Glen Canyon/Touring Zion National Park/Arriving Las Vegas

Hi,
Sorry for the technical difficulties...when we are in smaller towns or in canyons, we have very slow connections and downloading photos are often impossible.

Last time we connected, Ken and I had just arrived in Grand Canyon National Park. I cannot begin to tell you how magistic this canyon is when you step close to the rim and look out. I'll try...my knees went weak and I had to turn away for a few minutes. The beauty surrounded me and the experience of walking around the rim was similar to a spiritual experience, as I felt the adrenalin rush from my head to my toes and my heart was pounding. It started to rain, but no matter - except I worried even more about people who get right on the edge of the cliffs. If you have not experienced the GRAND...you really must give it some of your time...and treat yourself to at least a couple of days - one day you should take one of the hikes (we didn't give ourselves enough time to do this, but will the next time we visit). Instead, we took a raft ride down the Glen River (called a smooth raft ride - down the Colorado River). The trip ended at the beginning of the Grand Canyon. It was a calm and magestic trip - also highly recommended...all ages can take this ride.
We stayed at Powell Lake and decided to stay an extra day to catch up with some work and home obligations and to catch our breath. Jeff sent us our mail from home and work - it sure piles up fast. We continue to feel an urgency to do as much and see as much as possible - and are having too much fun along the way.
The new RV is treating us well...a photo of the outside of Comanche (Ken's choice for a name) going through the Zion canyons. We cannot tell you how happy and safe we feel to not have the Tom Stinnett RV and all the problems we experienced with it.
Left Powell Lake today and drove to Zion National Park...yet another different type of mountains and canyons making up this calm environment full of great hiking trails - of all lengths. Wish we had planned an extra day on the trails. We drove on to Vegas and arrived tonight. Vegas is well...Vegas. Hope to catch a play and win a fortune. :-) We will be here for a full day and two nights ... then we head into California...and introduce you to yet more of our country.
A shout-out to Emma Roesner...who is following this blog and learning where she wants to talk her father and sisters into visiting on their next vacation.
It is late ... Nite~
Carol and Ken

Arrived just outside the Grand Canyon

Just wanted to jump on here and let you know that we don't have service in the RV - and probably will not for the next couple of days. So, please check back with us on Tuesday. If we can get service, we will check in with everyone.

We took a jeep ride up a mountain in Sedona...on a primative road...and I mean primative. It was the old stagecoach road up and across the mountain. I cannot explain the peace I felt when we reached the top (not only was I glad stop the extreme bumping around for a few minutes, but to stand there and look out over all the red rock mountain tops and the city below and feel the energy of our earth. It was truly a "must do" if you get out west. On the way up the mountain, a PT Cruiser was coming down the mountain (yes, on the primative road!)...it was a couple and they stopped us and asked (in broken English), "Is this the right road to Sedona?" Our guide answered yes. The man then asked, "Is this the ONLY road to Sedona?!?!" He looked petrified and the road ahead. Our guide calmly stated, "No, but right now it is your only option - you can't turn around now." The man then held up his GPS tracker system and threw up his arms in frustration. Poor guy...he made it down, since we didn't have to pick them up on our way down.

Our guide turned out to be an extra miler! Kelly Brower kept stopping the vehicle and walked over to the edge of the mountain to pick up trash left behind us...he did this multiple times (sad to say). He also pointed out every kind of plantlife and tree we saw. He knew much about each of them and how they impact the environment. A wonderful guide and a wonderful person...a true extra miler.

Better go - Ken is hungry and I'm cooking tonight.
Nite~
Carol and Ken

An evening in mystical Sedona

We drove down the mountain (well, one of them) and into Sedona. Here we go again, "OH, LOOK AT THIS...AND THAT!" Bright red mountains circled around us and a warm feeling engulfed both of us (despite the earlier cooling drizzle of rain). I can see why people come to this area to rest and de-stress. Too bad we can't hang out for several days. Two months is just not enough time to see and do all there is to see and do. We will stay an extra night in order to do a few "cool" things before we leave. More tomorrow.
Nite~
Carol and Ken

Petrified Forest National Park was incredible!

Hello Friends, With the slow process of a traveling computer and internet access, it is a long procedure to post daily. I believe the photos speak for our journey the best. Yesterday, we set off on a 26 mile trip through the Petrified Forest and immediately we stopped our vehicle and were overwhelmed with the beauty all around us. We were looking at the Painted Desert and both agreed that no photo could truly capture this beauty. Check out the web site for the Petrified Forest when you have time and add this to your next trip out west. I'm going to try to add a short video I shot with my camera. Hope it comes through. We left today for Sedona - it is 107 degrees, but just started to rain. It seems within 100 miles, we are again in a different country...lots of trees and big mountains (large beautiful mountains are the theme of Arizona and New Mexico). Ken was so happy to have a safe vehicle to travel in through these mountains. Barbie Long Harkins told us the new RV is a great souvenir of our trip through New Mexico...and you know, she is right. What a nice souvenir we now have in this RV. I will get a photo after the rain and post it. It is still our plan to sell it after the trip...if Ken doesn't become too terribly attached. You know how I like to name things (like kidney stones) so this one has the name Comanche (great warrior). This RV park in Sadona is very nice, just at the base of a small mountain. We will head into town as soon as I get off this post...so, later friends. We are headed into the mystical town of Sadona to bring back all of our good charma and ju-ju...we must have misplaced somewhere along the way and I understand it is found in beautiful Sadona, Arizona. This is the attempt to video the Petrified Forest: Talk to you later! Carol and Ken

We hope to find the Petrified Forest tonight

Well, we did it! Our continued fears that our RV would not take us safely through the mountains led us to trade in the 2001 for a new rig. It is really nice. Of course, consistent with our luck...all seemed to go well until this morning when we took possession. There were several problems that we hope have been remedied with the new vehicle. It is considerably nicer than the first purchase and with the full bumper to bumper warranty - if our luck (or lack thereof) continues, we will at least have coverage. Ken is telling me that it drives considerably better...so that is good. Wish us luck and please include a prayer.

With the exception of the last day, we enjoyed our stay in Albuquerque - there is much to see and do and we didn't even scratch the surface. We are passing exit after exit on I 40 with places of interest (Linda, even a wolf sanctuary - Ken decided not to stop because it was pretty far off I 40). We would like to one day just focus on this portion of the country (and be sure to call Tim and Kay in advance that we are coming). :-)

I will drop in more of the Mountain photos tomorrow or later tonight and I'm sure I will have a ton of shots to mull through after the Forest visit. BTW...we stopped in a small restaurant tonight for dinner and ... have you ever seen one of those movies where the family stop in a small town for gas and something to eat and they are never seen again? Well, that is how I felt as I walked in - while Ken was getting gas for the RV (something we do often) and stood at the counter. There were two people eating in a booth...two at the counter with a sign stating "ORDER HERE." This was an old hotel that has closed and the restaurant remained open. The gas station has no attendant - you pay with credit card only. Nobody came for my order for quite a while. Pretty creepy...but turned out to be very good food and we topped it off by sharing a delicious piece of homemade apple pie.

I thought the day was a goner re: meeting an extra miler until the end of our meal. A lady was ordering for her and her mother and we started chatting while we waited for refills. They are Ann and Jenny from Miami- they drove across country to San Diego to scatter a dead relative's ashes (much better than scattering a live relative's ...). They just left the Petrified Forest and are on their way home and gave us considerable advise on what to do and not do on the remainder of the southwestern leg of our trip. The daughter even left her food to run to her car to bring us back a park newsletter filled with information for the adventure tomorrow.

Can't wait to get some sleep and start through the Petrified Forest.
Nite ~ Carol and Ken

NEW RV? and THE MOUNTAIN IN ALBUQUERQUE

We really like New Mexico! There are extra milers everywhere we turn. People going out of their way to make us feel welcome to this city and state. There is a cajun word I learned from some of the flood victims of New Orleans...lagniappe, pronounced lan-yap. This is a creole word meaning something special a little something extra or an unexpected surprise.

Update: Tomorrow we decide if we will ditch this RV and all the trouble that has come along with it ... and purchase a new one. Ken is worried this one will not make it through the mountains. That means I would be able to, of course, drop a considerable amount of my passenger side driving assistance. I know Ken doesn't fully appreciate my assistance and guidance (whoaaa...are you really going to keep drifting this close to the white line on MY side?), but I feel it continues to be my duty. Possibly with some additional horse power and the relief of knowing we have a good engine, brakes, etc., we will enjoy this journey even more than we already have, (despite the multiple RV problems). Can we spell, "lemon?" We continue to deal with the Indiana dealership (Tom Stinnett RV Sales, Clarksville), who sold the RV to us and did not follow through with promises made by his salesman - hopefully they will come through and do the right thing. It is all so tiresome. I'll keep you informed...tomorrow morning is decision time. UPDATE: Tom Stinnett decided not to fulfill his dealership's promises - but agreed to pay half of the bills acquired. Ken decided he didn't want this hanging over our heads throughout the trip, as we have had enough grief already; therefore we agreed. We will also lose considerable money in the trade, which we have decided to do. This is a sad part of life and we will move on and enjoy the remainder of the trip...continuing our search for Extra Milers.

Today we did something truly fantastic! The fun keeps on coming...as we boarded the WORLD'S LONGEST AERIAL TRAMWAY, headed to the top of Sandia Peak, New Mexico! Hey, Mike and Judy...it is even longer than the tram to Guntown Mountain in Cave City! This one is 2.7 miles and takes you to the top of this beautiful mountain. I have so many photos that I will have difficulty selecting those to share with you. Ken and I had lunch in the High Finance Restaurant at the top - then headed up the trail to a small shelter (used to protect hikers from the elements if they should get stuck on the mountain after dark). One of the guides referred to the shelter protecting hikers from "teddy bears and kitty cats" found on the mountain...not to mention the various types of snakes; however, it has no doors or windows, so I'm not so sure it would do more than block some of the gusty winds. We only saw two squirrels played tag on our 2.8 mile trail up the mountain to the highest peak. This is a popular trail...exhausting (especially in the altitude), but the views are spectacular.

During the first 1/2 mile, I was doing what I always do...chatting away...mostly about how I would love to bring my grandkids here one day and hike up this mountain with them (there seemed to be a lot of grand-families on the mountain today so it was in my mind). After the 3/4 mile marker, I had nearly consumed all of the 1/2 bottle of water that I casually grabbed before the hike, and was thinking those grandkids better be born soon, or I wouldn't be able to escort them up this mountain. By the 1 mile marker, I was no longer going to ever take my grandkids up this mountain (Jeff would have to hike up with them) and by the top, I wasn't sure I would be alive to ever meet future grandkids. I have just enough vertigo that I slowly (VERY slowly) inch closer and closer to the edge, but never get right on the edge to look over. Ken does that for me...so several of the shots were taken by Ken. I will stand as close as 2-3 feet, but that is close enough.

Enjoy these photos, knowing they cannot possibly do justice to this absolutely spectacular view in New Mexico. If you ever get the opportunity...make this part of your trip out west. And TIM GIFFORD, you need to get to the top of this mountain - soon!
Nite ~ Carol and Ken

WHOA....WHO lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico!?!!?

Deenise Bryant, Ken and I owe you one! We arrived in the beautiful (and I mean beautiful) city of Albuquerque, New Mexico yesterday afternoon. We immediately set up and went to a Verizon store to obtain a better method to reach the internet while on the road. Had dinner at an Italian restaurant (I know, I know...why in the world would we eat Italian in New Mexico!!?!)...it was late and the only thing we could find open and nearby.

Ken has been threatening to look at newer RVs and trade in our current joy-rider while on the road. I originally did the "Uh-huh, sure we are," response until we saw several new RVs today while at a camping store. We spent several hours looking and pricing newer RVs. Ken fears our current RV will continue to fail us and quite frankly, we fear the worst during the second leg of the trip through the mountains of Arizona, California, Oregon, etc. Not sure what we will do at this point. However, a wonderful surprise came to us wrapped in a cell phone call that began, "Carol, where are you right now?" I stalled initially, not knowing who was on the other line. "This is Tim Gifford...where are you?" came the now familiar voice. Then it hit me, Tim and Kay live in one of those mountain, western states...could we be in their back yard right now? "Tim, where do you and Kay live?" "We live in Albuquerque...where are you?" "Ummm, we are also in Albuquerque...and I'm in so much trouble, aren't I?" Tim and Kay were gracious enough to forgive me - especially when they heard how we were tumbling through the southern states ... trying to survive the RV pitfalls of this exciting journey. I have heard about Tim and Kay being gracious hosts, but they are so much more. They brought us to their home, showed us around (including an introduction to Tim's studio where he creates his awesome sculptures)and then took us to dinner at a traditional mexican restaurant, El Pinto. At the restaurant, we joined by their tall friend, Monica Rodriguez, who I would have sworn is a military brat - she has many of our best qualities ... she doesn't know a stranger and she can carry on an easy conversation with anyone, including our fun waiter. After a fabulous dinner, we headed back to Tim and Kay's home to catch up on our lives. Their home could be featured in a decorator's magazine - bright colors with warm compliments throughout. For those of you who do not know Tim and Kay - they are both military brats who I knew in Ankara, Turkey (in the early 1970s). They made a love connection several years ago and made life happen together in Albuquerque, New Mexico. As I said earlier, Deenise, we owe you, for reading the blog and letting Tim and Kay know we were in town. I would have kicked myself indefinitely had we not connected with them while we were just down the street.
Thanks Tim and Kay for the dinner and the calming evening. Feeling the loving arms of friends was more timely than you can know.
Nite ~ Ken and Carol