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