Monday, August 22, 2011

A very busy Sunday . . .

Wow. What a busy Sunday.
After church, wife, daughter and I
headed down the the "Festival of the Little Hills."
Our towns yearly birthday party.
I think it was one of the best we have had
for a few years.
Lots of good booths, and food and some
good music.
Daughter really enjoyed the stalls that
had nice doll clothes.





















Although we did not buy any, she
sure had fun looking.

After trying a couple of rides, that turned out
to be to hot in the sun we continued walking around
the grounds.
Daughter tried her hand at an old pump.



















And at an old 'washing machine'.




















Lots of nice old machinery on hand.
Many of these come every year.















She got to ride on a flying swing.














My old Scout troop had a booth.














This year they even had
some nice restored old boats and motors on hand.





















I got out the cabin to mow for a little while in the late afternoon.
This time of year there are lots of walking sticks.




Freaky looking insects.









The place look good after a good mow.














The old blacksmith door that I had saved.














And the yucca that kept growing even after many logs had
been dragged over it.




















A very good day.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

An apple a day. . .

I am not usually much on still life paintings, but love her apples.
Thanks Joy

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Colorado 2011

Had a great six day trip in or on the way to Colo. starting the 13th of July.
Scott and I got on the road late Wed. evening and made good time to Lawrence Kansas.
After spending a short night there, we made Salida Colo. by 7pm on Thursday.
We had a quick look around town, and then headed to Monarch Spur campground, which is where we would stay for four nights.





The campground was nothing special but good enough for our needs.

Our tent site was by a brook, and the shower house was clean and usable.

Although the evening started a little warm, it turned cool and pleasant as the night went on.










We woke fairly early and found Patio Pancake House for breakfast, which we used most mornings.

We met the group in the morning and it was decided we would boat the section of the Arkansas called Milk Run.












A great class two run that the kids and newer paddlers loved.



We only had a couple of swims, and no one got hurt.
















Leaving the take-out this guy. . .











.. almost side-swiped us, then cut in front of us and ran up the hill.
Several of us gathered at the first of three micro-breweries of the trip, Eddyline, for after run beers and food.

Although service was slow, no one was in any hurry and the beer and food was great.

I heard a couple other MWA’ers were going to stop by Mike and Lynndean’s, (friends of ours from Missouri, and Mike’s paintings are posted on this blog when ever I can) in the evening, so I decided Scott and I should do the same.


Mike and Lynndean were very gracious hosts considering we invited ourselves for a quick visit and made us feel very welcome, with beer and pizza.

I had wanted to see their home and Mike’s studio since they moved; missing my last chance in Feb. and being so close could not pass up the chance. Thanks you guys. I love the place!


The next morning Scott went to boat with the group while Dave, Garrett , David and I met up with long time friend and former Missouri boater Alex for a run on the Brown’s Canyon section of the Arkansas. A much higher level than the last time I boated, it was enough of a challenge for the amount of boating I have been doing.

Alex looked great on the harder run.

Bill Eades and I boated on one of the play waves in Salida after lunch,













and then we all went back to Monarch Spur for group dinner and hanging out.














A great evening catching up with friends.

The play wave was lots of fun.

On Sunday, I rejoined the group for another run on the Milk Run section. It was a quick run, so we still had plenty of afternoon left to do other things.

We joined the Warrens in Salida for lunch at Omega’s, number two micro-brewery, having pizza and IPA.

Then Bill and I got back on the wave for a little while, finish up with ok food and really bad service at the Boathouse.

Scott and I ended the day back at camp and built a camp fire.

Monday morning we started for home.

Drive went well the first couple of hours.

We even had lunch at brew house number three in Colo. Springs, Phantom Canyon.

Food and beer was great.

Eight miles into Kansas, at the rest stop, we pulled in for a map and when we got back in the car the transmission would not go into gear.

AAA tow truck took us to the closest town with a ford dealer, Goodland, Ks, and dropped us off at the hotel Monday evening.

The ‘friendly’ people at Dan Brewer ford could not promise to look at the car Tuesday, for they had ‘Good, old ford customers already waiting.’ And if it were the transmission it would be Thursday or Friday before they could even get a new one in, and “no, we do not have a car you can use, nor are there any car rental places within a hundred miles’. To bad!

Call AAA, and they approved another tow to Hays Ks. Got in about noon Tuesday.

Lots nicer people and three car rental places.

But no, it could not be fixed by Friday (three days away), but here are the phone numbers for the rental car places.

Enterprise Car Rental, no cars before Thursday.

Hertz, no cars before Thursday.

Quality, no cars before Thursday.

And if we drove any of them one way it would be rental fee plus 50 cents a mile.

And I would still need to get back to Kansas again for my car.

Looked at used cars I could just trade mine in on.

Nothing I really wanted to take home.

Walked around a bit, and inspiration came.

Rent a U-Haul truck and trailer and tow my car back.

Yes, there was a dealer near by and we could even pick up the truck this afternoon.

All being well, we would be back in Missouri by mid-night.

The nicer Ford dealer even ran us over to the rental place and helped us hook up the car on the trailer.

We were on our way.

Well, for about 80 miles, till the U-Haul truck broke down.

We called U-Haul.

“We have a broken truck.”

“Tow will be there in about an hour and a half.”

“Ok, that’s a long time. We will try to drive it to Salina then and see if we can meet you guys there.”

“Ok.”

We get about 10 more miles and the truck won’t go any further.

We call U-Haul.

“Ok, tow will be there in about 30 mins.”

“Great!”

We could still make Salina before the other U-Haul places close.

“Can we just have you guys have another truck waiting for us?”

“No, that’s not how we do it. First our tech. looks at the truck and if he can’t fix it on the spot he calls to get approval to tow it. Then if he can’t fix it at the shop, we will get you another truck.”

“But, wouldn’t it be quicker to give us another truck? We have nothing in the back of ours.”

“Not how we do it.”

Grumpy old man tow truck drive who thinks anyone breaking down should be able to diagnose their own car problems shows up with small tow truck, and does no checks on the problems and just tows us to Salina and to his shop. (Where they could have had another waiting for us.) Test drives it, guess’s it’s the fuel pump, but his tech has gone home, so he can’t run tests tonight. Leave the truck (and all your belongings) with him and he will check it in the morning.

“No, we are not leaving the truck (and all our belongings) with you (in this seedy side of town), and have to walk to a hotel, when the truck is a least drivable that far. And I am going to call U-Haul and yell at them for leaving us in your hands and why can’t we just get another truck, after all, our is empty!”
"Not how we do it. We will call you at 7am and let you know when our tech is coming by.”
7 a.m (at least they call on time.)
“Hello.”
“Good morning. You need to take it to the same bozo (my word) that towed you last night, but was not suppose to, and have him look at it again.”
“Oh sure, I hated him last night, but being stuck in town over-night has probably put me in a better mood to deal with him again!”
“That’s how we do it.”
Grumpy old man, “Where you been son, we’ve been waiting for you.”
My thoughts, “you are really lucky you are not dealing with my wife.”
What I said, “Good morning, we are just doing what U-Haul tells us.”
Younger tech checks truck. “Bad fuel pump.”
Called all around Salina, three places, no fuel pump.
U-Haul, “We will arrange another truck.”
After 19 hours we get another truck, about six blocks away.
“Hey! That’s what we asked for the night before.”
Our trip was pretty uneventful after that, making good time and getting home around 4:30 p.m. on Wednesday evening, one day late.
Over all, it was a great trip, catching up with friends, boating good water, finding good beer and food.
Scot travelled well and did not embarrass me once.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Sometimes a great notion.

Sometimes I honestly think we are trying to scare our daughter away from camping.


Her first camping trip, a couple of years ago, was the camping trip from ‘Heck’, what with it being heckishly hot, three vehicles breaking down, daughter and mother getting sick, and daddy losing his wedding ring, you would have thought that that one trip alone would have scarred her for camping.

And you would think that would have left us wise enough not to try again.

But we are made of sterner stuff, and would not give up.
But this time we thought we would train a little before we went.

Mother and Daughter ‘practiced’ this spring by sleeping in a tent on the sun porch several times.

We have her outside, a lot, doing our ‘expeditions’. So surely we were ready.

The weekend had promised to be nice all week, highs in the low 80’s, and lows in the high 60’s.
We were a little worried about the fact that daughter is going through a phase of being deathly afraid of bugs.
But we thought we could handle that.

We were unable to leave Friday night (which turned out to be the best night) because of late getting home from work.

So we set out Sat. a.m. Promised high around 77 degrees.

We went to Onondaga Cave State Park and arrived in time to snag the last camp site.

Afternoon threatened rain, so we waited to set up the tent till later in the day and played in the water and at the playground.

It was already getting oppressively humid (at least for me), but we mustered on.

Daughter got fire starting lessons from mom.















We set up the tent.















She got to roast her first hot dogs on an open fire.


















Made her own somemores.




















And got to take pictures.
















All in all still good.

Now if the night stayed cool, all would be fine.

After playing in the playground for a while, we went to the camps out door theatre to watch a kids program.

After the talks about keeping your camp clean and what to do if you see a bear, we got the weather report of severe thunderstorm warnings till two-thirty a.m...

And as the short movie ended, the sky started putting on a wonderful light show for us just to let us know what was coming.

And by the time we got into our tent it had started to rain, which did not help the oppressive humidity one bit.

I did not get into the tent right away, (I went to the showers to cool off), and my walk back down the hill was met by a loud chorus of, “Where’s Daddy’, and “I want to go home.”. Apparently this had been going on since I had left.

It did not however last a real long time after my return and wife got her settled down and read her a book.

The first rain storm was not real bad, but did force us to close our tent flaps, adding to the oppressive heat.

When the second set of storms came through I was actually hoping the tent would leak and cool me off.

I got my wish. But it only leaked over my bum.

After about an hour of soaking, wife and child headed for the car.

Here is where I was trying to figure out how we could leave in the middle of the night without it seeming like we were giving up and caving in, but knew there was no way without sending bad signals to daughter about giving in. Damn.

I stayed in the tent, knowing the car would be oppressively hot and humid, and found that where child had been sleeping was still dry.

I think it cooled off for about the last fifteen minutes I was in the tent.

Surprisingly daughter was not clamoring to go home as soon as she woke up; well at least not after wife killed the bug that was dumb enough to be in the car when child woke up.

So we mustered on.

Wife prepared a wonderful camp breakfast of pancakes, eggs and sausage, which put everyone in a better mood.

Luckily we had packed most stuff away before the storm, so taking down camp was not as wet a chore as it could have been.

Camp cleaned up, we head for the next part of our adventure; canoeing.

Now daughter has canoed before, so we knew what to expect. And for the most part all went well.
We rode on an old school bus, which was cool.. .



















We only had a few “can we go home yet’s” and only a couple killer bug scares.
















And she was really a little too sleepy to enjoy the water, but did give it a shoot.




















But she did find a canoe her size,















and one in her color















and she did direct a worker on how to lay stone . .















And she did say we should leave all our stuff in the car so we can go again.

And wife wants to go in two weeks when it promises to be hotter.

Oh, Boy!

Monday, June 20, 2011

High moor farm QS

Dreaming of cooler places.
I know, summer just started, but that's how I am.

Expedition Day

Had an outdoor expedition day with daughter and her grandma today.
We saw deer and horses and. . .

Slugs and. . .

 Daddy Long legs
And yucca flowers. . .
 and spiders
 and log cabins
 and gazillion leg centipedes
pretty moss













We played in a creek and spotted mushrooms and treehouses.
So, all in all, a great fathers day.