THE BOAT

The house is full of Christmas decorations, the tree is up, and I already have my XMAS gift! Talk about doing everything early this year. We started early because Marc, Chandra, and Laila will be here about a week before XMAS, right after we return from our 2 week work gig at the National Finals Rodeo in Las Vegas. Thinking that we wouldn't have much time after Vegas, we decided to get everything out early. In addition to all of the other things on our plate, at least "decking the halls" is out of the way.

The boat acquisition was not intended to be a Christmas thing, it just kind of worked out that way. As I mentioned before, I got the bug to get another boat last spring, and it carried over to our return to Arizona this fall. I knew that I wanted a "Deck" type boat, and I looked mostly on the Internet for a couple of weeks. There were a couple for sale here in Lake Havasu, but not unlike vehicles, there is a wide range of quality in boats, depending on the manufacturer. Even though our last boat didn't turn out to be the right one, it was a Sea Ray, and the quality was excellent. So, I kind of had my eye on another Sea Ray, and fortunately, this one popped up for sale only an hour drive away in Kingman. It's a 21' Sun Deck, powered by a Mercruiser 5.7 liter, 250 horsepower, inboard-outboard. There's seating for 10, not that we'll ever have that many folks on board, but compared to the last boat, there's tons of room!



Along with most of the rest of the country, our weather has cooled off a bit, with daytime temps down into the 60's. We probably won't be using the boat a lot this winter, but one of the things we plan on doing, is renting a slip at the marina for the month of March, and perhaps longer. It makes it so much more convenient to just drive down to the lake, jump in the boat and take off. We did that with the last boat, and it was well worth the slip rental cost. Today is the last day of tinkering with the new toy, as we have to start getting ready to head for Vegas in the motor home this Sunday. We're looking forward to driving to Kingman tomorrow, where we'll have Thanksgiving at Ron & Judy's house, and be joined by Bob & Jeanette and Jim & Megan.

A NEW TOY

There's a popular phrase that goes something like - "The best 2 days in a boat owners life is the day it's bought, and the day it's sold". Well, day before yesterday, I experienced the first part of that saying. Somewhere down the road, I'm sure the second part will also be appropriate. We purchased a used, Sea Ray 21' Sun Deck boat from a private party in Kingman, and except for a few things, the boat is in excellent shape. The last boat we had was also a Sea Ray, and they are very well built boats, that hold their value better than most brands. Last spring, before we left for the summer, I got the bug to get another boat, but never found one that sparked enough interest to pull the trigger. I put the full cover on yesterday, as there was a slight chance of showers last night.



One of the things I started working to fix, is the restoration of the oxidized paint on the trailer. As the picture below shows, the before and after are in stark contrast to each other. It will take some time to do the entire trailer, and I may have to wait to finish some areas, at the point where the boat is off the trailer and in the lake. As with any new (to us) toy, I've been busy tweaking this and that, and before I knew it, yesterday had passed by in a blur. I'll post some more pictures in the next day or two, after I take the cover off.

Even with the excitement of the boat, I still managed to get down to the island yesterday morning, and despite the wind, did a lap combining a walk and a few jogs. In the last 10 days, I've walked/jogged 21.6 miles, and bicycled 36 miles. The wind is blowing again this morning, so the bike will probably stay in the garage.

Patty is still busy with Christmas decorations, and it seems kind of strange listening to Christmas songs while still running around in shorts and a t-shirt.

DECKING THE HALLS

During the past week, since Patty returned home from her trip to Greece, we have both been busy with multiple projects that have to get done before we leave for Las Vegas next week. Our annual 2 week stint working the National Finals Rodeo begins a week from tomorrow, and it's been busy around the Chance house. Within a few days of our return home in the middle of December, Marc, Chandra, and Laila will be here for an early Christmas, as they make their way to Chandra's Mom's house in Monterey, CA. So, the decorations are going up for the first time in several years. The holiday seasons in recent years, have been spent with Marc, Chandra, and Laila in Tucson, so we haven't decorated (mostly Patty's job) the house for quite awhile. In addition to decking the halls, we're keeping a strict regimen of walking or biking every morning on the island, and even though it's pretty windy today, we'll be heading out shortly.

The above picture is looking out our front door to the house across the street, and fresh seal coat on one half of the street. This is the messiest stuff to deal with if you drive or walk on it before it dries. Fortunately, the contractor gave us notice the day before, so we were able to park the jeep across the street and get out without driving across this goo. I guess it prolongs the life of the asphalt, but it's kind of a pain to deal with. The house where the jeep is parked was built a couple of years after we moved to Lake Havasu, and like many other properties, is now in foreclosure. I only met the folks who bought the house a couple of times, and they were from the Southern California area. They drove an Escalade, had a $100,000 boat, and this was their vacation home. I remember thinking that this guy either made a ton of money, or, like a lot of people who have lost their homes, was up to his eyeballs in debt. It appears that it was the later. It's a nice house, and it will be interesting to see what the asking price is when it goes on the market.

PATTY'S BACK

Her trip to Athens Greece, and a Mediterranean Cruise completed, Patty arrived back home on Nov 15th. The trip originated in Sonora, CA, so she drove to her son's house in Modesto, and they departed from there. She enjoyed the trip, and saw some amazing sights, particularly being able to walk on some ground where the civilized world began. The Greek islands were a major highlight during the cruise.

This picture was taken yesterday in the parking lot at the Island trail. I've been walking and bicycling the trail for about a week, and this was her first go on the path with the bike. Unfortunately, the gear selector broke, and she had to pedal around the 3.6 miles in only one gear, making one circuit. I dropped her bike at the local bike shop, and it should be fixed today. I made it around the island 3 times for a total of 10.8 miles. It takes a little less than 20 minutes per lap, without working to hard. It definitely is a much more intense cardio workout, than just walking. Getting back into an exercise regimen, now that the soreness has pretty much gone, is starting to feel good. What doesn't feel good, is the absence of Ben & Jerry in the evenings. For more years than I care to count, those guys were my TV watching buddies, and it's just a little bit on the difficult side, to severe that relationship. And I thought quitting smoking over 25 years ago was tough.

Our weather has been ideal the past few weeks, cooling at night into the 50's, and the daytime temps have been in the 70's, low 80's. This is perfect boating weather. If it would only stay like this year round, we probably wouldn't be gone as long during the summer.

WALKING THE ISLAND

During the 8 years that we have spent the winter here in Lake Havasu City, there have been quite a few hours where we may have been seen on this walking/biking/rollerblading paved trail that circles the island. However, last winter, I can't remember once where we took advantage of this very nice walking path. Patty has been walking, mostly with her pal Jeanette, almost every day, but I have not. This year, I have decided that a few things need to change, and specifically, I need to get more exercise. As the weight has kept creeping up, it finally is the time to cut a few bad habits, and get the blood flowing a little faster. I just had my annual medical checkup, and even though everything is good, I realized that my trend toward a more sedentary lifestyle, along with probably the worst eating habits of anyone alive, is not a good recipe for longevity. So, while Patty & Dave have been on their trip to Greece, I have been driving down to the island, and hitting the trail.
The sign above, is posted in several places along the path, and instructs walkers/joggers to go in a counterclockwise direction, while bikers are supposed to go in a clockwise circle. This keeps faster bikes from sneaking up behind and potentially causing a conflict. Most folks adhere to this simple rule, but there are always a few who do not, like yesterday, when a couple on two bikes with a leashed dog came up behind me.
The total distance around the island on the path is 3.6 miles. If I walk fast, and jog a couple of times, it takes me between 50-60 minutes. If I walk normally, it takes a little over an hour. This morning, I'm taking my bicycle for the first time, and I'll see how many times I can pedal around the circle. Today is the day for Patty and Dave to sit on an airplane for most of the day, returning from Athens to San Francisco around midnight tonight. By the time the bus gets them to Sonora, and they drive back to Dave's house in Modesto, it will probably be very early in the morning. I expect to hear from them tomorrow, and Patty will most likely drive back to Arizona in a day or two.

SEAPLANES ON LAKE HAVASU

Granted, these are not full size seaplanes, but nonetheless, they are aircraft that take off and land on the water. This is the weekend of the annual gathering of Radio Controlled Seaplanes at Lake Havasu, and judging by the number of enthusiasts that I saw at Windsor Beach, it looks like a good turnout. Last year, we had our Granddaughter Laila with us when we checked out this event.
These are a few of the pictures I took, that reflect the variety of Seaplanes that folks build and fly. While watching the action in the sky, I couldn't help but wonder if they ever have any mid-air collisions. Even though there is some control, with limited numbers of planes in the air at any given time, and a directional control pattern out over the water, it looked like there were a few near misses during the hour or so that I watched. The only mishap that I saw, was one of the planes came down for a landing too hard, and it ripped the floats right off the plane. The operator gave it more throttle, and the plane continued to fly without the ability to land again on the water. When it was time to terminate the flight, the plane came down with a sort of controlled crash on the water, near the beach.
Some of the detail on these planes is incredible. It wasn't hard to see that lots of hours go into the building of these very detailed, miniature airplanes. The weather continues to be almost perfect here along the Colorado River. It was in the upper 80's yesterday, but it's cooling down at night, and with the house opened up during the evening, it's the time of year when we don't need the air conditioner, or the heater.

HOME ALONE

This is the second day of the Greece trip that Patty and her son Dave are hopefully enjoying, and they should have landed in Athens by now. This trip was organized by the Tuolumne County Chamber of Commerce, the area where we formally called home in California. They boarded their plane yesterday, at about noon in San Francisco, and the return flight will get them back to CA. late on the 13th. So, I expect Patty will be making the drive back to Arizona on the 15th or 16th. A few of our friends, Lori East, her son Trevor, and his Fiance Kelsie, are also on the trip.

I've been working on yard projects for the last few days, and have added a couple of small circular planters in the front yard, with desert grass inside. When I first landscaped the front of the house, I added irrigation, but have not been able to grow anything very well in this full sun area. These plants are my latest attempt.


After several years of not being able to decide if I wanted to add a wall cap to the front yard retaining wall, I finally decided to do it when I saw that Home Depot had it in stock.

The most recent good news is that the house across the street is now empty and it's sooooooooo
quiet in the neighborhood, that it's almost deafening! Don't know the details, but our street problem child is now gone. Over the years, I had quite a few conversations with the folks, mostly to ask them to turn down the volume on their blasting stereos. It sometimes was so bad, that our windows would rattle, and even with the volume on the TV turned up, the outside noise would overcome everything inside. I never called the police, thinking that I could handle it myself, but I was getting to the point where that just wasn't working. Then a couple of days ago, right after Patty left for CA, I noticed that furniture was being moved out of the house. It didn't take them long to clear everything out, and then there was peace and quiet in the neighborhood.
In addition to these folks not having any respect for the other people living nearby, the house was built long before most of the other dwellings, and is kind of a sore thumb on the street. I'm not one to wish bad luck on anybody, but whatever the reason for the house now being empty, I'm glad that it happened, and now we'll see how the next chapter plays out.

FIRE IN THE SKY

Last night, we had the perfect combination of a few clouds, and a setting sun, which created what you see in the pictures. The view is from our front door, looking toward the lake. We have quite a few of these spectacular sunsets during the fall season. This is my favorite time of year here in Arizona. The temperatures have dropped from the normal 100+ during the day, and have been in the low 80's. It's cool enough at night where we can open the doors and let mother nature cool off the house. We're into the season where we don't need to run the air conditioning, nor do we need any heating. In fact, there isn't much need for a heater in this desert climate. We do turn it on for a brief period of time, usually in January.
Patty is getting the last of her things together for a trip to Greece with her son David. She leaves day after tomorrow, and will first drive to David's in Modesto, CA. It's a little over 500 miles from here to there, and can be done in a day, if one gets an early start. She'll have a couple of days to visit with friends in CA before they leave for the airport in San Francisco on the 4th of November. The trip includes a 4 day Mediterranean cruise, and her return flight to S.F. is on the 13th. I'll be hanging here at home with the 4 legged kids, and continuing with projects around the house and on the motor home.

A FALL RIDE

We've been home about a month, and even though I recently did a few rides in Central California, I was itching to get on the Harley, and ride some of my favorite roads here in Arizona. So, a few days ago, I took off on a two day circuitous route that took me through Parker, Prescott, Jerome, and a stop in Cottonwood. That first day, the weather was cloudy and cool, but no rain. On the second day, I took a few pictures, the first of which was at this steel arch bridge on Hwy 89, just outside of Sedona. Except for cool temperatures (in the 40's) when I left, it was an absolutely beautiful day, and the ride from where I took the picture of the bridge, up Oak Creek Canyon to Flagstaff, was about as good as it gets.
The Red Rock Country around Sedona is unique, and was particularly scenic, on a sunny, cloudless, cool, crisp morning. By the time I had traveled through, and climbed out of Oak Creek Canyon, the elevation at Flagstaff was about 7,000 feet, and the ambient temperature was hoovering around 40 degrees by late morning. With all of my cold weather gear on, I was as comfortable as if it had been 85 degrees, and I was pushing through the wind in a T-shirt. By the time I dropped down to Seligman on I40, it was time to shed some of the clothing, and leave the interstate for about 75 miles on old route 66. This stretch of the "mother rode", between Seligman and Kingman, is the longest remaining stretch, and even though I've traveled it many times, it's history, charm, and isolation never seem to get old.
One of the iconic remainders of the past on historic route 66, is the Hackberry General Store, about 25 miles east of Kingman. The old gas pumps, the corvette, and the store itself, are reminders of an era that's long since disappeared. Coincidently, back in 1966, I traveled on this stretch of highway when I had 30 days leave from my U.S. Army assignment at Fort Knox, Kentucky, and I was heading back home before my next duty station in Germany. Every time I travel on this stretch of 66, I can't help but be transported back about 45 years when all I could think about was getting home.

Yesterday, we drove the jeep up to Vegas, and out to the dragstrip, where we spent a couple of hours visiting with our friends, Bob/Shirl, Frank/Suzie, Len/Ellie, Kurt/Phyliss, Steve/Carol, and a few other folks. As the years go by, our circle of race friends grows smaller and smaller. We learned from Frank & Suzie that after 6 years, mostly working with the Bernstein Race Team, they have given notice, and will be leaving the N.H.R.A. circuit after the last race in Pomona. Bob and Shirl will be in Quartzsite for a few days after the Vegas race, so I'll probably drive down and visit on one of the days they are there. Patty is busy packing her bags, and she'll be driving to David's house in Modesto this coming Monday. They leave for Greece a week from today.

RUN TO THE SUN

The 33rd annual Run to the Sun, sponsored by the Rods and Relics car club is happening this weekend here in Lake Havasu City. This is a fairly large event as Rod Runs go, and most of the cars were displayed yesterday afternoon & evening on Main Street. Just under 1,000 cars are registered, and it's always fun to check them out. Patty and I, along with a huge crowd were walking up and down the closed street yesterday afternoon, where all the cars were displayed.

This event kicked off on the 20th to some pretty heavy thunder storms, but it cleared out, and the weather is now mostly sunny, with temperatures in the 80's. We've been busy around the house, and Patty is getting everything together for her trip to Greece in a couple of weeks. She will be driving to Calif. where she and her son David will catch the bus from Sonora to San Francisco on Nov 4th. Then, it will be a long flight to Athens, Greece. When she returns, we'll have a couple of weeks at home, then we're off to work the National Finals Rodeo in Las Vegas for the 9th year. When our old company lost the contract, we thought we were finished with the NFR. The new company, to their credit, picked up most of us old timers, and along with our friends Jim & Megan, we'll be in the same booth inside the Las Vegas Convention Center, from Dec 2nd through Dec 11th.

Lots of cubic inches and lots of cubic dollars

My dream car - A Shelby Cobra with a big block Ford, Side Oiler Engine

A V-8 Bar Stool

HOME STUFF

When we had completed the transfer of the required items from the motor home, to back inside the house, I got it parked under the shade cover, where it will sit for a month or so. We've been busy catching up with some maintenance chores, and in fact, Patty did a lot of house cleaning while I was in CA. Our yard needs a few plants replaced, but most all of our trees and shrubs withstood the brutal summer heat just fine.

As I have said before, when we're here in Lake Havasu, I'm not going to post on the blog everyday, like I do when we are traveling. It's not very interesting to write, or read about day to day activities while we're home. I will continue to post on an irregular basis, depending on what's happening in our lives, or, on what's happening here in town. The blog has taken on a life of it's own, and has become part of my daily or weekly routine. We recently had it converted into a book for the calendar year 2009. In a book format, it can be really interesting to follow our travels and adventures in a chronological, calendar order. We have often referred to the book to see where we were, or what we were doing on a particular date. I guess you might say that it is the ultimate travel journal. So, for now, I'll sign off, waiting for the next topic to come along, that begs for me to say something about.

MID TERM ELECTION

Because we travel so much, we are signed up for permanent mail in ballots. That way, no matter where we are, our mail is forwarded to us, and we are able to vote in each election. For the upcoming "mid term election", I mailed our ballots back yesterday.

I believe that this non presidential election is one of the most important in our nation's history, and I urge any, and all of the blog readers to participate, and vote. No matter what side of the fence you are on, and despite the naysayers, voting is the fundamental mechanism for the people to retain control of the direction of their country.

My personal view is that our government has grown too big, and the tax and spend philosophy is in serious need of a correction. If it were just more taxes and proportional spending based on those taxes, I could almost live with that. In other words - more income, more spending. That's how most of us balance our checkbooks, and that's how any business, any public entity, and all state and local governments operate. If you have to borrow money, there's an analysis that takes place, and a plan to repay the loan. Basic economics right? Well, that's not how our federal government operates. The huge deficits and the national debt have grown to the point that not only is it doubtful that we can ever pay it back, but this spending spree (starting with the Bush administration, and continuing with the Obama administration) is now threatening our national security. I'm not so much worried for myself and Patty, but I am seriously concerned for our kids and particularly our grandchild. I'm not at all ashamed to say that I am conservative in my views about political ideology. A big part of that conservatism is my belief that the growth of our entitlement society has reached the breaking point, and unless some tough decisions are made in Washington D.C., our country is headed for disaster. If you believe that the government should provide everything for everybody, then I suggest you head for Cuba or perhaps North Korea. Besides a strong national defense (not nation building), I also believe that we have a responsibility to have safety nets (not welfare) for those who cannot help themselves. The American People are the most charitable in all of the world, and instead of saving the entire planet, perhaps we should redirect some of that charity toward our own starving children, and wounded warriors who have in many cases, given the supreme sacrifice for our country. I could go on and on, but I firmly believe that more people than not, think as I do, and my sincere hope is that this election either sends a message, or we continue with business as usual. Please vote!

BACK HOME

When I left Modesto Harley-Davidson, I drove south on the dreaded Hwy 99, and as the sun was setting, I was parking in the Tehachipi Home Depot parking lot. When permission to overnight was secured, I watched a little TV and called it a day. Yesterday, I pulled up in front of the house at about 2:30pm, and dropped the trailer. It took a little while to get the motor home, and trailer inside the yard, and unload the Harley. I spent the next few hours getting stuff out of the little house, and getting it ready to be parked for the next month or so. Not sure exactly what will be taking place in Tucson, but we're ready to help with whatever Marc, Chandra, Eloise, and Laila may need. Our next planned exit from the big house, will be our 2 week stint in Las Vegas, working the National Finals Rodeo during the first part of December. Other than that, it's good to be home with my girls.

A NON STARTER

After the memorial service for Joe, and some time in Marina at the house, it was time for me to get on the Harley, and ride back to the motor home near Hollister. As Marc watched and listened, the starter just spun, and didn't engage the motor. Several attempts later with the same result, it was back to the old tried and true method of pushing and bump starting the bike. In the old days, this was much more common than it is now. Thankfully, there was a small hill in front of the house, and on the second attempt, it fired up, and I was on my way. With only one stop for gas without turning off the motor, I was back at the motor home about 45 minutes later. Thanks Marc for the push.
I called Art, and arranged to bring the bike over to Modesto H-D yesterday, arriving at the shop at about 10:30am. As soon as I unloaded the bike, it was rolled into the shop, and by the time I finished visiting with some of my old friends, the new starter was installed, the bike was detailed, and I was on my way south by 1pm. Even though I'm sure everyone gets good service at Modesto and Jamestown Harley-Davidson, I have a hunch that my quick turn around had something to do with my relationship with Art & Linda. Whenever I'm involved in a conversation that has to do with failed partnerships, I'm always quick to point out, that's not always the case, that Patty and I are living proof of a great partnership with Art & Linda, and Everett and Lori, who are still among our best friends. Thanks again Art, for arranging the quick fix to my bike. I owe you another one!

A FAMILY LOSS

Chandra, our daughter-in-law, recently lost her father Joe, and his memorial service was yesterday in Monterey. I extended my stay here in Central California, so that I could be with the family and attend the service. I only had the pleasure of being with Joe on a handful of occasions, but he was the kind of guy who instantly made you feel welcome, and was a genuine nice guy. I'm sure that if we had lived in closer proximity, Joe and I would have been buddies, and probably would have gotten into all kinds of mischief. I'll never forget when Chandra and Marc got married at Bass Lake, part of the ritual was Tuxedos and flip flops for all of the wedding party, including Joe. This was Chandra and Marc's thing, but Joe was right there with his Tux and flip flops, walking Chandra down the aisle, and enjoying every second of the experience. He and Eloise were there with Patty and I in Tucson, when Chandra went through the terrible experience of losing her first pregnancy. I really liked Joe, and our hearts are with Chandra, Eloise and the entire family, as they work through this difficult time of grief and change.

AN OLD FRIEND

I first met George (Scooter) Sousa almost 30 years ago, when Patty and I lived in Los Banos, CA. Scooter was born and raised in Gustine, CA, and still lives in that small west side community. Yesterday, I rode the Harley E/B over Pacheco Pass, then north on highway 33 into Gustine, hoping Scooter would be at his small business. Except for a few more gray hairs, he hasn't changed much from the day I first met him. Back in the early 80's, Scooter rode an older Sportster, and not only did he look the part of a biker, he lived the biker lifestyle. We became friends, and I like to think that my influence brought him a little more toward the center, and his influence took me a little more toward the edge. Fortunately, through all of the countless rides, and activities, we both came through it all, with a lot of great memories, and no permanent scars.

We spent a couple of hours, talking about the good ole days, and what has happened to all of the old crew. There's only a few of them left, and neither of us have much contact with those that remain. Scooter has a lot of pictures on one wall of his shop, and as we were talking about many of the old faces, the stark reality was that most of them are not with us any longer. In fact, it wasn't too long ago that Scooter asked me for some old pictures that he was going to use at a memorial gathering for 3 old friends - Manuel, Frank & Ronnie, who are all gone. We vowed to someday revisit the Yuma Prison Run, which used to be one of the rides we all used to look forward to, back in the 80's. It was good to see this old buddy, and now that he is once again unattached, I won't be surprised if I hear the sound of his Harley in our Lake Havasu driveway.

A GRANDAUGHTER REUNION

Yesterday afternoon, I rode over to Marina (near Monterey), to see Marc, Chandra & Laila at Chandra's mom's house. It has been quite awhile since I last saw Eloise, and the past year has been difficult for her. Not only did she just lose her husband Joe, but she has also had health issues to deal with. I got a chance to spend some time with her, and she is doing remarkably well considering all that has happened recently. Joe's funeral is tomorrow, and I'll be going back to Marina before heading home to Arizona.
The bright spot of the day for me, was seeing my kids and granddaughter for the first time since the middle of May. Five months doesn't seem like a very long time, but in terms of the growth and maturing of a young child, it's an eternity. Laila will be 5 years old in a few days, and it's amazing to me how fast she has advanced in just a few months. Before we departed for the summer, we drove to Tucson, in order to spend some time with Marc, Chandra and Laila. Even though Laila hasn't physically grown a whole lot, it didn't take a long conversation with her to quickly notice the change and growth of her vocabulary. I was also pleased to see that she lacked the initial shyness that was usually present when we hadn't seen her for a long period of time. She ran up to me for a big hug, which warmed ole Grandpa's heart a whole bunch! I told her that Grandma Patty loved and missed her, and we would both be seeing her a lot during the coming winter months.
As I got ready to head back to the motor home, Marc asked Laila if she wanted to sit on the Harley for a picture, and she quickly agreed. I actually started it up, and moved from the shade into the sunlight, so she got her first ride on a Harley-Davidson. By the time I got back to Hollister, it was almost dark, and time for dinner. I'm almost finished with the two yummy casseroles that Patty fixed for me before I left, and when they're gone, it'll be time to head back to Arizona.

A RETURN TO THE SURF

While growing up in Watsonville, and particularly during my high school years in the early 60's, a summer day at the beach was as normal as it got. Before the drivers license, we used to ride our bicycles the 3 or 4 miles out to what is now Pajaro Dunes, but back then before the million dollar homes, it was just the beach. Later, when my friends and I started driving, we ventured farther north toward the Santa Cruz Beach and Boardwalk, and spent many a day at the multitude of beaches between Watsonville and Santa Cruz. One of those beaches was Manressa State Beach, pictured above. One of my earliest attempts on a surfboard was at this very beach, and the results were not very pretty. The waves at this beach were more suited for body surfing or body boards. The best waves were farther north toward Santa Cruz, and as my buddies and I got more proficient, we gravitated to the areas that had larger and longer waves. This was the era of the Beach Boys music, and the beach was the happening place for our younger generation.
When cars and girls began to be the focus of our attentions, cruising the Boardwalk was the place to see and be seen. I'll never forget the night that my best friend got one of the very first 64 G.T.O.'s, and he and I had more fun showing off his car, and at the time, it's incredible power.
As they say, those were the good ole days that were so perfectly captured in the movie "American Graffiti" with Ron Howard and his 1958 Chevy Impala. My first car was also a 58 Impala, and while I cruised around the Santa Cruz area yesterday on my Harley, I couldn't help but reflect on lots of great high school memories that were generated at, or close to the beach.

MOTORCYCLE HEAVEN

Despite my slow Internet connection, I simply had to download this picture on the blog, even though it seemingly took forever. This photo is illustrative of the weather, and the scenery on my ride yesterday. There are some motorcycle guru's who insist that Hwy 1 on the Pacific Coast, between Cambria and Monterey, is without a doubt, the best road in the world, if you are on two wheels. Arguably, I tend to agree, that this 100 mile stretch of scenic highway is without equal, and in my humble opinion, it is the holy grail of motorcycle roads.
I began my ride on Hwy 25, and headed south toward Paso Robles. With the wind in my face on an almost cloudless day, with temperatures in the upper 70's, I found myself thinking, it doesn't get much better than this. But, when I got over on the coast highway, it did get better. When you catch a beautiful day like yesterday, the ride on Hwy 1 is the epitome of what riding a motorcycle is all about. Even though I don't ride nearly as much as I used to, when I catch a day like yesterday, it makes me think that I will never give up the Harley, no matter how old I get.
Today, I'm headed over to the Santa Cruz area, where I'll revisit many of the places that I used to frequent as a teenager, and in later years, when I worked there in the early 70's.

CHILDHOOD MEMORIES

I'm stuck with this slow Internet connection, so no pictures for a few more days. Hey, at least I can get online, even if it's super slow.
Yesterday, I rode the bike north to Morgan Hill, and a Camping World Store, where I returned a faulty adjustable water regulator that I had purchased while we were in Washington. From there, I rode west over Hwy 152 (Hecker Pass) to my High School town of Watsonville. When I was 10, we moved from Bass Lake to Watsonville, and that's where I lived until my two years in the Army in 1966 and 1967. When I was discharged, I had a family, (Michael was born in 67), and we lived in Watsonville for almost a year before I began my career with the CHP. After the academy, we moved to Southern California, where Marc was born in 1969.
I drove past my old home on McKenzie Ave, and then past our other home on E. Lake Ave. While riding around this part of town, I couldn't travel more than a few feet without another memory flashing through my head. Many business' that were there when I was a kid, are now gone. Some of the homes I remember as friends houses were only similar in size and shape, as most had been painted a different color, or something else had changed to alter their appearance.
Several times I saw something that caused me to remember an occasion, or an old friend that I hadn't thought about in years. It was a nostalgic trip down memory lane, and reminded me how many years have past since those carefree days of my youth.
From Watsonville, I rode south on Hwy 1 to Castroville, then back to Hollister and the Thousand Trails at San Benito. This morning, I'm riding south on Hwy 25/101 to Paso Robles, then back up the coast highway, through Big Sur and Monterey.

NO INTERNET

For some reason, our Sprint Data Card just doesn't work in our former hometown - Jamestown, CA. I had the motor home parked behind Jamestown Harley-Davidson, Monday and Tuesday nights, while some maintenance work was being done on the Harley. When we park at our friends, Everett and Lori's house, about a mile from the business, the data card doesn't work there either. Don't know the answer, other than it simply doesn't work.
I left Jamestown a little after noon, and drove west to the Thousand Trail Preserve, about 15 miles south of Hollister, CA. My plan while here, is to do some day rides around the Monterey Bay area, and attend Chandra's dads funeral, the first part of next week. Marc will fly back into Monterey this Sat. or Sun. and I'll connect with the family when he gets back up here. After the funeral, it's back to Arizona, where Patty will be just a couple of weeks away from her trip to Greece, with her son David. She's the pet sitter right now, and when she leaves, I'll take on that responsibility.
Even though I'm able to get on line here, the connection is really, really slow, so I doubt that I'll be able to post any pictures.

AN ALARM WARNING

My apologies for the lack of news from the Dan, Patty, Sami & Gracie house, there just hasn't been a lot to write about. We've been busy getting our big house in order, and attending to lots of routine things. However, the Travel by Chance is again on the road, even though it's only one of the four Chance's. I hooked up the enclosed trailer to the motor home, loaded the Harley in the trailer, and left yesterday morning, headed toward our former home town in California. The plan is to have some much needed maintenance work done to the bike at Jamestown Harley-Davidson, see some friends, then find a place to park the motor home, and do some day rides on the Harley. Not everything goes according to plan, and yesterday was no exception. I had only been driving for a couple of hours, and decided it was time to pull over and check the security of the bike. I pulled off of I40 in Ludlow, CA, about 90 miles west of Needles, and 50 miles east of Barstow. When I was satisfied that everything was OK, I drove toward the westbound on ramp, and just as I turned the corner, my Pressure Pro tire monitoring system alarm went off. I pulled over adjacent to the on ramp, where fortunately, there was a lot of space away from the traffic. The monitor showed the right rear inside dual tire was rapidly losing air, and by the time I stopped, it was down to 14 pounds. I double checked the tire with an air gauge, and by then, the tire was completely flat. Darn, here I am in the middle of the Mojave Desert on a Sunday, with no spare (no diesel pusher motor homes come with a spare), and the immediate future doesn't looking to promising. I called Good Sam, our emergency road service provider, and things started to perk up from that point. It was about 1 pm, and after several call backs, Good Sam had found not only a tire service company, but also had found an exact replacement tire. By 3:15, I was back on the road with a brand new $602 Goodyear tire, and feeling a lot poorer, but like I had dodged a major bullet. I was way behind schedule, but still managed to make it to Bakersfield before dark, and good ole camp Wal-Mart, where we have spent many a night. Today, I'll finish the drive to Jamestown, and hopefully, there won'[t be any more alarms going off.

IT'S HOT

Even though the thermometer in the motor home shows an outside temperature of 114, it really only got up to about 108 yesterday. Only 108! Are you kidding? That's still about 25 degrees above my comfort zone. Where is that coastal fog we left behind in Oregon, where the daytime temperatures were typically in the 60's. If it sounds like I'm whining, well, I am. We returned to Lake Havasu this year about 3-4 weeks earlier than we normally do, so it looks like we will have to wait a little longer before our good winter weather arrives.
On a sad note, Marc called yesterday morning to tell us that Chandra's dad Joe, passed away on the 26th. His passing was unexpected, which makes it all the more difficult for family & friends. Chandra was on a plane north to Monterey, CA, to be with her mom and brothers, and Marc was home temporarily with Laila, before he most likely would also be heading for CA. We only met Chandra's parents, Joe and Eloise a few times, but they are a part of our extended family, and our condolences and prayers are with Eloise and Chandra during this period of grief. We're waiting to hear from Marc, to see if there's anything we can do to help the family through this tough time.

HOME

We made it home to Lake Havasu City yesterday, and the temperature only got up to 104! Yea, but it's a dry heat, right? Actually, it wasn't as terrible as I thought, and we got a lot done. Cleaning out the motor home was the first priority, and we'll finish that task today. Some of our plants didn't make it through the hot summer, but all of our trees are OK. Everything in the house seems to be OK, I just have to remember how to reset some things. Readjusting to the water bed, will take a little doing, and remembering to not flush the toilet with my foot, will also take awhile to get used to. All in all, it's good to be in our big house, and we'll deal with the 100 degree temperatures for a few more weeks before it starts to cool off.

WILLIAMS, AZ

Williams is the home of the Grand Canyon Railroad, and this steam engine is on display in front of the depot. We rode the train to the Grand Canyon a couple of years ago, and one of the nice things besides not having to drive, is the train drops you off only a few steps from the south rim of the canyon. We did have to drive however, but the distance from the Grand Canyon on Hwy 64 to Williams, is only about 50 miles. We checked into the Grand Canyon Railroad RV Park a little before noon, and had lunch at their depot restaurant. The only choice was their buffet, so we gave it a try, and were not impressed. The choices were very limited, and the $12 cost was excessive for what you got. I never walk away from a buffet hungry, no matter how limited the choices are, and I didn't this time either. From lunch, we inquired about possible summer employment from the same concessionaire - Xanterra, that Patty checked on while we were at the Grand Canyon. Not as many possibilities, particularly for me, but Williams would be a nice spot to spend the summer, as the elevation of approx. 6500 feet is about the same as the Grand Canyon. This morning, we are going home! We're both anxious to return to our big house in Lake Havasu City, even though the daytime temperatures are still above 100 degrees. We have lots to do, once we arrive back on Meadows Drive, and I will continue to post on the blog, but perhaps not on a daily basis.

THE GRAND CANYON

There are 7 Wonders of the World, and the Grand Canyon is one of those 7. This isn't our first visit to this incredible natural beauty, and I'm quite sure, it won't be our last. We drove south from Page, AZ, on Hwy 64, and were in the park by mid day. This is one of our last stops, before going to our winter home in Lake Havasu City, AZ. The purpose of this visit isn't just to admire the gigantic hole in the ground, but to inquire about possible seasonal employment for next summer. I've had my eye on a transit bus driving job for the last couple of years, and stopped to pick up an application. So far, it meets all of the personal criteria. Employment from about May to mid September, $20+ per hour, a place in the park to park the motor home for about $150 a month, and a really neat place to spend the summer. With my experience, particularly as a Supervisor for the Transit System in Glacier National Park, I'm pretty confident that I won't have any trouble getting hired. However, that is a long ways down the road, and a lot could change between now and then.
Patty picked up an application and some information from each of the 3 park concessionaires. Xanterra, Delaware North, and the Grand Canyon Association, all operate various facilities within the park, and the potential for Patty to land a seasonal job is pretty good. If she didn't work, that would certainly be OK, but she thinks that instead of taking the summer off, like she did when I worked at Glacier National Park, that she wants to work, at least for part of the summer, or in a part time capacity. This morning, we're headed a short distance toward the south, and Williams, AZ. That's the home of the Grand Canyon Railroad, and even though we're probably not going to ride the train again, Williams is an area we want to explore a little more.

MORE DESERT DRIVING

From Ely, NV, we drove south on Hwy 93, then east on Hwy 319, crossing into Utah, and skirting Zion National Park to the south. Eventually, we crossed over the Glen Canyon Dam Bridge, and stopped for the night in Page, AZ. The picture below, (click to enlarge), shows the upstream side of the dam, and the bridge over the Colorado River. Our journey for the day was probably the longest of the summer at 376 miles. Our first stop in Page was at the Page-Lake Powell RV Park, where even though there were numerous, visible open spaces, I was told that they were "full", except for tent spaces. My reply was that I didn't think we would fit into a tent space, and what about all of the empty spaces? There were 3 people behind the counter, and it seemed that it was more important for them to ignore my question, than to try and answer it. After a few seconds, I overheard one person say to the other - "she'll get mad if we put anymore up there". I asked again - "so are you full or not"? The answer again came back that they were full. At that point, and with that attitude, I wouldn't have taken a space for free, even if they had offered. We drove over to the Wal-Mart SuperCenter, and parked with a bunch of other RV's.
Earlier in the drive, we crossed from Utah into the northern reaches of Mojave County, AZ at Colorado City. This part of Mojave County (same county as Lake Havasu), is geographically isolated by the Grand Canyon, and it takes many hours to drive here from the county seat in Kingman. This community has been unofficially know as the Bigamy capitol of the U.S. and is occupied almost exclusively by a spin off from the Mormon Church. These fundamentalists of the Latter Day Saints believe in multiple wives, and until recently, were pretty much left alone. A few years ago, their leader, a guy named Warren Jeffs was arrested and convicted of forcing under age girls into marriage. His high publicity case blew the lid off the secrecy surrounding this town, and now, Mojave County has a much higher presence with law enforcement, prosecutors, and counseling.
I missed the opportunity for a picture of a sign we saw as we were leaving Ely, yesterday morning. It said "ANYBODY BUTT HARRY REID". This sign was huge, and I was tempted to go back and take a picture. I hope the sign is prophetic, and the people of Nevada send a message to D.C. that big government, unlimited spending, and burdening future generations with massive debt, is just simply unacceptable.

THE LONELIEST ROAD

Not much in the way of scenery, except desert, and more desert, on what is commonly known as the loneliest road in America. U.S. Hwy 50 across Nevada is indeed a lonely road, in that there is very little traffic, and it's a long way between what you might describe as civilization. We pulled out of the Gold Dust West Casino RV Park at 10 am, and pointed the Camelot east toward Ely, a little over 300 miles away. Despite the continual desert landscape, (which I actually like), driving either the motor home, or the Harley across the wide open spaces, is about as stress free, and relaxing as it gets. I'm sure it's not for everyone, and probably the majority of folks can't wait to end what is to them, a boring drive. When I'm behind the wheel, or the handlebars, in this environment, my mind tends to wander in all kinds of directions. When we passed by several old Pony Express locations, I couldn't help but wonder, what that existence in the middle of the desert must have been like. As spoiled as we are today, with all of the modern conveniences, it's almost inconceivable what hardships the early pioneers faced when either living in, or crossing the western deserts. We passed through the small towns of Austin and Eureka, but for those 300 + miles, that was about it, in terms of any types of services. We pulled into Ely at about 4 pm, and I tried to get a space at the Prospector Casino RV Park, but they were full. A little farther down the road, we stopped for the night at the Valley View RV Park, and will be hitting the road this morning, still heading toward the Grand Canyon.

LEAVING CARSON CITY

This morning, we're headed east on Hwy 50, destination - Ely, NV, about a 350 mile drive. It's been years since the last time I drove across the "loneliest road", and I'm looking forward to the wide open spaces, and the scenery in the small towns, like Austin and Eureka.
Our stay here in Carson City the last 3 days, has been busy, as we have been doing a lot of research for an RV Rally we're putting together for next year. Yesterday, we made all of the tentative arrangements here at the Gold Dust West Casino and RV park. Our next stop was the Carson City Tourism Bureau, where we obtained all of the necessary information for a group reservation on the train. While there, we were given the name of Patrick, with the visitors bureau in Virginia City, who was the person who could best help with arranging a group luncheon. We drove back up to Virginia City, and met with Patrick, who walked us around to the few establishments who had the room and capability to feed up to 50 people. The previous day, we stopped at the Cafe del Rio, and even though everyone we talked to, spoke highly of the food quality, they really didn't have enough space for our group. After spending an hour or so with Patrick, we had gathered more information, and after a few phone calls, should be able to make arrangements for lunch, when we get off the train in Virginia City.
Patrick gave us 2 complimentary tickets to the Silver State Police Museum, which is located in the old Storey County Jail, one block off Virginia City's Main Street. This museum has an unbelievable collection of police memorabilia. Most of the collection relates to Nevada Police Agencies, but I even found a display or two, that was related to my previous employer, the California Highway Patrol. A very interesting, and unusual museum, including the old jail section of the courthouse, that was in use up to 1986. We're on the home stretch now. Just a few days, and we'll be back in Lake Havasu City, where hopefully, the daytime temperatures will have dropped below 100 degrees.

VIRGINIA CITY & A BROTHEL

Our goal yesterday was to find an eating establishment in Virginia City, that could accommodate a group of about 25-50 people. When our Family Motor Coach Association (FMCA) Golden Spike Chapter arrives here for the rally we are planning next year, we will need a place for lunch, when we get off the train in Virginia City. We also needed to scout out possible transportation from the train depot, to the restaurant. Just down the hill from Virginia City, and east of Carson City, there are a few businesses that are only legal in certain counties in Nevada. The picture below shows one of the more famous of those establishments, called the Moonlight Bunny Ranch. Now lets get one thing perfectly clear. We weren't doing any advance work, with the thought of utilizing the expertise in this business, as one of the attractions of our rally. I think it's safe to say that even though the services provided in a legal brothel might be attractive to one of the sexes, it's extremely doubtful, that there would be much interest by the other gender. The drive through the Bunny Ranch was purely for the purpose of historical research, as the original Virginia & Truckee Railroad right of way, passed by this business, only a few feet to the west. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it!
When we arrived in Virginia City, there was the usual Sunday congestion, which I suspect is pretty normal during most of the summer. While there, I obtained the name and phone number of the person we need to contact for transportation from the depot to the restaurant.

We also stopped at the Cafe del Rio, pictured above, and talked to the staff about providing a lunch for our group. Even though the owner wasn't there, we were given the best time to call, and make the necessary arrangements. Everyone we talked to, said this is the best restaurant in Virginia City for our group luncheon. Since we have about a year before all of this will happen, our main goal is to obtain contact information, and loosely set the agenda for the few days that we will all be here. This morning, we will be talking to a couple of people here in Carson City, who will be able to give us more information on a group dinner here at the Gold Dust West Casino, where we are parked. And, we'll be stopping at the Visitors Bureau, to speak to a lady who will be able to help us with a group reservation on the train. With that accomplished, our research will be done, at least for now, and tomorrow, we'll be heading east on the Loneliest Road in America, US Hwy 50.