A BBQ & A POOCH PARTY

We've been busy the last couple of days. Yesterday, we had some friends over for a BBQ, and despite a cloudy day with cooler temps, it was good to get together with some of our buddies. It was Ron's birthday, so Megan brought a cake, and I think we all got plenty to eat.

L to R, Ron, Judy, Jeanette, Patty, Jim, & Bob

We hadn't seen Jim & Megan since before summer, and it was good to catch up with their work summer at Dollywood in TN. We shared our experiences while living & working at the Grand Canyon this summer.

Ron, Jeanette, Jim, & Bob

Jeanette, Megan, Jim, & Bob

This group of friends all made the connection when we were summer work camping in Skagway, Alaska. Bob, Jeanette, & Jim, Megan spent 4 summers with us in that tiny town in Southeast Alaska, and we've become good friends from that first meeting in 2004. Ron & Judy were also there that first year, but didn't spend all 4 summers in Skagway. As always, it was good to get together with our friends, and it was a nice visit.

This dog is a Shiloh Shepherd, and caught my eye.

On Saturday, we spent a couple of hours at the Pooch Party, taking place this weekend at London Bridge Park. We watched the Mohave Sheriff's K-9 demonstration, as well as a Frisbee contest, & even a beauty contest. For anyone who likes dogs, this is a must on your calendar.

This Welsh Corgi has always been one of my favorites.

Some of the vendors, and a partial view of the "POOCH PARTY".

With the last name of CHANCE, whenever we see the word in writing, our natural reaction is to focus on it. I can't tell you how many times in my life, that in response to someones question regarding the spelling of my name, I have come back with "take a chance", and then, they usually get it. This group of critters were all up for adoption through the local humane society, and lets hope that some of them found a loving home. The alternative for these dogs, and many thousands like them, is not very attractive.

KELLI WARD FOR SENATE

The London Bridge Park was the scene yesterday for the annual Pooch Party. If you like animals, dogs in particular, this is an event that has everything from Police K-9 demonstrations, to Frisbee catching critters. In addition to the dog activities, there were vendors, and yes, even an aspiring politician running in the upcoming Republican Primary for State Senator.

This was the second opportunity that I've had a chance to talk to Dr. Kelli Ward, and I'm convinced that she is the right choice to represent Lake Havasu City in the State Legislature. Before I turn all of you non Western Arizona readers off, rest assured that the BYCHANCE Blog is not morphing into a political action committee, but, from time to time, I have been known to voice my opinion regarding political issues.

I'm not going to get into specifics, but generally speaking, I think the politicians (both state & federal) have taken this country in the wrong direction, particularly with out of control spending. Fiscal conservatives like Kelli Ward are exactly the remedy for bringing back some financial sanity to government, and accountability to the voters. Unfortunately, the current, and past political leaders have taken us so far into the financial abyss, that bringing the pendulum back will probably cause considerly pain, most likely to almost everyone. This is what really gets me angry! The irresponsible deficit spending policies of both political parties in the past, have taken us to the edge of the cliff, and we're all facing the consequences.

After talking to Dr. Ward, and reviewing her positions on everything from health care, to the economy, I think it might be time to get involved, and give the silent majority a little louder voice. I would encourage anyone who might be interested, to check out Kelli Ward's facebook - Kelli Ward for AZ Senate, or website DrKelliWard.com, and if you're a voter in her Senate District, at least take a look at her positions before voting.

OUTA CONTROL

There's no hope, I'm convinced that we are totally out of control! We've sunken to the lowly depths of deprivation, as we have been seeking that perfect treasure, hidden away in someones pile of junk, cleverly disguised as a garage, or yard sale. The way we have been searching through other peoples throw away stuff, you would think that we don't have the proverbial pot to p#$$ in, and that our lives are as hopeless as the occupy wall street crowd. When you're up at the crack of dawn, with the GPS programed to strategically take you from one sale to the next, and you just know that the early bird gets the worm, the word urgency takes on a new meaning.

Yesterday, we spent about $50, not to mention 1/4 tank of gas looking for treasures. When the dust had settled, I was glad I had a truck, and wasn't driving a VW Beetle. When we finally called it quits, about 25 garage sales later, we had accumulated a whole bunch of stuff that we didn't need. But, when something sells new for X amount, and you can get it for only a buck, how in the world can you pass up a deal like that! Unfortunately, there were a whole bunch of those super bargains that ended up packing the back of the truck to the brim.

Here I am with our days treasures, which included 2 pot shelves, a crock pot, a bread maker, an umbrella stand, a drink warmer, an ammo can, assorted books, XMAS decorations, a toothbrush holder, & probably something else I've already forgotten. No, we already had the dog.

There were 55 garage sales advertised in the weekly white sheet, and around the 8am hour, the numbers of vehicles at any given location can be almost frightening. There were a few times when I had fleeting thoughts of resurrecting my former career, and either directing traffic, or writing parking tickets to the idiots who park right in the middle of the road. I guess it's all about being at the head of the line, and being the one to find that hidden treasure. There's almost a cult mentality involved, as we sometimes followed, or were pursued by the same people from one sale to the next. Heck, as much as Patty likes to chat with folks, I'm surprised we don't have a bunch of new friends coming over for dinner tonight.

I guess when you're retired like a lot of folks in this town, garage sales cater to a bunch of people like us, who have the time to become somewhat addicted to the pursuit of that perfect find. When that happens, I'll be sure and let everyone know. In the meantime, the pile of stuff for my next garage sale is piling up!

GO GABBY

If you missed Diane Sawyers interview with Congresswoman Gabby Giffords last night on ABC, it was beyond inspirational to see the tremendous progress she has made since being shot in the head 10 months ago, by a lunatic gunman.

Patty and I watched with awe, how far she has recovered from the terrible damage done by the bullet wound to her brain. Her husband, Astronaut Mark Kelly provided home video that chronicled her recovery, from right after the shooting, to where she is today. At one point, when she became frustrated during a therapy session, and started to cry, I would be willing to bet that there were several million viewers with a few tears as well.

Much like a movie script, this remarkable story about a woman with such determination is ongoing, and the final scenes are yet to be played out. Ten months ago, the story line was would she live? The idea of her returning to Congress was hardly even a passing thought. After watching last night, I wouldn't rule anything out, in respect to her ability to resume her job as a Congressional Representative for Southern Arizona. When asked that question, her answer was "better", which translated by her husband, meant that she wanted to get better before making that determination.

I think it's safe to say that even though Gabby is a member of Congress, which enjoys approval ratings that are at historical lows, her favorable ratings would be through the roof! Politics aside, this woman deserves a special place in American History, and even though she feels no anger toward her assailant, many of us do.

NHRA vs NASCAR

Yesterday was the last NHRA Drag Race of the 2011 season, and it was the next to last NASCAR race of the year. For the race junkies out there like me, we are approaching the time of year when there are several months of no racing action on the tube.

I'm a fan of both styles of racing, but ever since I witnessed my first drag race in Fremont, CA, where "Big Daddy" Don Garlits won the top fuel action back in the early 60's, I've been a devoted follower. When we retired from our Harley-Davidson Dealership, and joined the NHRA circuit, pulling the brand new Harley-Davidson Pro Stock Drag Bike Team merchandise trailer, I just knew that I had died and gone to heaven. Being part of that racing community for 2 years was like a dream come true. We were a part of that traveling road show for 2 seasons (2002 & 2003), putting almost 50,000 miles on our motor home, and seeing a good part of America in the process.

Toward the end of the season, the individual drama involved with those drivers who are competing for the championships, can be quite interesting for race fans like me. The last NHRA race of the season was completed yesterday in Pomona, CA, and the professional champions were all crowned. Out of the 4 pro classes, the one that we were most involved with was Pro Stock Motorcycle, so that's a class that is always on my radar screen. When the dust was settled at Pomona, Eddie Kriewic, on the Vance & Hines, Screaming Eagle, Harley-Davidson V-Rod, won his 2nd championship trophy. Since we were a part of that team when it started in 2002, they have won the championship 5 out of the last 10 seasons. That's a record that most race teams would love to have, and I'm sure there was quite a celebration last night.

There's one more NASCAR race next weekend, and it looks like the new champion will be either Tony Stewart, or Carl Edwards. After that, the long dry spell begins, and I'll be counting the days toward February, when both series start their respective racing action once again.

FREEDOM RALLY

In conjunction with Veteran's Day Weekend, the annual Freedom Rally was held for the first time on Main Street (McCulloch Blvd). In years past, the event venue had been down by the lake at Windsor Beach. The first time Patty and I attended this patriotic gathering was a few years ago when the Vietnam Memorial moving Wall was displayed.

There are a lot of things that Lake Havasu City is not, but for sure, it certainly is a City that embraces patriotism. There are so many residential flagpoles (including ours) with American Flags flying in the breeze, that you can almost say that when you drive around town, you are almost never out of sight of an American Flag. I suspect that with a large retired population, many of the city residents are Military Veteran's, even though there is no Military Base nearby.

This plaque was on the side of one of the firetrucks, and kind of hit home when I read it. You may have to click on the picture to enlarge the text.

As events go, this was not one of the best attended, but there was a pretty good crowd wandering up and down Main Street, checking out the vendors, and the other activities. Later in the evening, there was a concert by the Fryed Brothers, a band that I have seen many times back in the days when I attended a lot of motorcycle events. Fireworks were also on the agenda after the live music. Needless to say, we were back home when all of this took place.

When I returned from overseas in 1968, a military uniform was not very much admired or respected. So glad that has changed.

A lot of the vendors had nothing to do with Veteran's Day, but they provided a good mix for the crowd. We walked from one end to the other, before heading down to the island, where I walked/ran my 3.6 miles, and Patty walked about the same distance along the London Bridge Channel. It was a good day to be an American, and living in a country that honors the service of it's Military Veteran's.

YADA YADA

The past few days have been pretty routine around here, and as a result, not much to write about. We did make a quick trip to Sam's Club in Bullhead City on Monday, and I've always got little projects going on around the house, but nothing to get really excited about.

Last week, we got into the garage sale thing, finding a few treasures for cheap. This week, starting yesterday, we continued in our quest for that perfect find, not really even knowing what it might be. Yea, there are a few things that I'm looking for, like some heavy bookends for all of my train books, but it's mostly one of those - "I'll know it when I see it".

Our local weekly White Sheet with all of the ads, comes out on Tuesday, and the photos show a map of the city, with locations for all of the garage sales. The ones highlighted in blue were yesterday, and we made our way to all 12 of them. Today is an orange day, with a total of 22 locations. What in the world did we ever do without G.P.S.?

As holidays go, today isn't one of the most celebrated, but in my mind, it's one of the most important. Veteran's day here in Lake Havasu is a big deal, with a parade this morning, and a closure of Main Street with all kinds of festivities. It shouldn't matter what your personal, political, or other beliefs are. Everyone should be thankful that we live in a country where freedom really means something. No, it's not a perfect world, but the sacrifices of all who have worn a uniform also means something, particularly those who gave the ultimate sacrifice. Today is a day for remembering, and giving thanks to the millions of Vets who have served their country.

GUNS N ANNIE

On our Sunday trip out to the Desert Bar, I took along a few of my guns. After leaving the Bar, we stopped at an area that is well frequented by folks that like to make noise with their firearms. Let me just say that this isn't a weekly routine with us. As a matter of fact, since moving to Lake Havasu in 2002, this was the first time that we had both done any shooting in the desert.

The 2 guns that got the most action were both 22's. One was a revolver, and the other, a Ruger 10-22 that I had never fired since purchasing in Oregon a couple of years ago. Patty had never fired either gun, so she got most of the action, and surprisingly, hit the target almost every time.

I told her she needed to change her name to Annie Oakley, and get a summer job doing shooting exhibitions. Not really, but her hits were impressive at a distance of about 25 yards.

After killing the target, and a few pieces of junk left at this desert shooting range, we drove back to the highway, and then home. I have a feeling that we'll be making another trip or two out to The Desert Bar this winter, and perhaps Annie Oakley will ride once again!

THE DESERT BAR

There isn't much about this place that you can call conventional. The Desert Bar started as an old copper mining claim in the Buckskin Mountains, north of Parker, AZ. It sits out in the middle of the desert, on a dirt road, about 5 miles from the closest paved road. The only sign is the one shown below, and it's about a half mile off Hwy 95.

Yesterday was our third trip out to the Nellie E. Saloon, and the first time we stuck around long enough to enjoy the live music. Because the Desert Bar is in such an isolated location, the electrical grid does not reach it, and the source for electricity is from solar panels. The history of this very popular watering hole is pretty interesting, and if you're curious, click on the above link for all of the details.

This 1927 Oldsmobile is one of the first things you see upon arrival at the Desert Bar.

"The Church" is made entirely of metal, and is one of the unique landmarks at the Desert Bar.

The entrance bridge over the wash was completed in 1981.

After about a 20 minute drive on the dirt road, we arrived at this desert oasis just a little after their opening time of high noon. For years, water was hauled in by truck, then in 1997, Ken the owner drilled a 360 foot well which serves as the current water source.

The outside bar serves as the food area, and the inside bar is for drinks and souvenirs. Not exactly expecting an IN N OUT quality burger, I ordered one for $3, and it served the purpose of quelling my hunger. When the band started playing, I would probably categorize the music as somewhere between the Grateful Dead, and country. I think these guys were from Southern California, and they were actually quite good.

Inside the Desert Bar before the crowd started to fill the place up.

"No, that burger isn't for me, but I'm enjoying the sunshine".

The Shakedown, a group of 5 young guys, making some good music.

After an hour or so of listening to the band, we left the Desert Bar, and passed a bunch of vehicles heading toward this very unique place. Before we got back to the highway, we stopped at an unofficial shooting range in the desert, and unloaded some ammunition. More of that tomorrow.

SEAPLANES BY THE BRIDGE

This is about the third year that we've spectated at the remote (radio) controlled seaplane classic, and it's always been fun to watch these miniature airplanes flying & landing on the lake. When this event kicked off on Friday, the wind was blowing, with afternoon gusts up to 30 mph. We waited until yesterday, when the wind had died down, and the conditions were almost perfect.

There was a good crowd of folks, who like us, brought our fold up chairs. We watched everything from aerobatic flying, to a few planes that crashed into the water. I would guess that the later proved to be rather expensive for a few of these pilots. Some of these planes were so big that it took two people to carry them down to the water.

This plane was helicoptered down to where the tail actually touched the water.

Some of the best seats in the house were in the boats that anchored just outside the flying area. The flying pattern was clockwise, but with up to 7 planes in the air at any given time, I was sure that at some point, we would see a mid air collision. Many of the pilots seemed to ignore the pattern, and were doing loops and other maneuvers that put their planes at risk. But, by the time we left, the only crashes we saw were single plane incidents.

Some of these planes looked just like the real thing.

These ducks were looking for a handout, and had almost no fear of the people.

BEFORE

AFTER

The before and after show a replica Piper Cub that did a spectacular spiraling nose dive right into the water. Hard to say what went wrong, but it's probably safe to say that it wasn't the way this seaplane was meant to land on the water.

We enjoyed watching these small airplanes flying around, and it's one of many events that take place here in Lake Havasu City during the winter months.

IN N OUT BY THE BRIDGE

The classic crossed palm trees was an inspiration from the movie It's a Mad, Mad, Mad World.

Is there anything more American than a burger? When McDonald's became one of the first to start the franchise boom in the fast food business, there were many others to follow.

In 1948, Harry & Esther Snyder opened the original IN N OUT on Francisquito Ave. in Baldwin Park, CA. There are many dissimilarities that separate IN N OUT from the other fast food restaurants. At the top of the list is the quality of the burgers. For this fast food junkie, it's not even close to which brand comes in second. The logo at IN N OUT is "Quality that you can taste", and it's so very true. Even the fries are cut fresh, and nothing is ever frozen.

I've mentioned it before, but my introduction to IN N OUT was in 1969, when, upon graduation from the CHP Academy, I was assigned to the Baldwin Park CHP Office. When the new CHP office was built in 1970, it was just 2 blocks down the street from the original IN N OUT. Back in those days, there was no indoor eating area, just a covered patio with picnic tables.

In 1972, when I transferred from Southern California to the Santa Cruz Office, it took awhile to get used to not having my favorite fast food available. Now, IN N OUT is in 5 states, CA, AZ, NV, UT, & TX. When the first IN N OUT opened in Tucson, AZ in 2007, it broke company records for the most burgers sold in one day, and during the first week. Now, the company has 258 locations, and my wife insists that the only reason we moved to Lake Havasu City, is because there is an IN N OUT located here.

There is indeed an almost cult following of the brand, and I'm certainly right in there with that group of folks. Thanks Dave for the gift card, and the IN N OUT mug. It was the perfect birthday present!

Taken yesterday, inside the Lake Havasu City IN N OUT.

IMMEDIATE FAMILY

March 1, 1980, the start.

Since we returned to Lake Havasu from our summer jobs at the Grand Canyon, we've only left once in the motor home. That was a 10 day trip to Carson City, where we helped plan an RV rally for our friends in the Golden Spike Chapter, and a quick visit with friends and family in CA.

The blog is mostly about new experiences, particularly when we're on the road, encountering new adventures. When we're home, the challenge to post on a regular basis becomes a bit more difficult. Writing about trips to the grocery store, or what we watched on TV, isn't exactly worthy of the effort, in both writing and reading.

Patty's brother, Michael.

So, I thought I would flash back a few years, and post some photos of our immediate family. With both of our parents gone, Patty has one brother - Michael, who lives in San Francisco, CA. She has one son - David, who lives in Modesto, CA. I have two boys, Micheal & his wife Amy live in Augusta, GA. Marc, his wife Chandra, & our Granddaughter Laila live in Tucson, AZ. When we got married in 1980, the age of our boys were....Mike - 12, Dave - 11, and Marc was 10.

This is the last time our 3 boys were together, approx. 15 years ago (maybe longer), at the drag races in Sonoma, CA.

The newest family member, Laila, born in 2005.

This picture of Mike, Marc & Toga was taken in 1972, when we lived in El Monte, CA

Patty and I have a lot to be thankful for, and we're looking forward to having part of our family with us on Thanksgiving. Marc, Chandra, & Laila will be here for the holiday, then, just a few days later, we'll all fly to Fort Lauderdale, FL, where Mike & Amy will meet us. After a week long cruise into the Caribbean, it won't be long before we'll be heading to Tucson for the Christmas Holidays. Lots of activities on the horizon, and most of those times will be spent with family.

NEW ISLAND HOUSES

When the economy tanked a few years ago, housing development on the island was just getting off the ground. We watched a few large homes being built, then everything came to a screeching halt. The homes that were completed sat empty for a very long time. Then, last year, we started to see a few smaller homes being built. This sign, advertising a new home, lot & landscaping for $249,900 also appeared last winter. When this exclusive island development started, the sales prices on the few homes built, started at about a half million. Those prices are a dream in today's reality.

Part of the old airport property, near where the terminal building used to be located.

My daily constitutional around the 3.6 mile island path included a half mile run yesterday for the first time this year. The impact of not running for lots of months was quickly brought to my attention, as I finished that half mile. Gasping for oxygen would be an understatement! Even though we'll be in and out of Lake Havasu for most of the winter, I hope to log more miles on the path this year, and hopefully, increase my stamina for longer runs. Again, the aging knees will probably be the deciding factor.

One new house being built at the upper left of the picture.