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Tuesday, April 3, 2012

SEA WORLD SAN DIEGO

No sleeping in yesterday morning. We were on the road to Sea World at 8:30 am. Only one "are we there yet" during the 30 minute drive through downtown San Diego. Upon arrival, we were quickly in the gate, and headed toward the first ride of the day, the mad teacups.

The rest of the day, until about 3 pm, was a mad dash from one attraction to the next, mixed in with a few rides and lunch. We saw 3 shows featuring Dolphins, Orcas, Sea Lions, and a River Otter.

The Blue Horizon show was pretty spectacular, featuring dolphins, aerial acrobats, and high divers. We all agreed, this show was the most entertaining!

Watching these huge animals jumping out of the water was pretty awesome. Shamu has been entertaining folks here at Sea World for a long time, and the stadium was completely full. I did notice one change from the last time I watched a Killer Whale show when the trainers used to go in the water with the animals. Not this time. Probably not since the incident where one of the trainers was drowned.

Miss Laila sat on my lap for most of the stadium shows, and by doing so, had a better view of the action in the water. We had a full day of sunshine, with almost perfect temperatures in the mid 70's. Life is good!

When the first "I'm hungry" was heard, naturally it was at the height of the lunch hour, and the lines were very long. We found one eatery where the wait was only about 10-15 minutes, and Laila and Grandpa dined on chicken and fries, while Grandma had a salad.

One of Laila's favorite activities turned out to be the huge web of netting, where the kids climbed all over the place. At the upper levels, there were tunnels, and buildings that connected everything together. This playground on steroids was so big, it was hard to keep track of where she was, as her movement was perpetual motion.

This giant air bag was almost like a trampoline, as the kids bounced from one side to the other.

The Sea Lion show was pretty funny, featuring two of the Sea World veterans, plus a Sea Otter.

We were entertained by the Sea Lions at this large enclosure, as they begged for small fish that people were throwing. Some of these guys were pretty inventive with their begging techniques. The guy on the rock had a loud voice, and when he decided to use it, everyone payed attention.

When we returned to the Thousand Trails, it was still warm, so, with bathing suits on, we headed over to the heated pool for some water time. We had not seen Laila swim, and she certainly isn't afraid of the water, as she was all over the pool. After about an hour in the water, it was dinner time, so we headed back to the motor home.

It was a busy day, and by the time we watched the movie Cats and Dogs on DVD, we were all ready for bed time. Not sure where we're headed today, but I know we're not in as big a hurry as we were yesterday.

Monday, April 2, 2012

BALBOA PARK

Parked at the Pio Pico Thousand Trails, near Jamul, CA (E/of San Diego).

Our first day on the San Diego adventure was started with Laila's favorite breakfast item, Grandpa's "Mickey Mouse" pancake. She gobbled up two of these before we piled into the jeep, and set off for Balboa Park in downtown San Diego.

After some serious frizzy hair fixing by Grandma, Laila posed for a picture, with her "My Mom Rocks" shirt front and center. From where we're parked, it's about a 30 minute drive into San Diego, short enough not to hear those most famous words, "are we there yet"? Our destination was Balboa Park, home to the world famous San Diego Zoo. Because we had a leisurely morning, I decided to save the zoo for another day where we'll get an earlier start.

Our first stop was at the 1910 Carousel , one of the last in existence that still offers a chance to grab the brass ring. We rode this authentic merry-go-round twice, with Laila on a dog the first time, and on a horse the second time.

It's often interesting, how certain smells can transport you back in time, to places that are associated with certain aroma's. While inside this mostly all wood structure, if I closed my eyes, I would have sworn that I was inside the carousel at the Santa Cruz Beach and Boardwalk. While growing up in Santa Cruz County, the boardwalk was a place that I knew quite well.

If there's one thing that's a given, if a train ride is anywhere nearby, Grandpa can sniff it out in a heartbeat. So it was with the Balboa Park Railroad. We only had to walk a short distance from the Carousel, to the train station, and we soon heard that very familiar "All Aboard".

The train ride was about one half mile, and it didn't last very long, but put me on just about anything that travels over steel rails, and I'm a happy camper. The 1950 era diesel engines were authentic down to the last detail, and it's neat to see that kids of all ages are still enjoying these miniature park railroads.


Laila picked the seat right behind the engineer.

When Laila saw the balloon artist, one of the sculptures caught her eye, and she decided that it needed to go home with us. We watched with awe, as this guy created a combination bear and flower, and the finished product is displayed below. Always interested in the business side of just about everything, I asked this individual if he had to rent his little space. His reply was that it was based on a monthly lottery among street vendors. Two years ago, he won a permit for all 12 months. Last year he only scored a permit for 3 months. I guess times are tough for even the unconventional worker.

Laila with her new air filled toy.

This little yellow bucket spun around, and it didn't take Laila very long to figure out how to make it go, with just a little leg action. She kept coming back to this very simple fixture, and there was often a line of kids waiting to get themselves dizzy.

By the time we got back to the motor home, it was time to BBQ some chicken, and when that was done, Laila & Grandma played a card game while I watched the Las Vegas Drag Race. At my oldest son Michael's request, who's still in Afghanistan, I joined he, his brother Marc, and two other guys in a fantasy drag racing league. After the first weeks race in Gainesville, FL, I was in first place. After yesterdays race, the drivers I picked didn't do very well, and my top dawg position is in serious jeopardy.

This morning, we're headed for Sea World. Hope it's a sunny day like yesterday.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

ARE WE THERE YET?

It was exactly one hour and 5 minutes into our 8 am departure from the Desert Diamond Casino in Tucson, before we heard the big question. Over the next 7 1/2 hours, on our drive to the San Diego area, it's safe to say we might have heard that question just a few more times.

The drive across the desert of southern Arizona & California was pretty routine, just a little longer than someone would have liked. Armed with more electronic devices than Grandpa even knew existed, they only served to occupy part of the time, as we headed westbound on Interstate 8.

Early in the morning yesterday, before we left Tucson.

My co-pilot was seriously into one of her games.

According to my GPS, the total mileage yesterday was 393, and at this point, we still had 326 to go. We made a couple of stops, one for fuel at the Flying J ($4.08 for diesel), and one for a doggie break, but other than that, it was pretty much a mindset of lets get there before it's too late in the day.

During the course of our all day drive, we had to stop at 3 check points. 2 were courtesy of the Border Patrol, and one was the California Agricultural Inspection just west of Yuma. The illegal alien issue requires the Border Patrol to be pro-active, and I have no problem with stopping at any of their inspections. The California Agricultural inspections are a different matter entirely. We have driven in 49 of the 50 states in our motor home, and CA is the only state with these inspection stations. They even have these checkpoints out in the boon tulle's, on secondary highways where you enter CA. If you're in a car or pickup, they almost always just wave you through. But, if you're in an RV, that's a completely different story. Every RV has guess what? If you said a refrigerator, you would be correct.

So, as I pulled into the inspection station, I almost knew what the predictable question would be.
"Do you have any fruits or vegetables"? "Oh, yes, we have a refrigerator". When the lady came inside, and told Patty that she was confiscating a lemon, I just shook my head. No wonder the state is broke. The millions of dollars spent to support all of these inspection stations, just so they can keep an evil lemon from wreaking havoc, if allowed to cross the border, is almost laughable. Enough of that!


Gracie jumped up and stayed with Laila twice during the trip.

The second Border Patrol check stop, not too far east of San Diego.

After we arrived at the Thousand Trails, we explored a little bit of the park, and discovered a playground, and lots of B U N N I E S. We don't say that word around Sami, so the code word is B. We also saw lots of S Q U I R R E L S. That's another word that's taboo, so our second code is SQ. Laila was speaking the special code for the rest of the day. During our first walk with Sami, somehow she didn't see any of those critters, but when she does, the Beagle howl will be loud and clear.

Today, after Grandpa fixes the requested pancakes, we're off to Balboa Park to see what new adventures we can discover.

Friday, March 30, 2012

ON TO TUCSON

One of Arizona's finest doing his/her job.

The drive from Lake Havasu City to Tucson is one that we've done many times. Leaving home this morning at 9 am, we pulled into the Desert Diamond Casino parking lot, south of Tucson, at a little before 3 pm. We had a prearranged plan for Marc, Chandra, and Laila to meet us at the Desert Diamond, where the kid transfer would take place, and where we had dinner.

This was our first visit to the Desert Diamond, and as Casino complexes go, this is a pretty good one. There was a good crowd pulling handles, ooops, pushing buttons on the machines, and the buffet was better than average. After dinner, we said adios to Marc & Chandra, and watched a little TV before we all crashed.

Parked at the Desert Diamond Casino in Tucson.

Tomorrow morning, we'll hit the super slab westbound for San Diego. Our reservation at the Pio Pico Thousand Trails is for a week, and hopefully, we'll squeeze in a whole bunch of new adventures, starting with Sea World. I have no idea what kind of internet signal we'll have, so at the very worst, I may have to take the laptop to the rec center. I guess I'll find out when we get there.

DESTINATION SEA WORLD

But first, we're driving to Tucson to pick up our Granddaughter Laila, then it's westbound and down for the San Diego area. Laila called us yesterday afternoon, I think more for reassurance that we were indeed coming to pick her up. When I told her we would be there tomorrow afternoon, she wanted to know where we were going. I told her it was an Easter week surprise, and that she was really going to like our destination. After a few more questions, the conversation moved onto a different topic.

This trip to San Diego with our Granddaughter has been in the works for awhile, and at 6 1/2 years old, she is at an age where traveling with her Grandparents in the motor home will be more meaningful than if she were at a younger age. This adventure was discussed quite some time ago, and you were right Mom, Laila was probably a little too young back then. But, after our recent, one week cruise in the Caribbean, it's not hard to see that she's at the age where not only will she enjoy trips with Grandma & Grandpa, but we'll also better enjoy the time with our Granddaughter.

We'll be parking the motor home at one of our Thousand Trails membership RV parks for the next week. This particular park is located near Jamul, which is about 30 minutes east of downtown San Diego. It should be a good base for several adventures in, and around the San Diego area. Stay tuned...........

Thursday, March 29, 2012

BLOG BOOK 2011

The inception of Travel By Chance, goes back to March of 2009. That's when I decided that an online journal would be a great way for our kids, and close friends to keep up with our travels & adventures. We were only a few weeks away from a 5 month, 12,000 mile loop around the U.S. and Canada, and chronicling that journey with a blog seemed like a good idea.

It's now 3 years later, and my morning routine of writing about something, not necessarily a travel adventure, has taken on a life of its own. Often, I have to get a bit creative, and my post topics have a wide range, from the not so politically correct subjects, to the latest and greatest in the RV world.

When I discovered that it was possible for the blog to be made into a book through Blog2Print, I didn't hesitate to have that first year of electronic posts made into a traditional, hardcover book. Each subsequent year, I've done the same, and the book for 2011 just arrived.

As the frequency of my posts have increased, so has the thickness of each book, and it's subsequent cost. I have 4 books printed each year. One for us, and one for each of our 3 boys. The last two books for 2009 & 2010 have been held until Christmas, but I think this year, we'll distribute the new books fairly quickly. In fact, we're taking the one for Marc & Chandra with us, when we leave for Tucson tomorrow morning.

The permanence of our blog in a hardcover book format is undeniable, and when we're long gone, a small window into our lives will exist for many generations to come.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

THE LAST BOAT DAY

With a lot to do the next couple of days, we decided to pull the boat out of the water yesterday. Even though we rented this slip for the entire month of March, we didn't get the boat into the water until we got back from the Gypsy RV rally in Yuma on the 9th. We're also missing a few days on the back end of the month, but it was still worth the cost, at least from the standpoint of convenience.

Our boat use this year was mostly around the island and in the channel. We didn't venture any farther south than Havasu Palms, and we didn't go north into the river toward Needles.

At noon, the channel was almost empty of parked boats.

With Spring Break starting to wind down, and the fact that it was only mid day, I thought we had seen the last of our Spring Break party action. Almost nothing was happening in the channel, but when we cruised past the Nautical Resort on our way to the boat ramp, we discovered this large crowd of Spring Breakers just getting the party started. Judging from the Colorado banner, I think it's safe to say these kids were from one of the colleges in that state.

I suspect that later in the day, this party probably got going pretty good. After we cruised through the Nautical Cove, we headed back to the marina, and put the boat back on the trailer. By mid afternoon, I was finished cleaning it, and with the cover back on, it was parked in the back yard for a few more weeks.

When I head for the Grand Canyon in about 5 weeks, the boat and two trailers will spend the summer under the RV shade cover. By the time we get back from the upcoming Easter vacation with our Granddaughter, the winter will just about be gone, and our transition back to the Canyon will be at hand.

Today, we'll be busy repacking the motor home for our Friday trip to Tucson, where we'll pick up Laila for a week. Should be fun spending most of the time in the San Diego area, where Sea World, the San Diego Zoo, and several other attractions will be on the agenda.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

FINISHED

At least once a year, and more than once during most years, the motor home gets a complete wax job. I'm not talking about any spray on, wipe off wax. This is the real deal, where you rub it on, let it dry, then wipe it all off. I've been a fan of Mequiars products for a long time, and have always been happy with the results.

When you add up all of the square feet on the outside of a 40' motor home, you'll probably come up with about 1,000. That's a lot of rubbing, not to mention how many times you have to go up and down the ladder. It's quite a job, and I usually work at it for a few hours over the course of several days. Yesterday afternoon, I finished with this project, and always feel good when it's done. In just a few weeks, our house on wheels will be parked at the Grand Canyon for the summer, and short of a cover, or garage, a good coat of wax is the best protection against the summer sun.

Last week, I waxed both the jeep and the pickup, so now, I don't have to worry about any of the vehicles for quite a few months. Today, the boat is coming out of the water, and when I get it back to the house, there will quite a bit of cleanup involved. I think that I'm about waxed out however, so, most likely after it gets cleaned up, the boat cover will go on, and that will be about it.

On a different note, I spoke with Nancy on the phone yesterday, and it seems that she' having one helluva time getting her new motor home registered in CA. I won't go into the details, but her blog Kissack Adventures chronicles the misadventures with that most wonderful of public agencies - The California DMV. Hang in there girl, perseverance will eventually pay off!

Monday, March 26, 2012

IT TAKES ALL KINDS

The big swap meet at the London Bridge shopping center was our destination yesterday, where we stumbled across this character, along with his dog, and his burro. His name is Howard West, and as best as I can tell, his story is that he's walking around the southwest, trying to raise $4,000 to save his 40 acre ranch. According to a story in the local paper, his property is somewhere in Nevada, between Las Vegas and Carson City, and I never learned why his acreage is in jeopardy.

I didn't speak with Mr. West, as he had people lined up to either buy one of his books, or just to chat with him. Conversely, there was no one waiting to pet his dog, so I took advantage of the opportunity to say hi to the guardian of the wagon.

If you set aside this guys story, and looked at his rig from strictly an entrepreneur's perspective, he didn't miss a beat. He had a donation can under where the dog was sleeping, and another donation can on the left rear tire of the wagon. Judging from the wad of money in his front shirt pocket, he wasn't doing too bad with book sales, and/or donations to his cause. I gave up a $5 in support of his animals.

I peeked in the back of his wagon, and he had most all of the basics. A little food and water for his animals, a sleeping bag, and a few other essentials. I'm not sure this lifestyle would be a fit for most people, but can you think of a better way to simplify your life? Sleeping under the stars, and the most basic of transportation (your feet). It can't get much more basic than that!

We're counting down the days until we pick up our Granddaughter Laila (this Friday), and take her in the motor home for a week. She doesn't know where we're going, but she does know that she's spending her Easter vacation with us. I don't know who's more excited, she, or Grandma & Grandpa.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

CHP MEMORIES

Not too long after I transferred from the Santa Cruz area office, to the Los Banos office in the mid 1970's, the CHP was in the process of establishing two specialized accident investigation teams. One team would be based in the northern part of the state, and the other team would cover the southern half. These teams were to be known as M.A.I.T. (Multi-Disciplinary Accident Investigation Team).

The need for much more comprehensive investigations, relative to those very serious incidents where multiple deaths were involved, was well documented. Often, the State of California was the recipient of wrongful death lawsuits, and it was vitally important to cover all of the bases during the initial investigation. The lack of a full investigation often left the state wide open for damages, and when millions of dollars were at stake during a civil trial, a flawed, or less than complete investigation was fuel for a good plaintiffs attorney's case.

My desire to enter this very specialized field was an ongoing, mostly self educational process. My Area Commander, George Edgerton (See #14 Captain George) was a graduate of U.S.C. and he was one of the few members of the CHP who had entered this arena of being an expert in the area of accident reconstruction. I think George recognized my intense desire to improve my expertise beyond the average training, and he became my cheerleader when the CHP announced that they were forming the two M.A.I.T. Teams. He had previously sent me to the CHP Academy for a one week class in determining speed from vehicular skidmarks. His recommendation to the Division Commander that I be considered for the northern team, I'm sure, carried a lot of weight.

When I traveled to Fresno for a series of interviews with not only the CHP brass, but also with some leaders of the Dept. of Transportation (CALTRANS), I knew that I was competing against several of my peers, who were well qualified. The interviews were exhaustive, lasting for several hours, and to my surprise, included copies of many of my previous accident investigations. When I left Fresno, I felt like I left a positive impression, however, I had no idea
what to expect.

It was a couple of weeks later that I got a radio call to return to the office from my beat on I5. Captain George was waiting for me, and as I sat in his office, he gave me the news that I had been selected as a member of the Northern M.A.I.T. Team. I remember thinking that the news was both exciting, and a little bit scary. In a sense, it was kind of like a city cop going from patrolman to homicide detective. I was entering a new world where I would be working alongside engineers from CALTRANS, specialists from our motor carrier division, and other experts in their respective fields. I had a lot to learn, and I was eager to jump in with both feet.

There were 9 other Officers selected to the northern team, and 10 selected for the southern team. These positions were on call only, and all of us remained assigned to our specific areas, continuing with our normal shifts, and responsibilities. When an incident occurred that met the criteria for activation of the team, one, or more of us would be called away to work the investigation. A typical team consisted of a CHP SGT, one or more CHP Officers, an engineer from CALTRANS, and a motor carrier specialist. The general criteria as I recall for team activation was 4 or more fatalities, unless a commercial vehicle was involved, then it was two fatalities. The team was often called by cities to due an impartial investigation involving a city police vehicle, where injury or death had occurred. We even got calls to do departmental, in depth investigations into CHP shootings, and other sensitive incidents.

My first investigation as a M.A.I.T. member was the rollover of a farm labor van that was transporting 16 farm labor workers. 5 of those workers were killed, and most of the other 11 were seriously injured. This accident occurred on state highway 99, south of Fresno. That investigation lasted several weeks, and as accidents go, it was relatively simple. One vehicle involved, and excessive speed was the main causative factor. When all of the disciplines submitted their investigations, including the human, environmental, mechanical, historical, and vehicular dynamic factors, the report required a 3 ring binder. I even took aerial photos of the accident scene from one of our fixed wing CHP aircraft.

I worked on several M.A.I.T. investigations over the next few years, and my expertise in the field of accident reconstruction grew by leaps and bounds. One of the perks of being on the team, was the periodic, specialized training at the CHP Academy in Sacramento.

In the mid 80's, I transferred to the Sonora Office in the Sierra Nevada foothills. At about the same time, the CHP had decided that each Division needed it's own permanent M.A.I.T. team, and that the on call approach was going to be a thing of the past. When the invitations to apply for the permanent position went out, I reluctantly declined to apply, because it would have meant a relocation to Division Headquarters in Fresno. I had just transferred to an office that took about 20 years of seniority to get into, and I still had one son in high school. My charter membership in an elite CHP society came to an end, but it was a great ride.