Escape from Seligman, Routine Maintenance and a New Favorite Place

The job at the Seligman KOA did not work out for me. I lasted barely three weeks even though it was only a two-day workweek. The job mainly consisted mainly of checking in new arrivals but also cashiering the store and cleaning rest rooms (there were only two). Before I started I was told that the work day would be from 8 to 10 in the morning and 2 to 6 in the afternoon. That gave a four hour break over lunch, but there was little you could do with it and I just took Duffy for a walk in the campground and read in the motorhome. The day started with checking the restroom areas and laundry room, light cleaning as needed, then opening the office which included opening the front door at 8:00 AM, setting up the cash register for the new day, making coffee, turning on various lights, and booting up the two Microsoft computers. In addition there was a CD player that continuously played the same ten or fifteen songs from the 50s over and over and over again with the volume required to be set at level “9.” And lo, to me if I ever forgot to turn on the music!

The software that KOA uses is antiquated and very difficult for me to get a handle on. It’s a DOS based program (remember DOS from the 1980s?) that is anti-intuitive with a confusing and clumsy user interface. In addition to that the owner/manager was difficult for me to get along with. She was loud and blunt and her sense of humor was not humorous, often abusive, not only to me but to other employees and even the customers. She was a micromanager who made what could have been a good workday into an uncomfortable daily experience. The day started at 8:00 AM and went until 10. There was supposed to be a 4-hour lunch break but it was actually only three because, before opening the office at 2:00 PM, the restrooms needed to be thoroughly cleaned and, if any of the cabins had been rented the previous day, they needed to be cleaned as well. At the end of the day the register needed to be cashed out. This too was a complicated procedure that included printing an adding machine tape. She stood over my shoulder while I did this and if I printed an erroneous tape, she would jump on that saying that I was wasting paper. This paper waste was all of about 4 inches of a 1½ inch wide tape. She would often burst into the office in mid-sentence expecting me know to know the thread of her thoughts. One afternoon, after break: “…tell me my hair was a mess?! I said I wasn’t going to take a shower but when I saw my hair I had to take a shower. I don’t want anybody thinking that I take showers without reason (in the middle of the day), especially when I said I wasn’t going to take a shower!” This at full volume. “I wasn’t paying any attention, I guess,” I replied. “Why would I care what your hair looks like?”

There was no salary with the job, only the camp site with all utilities. A few hundred yards away ran a mainline railroad mostly freight trains at an average rate of every 20 minutes, 24/7 but after awhile, this went unnoticed. There were almost no trees in the campground leaving the RV sites exposed to the sun most of the day.

During my third week I got a call from the management people at Yellowstone National Park asking if I was interested in working there for the summer. I told them I was interested, thinking I could leave this unpleasant situation. I told the KOA manager that I would be leaving. She said, “OK,” and stormed away in her little golf cart. I shouted after her, “don’t you want to know the reason?” She backed up the cart and said, “why?” I told her about the job offer. She asked when I would be leaving, I said tomorrow, which would have been Sunday. She drove off only to come zooming back a couple of hours later saying she wanted me to pay if I was going to spend the night. I had packed up earlier in the day thinking she might boot me out. I said, “I’ll leave now,” and was on the road in less than an hour. Good riddance.

Late Saturday afternoon, the 19th of May, I arrived at Rush Truck Center to have some routine maintenance done to the coach. I had called them on Saturday and made an appointment for Monday. I parked the coach in the Truck Center parking lot, waiting for the shop to open on Monday morning. Duffy and I would dry-camp here for the next three nights.

As it turned out, I didn’t take the job at Yellowstone, although it offered a campsite at reduced rate and a salary of about $9/hr. I would have worked 5 days per week, nine hours a day and would have to leave Duffy alone all that time. I could have used the money to supplement my static retirement but both my dog and I would have been very unhappy with the situation.

The routine maintenance on the coach did not solve a nagging high engine heat problem as I had hoped it would. I had the cooling system drained and flushed and the radiator steam cleaned, all to no avail. Also had the transmission serviced and engine oil changed. With that out of the way, on Tuesday May 2nd we headed north up U.S. Highway 89 out of Flagstaff to Bonito campground in the Sunset Volcano Crater National Park. Things are looking up!

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Route 66 KOA near Seligman, Arizona

Duffy and I are camped at a KOA in Northern Arizona near the town of Seligman. It is located along the old and famous Route 66. This segment is the longest remaining continuous length of route 66. I runs from about 20 miles east of here, near the town of Ash Fork, to Los Angeles, California. I now have a job working here in the office checking campers in and out and doing some cleaning. I work only two days a week (Tuesday and Wednesday). For this I get a campsite with full hook-up in a great location. Here we are equidistant (roughly 70 miles) from the towns of Kingman, Prescott and Flagstaff. The Grand Canyon is only a 2-hour drive away and Havasu Falls is about 75 miles. With five days off per week I plan to do some serious sight-seeing and hiking. Right across the road from the KOA is a huge area called Boquillas Ranch, some 800,000 acres of open high desert at the north end of which is the Grand Canyon and Havasu Falls. I take Duffy there frequently and let him run, using a ball-chucker to get him started, then he finds his own sniffs and snuffles to explore.

I am really at a disadvantage with my little Mazda MX3. While it is a light car, tows easily behind the coach and good for running into town for groceries, it is low-slung and unsuitable for anything but the flattest of roads – not good for driving on the many unpaved roads that lead to the most interesting places. So I’m looking for a basic Jeep – the WWII variety would be good. We will see.

Please note: This post will be out of sequence. One of my excuses for avoiding regular updates is that I was so far behind it would take a long time to prepare photographs and catch up on our travels. (Professional Procrastinator Association reason #23.) So I’m using this one to break the ice and will go back and fill in the blanks later to include our stay at the Bar J and travels north from there. They will be mostly photos and little text.

Here are some images from our one week here in the Juniper Mountains of Northern Arizona: CLICK

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At The Bar J in Tucson

The Bar J Ranch in the far southwest corner of Tucson is a comfortable place to stay. Owners Paul and Gale Murray are pleasant hosts and Paul, in particular, will do most anything to make “his people” comfortable. I stayed there for six months in the winter of 2008-2009. In addition to being a good place to escape the nasty northern winters, it is located near Tucson Mountain Park, the Arizona Sonoran Desert Museum and the International Wildlife Museum. The Bar J is a small RV Park but the sites are roomier than most places I’ve been. There is no swimming pool (I found that I rarely used a swimming pool at any RV park I’ve visited), but there is a Tiki Hut created with an artistic hand by Paul and Gale. (I just went through my photos of the Bar J and can’t believe I don’t have even one of the tiki hut.) The monthly fees are very reasonable.

By the time the camper was parked in my old site, plugged in and leveled it was late Friday evening, January 27th. I spent a couple hours catching up with Gale and Paul, and with my old neighbors and friends Joe and Ottie Smith. You may recall that they come to the Bar J every winter – “snow birds” that drive all the way from Maine. When I had stayed here in 2008 with Geordy, they had two dogs, Go-Go, a pure white, gentle giant of a German Shepherd, and medium sized mixed breed named Cinnamon. It took only a short time for Geordy and his two neighbors to become fast friends and every day we took long walks on the sand and gravel roads near the Bar J, mostly letting the dogs run free. Sadly, a few months later, Geordy died at the early age of eight years on September 14, 2009. The Smith’s dogs also passed away over the couple of years since last we met. I acquired Duffy in November 2010 and the Smiths also acquired two new dogs, Cinnamon and Honey, aka The Spice Girls. It was an identical situation when Duffy met his two new neighbors – a short period of getting acquainted and then fast friends who would romp and play until they dropped from exhaustion. One time these three rambunctious amigos were playing catch-me-if-you-can around the RV park when they spied an old couple walking toward our two sites. They ran to greet them and Duffy jumped up on the woman as Cinnamon and Honey ran circles around them, all wanting to make new friends. When Paul saw the dogs “accosting” this elderly couple, always having the well-being and safety of his “people” in mind, he came over and said for us to tie them up and he put the kibosh on their freedom. Later that day he came back to us and said he would build a fenced in dog area and it would be done by the time we returned next year. Well, the next day he brought a posthole digger, some chain link fencing, posts, a gate and a few bags of concrete mix and proceeded to built a “safe” area for our pooches. To our delight, within another day it was finished. The Smith’s and I pitched in for a shade awning to create some protection from the sun in the new doggie play pen. We continued our daily walks in the desert but now could leave our pets to play in their new fenced-in yard. We set up chairs outside the enclosure and spent hours being entertained by their playful canine antics. It was better than watching TV – no commercials and it was truly live and unscripted.

Ralph and Lynn, our good friends from Helena with whom we camped at Cattail Cove, you may remember, had moved to Organ Pipe National Monument so Duffy and I broke camp at Bar J and drove to OPNM to spend a week with them. Organ Pipe is another unique desert area and at this time of year, March, is very comfortable. There were many trails to hike in the park and a few geocaches to find.

Afterwards Duffy and I returned to the Bar J and Ralph and Lynn camped nearby in Tucson Mountain Park where we visited with each other a few more times before they hit the road to continue their travels.

Click on the links below to view images from our stay at the Bar J.

Tucson Mountain Park
Kitt Peak
Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument
Pima Air and Space Museum

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Final Leg: Coarsegold to Tucson

Duffy and I arrived at the Bar J on Friday afternoon the 27th of January. This ended a liesurely 900-mile, month-long road trip from the Wine Country RV Park in Windsor, CA. We stopped for a couple of weeks at Park of the Sierras SKP park in Coarsegold, CA. Then took a few days to make the trip to Lake Havasu City, Arizona, stopping overnight at Bakersfield and then Barstow, California. We landed at Cattail Cove near Lake Havasu where we met up with Ralph and Lynn Guay for an enjoyable week of camaraderie, good food and catching up. Brothers Chuck and Chris came up Friday evening from the Phoenix area and left Sunday morning. They brought a tent and sleeping bags and sacked out near the Monaco, which I have dubbed Joker, after Jingles’ horse in the Wild Bill Hickock show. Joker, as I recall, would often leave the hapless Jingles in a quandary – a mare’s nest, one might say. Someday I will write about my own hapless experiences with this bus I now call Joker.

The weather did not cooperate for the Balloon Festival over the weekend as winds were high and the day was cold and mostly overcast, but Chuck and Chris and I enjoyed each others’ company for the short time they stayed in camp.

Ralph and Lynn and I, and Duffy, of course, shared a few meals and some games together (like Scrabble and 10 Phases) but mostly we enjoyed the desert scenery, some hiking and I introduced them to geocaching. We found a half dozen geocaches right there in the Cattail Cove campground and now Ralph and Lynn are hooked on the sport and are continuing on their own as they travel their own route. You can learn more about Geocaching by clicking on this link: Geocaching.com

The Guays and I pulled out of Cattail Cove on Wednesday morning. They continued south a few miles to camp along the Colorado River near Parker, AZ while Duffy and I continued toward Tucson and the Bar J Ranch, our ultimate goal on this excursion. But along the way we spent two nights at White Tank Mountain Regional Park near Sun City where we were joined by my friend Liz, who lives in Glendale, Arizona. Liz is a talented jewelry maker and lapidary artist. She showed me her workshop which takes up her entire garage. Her collection of raw gem stones and rocks lines the fences of her ample yard. She will be *entering one of her beautiful creations in a competition at the gem and mineral show in Tuscon in February.

Duffy and I arrived here at the Bar J Friday afternoon and, while it took awhile to set up camp because of “catching up” with Paul and Gale Murray, the owners of the park, it felt like coming home again because I had stayed here for about seven months in 2008-09 with Geordy. The Bar J is a neatly kept, no-frills park with full hookups for RVers. The hosts are great folks and at $400/month for full hook-up and 50-amp service and free use of a washing machine and a solar dryer, it can’t be beat. (There are clothes lines outside to solar dry your clothes and get that old, familiar “sunshiny” smell that mom used to provide.) I reunited with some other friends, Joe and Ottie from the last time I was here. They come here every year from Maine to spend the winter. They have two dogs, Ginger and Honey, whom Duffy gets along with very well and they now have each other to play with. They can run free in the park here until/unless more RVers arrive who might object. Right now everyone is OK with them having the run of the place. I have a couple of other friends, Al and DeAnna, who live nearby in town and will hook up with them soon, too. Duffy and I will be here for a month or two then decide what to do next.

Liz, who lives in Glendale, Arizona (near Phoenix) came out to the camp at White Tank Mountain Regional Park (near Phoenix) and we took a hike in the desert with Duffy on leash.
Duffy and Me
I have always liked White Tank Mountain Park, having hiked and bicycled there years ago when mom and dad lived in Sun City.  It was good to visit again if only for a day. Liz is coming down here on Thursday for the Gem and Mineral show and will bunk with Duffy and me until February 6th or so. It will be nice to have someone besides a dog to talk to (no offense, Duffy). Liz is a talented jewelry maker and lapidary artist. She showed me her workshop which takes up her entire garage. Her collection of raw gem stones and rocks lines the fences of her yard. She will be entering one of her beautiful creations in a competition at the show.
*(As it turns out, Liz won first place in the “Hob Nob” competition with her Clear Quartz with Single Filament. Yay Liz!)

We have been here at the Bar J for a couple of weeks now and I am just getting around to updating Roadrunner. I have several excuses for taking so long but the main one is my propensity for procrastination. Anyway, here are some pix of places we have been since we left Coarsegold, CA and those beautiful Sierra Mountains that enfold Yosemite:

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Yosemite Valley

It’s getting close to leaving time and I wanted to make another trip to Yosemite. The park is huge and cannot be appreciated in a few hours drive so I will plan to come back here when I migrate north in the summer. We (Duffy and I) left Park Sierra yesterday (Thursday) around one-thirty in the afternoon. It was a clear, sunny day and temps were in the mid-60s. I drove directly to the Yosemite South Entrance, about 27 miles from Coarsegold. Yosemite Valley is another 35 miles beyond the entrance and the speed limit in the park is 35 MPH max on a winding, narrow, two-lane road. By the time we got go Tunnel View, which offers a spectacular view of the valley, it was after 4 PM. The sun was low and the temperature had dropped to the mid 30s. True to form, I forgot to bring warmer clothes and nearly froze my *whiskits off before we turned around and headed home. I envy my dog since he is comfortable in wet or dry, cold or warm.

My Nikon D90 performed flawlessly in the cold, in spite of my stiff fingers and shivering body. Have a look: Yosemite

*Whiskits is a term my sons Sam and Ben will understand. Use your imagination…

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On The Road Again

Hi, folks –

Well, we are finally rolling once again after a 15 month stay in Windsor, California where I was able to have my lower back repaired by the fine physicians at Fort Miley Veterans Hospital in San Francisco. Getting on the surgery list took some months and the recuperation took longer than I expected but it’s a nagging problem that has been with me for years and now I am on the mend, although still have a ways to go.

I have previously posted some of my experiences and adventures in Windsor on this blog and now that I am traveling once again should be updating more regularly.

I and my new companion, the year-old, eighty-five pound Golden puppy, Duffy, left the Wine Country RV Park in Windsor on Thursday January 29 and headed south. It took an entire week of preparation and packing because over the months I had become well entrenched there. As an incorrigible packrat I had acquired numerous useless items that had to be sorted through and disposed of either at Goodwill or the dumpster. The closer I got to the leaving date, the more stuff went directly into the trash. We somehow got out of the park as planned by 10 O’clock Thursday morning and had an uneventful 5-hour drive to cover the 250 miles from Windsor to the Park Sierra SKP RV park at Coarsegold, California, our new temporary camp. We will be here through January 16th at which time we leave to meet our friends Ralph and Lynn Guay near Lake Havasu, Arizona for the annual Hot Air Balloon Festival.

When viewing the current pictures note that the controls are at the bottom beneath the images where you can choose to run a slide show or view the images one at a time. Viewing in full screen mode is recommended.

This is beautiful country here in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada mountains. I posted some pictures of a recent excursion to Millerton Lake and a short “scouting” drive to Yosemite. They can be seen by clicking here.

Hope everybody had a very Happy Holiday and you are looking forward to an exciting 2012. Happy New Year Everyone from Duffy and me.

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Point Reyes Day Trip

One of the great benefits about living in this area of California is the proximity to the coast. A forty-five minute drive brings you right to the shores of the Pacific Ocean.


Duffy & Me

I often take a drive on the spur of the moment to grab a few photos. Click on the link to view the results of one such excursion:
Point Reyes

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An Incident In The Desert

It was a hot evening and I was unloading my laundry from the 5-gallon bucket that served as my washing machine. It had been dangling from a chain in the back of my pickup truck, ala John Steinbeck, “Travels With Charlie.” The bumping and bouncing of the road as I drove agitated the clothes in soapy water as we travelled and would render them spotless in a few hundred miles. About two hours out of Scottsdale I stopped to gas up, dumped the sudsy water and filled the bucket with cold, clear water for the rinse cycle. T-shirts, shorts, socks and a bed sheet had been dancing all day and now that we had arrived at our campsite it was time to unload the clean clothes, ring them out and hang them up to dry during the arid desert night.

I tied a rope from the back of my camper to a nearby palo verde tree and strung out the wash to dry then took Geordy, my golden retriever/traveling companion on a hike along a nearby trail to the top of a bluff to watch the sunset. When we returned to camp, Geordy took a long drink from his water bowl, then scratched a comfortable place in the sand next to my camp chair and lay down to cool off. I fetched a bottle of beer from the onboard fridge, joined Geordy and breathed in the cool, clean desert air. It had been a good day.

The next morning I arose, made coffee, and took Geordy on his morning perambulation as the coffee maker groaned out a fresh pot of rich, dark brew. When we returned I had breakfast and fed Geordy. Later, after washing the dishes and cleaning the camper I took down the laundry and folded it neatly for storage inside but the sheet lay in a crumpled heap on the ground, probably blown off by a stiff morning breeze. I picked it up and rolled it around my arms and set it on one of the folding chairs outside the camper while I re-filled Geordy’s dish with fresh water. I returned to the sheet, grabbed two corners and shook it, dislodging the sand that had blown onto it over night. As I began to fold it in halves my hand brushed against something that felt unfamiliar. I held the dark blue sheet out in front of me to have a look and I saw two small rounded shapes, each about the size of a half-dollar. I laid the sheet out on a nearby table and reached for the two tan spots that clung to my sheet. I flicked at one and it fell to the ground, then unfolded like a coiled spring and began to move. It raised its tail in an arch over its back, spread out its eight legs and pinchers and began to scamper toward Geordy. Its tail erect, pinchers wide open as if reaching for an invisible victim it looked like a crazed alien in search of food. Geordy, who was peacefully and imperviously catching an early morning nap, raised his head slightly and his big brown eyes sleepily followed the approaching bug. I quickly ran after the small creature and stomped on it. As I lifted my booted foot it continued to scamper toward Geordy as if I had done nothing. I stomped again, this time pressing my foot hard and turning it into the desert hardpan, scraping my foot backwards in an attempt to crush the threatening creature. This time, when I lifted my foot, it lay there mixed with the soil, its legs twitching slightly but I knew it was dead. Then I slowly became aware of a crawling sensation on the wrist of my left hand, which was still holding the sheet. I looked over and saw the other scorpion making its way up my forearm. It’s tail was poised in a threatening arch, the point dangling threateningly above its head. I dropped the sheet and shook my arm violently but the creature would not fall. I took my right hand and brushed at the crawling creeper knocking it to the ground. It quickly scampered under the camper, out of reach, out of sight.

A vision of the offended and possibly widowed creature amassing an army of vengeful arachnids infested my imagination. I suddenly felt itchy all over as if hundreds of creepy crawly things were violating my legs, arms, belly, back, neck and face – crawling through my hair! I quickly leashed Geordy and led him into the camper but before I unclipped him I made him stand up on his hind legs and gave him a thorough examination. No bugs.

What to do? We can’t live in fear like this, cowering inside the RV like a couple of chickens hiding in a coop from the big bad coyote. Besides, there are certain calls of nature that need to be answered and right now the two of them were beckoning with forceful persuasion. (I cursed myself for not having hooked up the water and electric to the camper yet, thinking I would use the park facilities this morning and hook up at my leisure.) And Geordy was due for another morning walk.

I sat looking out the window at the sunny desert landscape. Scrub brush and saguaro cactuses populated the campground as far as one could see. A gentle breeze herded a family of tumbleweeds lazily across my field of view and a jack rabbit briefly bounded out of a nearby saroyo but quickly darted back out of sight. Did it sense the corps of creepies forming beneath my floor boards?

At last I could wait no longer – my bodily urges were becoming acute. I put on my hightop hiking boots and a harness leash on Geordy lest he try to linger and sniff out the enemy below unaware of the danger to his tender snout. I opened the door, grabbed Geordy’s tether and leaned forward, carefully scanning the ground below. It was clear. I jumped down to the ground, avoiding the extended step, moved away from the camper a few feet and tugged on Geordy’s lead. He resisted. He had found something on the kitchen floor and was pawing at it playfully. I panicked and pulled forcefully on his leash. “Come!” I shouted. Startled at the tone of my voice he jumped out the door. I looked inside and saw a wounded moth gyrating frantically on the tile floor.

I went directly to the “comfort station” with Geordy in tow and took care of business then headed down the trail to the ranger station, allowing Geordy to perform his own morning routine along the way. I wanted to learn more about Sonoran scorpions. The ranger, a tall dark-haired fellow about forty years old with a square jaw and a chiseled, humorless face said it was most likely a Bark Scorpion and that, while their venom is among the most powerful, they rarely cause death in a healthy human adult. “What about Geordy?” I asked.


Bark Scorpion

“Your dog might have more serious problems than you but probably would suffer no lasting ill-effects. This sting has been compared to that of a yellow jacket but ten times more intense,” he said. He also said that they mostly hunt at night in the cover of darkness and are rarely seen during the day. The one that skittered under my camper probably sought the safety of its hole in the ground and stayed there until sundown. Like most animals in the wild, they avoid human contact. The two probably came up from their holes during the night when the sheet had been blown down and felt secure during that day under the dark blue cover. He also said that they are individualists and do not form packs or armies and have never been known to seek vengeance.

If you really really need more information about these creepily interesting arthropods, click on its stinger:

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An extended stay in Windsor

Since my last entry earlier this year I have been living in Windsor, California dealing with a long-standing, nagging lower back problem. The discomfort became so great that I could no longer enjoy being active. If it hadn’t been for Duffy (see “New Companion” entry below) and my sister Jo and her friends I would have done nothing but sit and try to avoid pain. My “puppy pal” got me up and around and kept me from feeling too sorry for myself and Jo, and her friends (who have become my friends) helped to get me off my butt and moving around to parties and even some camping on the coast. I visted with my sister Sam and her fambly in Castro Valley and that got me up and about as well.

In November, 2010 I applied for surgery at the VA hospital in San Francisco to try to correct the problem. A few months later I was on the roster but a blood test revealed my blood sugar A1C reading was too high so I immediately went on a low carb diet. I lost 30 pounds in about three months and then was rescheduled for a laminectomy on June 13. Jo was kind enough to drive me to the hospital and my sister Sam was equally kind in taking me and Duffy into her home in Castro Valley for a few days afterwards to help me get back on my feet. I have been recuperating since then. It has been a slow, painful process but I feel I am making strides in the right direction. The laminectomy was a success but my back muscles had atrophied so much that now I have muscle spasms that are as painful and more massive than the pinched nerves that were freed up by the surgery. I am getting better but the process is painfully slow. I have decided to stay here in Windsor until my physical therapy is finished and there is no predicting how long that will be.

There was a Peterson fambly bash in Chicago this year that I had planned to attend but at the last moment decided not to go. I was feeling such pain that I didn’t feel up to traveling or socializing. Jo and her very good friend Mark Clark married earlier this month and the entire Peterson clan descended on Windor, California for the event and so I was able to see everyone at that time.

Jo’s and Mark’s hearts were joined together in one of the most beautiful ceremonies I have ever seen. The service took place on September 10, 2011 (9-10-11) on a clear, cool, sunny Saturday at the nearby home of Jo’s friends Rand and Susie. There were upwards of 120 people at the reception. It was a most joyous celebration of the union of these two people who enjoy so many of the good things of life together.

So here I sit in my motorhome at the Wine Country RV Park in Windsor with Duffy patiently sleeping beside me. All has not been lost, however, as I have pictures of the wedding, a few short hikes and campouts to share and all in all I have to say that life is good.

Pictures and more text to follow…

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Bodie, California – a ghost town

Last October I had an opportunity to photograph Bodie, California with my friend Betty. Bodie is a ghost town near Bridgeport in the eastern Sierras. We arrived late in the afternoon a couple hours before sunset and did our best to take as many photos as possible in the warm, waning light on this beautifully sunny, autumn afternoon. The freshening breezes blew softly as we tramped through wild grasses and among aging, rickety structures.


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Bodie is a California State Historic park and the buildings are said to be kept in a condition of “arrested decay.” They are maintained as well as possible to preserve their unique appearance but kept safely away from actual collapse. It was a wonderful photo op in the golden light of that October evening. Click here for photos. NOTE: These photos may be viewed as either a slide show or individual pictures. Play with the buttons to make your choice.

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