tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72999575546389606592024-02-18T20:09:45.533-08:00Phil & Marsha Go WestwardMarshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524458723763869831noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299957554638960659.post-1395359228296608722015-10-02T06:04:00.001-07:002015-10-02T06:04:32.663-07:00October 2, 2015.....Our Last Day Traveling...and, then We are Home!Winding up our travels.....and remembering I was soooo ready to get home!!<div><br></div><div>We enjoyed our visit with my aunt and uncle and my cousin and her nephew.</div><div>My uncle was always the camera / movie camera guy at all our family functions.</div><div>He had taken movie films of all of us kids when we were little. He had kept all those reels.</div><div>He found a few that he thought we would enjoy and had it set up to enjoy those films when we arrived.</div><div>It was a very thoughtful thing to do and I loved every second watching us all as little kids running around and being goofy in front of the camera......ahhhh memories....<br><div> </div><div>We had a nice relaxing dinner at my aunt and uncle's retirement complex.</div><div>And, later on we said our good-byes....</div></div><div><br></div><div>First thing in the morning we got on the interstate and headed east.....</div><div><br></div><div>Crossing the Mississippi River</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZXHcQs1pqUTbtIXfOtY8ChwUZdqNgJUazSFC8ab61X_ZxYTfnHkrBy7BrL05fYPi4Hw2pKejkIRHHHlSyeOUpdM7qjFPVEFdT6keXPPcrJ-YIm3C8nrB4_DufWd_pZOuaNy286jtlBr4/s640/blogger-image--445827262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZXHcQs1pqUTbtIXfOtY8ChwUZdqNgJUazSFC8ab61X_ZxYTfnHkrBy7BrL05fYPi4Hw2pKejkIRHHHlSyeOUpdM7qjFPVEFdT6keXPPcrJ-YIm3C8nrB4_DufWd_pZOuaNy286jtlBr4/s640/blogger-image--445827262.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">About 7 hours later......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxhLnvk_1fYk-SYFtT5_TS1ik2YTFXEsCSrlOhAcq38QyVlDq7x9tD-tXB4Goc3Vr3IoAQoI0gvB_YhZM4bcHPj9aERNY4z-JOp5DZMqmAOtjpC6-l2wnQMPmMP7GU2xYhUL8-Q340gfQ/s640/blogger-image--10412715.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxhLnvk_1fYk-SYFtT5_TS1ik2YTFXEsCSrlOhAcq38QyVlDq7x9tD-tXB4Goc3Vr3IoAQoI0gvB_YhZM4bcHPj9aERNY4z-JOp5DZMqmAOtjpC6-l2wnQMPmMP7GU2xYhUL8-Q340gfQ/s640/blogger-image--10412715.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We were heading north on State Road 13 in Indiana and there were many combines working their fields of beans. It was a welcome sight! It was dusk.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5X3Rt1qczwW2iv67Rp2E1eMNxSRc-t6sNU0do62H2Va-20xak7NqGGcrrnhEc9BT3VAPrwPTuHtFXJ_Z8aRTF4XUTMKoQuAlV2wHvRSZpEW3ve0cYooXqK62nrwYAL8FvxVySJgjltvE/s640/blogger-image--1219307351.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5X3Rt1qczwW2iv67Rp2E1eMNxSRc-t6sNU0do62H2Va-20xak7NqGGcrrnhEc9BT3VAPrwPTuHtFXJ_Z8aRTF4XUTMKoQuAlV2wHvRSZpEW3ve0cYooXqK62nrwYAL8FvxVySJgjltvE/s640/blogger-image--1219307351.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It was just beginning to get dark outside when we got home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Our family was "hiding" in our house and there were streamers and balloons all over the place!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">They jumped up and loudly said "Welcome Home"!!!!!!!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It was the best feeling ever......so glad to see them and love them up!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">They helped us unload and carry in and we chatted a little....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And, we were home!!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Thank You, Lord for Journey Mercies!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Thank you for "letting" me reminisce.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The trip west was a huge deal for me...for us....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We were so thankful and thrilled to have that experience....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div>Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524458723763869831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299957554638960659.post-12729513737193603452015-09-30T06:56:00.001-07:002015-09-30T08:35:47.562-07:00September 30, 2015.....We Get Closer to Home....Happy Birthday!! ......to our great nephew, Gus!! 2 Years Old!<div><br></div><div>It seems like we were celebrating his first birthday with a red velvet beet cake with fresh whip cream!</div><div>And......Whoosh!!.....a year has gone by already....and, I am reminiscing....yet again....</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>September 28, 29, and 30 and October 1, 2014</div><div><br></div><div>We kept up a normal pace heading east..... Arizona Interstate 40.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj91XgoIUn6pkMc8xTjZc-bYuUsCoiTgTCOygIabVEPC_YZvAX2-8v5hIcIuOSGX1x6KdDncbp6kUUihR_VkCqMFQ_QkHnSfv15QuXkxoD4poZw_HZeG07zCIVNpcu4IYczdeoiGVM-78w/s640/blogger-image-693008549.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj91XgoIUn6pkMc8xTjZc-bYuUsCoiTgTCOygIabVEPC_YZvAX2-8v5hIcIuOSGX1x6KdDncbp6kUUihR_VkCqMFQ_QkHnSfv15QuXkxoD4poZw_HZeG07zCIVNpcu4IYczdeoiGVM-78w/s640/blogger-image-693008549.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Continuing through Arizona...... Driving on Interstate 40, following Route 66....</div><div>We kept seeing signs regarding the Petrified National Forest in Arizona.....so, we veered.....and went through the Arizona desert for a half hour ......seeing nothing....no traffic....no jackalopes.....nada....</div><div>until we arrived at the entrance of the petrified forest.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNDxNt68AmKaZM9C6aPMVs1z5iRnlJEjqJyC67LQ-rKhgA4IQ5Z446wQ9bLswgripyW29uzowhqAt6ibnQflWqWiR2Q0PWR-y3nhywFdfy7VofYsNjsY2nWMnrLTYvwzYvamu8JfXBb0s/s640/blogger-image--698736891.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNDxNt68AmKaZM9C6aPMVs1z5iRnlJEjqJyC67LQ-rKhgA4IQ5Z446wQ9bLswgripyW29uzowhqAt6ibnQflWqWiR2Q0PWR-y3nhywFdfy7VofYsNjsY2nWMnrLTYvwzYvamu8JfXBb0s/s640/blogger-image--698736891.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">There were two souvenir shops.....an entrance booth where we showed our national park pass.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We were given a souvenir map of the various points of interest....so, we felt a "little" confident we were on the right path!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I tried to find an online photograph showing the volume of petrified wood in a different location as compared to what we saw on our drive. (Photo courtesy of the National Park Service)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUkuVXHexCTgFZ5bu0A8wK8UpmuOHzVp8HfXn56V7nMcfUy1oJT0LgjweDpKwhJTB9RhfkAontv-o2A889OwNOCCZbDTsoGce-LTb-Oqu84fGQ4zE0739FMhBBga2Z8K52WA5AxecWvnA/s640/blogger-image-1048712928.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUkuVXHexCTgFZ5bu0A8wK8UpmuOHzVp8HfXn56V7nMcfUy1oJT0LgjweDpKwhJTB9RhfkAontv-o2A889OwNOCCZbDTsoGce-LTb-Oqu84fGQ4zE0739FMhBBga2Z8K52WA5AxecWvnA/s640/blogger-image-1048712928.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This is a photo I had taken on our drive.....what a difference compared to the previous photo!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It was so desolate!!......and, not too many visitors......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A lot of the petrified wood is in the souvenir shops or in people's trunks??</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">There are signs asking you 'Not to pick up the Petrified Wood.' Obviously, people can't read!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8JY7kU2-Sgv3HSTc2TVu2KJa7H_K2i5pmVuwBhPz1u8Wz0aqRWPGyVq0_FjTkIDUwJGvaVDH41M64I7X8-Go3vyL3JqLQQ9UcTRDR8L6xfs9_kI3-4MWSZZBS86iWjBzN5XQKmcEYQVk/s640/blogger-image--1868357321.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8JY7kU2-Sgv3HSTc2TVu2KJa7H_K2i5pmVuwBhPz1u8Wz0aqRWPGyVq0_FjTkIDUwJGvaVDH41M64I7X8-Go3vyL3JqLQQ9UcTRDR8L6xfs9_kI3-4MWSZZBS86iWjBzN5XQKmcEYQVk/s640/blogger-image--1868357321.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A nice visual, but, so sad to think this ground was covered with petrified wood.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI-rp9dXA_3jROwLkU0mCgxHNNRTMDN0FhhDXWHhjGSlAcZHXYJBtX6buo8mhFJJxRJwN9MYgUlTAFaSpPmrX_BZCgjvlfzGjoucCQLzsWBS48tRXgT9EOy5NhKyWacKV5uSQm_F771XQ/s640/blogger-image--1593520067.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI-rp9dXA_3jROwLkU0mCgxHNNRTMDN0FhhDXWHhjGSlAcZHXYJBtX6buo8mhFJJxRJwN9MYgUlTAFaSpPmrX_BZCgjvlfzGjoucCQLzsWBS48tRXgT9EOy5NhKyWacKV5uSQm_F771XQ/s640/blogger-image--1593520067.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We continued our drive through New Mexico and we stopped in Albuquerque for the night and saw a new moon.......beautiful!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlvkmQO-yFf43NmMJS0pBNQsHGT9k0Xd-FTAjVjgSw9Hes1KxdssV2t9zGpNN52oPjegKegQIxdDNJvPDXRNl_CIAErTRKIJu4DaUJpS1pUOx77CnsBBEIPBpjxOr4p3J_KqwLMxaZ6V4/s640/blogger-image-2045038920.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlvkmQO-yFf43NmMJS0pBNQsHGT9k0Xd-FTAjVjgSw9Hes1KxdssV2t9zGpNN52oPjegKegQIxdDNJvPDXRNl_CIAErTRKIJu4DaUJpS1pUOx77CnsBBEIPBpjxOr4p3J_KqwLMxaZ6V4/s640/blogger-image-2045038920.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And drove through a cloud on our way out of Albuquerque.....it was not fog!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWwU7cXFnu4SX7I6kFUGeiDfB5CwxTUCteBEet85qKDIS0WLtS3HR9mKzV3idnsfS64TIF9PP87LWB_fTXR9Vk2L5zy37m1jCvoVQinHv_pxik0YaNwnWgPiST-oWxcqugMJwv_RJ0wCg/s640/blogger-image-937959578.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWwU7cXFnu4SX7I6kFUGeiDfB5CwxTUCteBEet85qKDIS0WLtS3HR9mKzV3idnsfS64TIF9PP87LWB_fTXR9Vk2L5zy37m1jCvoVQinHv_pxik0YaNwnWgPiST-oWxcqugMJwv_RJ0wCg/s640/blogger-image-937959578.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Texas.....vintage grain elevator...with tall grass and weeds and no activity....abandoned....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghY6dLAFj4FjrLu-pER4eCUZW9VLeIWefJxWu3-88u81lOC_XTuTQcrUWap5GIQmCQfCaDz0e3BzJjc3tYda1qfkLB8V7Vt8FFCoKTgOdsGfhsPcSnXbx_iLTVxd8RD3HGhqRbPslEMcc/s640/blogger-image-2042535322.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghY6dLAFj4FjrLu-pER4eCUZW9VLeIWefJxWu3-88u81lOC_XTuTQcrUWap5GIQmCQfCaDz0e3BzJjc3tYda1qfkLB8V7Vt8FFCoKTgOdsGfhsPcSnXbx_iLTVxd8RD3HGhqRbPslEMcc/s640/blogger-image-2042535322.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We got off the interstate and drove a while on Route 66.....just to say we did!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRieU0tf7vzdYlpsQHA59PG3oKoE9tB2M2oj8JD_GegwVd33o8i-XLEohx1eaTAfQ8LVvfah2gQ0FmllMHXWqx-xfBCAtiK_zPu9IVzfZ0qKjc4zcuZtFio4Ze9jWgv7rOLTrmVcepmjY/s640/blogger-image--1292218200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRieU0tf7vzdYlpsQHA59PG3oKoE9tB2M2oj8JD_GegwVd33o8i-XLEohx1eaTAfQ8LVvfah2gQ0FmllMHXWqx-xfBCAtiK_zPu9IVzfZ0qKjc4zcuZtFio4Ze9jWgv7rOLTrmVcepmjY/s640/blogger-image--1292218200.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Shamrock, Texas along Route 66.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvhwM7codqHwytA8ZvWo1Tkzyxx39a65Xp8bEXPQ0hFztzUKMi5E9lfXiTPAEJungK9YAzBTUb4KbtlhUV-qWTX2TurpOAg8PiEs8Qc5eQz_0acfYUaCimiO5C9oL3bEb_rq3iCoioJME/s640/blogger-image-1756305540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvhwM7codqHwytA8ZvWo1Tkzyxx39a65Xp8bEXPQ0hFztzUKMi5E9lfXiTPAEJungK9YAzBTUb4KbtlhUV-qWTX2TurpOAg8PiEs8Qc5eQz_0acfYUaCimiO5C9oL3bEb_rq3iCoioJME/s640/blogger-image-1756305540.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Shamrock, Texas is a tired little town....it did have a Holiday Inn Express at the exit.....it was nice...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Remembering we arrived around 4:00 p.m. and tried to find a decent place to eat, but, there was nothing that stood out....so, we ate in a lousy Dairy Queen....probably the worst meal we experienced on the whole trip! Ice cream was good, tho......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The highlight for us was seeing this restored Conoco Filling Station on the main road through Shamrock from the days of Route 66......a little Art Deco going on don'tcha think? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It was beautiful. The town has preserved it well!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The next morning we were in Oklahoma and headed north out of Oklahoma City for Wichita, Kansas.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We would be stopping in Kansas City, Kansas to see my aunt and uncle and available cousins for a few hours and have dinner. We had a lovely afternoon and evening.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We are proud of our Decals!<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPEc3wGqdOapLdhr_5vrHrzM5ABUZxBKp10Dvm459EUb2fSYZ1L-mlKAMIUFpSdYjggVKRJmouqJ6NZOqrWu0hb8MR9hm6D5tXy_HtPJyF3CAmK0iom5W8HDtWrBZ2kSpXr2kgr1tkkm8/s640/blogger-image-1513676682.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPEc3wGqdOapLdhr_5vrHrzM5ABUZxBKp10Dvm459EUb2fSYZ1L-mlKAMIUFpSdYjggVKRJmouqJ6NZOqrWu0hb8MR9hm6D5tXy_HtPJyF3CAmK0iom5W8HDtWrBZ2kSpXr2kgr1tkkm8/s640/blogger-image-1513676682.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The next morning following our visit with my aunt and uncle, we drove from Kansas City straight home,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Stopping for gas and a bite to eat. It is a 12 hour trip. </div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Journey Mercies.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Home......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524458723763869831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299957554638960659.post-40154762636990284262015-09-27T12:19:00.001-07:002015-09-27T12:57:13.810-07:00September 27, 2015.....Remembering.....<div><br></div><div><br></div>We left Coronado, California earlier in the morning of September 26, 2014<div>Phil and I were both ready to head it home to Indiana......</div><div>But, so difficult to leave my sister and family......wondering when we will see each other again!</div><div>Thank goodness for emails and iPhone photos.......</div><div><br></div><div>Our plans, once we left Coronado was to go to the Grand Canyon and Mesa Verde / Cliff Dwellers....</div><div>as our next major stop on the way home.....</div><div><br></div><div>It was great to get out of the mountains and the winding roads for awhile!</div><div><br></div><div>Arizona Desert</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdqEvhwfe1x5fJYevYnSG_mdjanfes3bxx85OspkGM_glOXXoETr9osPg1bLiY3-YpU7FUSae53kKnJw4vEg4U3wbmMfDgniqGIUS5wFO51cWY8hC6Z6N3dgiv5z_eq3HO6rnhEq6vYW0/s640/blogger-image-909982434.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdqEvhwfe1x5fJYevYnSG_mdjanfes3bxx85OspkGM_glOXXoETr9osPg1bLiY3-YpU7FUSae53kKnJw4vEg4U3wbmMfDgniqGIUS5wFO51cWY8hC6Z6N3dgiv5z_eq3HO6rnhEq6vYW0/s640/blogger-image-909982434.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> A storm brewing the further we traveled east.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX9bWIp2X8ts5g9SnSMZ4InwyxS1b6O2F-Ny8YTQFXM0bDg2egqMokyoBFG6C4D7FJIotNxgrV5L83Im6C76YPuKgJqV91wZGhcxKukX4Q7llfE325RKQiCr3I7VVeIZYNw54q_t989-U/s640/blogger-image-706056679.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX9bWIp2X8ts5g9SnSMZ4InwyxS1b6O2F-Ny8YTQFXM0bDg2egqMokyoBFG6C4D7FJIotNxgrV5L83Im6C76YPuKgJqV91wZGhcxKukX4Q7llfE325RKQiCr3I7VVeIZYNw54q_t989-U/s640/blogger-image-706056679.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We took Interstate 8 to Phoenix and turned north on Interstate 17 to Flagstaff, Arizona and the </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Grand Canyon......planning on doing the 'tourist' thing and visit these sites. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Note: When we drive to Florida and take the interstate through some very populated cities, like; Indianapolis, Louisville, Nashville, Atlanta....especially Atlanta....well, it is just crazy drivin' .......too much traffic, too many lanes of traffic.....and, for the most part we know where we are going....but, it is nuts, so, sometimes we veer off the main interstate and find 4-lane roads with less traffic....it takes a little extra time, but, worth it! My point being......that out west in the open.....it is nice to be on the Interstate!.....manageable traffic!! And, this time we were glad to be on the interstate!! Not too many winding, mountain roads! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Go.....and get to your destination! Nice for a change.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Well, that only lasted a day!....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">On Sunday morning, September 27, 2014, we headed north on Interstate 17 to the Grand Canyon. As we travelled north we drove into the Coconino National Forest. Beautiful red rock formations! A great visitors center. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUtSbfNAN0mhV25bK8nNIG8paGjnKnygi92nRV4sRedjpUUqaSe0aU7jKX5n-2y5Dw2qOZQ3H5pUrkB9fdzdAHSXRhzVjN3RoOAv8tjUTpb44ZouXYZkKD90DI2pZOhQAUv4vtv-icadI/s640/blogger-image-1444542815.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUtSbfNAN0mhV25bK8nNIG8paGjnKnygi92nRV4sRedjpUUqaSe0aU7jKX5n-2y5Dw2qOZQ3H5pUrkB9fdzdAHSXRhzVjN3RoOAv8tjUTpb44ZouXYZkKD90DI2pZOhQAUv4vtv-icadI/s640/blogger-image-1444542815.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We drove into the town of Sedona, Arizona. We have heard so much about Sedona....it's art galleries, restaurant and resort areas.....so, we decided to stop and walk around before heading to Flagstaff for the night.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">One of the highlights for me was the Chapel of the Holy Cross</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSuhIFgPpR3d3mnSzq1r8Fr_fCtIGUyeRkBKAVMsd_-lnvBWKJ2M259L-mRqCsbWO4FPWVKoi1CzrfnRqAW0YvgEUi58VLFpyTVo0tmSiBPBnbTkTbAy_Xhk0z1XdlBCE7PrDGs1Q4U8Y/s640/blogger-image--375710041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSuhIFgPpR3d3mnSzq1r8Fr_fCtIGUyeRkBKAVMsd_-lnvBWKJ2M259L-mRqCsbWO4FPWVKoi1CzrfnRqAW0YvgEUi58VLFpyTVo0tmSiBPBnbTkTbAy_Xhk0z1XdlBCE7PrDGs1Q4U8Y/s640/blogger-image--375710041.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Beautiful candles to light......I love the flickering....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWKlSDH_e1yh5hn24ytBxwQIyEm-m17K70XQPdO2siTFCxQKBQRrcNBP77Rfv-7YRjsmaj6_c7oZELULC-UPFDyP40OCtl_SaPcdrMhLWeWd6b6QcJYx3_p1IRvHxs-7jyKuZNDQ8KJy0/s640/blogger-image-1247608319.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWKlSDH_e1yh5hn24ytBxwQIyEm-m17K70XQPdO2siTFCxQKBQRrcNBP77Rfv-7YRjsmaj6_c7oZELULC-UPFDyP40OCtl_SaPcdrMhLWeWd6b6QcJYx3_p1IRvHxs-7jyKuZNDQ8KJy0/s640/blogger-image-1247608319.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The Chapel of the Holy Cross was high on the side of a red rock mountain.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I'm glad we stopped there. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We walked through a couple of galleries and decided to head north.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">While we were in Sedona, weather conditions worsened......storm and tornado watches and warnings and rain and some wind....and we were 5,000 feet in elevation....so, we thought we needed to make our way down. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">As we headed north the weather got worse....and the GPS was showing us nothing but, twisted, winding, crazy roads to get down the mountain. Warning signs were posted about the length of vehicles and trailers that could make the curves......and, there was a feeling of desolation...especially due to the stormy conditions.....but, here we are trying to get to Flagstaff the safest and quickest way.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It would have taken us four hours out of our way to get to Flagstaff via the Interstate as opposed to staying on the mountain for a long 30 minutes. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I was sooooo ready to get off that mountain!! And, Phil was thankful to eventually drive into Flagstaff!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We checked into our Holiday Inn Express in Flagstaff, found an "Outback" Restaurant.... caught our breath and decided that we had enough of winding roads, pine trees and mountains....doesn't that sound awful of us to think that? But, it was time to seriously head it home and so the next morning we changed our travel plans....going home.....missing the Grand Canyon and the Cliff Dwellers......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We learned while we were in Flagstaff there were areas that experienced serious flooding due to the storm, however, no tornadoes! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I will never forget Sedona, Arizona!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Journey Mercies.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br></div><div><br></div>Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524458723763869831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299957554638960659.post-73676652753091180502015-09-24T06:58:00.001-07:002015-09-24T07:55:03.439-07:00September 24, 2015....Family Time in CoronadoToday, a year ago remembering that we visited my brother-in-law's business and shop. And, later in the evening we enjoyed dinner at Jim's sister's home in Coronado.<div>It was a great day....just doing our thing...visiting places that were where my sister and family did their daily living......</div><div><br></div><div>The view out Linda and Jim's apartment is ever changing with the ships and boats that pass by.</div><div>The Coronado Navel Base is stationed on Coronado. It truly makes one feel protected....</div><div><br></div><div>San Diego skyline with a naval ship....just happened to be passing by.....</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5PllNbApW4PVE6sbkGCsZDMVk8tR1XQdgFDz9mPa0yzoNF76ho1Gaal1hNwefRdN6TUuVlXtnEgxaLgPMdtGxP0h0-ukR2907Nq9mhi_fLrgKXaBcFBK_vfaf0DZKbK5py6vzMfaSLTA/s640/blogger-image-978142082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5PllNbApW4PVE6sbkGCsZDMVk8tR1XQdgFDz9mPa0yzoNF76ho1Gaal1hNwefRdN6TUuVlXtnEgxaLgPMdtGxP0h0-ukR2907Nq9mhi_fLrgKXaBcFBK_vfaf0DZKbK5py6vzMfaSLTA/s640/blogger-image-978142082.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The Air Craft Carrier, Midway, is docked on the San Diego shoreline as a museum and tribute.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZK457G18hlfTNsD_mpHIfHXkvID7Eea9ktHEoH29IFIZkDxfouY3f0RY28BshXKl5qbERravbVm4tIUh8jl_ZCuvT-1Fgf3xDgNoISfDcjfcTJzCtOovT1vhiwE_H-q1ffFrfU7-V8Pw/s640/blogger-image-309495692.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZK457G18hlfTNsD_mpHIfHXkvID7Eea9ktHEoH29IFIZkDxfouY3f0RY28BshXKl5qbERravbVm4tIUh8jl_ZCuvT-1Fgf3xDgNoISfDcjfcTJzCtOovT1vhiwE_H-q1ffFrfU7-V8Pw/s640/blogger-image-309495692.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Jim's shop - Active Sign<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFYF6MdyJUwAt4i3H0tQ9j2E9RmJ8Fj23HM49rv5isyl_oh-Kh4y6Jn9be1zE4P29U09lXdu0qjVwAuVe971MC_LlIXULFND1GRUIz8II0uys8f4GFAS65OcADJBq2yM1Avwt9vlhEFu4/s640/blogger-image--1573441872.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFYF6MdyJUwAt4i3H0tQ9j2E9RmJ8Fj23HM49rv5isyl_oh-Kh4y6Jn9be1zE4P29U09lXdu0qjVwAuVe971MC_LlIXULFND1GRUIz8II0uys8f4GFAS65OcADJBq2yM1Avwt9vlhEFu4/s640/blogger-image--1573441872.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Jim does signing for apartment complexes, hospitals, and other businesses. He travels north to Los Angeles and the San Francisco area. He designs and prints and makes sure that all the codes are met on the signs. He is a smart man, graduating from IU with a degree in accounting and earning his CPA.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">But making signs and growing that business was in his blood since a young boy. He learned from his dad and with his brothers.....growing up in northwest Indiana.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQjTf_R9xpJhDOQDiOVBx8vXQZuPyVgWIAPIuh3i1H0QJuAelzzyi6yRxtns6RzRVuMARIxRiHm5FTvnGEEAmJgEMn09dCebTopjxHwxhp3266dXRQTfcOT33cRJH_EX3ZM_hfBGxdN5I/s640/blogger-image-1387031738.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQjTf_R9xpJhDOQDiOVBx8vXQZuPyVgWIAPIuh3i1H0QJuAelzzyi6yRxtns6RzRVuMARIxRiHm5FTvnGEEAmJgEMn09dCebTopjxHwxhp3266dXRQTfcOT33cRJH_EX3ZM_hfBGxdN5I/s640/blogger-image-1387031738.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Jim is one of eight children. He has 3 brothers and 4 sisters. Jim is #4 in the lineage.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">His father was from Greece and his mother, Australian. All of Jim's brothers and sisters stay in touch with each other living across the United States.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Jim's youngest sibling and sister, Georgia and her family live in Coronado. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">All of us enjoyed an alfresco Greek dinner in Georgia's back yard.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We passed out gifts of cutting boards and tea towels, and Legos and assorted fairy garden things.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuvlBwrAItX3UugzF9r3yznRbeh2HbFxhp10Lkg0OJvb5RnowNZaMveW-czSp9FzEnUsXX2RjHIXWh-Zx4AG7M94MNThYNhSV_I29pzdklmVNC2IDIVP7LRuBqSGoe4VH2oiA72hyphenhyphenkLg4/s640/blogger-image--925813471.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuvlBwrAItX3UugzF9r3yznRbeh2HbFxhp10Lkg0OJvb5RnowNZaMveW-czSp9FzEnUsXX2RjHIXWh-Zx4AG7M94MNThYNhSV_I29pzdklmVNC2IDIVP7LRuBqSGoe4VH2oiA72hyphenhyphenkLg4/s640/blogger-image--925813471.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">We had a Greek Salad, Gyros, Spanakopita, (Spinach Pie) Tzatziki, (cucumber and yogurt) </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Souvlaki, (small pieces of meat on skewers - ours was chicken) and Pita Bread.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Jim's two sisters, nieces and nephews cousins, husbands, aunts and uncles.....it was a great evening spending time with all of them!! Thank you!!!....with love.......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Our last day spent in Coronado......remembering we were trying to "get it all in" before we headed east in the morning.....bittersweet....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The beach at Coronado to the west of Hotel del....a huge span of shoreline facing the Pacific Ocean.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg70VJK8G9dNY5vXff1B8lErjFu7EXnZ5QnATJyjd5LukCXvGIDGwfEsv3KK8GBPUMbW4Epb_UPe9ctdjnbZ7CSY3v4CBBzSmgjrth-hV2yRNBuFG0hNv_hTopg_dpvHA5_xug15U7rIHY/s640/blogger-image--1437132300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg70VJK8G9dNY5vXff1B8lErjFu7EXnZ5QnATJyjd5LukCXvGIDGwfEsv3KK8GBPUMbW4Epb_UPe9ctdjnbZ7CSY3v4CBBzSmgjrth-hV2yRNBuFG0hNv_hTopg_dpvHA5_xug15U7rIHY/s640/blogger-image--1437132300.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Our last night in Coronado....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The San Diego Skyline</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfjayFMy5hVXSApMdPvGBpOHzgO76mVr75teHCdmCZPh4lfS4MqtRuWlTf3RXwvO9IwzdadhdyVoqDa7Mo_BSjoNv1-3DdzP0ix1cbT8SbP59_lo6LQJv2h2jJWDrtjnUaWC6Ug45vYOw/s640/blogger-image-234470928.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfjayFMy5hVXSApMdPvGBpOHzgO76mVr75teHCdmCZPh4lfS4MqtRuWlTf3RXwvO9IwzdadhdyVoqDa7Mo_BSjoNv1-3DdzP0ix1cbT8SbP59_lo6LQJv2h2jJWDrtjnUaWC6Ug45vYOw/s640/blogger-image-234470928.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The Coronado Bay Bridge</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiBQTyw6ZVX83GubvItH1iWdSTThfYPUkRFRMY-luOVFd60c0mcB_EZs8dA2ONv0FtMGDqQWL46E_IrlKPsokNkRuxCGvOfs2Ny4BtyQcTdV0d5h-ZEndtBaIIF-HQcIOe5y9UOwkgzAU/s640/blogger-image--59695282.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiBQTyw6ZVX83GubvItH1iWdSTThfYPUkRFRMY-luOVFd60c0mcB_EZs8dA2ONv0FtMGDqQWL46E_IrlKPsokNkRuxCGvOfs2Ny4BtyQcTdV0d5h-ZEndtBaIIF-HQcIOe5y9UOwkgzAU/s640/blogger-image--59695282.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Journey Mercies......</div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> </div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div></div><br></div><br></div>Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524458723763869831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299957554638960659.post-55908099336931481152015-09-23T04:29:00.001-07:002015-09-23T06:31:15.039-07:00September 23, 2015.....Do You Know the Way to San Jose?<div><br></div><div><br></div>It was bittersweet to leave Mt. Shasta.....but, it is a memory indelible in my mind forever.....it was a life gift!<div><br></div><div>We made room for Linda in the car to travel with us down the state and sometimes the coast of California on our way to San Diego....their home on Coronado. It gave us a few more days to be together while driving on Interestate 5 to San Diego. We had planed to take that 12 -15 hour trip with two nights out and three days traveling. Phil wanted to go to Monterey Bay and Pebble Beach Golf Course. He also wanted to go to the Sequoia National Forest, but, we determined we didn't "have time" to do too many of the things that California offered on our trip down. But, Linda would tell where they would go and where Diane had been and lived and had friends along the way...and it was good for me to put those places in my mind. </div><div>Diane graduated from USC / Santa Barbara (University of Southern California) with a degree in biology. Linda and Jim made many travels to that area during that time.....and Diane made many friends who still live in the area.</div><div><br></div><div>When Linda and I were in our later teens, a young singer became well known for her music with Burt Bacarach......Dionne Warwick. When I was at Ball State, I was able to see Dionne Warwick perform and once (not too long ago) Linda and Jim were able to see Burt Bacarach perform. </div><div>So, with many cities and towns having the prefix "San or Santa" (meaning masculine or feminine of "Saint")..... We would break into song.....singing "Do You Know the Way to San Jose"</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>LYRICS by Hal David - MUSIC by Burt Bacarach</div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">Do you know the way to San Jose</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">I've been away so long</span></div><div><p style="padding-bottom: 10px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I may go wrong and lose my way<br>Do you know the way to San Jose </span></p><p style="padding-bottom: 10px; "><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">I'm going back to find some peace of mind in San Jose</span></p><p style="padding-bottom: 10px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">L.A. is a great big freeway<br>Put a hundred down and buy a car<br>In a week, maybe two, they'll make you a star<br>Weeks turn into years<br>How quick they pass<br>And all the stars that never were<br>Are parking cars and pumping gas<br></span></p><p style="padding-bottom: 10px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">You can really breathe in San Jose<br>They've got a lot of space<br>There'll be a place where I can stay<br>I was born and raised in San Jose<br>I'm going back to find some peace of mind in San Jose<br></span></p><p style="padding-bottom: 10px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Fame and fortune is a magnet<br>It can pull you far away from home<br>With a dream in your heart you're never alone<br></span></p><p style="padding-bottom: 10px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Dreams turn into dust and blow away<br>And there you are without a friend<br>You pack your car and ride away<br></span></p><p style="padding-bottom: 10px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I've got lots of friends in San Jose<br>Do you know the way to San Jose?<br></span></p><p style="padding-bottom: 10px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">L.A. is a great big freeway<br>Put a hundred down and buy a car<br>In a week, maybe two, they'll make you a star<br></span></p><p style="padding-bottom: 10px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Weeks turn into years, how quick they pass<br>And all the stars that never were<br>Are parking cars and pumping gas<br></span></p><p style="padding-bottom: 10px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I've got lots of friends in San Jose<br>Do you know the way to San Jose?<br>Can't wait to get back to San Jose</span></p><p style="padding-bottom: 10px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I read on google that Dionne Warwick didn't care for that song, but, she won a Grammy for that song. San Jose meant something special to Hal David who wrote the words as he was stationed there while serving in the navy.</span></p><p style="padding-bottom: 10px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Anyway.....we would start singing it often as we traveled down the highway </span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); ">heading to </span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); ">San Diego....</span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">Just a little 'memory lane' time....</span></p><p style="padding-bottom: 10px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">We began being in an area that produces nuts, and veggies and fruits...Southern California, the area that feeds the world....</span></p><p style="padding-bottom: 10px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Piles of nuts....</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCVIb1oE-GT9SGA-0z_b-RtaRCQO7rIkzrh-blmPcdC_qaGxifiV0HkG5vzpb_krQERMCk-EXpx8aWC_jdV0BVAbrMiykENm1NzF1TwmNxJKBWCb_UviRg39RrXEjFOC3cxhdWEmheOO4/s640/blogger-image--1758293308.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCVIb1oE-GT9SGA-0z_b-RtaRCQO7rIkzrh-blmPcdC_qaGxifiV0HkG5vzpb_krQERMCk-EXpx8aWC_jdV0BVAbrMiykENm1NzF1TwmNxJKBWCb_UviRg39RrXEjFOC3cxhdWEmheOO4/s640/blogger-image--1758293308.jpg"></a></div><br><p></p><p style="padding-bottom: 10px; "><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">Our first night we stayed in Salinas, California. We were hungry.....we thought that salmon and Mexican food sounded good....so, Phil checked for restaurants in the area that offered that kind of fare and he ended up finding the perfect little restaurant in Salinas!......Oscar's 'Golden Fish Seafood Restaurant.' It is located on Main Street in Salinas....you have to go!.....if you are ever in Salinas!!</span></p><p style="padding-bottom: 10px; "><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt889WZcr8_zXTgprbhFxRWOw4lrdP6-uq5qyJCE49auiilfTWn-lHt9XSI4J3ciNm5_m6jksIW2A0iMXIl-mT3Lvfb1PDmj84wMY1rvK5JpTr6-cVaM9HwCfo5bheYv1T1Di_uJWZcgk/s640/blogger-image-707136410.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt889WZcr8_zXTgprbhFxRWOw4lrdP6-uq5qyJCE49auiilfTWn-lHt9XSI4J3ciNm5_m6jksIW2A0iMXIl-mT3Lvfb1PDmj84wMY1rvK5JpTr6-cVaM9HwCfo5bheYv1T1Di_uJWZcgk/s640/blogger-image-707136410.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The next day,our destination was Monterey Bay and Pebble Beach.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">There is a 17 mile drive around Monterey Bay that is a State Park. It takes you to the coast of the Pacific Ocean. It was a very overcast day that morning, but, we were able to walk the shore of the Pacific Ocean...there were many "islands" of rock that housed the seals. It was very pungent!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0WovjGbSe5lt1w-fbAOUesoP9bCo4sEpawIFM2_aASABscUz3eM9rp8YzYkZ_xA9pLQ3TiNy1bKTbTx8kMmqF9VddbdE7B5d5i3pnqDkcCgJZoe55L1Hfyh97FsdYgfAyfZQc65_tGX4/s640/blogger-image--2001640803.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0WovjGbSe5lt1w-fbAOUesoP9bCo4sEpawIFM2_aASABscUz3eM9rp8YzYkZ_xA9pLQ3TiNy1bKTbTx8kMmqF9VddbdE7B5d5i3pnqDkcCgJZoe55L1Hfyh97FsdYgfAyfZQc65_tGX4/s640/blogger-image--2001640803.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We then drove to our last 'Point of Interest,' Pebble Beach.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The iconic cypress....that is shown many times when you are watching golf at Pebble Beach on TV.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyyGaSd4mcpk-i50JNI1B0KypoZ6yvCl1q_FWX3Ta5dgRNyAC-jEbJK3a7A26adHM6ciiul5kR0kN4UDCVZ4ddqL82U9UmU0dB-ypLA-e4-HKQXnsOycvvbpp5CP1ulaI_e4_fCO0O5tY/s640/blogger-image-561345519.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyyGaSd4mcpk-i50JNI1B0KypoZ6yvCl1q_FWX3Ta5dgRNyAC-jEbJK3a7A26adHM6ciiul5kR0kN4UDCVZ4ddqL82U9UmU0dB-ypLA-e4-HKQXnsOycvvbpp5CP1ulaI_e4_fCO0O5tY/s640/blogger-image-561345519.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It was a great morning....a beautiful spot, a lot of visitors. We were able to eat in the Pebble Beach Golf Club for lunch. I think we all had the Crab Salad? I have tried to copy making that salad from the visual once we were home......it was a pretty good try!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Southward.......one more night out and then Coronado!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We stopped at a Holiday Inn Express (somewhere?) and believe it or not we had a McDonalds!! For our late night supper.....even, Linda ate a McDonalds.....it is called "desperation" eating! :-)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Linda ordered her Big Mac without the sauce and with extra lettuce! She is so good! :-)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Next day.....Coronado Bay and Coronado Bay Bridge.....it is a tall one!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeJ8DfuxWdzOmSaets7XLOjL_-etqpG08TcYmKBOm5cj78jVbr7ZLlLs4GY_YECUJ3afdJqrDHJ2O0AGI9fe8R3LGoInqDYQf_LSv5dIQ-im3AmvRxdXXUsNKOKC_vq-yNu-mXm0Ihs6w/s640/blogger-image-37150833.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeJ8DfuxWdzOmSaets7XLOjL_-etqpG08TcYmKBOm5cj78jVbr7ZLlLs4GY_YECUJ3afdJqrDHJ2O0AGI9fe8R3LGoInqDYQf_LSv5dIQ-im3AmvRxdXXUsNKOKC_vq-yNu-mXm0Ihs6w/s640/blogger-image-37150833.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Linda and Jim's views from their apartment.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">There is always some type of boat / ship activity. One never gets bored looking at that view!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw101U6e1sFQTh90ELCaWUKceR-cAHSE4IPA8Iv1KOF-fbkg1iAtW84RX2CDV6HFH8zBlxalvhQrHa9IUaYL_XQImPverzPoUDYglfGy8oyIRnmrqdJc4Kw5dbt8FPuCI9UmmAmD2ke7g/s640/blogger-image-398359326.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw101U6e1sFQTh90ELCaWUKceR-cAHSE4IPA8Iv1KOF-fbkg1iAtW84RX2CDV6HFH8zBlxalvhQrHa9IUaYL_XQImPverzPoUDYglfGy8oyIRnmrqdJc4Kw5dbt8FPuCI9UmmAmD2ke7g/s640/blogger-image-398359326.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We arrived late in the afternoon. Sometimes it is difficult to find a place to park to keep your vehicle in a spot for several days. But the complex allows for guests....if you have a sticker in your windshield. We were fortunate to have a parking place close to their apartment. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A personal moment.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I guess it was the culmination of being in Coronado with Linda and Jim....but, Linda and I became emotional......that I was finally there!....after 23 years of being in Coronado the last time in 1991.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We brought up our final things of goodies to be delivered....a rag rug....a vintage clock....a corn crib slab from our corn crib on the farm as girls....that I had painted the words "corn crib"......(shop art)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And with every unveiling there were more tears....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It was good......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We enjoyed the views and got familiar with the apartment...did a little unpacking....walked to a restaurant on the bay and had pizzas and an ice cream espresso......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">More bliss.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">One of the things I wanted to do was eat lunch at the Hotel Del....we enjoyed the shops in the hotel. We met Jim and our niece, Barbra there for a great lunch by the Pacific Ocean.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">L. Frank Baum, the author of the "Wizard of Oz" had a summer home for many years in Coronado and wrote Oz stories from that location. There was a shop in the hotel that featured "Wizard of Oz" items.... Our granddaughter was a Munchkin in the school production of the "Wizard of Oz" and, I had to find a trinket or two for that memory.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Hotel Del Coronado<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3_Ia8Z60JxRH83BN93trw0zOMhT11fNWMxIpEGu_g7PFVnjCFwRiNxsusDYO3rVW8H-sD1vMBp66VpKNe_Gg6lZRb0fmbeCteFWCZZ6LWkpgjYwS_fgXocIHZLuBSrmbEodRqPbJN5XQ/s640/blogger-image--781409625.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3_Ia8Z60JxRH83BN93trw0zOMhT11fNWMxIpEGu_g7PFVnjCFwRiNxsusDYO3rVW8H-sD1vMBp66VpKNe_Gg6lZRb0fmbeCteFWCZZ6LWkpgjYwS_fgXocIHZLuBSrmbEodRqPbJN5XQ/s640/blogger-image--781409625.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It was a great California Road Trip!......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Journey Mercies.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br><p></p><p style="padding-bottom: 10px; "><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><br></span></p><p style="padding-bottom: 10px; "><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><br></span></p><p style="padding-bottom: 10px; "><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><br></span></p><p style="padding-bottom: 10px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p style="padding-bottom: 10px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524458723763869831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299957554638960659.post-16439001117602898192015-09-18T08:32:00.001-07:002015-09-19T17:51:15.576-07:00September 19, 2015 - Family MemoriesOur time at Mt. Shasta has gone quickly by......<div><br></div><div>Our chalet was on Lake Siskiyou.</div><div><br></div><div>Two different takes with the sun and shadows</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO60UNtpgIMspm_AyPSBd1qivPnf0OtJ0G6xaS6Ie0HW3FvjgeGhc1BVPhz6l9WmHsGYEYA764709MAwkbgNXh2W5sJLnin0sOjWKLUI0cATLtzaIGX3YGWO22Pl_yTmQRpdMpeemugfY/s640/blogger-image--522781048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO60UNtpgIMspm_AyPSBd1qivPnf0OtJ0G6xaS6Ie0HW3FvjgeGhc1BVPhz6l9WmHsGYEYA764709MAwkbgNXh2W5sJLnin0sOjWKLUI0cATLtzaIGX3YGWO22Pl_yTmQRpdMpeemugfY/s640/blogger-image--522781048.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpTsmzBKRKHNpRp-cSFnlcLplfFY2e9x4tIZO8BiND3sg4Jn8OUrN9WZYjXCM37zssEmKKQTgSqJ5VpMF8qi9x2Vv4EwyFGRFU6AWFJKt5R81zDFQDiAmVenI-NU9n0HLgW9U3Rp8bjoo/s640/blogger-image-22121203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpTsmzBKRKHNpRp-cSFnlcLplfFY2e9x4tIZO8BiND3sg4Jn8OUrN9WZYjXCM37zssEmKKQTgSqJ5VpMF8qi9x2Vv4EwyFGRFU6AWFJKt5R81zDFQDiAmVenI-NU9n0HLgW9U3Rp8bjoo/s640/blogger-image-22121203.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">At the north end of Lake Siskiyou is the Lake Siskiyou Trail and Walking Bridge.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We could see the Walking Bridge from our deck.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">(Courtesy of Yelp.com)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9oE2l4SRSpA41Nb3gkKTT71nMyxfvnqquxwEvw1-JsveUWl6f6DpqI3Ny_NvyihRqDK3Ljk9TcOrJE6myudjOZ-4EBf62AsRD1IrZA-2ktzE_VcWLeOTNC8h0tBr5Z2-OtAQkFCBl6M/s640/blogger-image-987314075.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9oE2l4SRSpA41Nb3gkKTT71nMyxfvnqquxwEvw1-JsveUWl6f6DpqI3Ny_NvyihRqDK3Ljk9TcOrJE6myudjOZ-4EBf62AsRD1IrZA-2ktzE_VcWLeOTNC8h0tBr5Z2-OtAQkFCBl6M/s640/blogger-image-987314075.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A closer view</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivlfnd_ZHs_KvyFrYvy_TNYM3jPTTBatipUS6wpGkbIdnOZ4D-YvO1QMDevOQiq8T0aMzwBV0GTODnkamd2gmhmuvjLrLkKrwIRS5edvQGjwNVjH7Fl837lSCq9XCA26YLDIJdLGKQ-A8/s640/blogger-image--1922302273.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivlfnd_ZHs_KvyFrYvy_TNYM3jPTTBatipUS6wpGkbIdnOZ4D-YvO1QMDevOQiq8T0aMzwBV0GTODnkamd2gmhmuvjLrLkKrwIRS5edvQGjwNVjH7Fl837lSCq9XCA26YLDIJdLGKQ-A8/s640/blogger-image--1922302273.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6dGXsclYk0wfaFoVD-onS4GffQWS06n3hgxIanGDj8zEqQhZZjLvQysxao0g2xgzhDsU8Q1XiGr5JX9MlKa1NaK1P0X1iwYv_vQ7-Em6X9DU836dmn0oHoLzXoekFt9ykexf4-iLU9AI/s640/blogger-image--1548485422.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6dGXsclYk0wfaFoVD-onS4GffQWS06n3hgxIanGDj8zEqQhZZjLvQysxao0g2xgzhDsU8Q1XiGr5JX9MlKa1NaK1P0X1iwYv_vQ7-Em6X9DU836dmn0oHoLzXoekFt9ykexf4-iLU9AI/s640/blogger-image--1548485422.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Our chalet was to the left of this view.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpa9OAyQu4DMfmyGc2k2N56VN2qIcNd-xbvjV5ge-rD4Xvh4A4LSlr3P1BMuS8jtMPRaQfWi9KWSpsd-_5WcjzZlZikAfWToaiFaBi30MGdHDSfQiK3rjXqb71Hoo0mrqMxU65J_s6mwA/s640/blogger-image--1649048009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpa9OAyQu4DMfmyGc2k2N56VN2qIcNd-xbvjV5ge-rD4Xvh4A4LSlr3P1BMuS8jtMPRaQfWi9KWSpsd-_5WcjzZlZikAfWToaiFaBi30MGdHDSfQiK3rjXqb71Hoo0mrqMxU65J_s6mwA/s640/blogger-image--1649048009.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I did not have room in the car to bring this large pinecone home.....but, I woulda if I coulda!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This pinecone and several others were right outside our door.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEzzLrZqRZc3Pjv-jFaTmL7XZEiydUscDRNjYJbWD5wRRwWW1p9A83uBVIpMHxODezkrqiV0c-AnJSAXL1O6e1Ive6Mu6f9ByJHVMZmENagNbudQXndyawDdnZUNewoEUK7k9fdxvdyZY/s640/blogger-image-1953152412.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEzzLrZqRZc3Pjv-jFaTmL7XZEiydUscDRNjYJbWD5wRRwWW1p9A83uBVIpMHxODezkrqiV0c-AnJSAXL1O6e1Ive6Mu6f9ByJHVMZmENagNbudQXndyawDdnZUNewoEUK7k9fdxvdyZY/s640/blogger-image-1953152412.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It was just a perfect, ideal time for us to be in Mt. Shasta.....just hanging out with family and good food and beautiful scenery and perfect temps......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I was proud of Diane and her garden plots.....with all the different vegetables.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We walked the town.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We visited Castle Lake...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We went to the headwaters of the Sacramento River, located in Mt. Shasta and tasted fresh, cold water from the earth.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Delicious dinners.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The week that we were in Mt. Shasta, PBS was showing a Ken Burns Documentary, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">'The Roosevelt's.' It was on every evening for several nights. Once we went back to our chalets for the night, we discovered that we all were watching The Roosevelt's.....a great biographical story.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It was about being 'Just Together'</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Journey Mercies......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div>Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524458723763869831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299957554638960659.post-66501717827738682802015-09-15T12:29:00.001-07:002015-09-16T11:24:04.133-07:00September 16, 2015 - Mt. Shasta - Day One.....Remembering......Phil and I were so glad to have made this trip out west and to have seen and "enjoyed" all that we had visited....<div>BUT......Our trip to Mt. Shasta was the "pinnacle" of traveling west! We would finally be able to relax in one spot for a few days and enjoy being with my sister, Linda, her husband, Jim, our neice, Barbra and our neice Diane and Bryan and their new little guy, Gus. </div><div>We were all able to meet within minutes of each other at Diane and Bryan's house and meet our new great-nephew, Gus. So.....a lot of emotion for everybody....did everyone feel our happiness?? I felt it radiated throughout the land!</div><div>(Diane and Bryan are environmental researchers checking out the trees indicative in the northwest)</div><div><br></div><div>Phil and I brought a lot of "goodies" to give to everyone from Indiana.....</div><div>We brought birthday goodies for Gus, who was turning one year old the end of September (2014)....</div><div>....like Mega Bloks, music sound board, some clothes.....</div><div>We brought linens and braided rugs and some 'Fiesta' ware....</div><div>There were boxes full.....and, I don't recall all that we brought? But, it was fun!</div><div>We all chatted and watched Gus...toured the house and yard and block...and eventually the town of Mt. Shasta....Jim grilled delicious salmon and we had a huge salad and bread....</div><div>It was great to be together and know that we would be together for the next few days.....</div><div><br></div><div>Our drive into the town of Mt. Shasta showed a terrific view of the mountain, Mt. Shasta.</div><div>Note the lenticular cloud formation over the peak.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5dlCJ_EYKsRBJIsze8C6RwPzQlIBkAp5EE9-YvlH8iDZC6PRoVx_ynFs-wfwu7hMtOrxAcbmfVPu4ugx1AtqfJI5Pn3DbvoJnaFteXI04YoYxXLexbR9roTDKLCSNDuUM8WGnlfVRZSA/s640/blogger-image-1476525837.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5dlCJ_EYKsRBJIsze8C6RwPzQlIBkAp5EE9-YvlH8iDZC6PRoVx_ynFs-wfwu7hMtOrxAcbmfVPu4ugx1AtqfJI5Pn3DbvoJnaFteXI04YoYxXLexbR9roTDKLCSNDuUM8WGnlfVRZSA/s640/blogger-image-1476525837.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The temperatures had been very warm that summer and most of the snow had melted off the peak.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I located a picture of Mt. Shasta with snow. (Courtesy of TripAdvisor)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOufoYVTcDSYfzUn8H07DrCVgcpcAdDHruFKDXY2rH1pS76s2kq-jy6Yscn-Df1J0rlfe6cJMnKcAUATZC_r0hhX4gq7ImNpDRNBkA-6kbeSXD7gXLTF9yGbddKn0A_HNrLt4zvg1SwjU/s640/blogger-image-1879102363.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOufoYVTcDSYfzUn8H07DrCVgcpcAdDHruFKDXY2rH1pS76s2kq-jy6Yscn-Df1J0rlfe6cJMnKcAUATZC_r0hhX4gq7ImNpDRNBkA-6kbeSXD7gXLTF9yGbddKn0A_HNrLt4zvg1SwjU/s640/blogger-image-1879102363.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Jim had made reservations for all of us at the Mt. Shasta Resort. We shared an attached chalet.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Phil and I had our own chalet and Linda and Jim and Barbra had their own chalet.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaZWxdboh8JvGNKvnegCCODEO4I4v4Y9rJtCq1AKhWbEsz_GAyJaupiI2JUegwxrEB-7t12FnI-Y_RU3NZ9bjsEskGp93SYkXQwTIorIevnrN8ih2kpGIuaIxzgC6lXOKZMGCgRu_czC8/s640/blogger-image-477038861.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaZWxdboh8JvGNKvnegCCODEO4I4v4Y9rJtCq1AKhWbEsz_GAyJaupiI2JUegwxrEB-7t12FnI-Y_RU3NZ9bjsEskGp93SYkXQwTIorIevnrN8ih2kpGIuaIxzgC6lXOKZMGCgRu_czC8/s640/blogger-image-477038861.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">At the back of the chalets was Lake Siskiyou. We had beautiful views of the lake and the mountains and trees. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The next morning, Diane and Barbra climbed over the deck rail and wished us a "Good Morning!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Surprise!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We shared all our meals together.....breakfast on the deck....dinner on the deck....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We enjoyed steak on the grill with "hobo stew" veggies....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We had a buffet of vegetarian spaghetti with vegetables from Diane's garden and farmers market....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">There were always snacks and food to munch on and "graze" throughout the day.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We had lunch at a sidewalk cafe....and walked the town of Mt. Shasta and shopped quaint little shops. I wanted to find something for our grandkids....so, I bought them Mt. Shasta tee shirts....the only tee shirts I purchased the whole trip! I found little lavender sachets for each of the us with little "inspirations" on them.....like, "Eat Cake for Breakfast....knowing they would "never" eat cake for breakfast? Who does that? :-)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Gus was glad to have his BGG (grandma) and Papous (Greek for grandpa) there and all the attentive adults to entertain him. It allowed Diane some free time to swim across the lake and enjoy yoga with her sister, Barbra.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Jim and Gus fed the Stellar Jays peanuts in the shell....we all enjoyed watching.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Bliss.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Journey Mercies...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><div><br></div>Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524458723763869831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299957554638960659.post-80582631712039723002015-09-14T11:29:00.001-07:002015-09-15T06:15:28.908-07:00September 15, 2015 - Remembering the Oregon Coast.....September 15, 2014 - <div>This was a travel day. We were leaving southern Washington state and making our way to the Oregon coastline. </div><div><div>We stayed in a Comfort Inn in Pacific City, Oregon. A resort town. I remember as we were driving south that there was a lot of traffic heading north......we couldn't figure out why there were no cars in our lane, but, hundreds of cars heading north...odd....we thought those cars knew something we didn't? But, as it turned out all those vehicles were heading back to their homes (Portland?) after spending the weekend or longer vacations on the Oregon Coast. Many resorts, restaurants, </div><div>beach gear shops...etc.</div><div>We checked in.....it was okay, but, not a Holiday Inn Express. Comfort Inn also offered breakfast, but, no comparison......</div><div>When we woke up and got ready to continue our southern route along the coast......FOG. We could not see any of the Pacific Ocean at all for the duration of our drive in Oregon....bummer! I believe we drove in foggy areas for the first half of the day.....</div><div><br></div><div>Phil wanted to stop at Bandon Dunes, a golf resort area that he and our son had played on several years before. I remember it was very cool the day we were there and we needed to wear jackets.</div><div><br></div><div>Bandon Dunes (Photo courtesy of bandondunesgolf.com)</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX7jlSvsza9udhyvgL-CYBFWpHxWz7p44n3m5_2FQHMQd03ML5uX6_DX9S655XdIBKQeYTdinpc_8eVksFnYnRVXxHWjmYLPNNytgtK8QHP3XZo7eRMhCCjL9wfMCg_FskfDd680YV_rA/s640/blogger-image-413958039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX7jlSvsza9udhyvgL-CYBFWpHxWz7p44n3m5_2FQHMQd03ML5uX6_DX9S655XdIBKQeYTdinpc_8eVksFnYnRVXxHWjmYLPNNytgtK8QHP3XZo7eRMhCCjL9wfMCg_FskfDd680YV_rA/s640/blogger-image-413958039.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>We had lunch in one of the grills. </div><div>We visited two golf pro shops and purchased a few things....a couple of kid golf caps and a golf shirt for our brother-in-law.</div><div><br></div><div>I recall doing a lot of driving that day on winding, forested roads....driving past fields and old barns....</div><div>There was not a lot of traffic.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4lXubbIBgKik98bwHqx12UIAp7yW5ZiLtDUEJJOZKlbcXAYvcAS6_6i45j-dwagCwguOzB1BP1vwN8WmToqemujzFDtJrc3QgmByHyyrsXmIGD-Qztz_k2RUanFvPAHtxZtuZqfJ4OPA/s640/blogger-image--1986154509.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4lXubbIBgKik98bwHqx12UIAp7yW5ZiLtDUEJJOZKlbcXAYvcAS6_6i45j-dwagCwguOzB1BP1vwN8WmToqemujzFDtJrc3QgmByHyyrsXmIGD-Qztz_k2RUanFvPAHtxZtuZqfJ4OPA/s640/blogger-image--1986154509.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Remote, Oregon </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsvjYcJhJQAWCBOgq9fh4DMTnpwlamo0uwJB4v9PRYPYIyyw5QzwMx31kQRL72ZPMsKzFHbGHpQxyz4aMWG4VAxJcmQ1lI0zCpjjfwug1si3S4-ZO2gu-z-Nzm_gYjuJgxplUx7fQ5rgQ/s640/blogger-image-1698589201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsvjYcJhJQAWCBOgq9fh4DMTnpwlamo0uwJB4v9PRYPYIyyw5QzwMx31kQRL72ZPMsKzFHbGHpQxyz4aMWG4VAxJcmQ1lI0zCpjjfwug1si3S4-ZO2gu-z-Nzm_gYjuJgxplUx7fQ5rgQ/s640/blogger-image-1698589201.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">We didn't drive through Remote or see the store.....but, we were driving on Oregon Highway 42 </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">and I snapped a quick pic on the fly of the directional sign.....just in case you ever wanted to go there?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: none; ">"Remote</b><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "> </span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">is an</span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "> unincorporated community</span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "> </span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">located in</span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "> Coos County, Oregon</span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "> on the</span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "> Coquille River.</span></div><p style="margin: 0.5em 0px 1em; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: none; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Remote was named by local pioneers for its distance from other settlements. Its post office was established in 1887. Oregon Route 42 used to run through the center of the community, but realignment of the highway has left Remote several hundred yards away. Like other </span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); ">Oregon communities, Nimrod and Boring. Remote is often cited on lists of odd place names." </span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">(Wikipedia)</span></p><p style="margin: 0.5em 0px 1em; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: none; "><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">But......Remote is such a perfect name for its location!.....cause we sure were remote! but, I </span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">don't know about Nimrod and Boring?</span></p><p style="margin: 0.5em 0px 1em; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: none; "><br></p><p style="margin: 0.5em 0px 1em; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: none; ">Remote, Oregon General Store and Post Office. (Courtesy of flicker.com)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRxQHvuDkoTsZDYYM-xk68U3We3TtZsUB6EcZzXapzRaaJm-4Cazu4k17OqAJ-BomLiQQKhshn9GcWH8LDyKPgQsgT8hzlrROVWUQaM0-Qjs0xxV6ylVxBBUFFs_KGdFZ_FLE8-z0UlUw/s640/blogger-image--1709740813.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; "><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRxQHvuDkoTsZDYYM-xk68U3We3TtZsUB6EcZzXapzRaaJm-4Cazu4k17OqAJ-BomLiQQKhshn9GcWH8LDyKPgQsgT8hzlrROVWUQaM0-Qjs0xxV6ylVxBBUFFs_KGdFZ_FLE8-z0UlUw/s640/blogger-image--1709740813.jpg"></a></p><p style="margin: 0.5em 0px 1em; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: none; "></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Journey Mercies......</div><br></div><br><p></p></div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div></div>Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524458723763869831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299957554638960659.post-20223754030503922412015-09-13T19:42:00.001-07:002015-09-14T06:57:50.683-07:00September 14, 2015.....A year to the day we traveled Mt. St. Helens<div><br></div><div><br></div>Mt. St. Helens - Erupted May 18, 1980<div><br></div><div>Photo courtesy of The Oregon Herald</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRaSDUylplaPTfsAvr4Y6wvoQEVszviFfgHnZ5s3KBvgBPpdpf0yW2k1uYqkp9Fdga0hmeVoszqRT3zslfGO91cjMsjLj4fVwlPFDUxdEkfHuzEYdKW-vq3WQUsfaVpM0c2f3G2jTRd0w/s640/blogger-image--1297451939.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRaSDUylplaPTfsAvr4Y6wvoQEVszviFfgHnZ5s3KBvgBPpdpf0yW2k1uYqkp9Fdga0hmeVoszqRT3zslfGO91cjMsjLj4fVwlPFDUxdEkfHuzEYdKW-vq3WQUsfaVpM0c2f3G2jTRd0w/s640/blogger-image--1297451939.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Photo courtesy of National Geographic Archives</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfUy_CP2PMBQ-aBoxxpN7h8vMi6QVs8r3sjyrI7krleKr0vYo45ccbysKaeFnlZSguepmvWnY26Nhx405pQgokF-PsWQqHgry-R1QI3Su2qhoJErkEfORgC1czIa-idLyamF_5_2uNd2k/s640/blogger-image-1199347221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfUy_CP2PMBQ-aBoxxpN7h8vMi6QVs8r3sjyrI7krleKr0vYo45ccbysKaeFnlZSguepmvWnY26Nhx405pQgokF-PsWQqHgry-R1QI3Su2qhoJErkEfORgC1czIa-idLyamF_5_2uNd2k/s640/blogger-image-1199347221.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Mt. St. Helens is over 8,000 feet high and a mountain in the Cascade Range.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Mt. St. Helens is a National Volcanic Monument.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Mt. St. Helens was not on our list of places to go, but, we drove right by...so, the car turned left and we went down the 'Mt. St. Helens Road' and took the drive.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It was an eerie drive in a way....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">There were not too many tourists at the three Visitor Centers. It had been 34 years since Mt. St. Helens had erupted. Each Visitor Center explained each area that the volcano eruption had affected.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We saw reforeststration.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We saw the remnants of the lava flow.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We saw Mt. St. Helens after it had blown off its top.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Mt. St. Helens - Before Eruption. (Photo courtesy of Wikipedia)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTKZMeNbTEP4UqfDOh3eeOs6pd_ymDwUWOaF0vF2NbFIJRE5Ry3Lro9qmHQDRMmVfM7J0x4yPg-ErxJiR9hocsPkv-M4Dc7I1D3CMzpcBqsQuWWokfAezK-rUQlM-y5v4mup7mMnmqMuQ/s640/blogger-image--490431086.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTKZMeNbTEP4UqfDOh3eeOs6pd_ymDwUWOaF0vF2NbFIJRE5Ry3Lro9qmHQDRMmVfM7J0x4yPg-ErxJiR9hocsPkv-M4Dc7I1D3CMzpcBqsQuWWokfAezK-rUQlM-y5v4mup7mMnmqMuQ/s640/blogger-image--490431086.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A picture I had taken and zoomed - September 14, 2014</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7xNHy0MsE0lUfpjvhot9ci6vUUeG_4i321UrxPPb0zRdBwpwQtEACXn1EGG3hEnBvy85mpgHDI7PqK84P8W1a93JZA8F7u5w5u6V0YmAWGeK2WU3wv3vFotPnkZS_WefkxYskJlLVPxA/s640/blogger-image-481179685.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7xNHy0MsE0lUfpjvhot9ci6vUUeG_4i321UrxPPb0zRdBwpwQtEACXn1EGG3hEnBvy85mpgHDI7PqK84P8W1a93JZA8F7u5w5u6V0YmAWGeK2WU3wv3vFotPnkZS_WefkxYskJlLVPxA/s640/blogger-image-481179685.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We were glad to have visited this place.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We were glad to leave this place.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It felt sacred and somber.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It felt like we were playing a dangerous game.....knowing it was still an active volcano.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">If you are interested in Mt. St. Helens, google 'Mt. St. Helens National Geographic Archives'</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Next stop - Oregon</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Journey Mercies......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div>Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524458723763869831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299957554638960659.post-57536741730586225132015-09-13T14:15:00.001-07:002015-09-13T17:26:07.998-07:00September 12 and 13, 2015.....a year later...Ferry Crossing from Fort Casey, Washington to Port Townsend, Washington<div>Olympic National Park- Port Angeles, Washington </div><div><br></div><div>We left early morning from LaConner, Washington to connect with our ferry reservation about an hour away. Remembering it was a beautiful morning to drive to our destination. </div><div>We arrived at the ferry dock with a little time to spare and enjoyed the views. We watched ships crossing the Puget Sound.....thinking where are they going and what are they shipping....?</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQR9PHt8tVE0Y6q9tb4A_I1HjbvtPST3czlLLNaHaK6dtwqbxKmeFKeFGV8sQvvTluNNQZr-9pOnJQRY1XC5UD96XFuxt6mmTedYJugz62WnytXX34eFJIBI0AXL_rIqhq4WaF2EnimhI/s640/blogger-image-1570724597.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQR9PHt8tVE0Y6q9tb4A_I1HjbvtPST3czlLLNaHaK6dtwqbxKmeFKeFGV8sQvvTluNNQZr-9pOnJQRY1XC5UD96XFuxt6mmTedYJugz62WnytXX34eFJIBI0AXL_rIqhq4WaF2EnimhI/s640/blogger-image-1570724597.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Coupeville Ferry Dock - the dock where we boarded</div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil5MKhLKpmllyBfaonN8UF46lfNOu2rAvnQH7hVYA_LKeieWqr1n_rGsIoqNxAOjcWEnrYjYo9DA0VMO0TpC75GJE6gVQCXxrf8i5d6xtjsmBQPqoWp47AAhhhJMwz4vV36wE8gEZbNyM/s640/blogger-image-1830651495.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil5MKhLKpmllyBfaonN8UF46lfNOu2rAvnQH7hVYA_LKeieWqr1n_rGsIoqNxAOjcWEnrYjYo9DA0VMO0TpC75GJE6gVQCXxrf8i5d6xtjsmBQPqoWp47AAhhhJMwz4vV36wE8gEZbNyM/s640/blogger-image-1830651495.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We had a perfect "cross" to Port Townsend.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The weather was perfect albeit, a little chilly. The ferry is a huge water "taxi" loaded with all types of vehicles and many people. The inside of the ferry is very comfortable and roomy, however, we opted to stand on the outside on our own "deck." The breeze was brisk and I wore my winter hat. But, we would not have missed that experience! It was a decent 20 minute ride. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPif9oCc2CMU8EqKCx20644ek7ghgGhAUI_-TVSf3g9muQgxlZsYs-zEJZ_nOZRxXUYIXPvxbprTr5LL5qK3eNI7V6fkWVn9dhtT_YmPPE5_6QwXQJqUAI_fZRZ9a9nrKsBYa2CCmR658/s640/blogger-image-775809028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPif9oCc2CMU8EqKCx20644ek7ghgGhAUI_-TVSf3g9muQgxlZsYs-zEJZ_nOZRxXUYIXPvxbprTr5LL5qK3eNI7V6fkWVn9dhtT_YmPPE5_6QwXQJqUAI_fZRZ9a9nrKsBYa2CCmR658/s640/blogger-image-775809028.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div><div>Port Townsend is surrounded by water; the Straits of Juan De Fuca, Admirality Inlet and Discovery Bay.</div><div>Port Townsend is one of three Victorian seaports in the United States.</div><div>I read online that Port Townsend was planned to be the "New York of the West." But, the railroad was directed to be built in another direction. So, with that decision regarding the railroad during the 1880's and 1890's Port Townsend had already begun to build their "Victorian" waterfront. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeTyChKeBgzfnIsFUzvnLZF1TeqRDM3b6TUcTPxMTXlpjPGYe1-zvpSD7OGoUHwWGoS2aPKrSkBdL9Jmwp_YEO4VYcmaffG7zbGBYDkg1OfmkjaB-uscgFYS3UZjaWOoYIHgGqF-6tlN0/s640/blogger-image-1267399151.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeTyChKeBgzfnIsFUzvnLZF1TeqRDM3b6TUcTPxMTXlpjPGYe1-zvpSD7OGoUHwWGoS2aPKrSkBdL9Jmwp_YEO4VYcmaffG7zbGBYDkg1OfmkjaB-uscgFYS3UZjaWOoYIHgGqF-6tlN0/s640/blogger-image-1267399151.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Courtesy of enjoy.pt</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixrtosOMdeA7l9h2DpfwRAMSSdmaO4_yfN8CWJTpPxidn5Ej-EbFQ2OcMDTyKveBzOwiBpMbBD5dMYtrRkyoMrOFwjmbKBhwLFMddQu9yTsHJGNxj-2Zc8DpxIGghoyZAMTSVTu_HDous/s640/blogger-image-1052937091.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixrtosOMdeA7l9h2DpfwRAMSSdmaO4_yfN8CWJTpPxidn5Ej-EbFQ2OcMDTyKveBzOwiBpMbBD5dMYtrRkyoMrOFwjmbKBhwLFMddQu9yTsHJGNxj-2Zc8DpxIGghoyZAMTSVTu_HDous/s640/blogger-image-1052937091.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We disembarked...found a parking place and walked to a local cafe for a bite of lunch. Not the most delicious of lunches, but, it was a great street, with antique shops, galleries...eateries. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We continued on to Sequim, Washington for the night.... We checked into our Holiday Inn Express and found a laundromat, a car wash and a Mexican Restaurant.....we had a nice evening being "still" and enjoying a great Mexican restaurant.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Olympic National Park.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Since we were so close to Olympic National Park, we made it one of our "Points of Interest" stops.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I do not know what possessed us to drive up Hurricane Ridge?.....but, we did. The drive up the 5,000 foot (plus or minus) mountain was beautiful. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">There were no guardrails!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUfO0XgYHwyaoZKA6YKaAwNMxzLfWkcVRYAuqGSe4Hf3qMaeVBp8vNRJs1rAJ7p1J9l5oqcWLekThIohysnteG9tINumKq8Trq6StMSzg3e1ECWDoYtSAgQznNvhm3zwvR2Xqp1lYApJs/s640/blogger-image--1429658124.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUfO0XgYHwyaoZKA6YKaAwNMxzLfWkcVRYAuqGSe4Hf3qMaeVBp8vNRJs1rAJ7p1J9l5oqcWLekThIohysnteG9tINumKq8Trq6StMSzg3e1ECWDoYtSAgQznNvhm3zwvR2Xqp1lYApJs/s640/blogger-image--1429658124.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">At the top of Hurricane Ridge (Visitor Center).....there were hiking trails to continue to the top of Hurricane Ridge. We did not walk to the top. I had wrenched my ankle on a hiking trail at Deception Pass.....so, I wanted to take it easy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAsYRRt6b2GXXqICfeWV1oeomnTrTz3GK3Wc5JfoEexctFE8QRGAQY2UfbpWqTcwtT1IHq98sbDF9CdF_NLTEouUlDBG6CM9IkW7vpS0bBLeGt-e3mIKFb92LRUgDXH68f5Umlbt6sou4/s640/blogger-image--949622789.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAsYRRt6b2GXXqICfeWV1oeomnTrTz3GK3Wc5JfoEexctFE8QRGAQY2UfbpWqTcwtT1IHq98sbDF9CdF_NLTEouUlDBG6CM9IkW7vpS0bBLeGt-e3mIKFb92LRUgDXH68f5Umlbt6sou4/s640/blogger-image--949622789.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I / We were glad to get down Hurricane Ridge. We decided not to continue our tour and drove on down the highway to Chehalis, Washington, our nighttime destination.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Journey Mercies......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div></div><div><br></div>Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524458723763869831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299957554638960659.post-36137649926945649632015-09-10T20:09:00.001-07:002015-09-11T19:51:05.507-07:00September 10, 2015 - Traveling North Western Washington<div>Bellingham, Channel Lodge, Rainbow Bridge, Chuckanut Trail, Puget Sound, Deception Pass, LaConner, Anacortes, The Oyster and Thistle.....</div><div><br></div><div>All these towns, points of interest were within 50 miles of each other.</div><div>In this area, Phil was very familiar with the locale. He had traveled here many times in his work with our suppliers of engineered wood. I was looking forward to being where he had enjoyed so much of small towns, restaurants, etc. </div><div><br></div><div>Chuckanut Trail - a scenic highway that follows Puget Sound and the Pacific Ocean</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH0pntYjY6ul7eZpEr-CZkjLi9iCk-7n7fJwP5sQpAe_FCSGBosnuC-iogyOu8uZ-ERvCtf0ahxtVGLajAbJ1y1toX_4aglA0RCaV7bCQe8OGA3cSJnxKB8CShe5FVTpUAuTNwCXUkwrY/s640/blogger-image--1639493491.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH0pntYjY6ul7eZpEr-CZkjLi9iCk-7n7fJwP5sQpAe_FCSGBosnuC-iogyOu8uZ-ERvCtf0ahxtVGLajAbJ1y1toX_4aglA0RCaV7bCQe8OGA3cSJnxKB8CShe5FVTpUAuTNwCXUkwrY/s640/blogger-image--1639493491.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>We were fortunate to have reservations at the Channel Lodge in LaConner at the edge of the San Juan Islands and Puget Sound. We stayed there for parts of three days. We were right on the "canal" or "channel" that took many pleasure boats and fishing boats to different areas that surround the San Juan Islands.</div><div>We realized we could have spent a couple of weeks at LaConner. A lovely little town with shops, and restaurants, antiques, art gallery's.....my kind of place.....</div><div><br></div><div>Our room was on the third floor and had a little balcony....the hotel offered "happy hour" with local wines. They offered a nice breakfast....amenities were great!</div><div>Phil and I said many times how we wish we could just sit on the balcony and watch the boats....</div><div>(we are small lake boat people with lakes that have small fish......not used to huge open water with whales!..... Even tho, we have been on Lake Michigan.)</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDnJPqDZDX8LhK6RtWHSXtd5x0G7w-XwSYC68k_Pul6NULw4752tneOGHNcCvgJvQ6tCMNypMzbyvI_2FSGIhVHURDBU4ay-Dw5sjuQTMKfweNFW09s1eYGhED4SoqFE9Zcp53aIBG9ZU/s640/blogger-image-984195413.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDnJPqDZDX8LhK6RtWHSXtd5x0G7w-XwSYC68k_Pul6NULw4752tneOGHNcCvgJvQ6tCMNypMzbyvI_2FSGIhVHURDBU4ay-Dw5sjuQTMKfweNFW09s1eYGhED4SoqFE9Zcp53aIBG9ZU/s640/blogger-image-984195413.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>We walked the town and enjoyed everything!</div><div>We had a terrific view of the Rainbow Bridge.....we crossed this bridge going to Anacortes, another town on Puget Sound.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO0Ho8uTDY11n5orbJT12oLe7P6usrSR0kKQ6GDDSNgyNRqGlEcRb2VpMY2UqPNBei4gisp7DphTJnKCZM6rZqmGe6Zi-QjQfYUIrFO8P2DrDLYYOGetnnJddDXENosqmG1wz1pG9wgDo/s640/blogger-image--927672619.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO0Ho8uTDY11n5orbJT12oLe7P6usrSR0kKQ6GDDSNgyNRqGlEcRb2VpMY2UqPNBei4gisp7DphTJnKCZM6rZqmGe6Zi-QjQfYUIrFO8P2DrDLYYOGetnnJddDXENosqmG1wz1pG9wgDo/s640/blogger-image--927672619.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We dined at The Oyster and Thistle</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw01KQf5mytuxdey9Qfyyrnr4a6N7tdRDoEqMCzrO95wRMatJTpuX30zWWPPlqhWjeO9rbtrRi2_wO_mFhGG4bu0sxLMiVLDBvv8hn9zvhZiMND7ZTDx4_Nmohio-r0-xzNJGPACq0uEw/s640/blogger-image-88157186.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw01KQf5mytuxdey9Qfyyrnr4a6N7tdRDoEqMCzrO95wRMatJTpuX30zWWPPlqhWjeO9rbtrRi2_wO_mFhGG4bu0sxLMiVLDBvv8hn9zvhZiMND7ZTDx4_Nmohio-r0-xzNJGPACq0uEw/s640/blogger-image-88157186.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Pan Seared Salmon......Perfection</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdd9jeL_K1gFru79B3Y80b9bGHhwdjBERKP8Q8l_C-yJVY3Sxzp79FgaXbPOBv7hGZNSODlGLy8VH4ZgHS_gD1q1RuusZokDih33wjZtzx8XjjNQBk0Ko1Dk1kjwrkp6HNWidn1m7BvYE/s640/blogger-image-775746315.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdd9jeL_K1gFru79B3Y80b9bGHhwdjBERKP8Q8l_C-yJVY3Sxzp79FgaXbPOBv7hGZNSODlGLy8VH4ZgHS_gD1q1RuusZokDih33wjZtzx8XjjNQBk0Ko1Dk1kjwrkp6HNWidn1m7BvYE/s640/blogger-image-775746315.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Anacortes, Washington </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWYgmSda2-BONZmlZuE_r6o9EUmy0J1T5BVTDALfAym5uLWfpmOLecNIDM7tIsYFiwEdVflDygKWGshTmsGf3nw7Z4IwsRKcTnn7Ija6D_EBt6G3jtKkg7jjsec_pa71xQoNuTM117LZw/s640/blogger-image-2005818419.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWYgmSda2-BONZmlZuE_r6o9EUmy0J1T5BVTDALfAym5uLWfpmOLecNIDM7tIsYFiwEdVflDygKWGshTmsGf3nw7Z4IwsRKcTnn7Ija6D_EBt6G3jtKkg7jjsec_pa71xQoNuTM117LZw/s640/blogger-image-2005818419.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Anacortes Marina</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFQfmwOT5DKumjzuqsGMouP7qbD_wZGMnTAYZ8JQcLMSqmb9T0u2XpJpNu8OZfWI7HOh4z9VqdhWwhpYDemYfdBt48yWcMaRziBZN23NB59tKQRX88T9EedbouoCcBr_510cbVfZjAZUQ/s640/blogger-image--2111079013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqa8Gk843sSaOqHvJZzHaQZxgXNeVKbrM75lp5eczibyZ6WtRedTkjlhiM14pLwltttQLf3pxD8D0cq6o1du6RRyvDPGnrySE-F_AMPCb6KX3yhXga1hgINx_wjJj8Byr2qQfVsVYzsYs/s640/blogger-image-855875958.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">North Western Washington, San Juan Islands and Puget Sound:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Maps courtesy of Wikipiedia maps.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Note Bellingham, LaConner, Anacortes, Deception Pass....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Also, there is Port Townsend where we had taken the ferry and disembarked while crossing the Sound as we headed to Olympic National Park at Port Angeles</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And, maybe you will see on the map the town of Sequim. We spent the night there in a Holiday Inn Express enjoying an evening of washing the car, going to the laundromat and eating great Mexican food.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Crossing the Canadian/U.S. boarder traveling to Bellingham. Note: Anacortes and find </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Deception Pass in very tiny blue print, south of Anacortes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwzQLhyF2IS7WKR7GgiPVszkJtAe5Xx4fUA-vZtrIOe2D0VRLfUFEdLE8KtkFpKuL2YtGaIzGlzDX24TBHH9V9Tzf93UIFzBF6NbBJB2Un476V-aAWY3mgU2ZY2GtmoVtjzbDQs9Rv9yU/s640/blogger-image--1153626358.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwzQLhyF2IS7WKR7GgiPVszkJtAe5Xx4fUA-vZtrIOe2D0VRLfUFEdLE8KtkFpKuL2YtGaIzGlzDX24TBHH9V9Tzf93UIFzBF6NbBJB2Un476V-aAWY3mgU2ZY2GtmoVtjzbDQs9Rv9yU/s640/blogger-image--1153626358.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">On this map, you will see Bellingham, Anacortes and LaConner</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpt3-J13QLBlZojTljL1eAfyIvX68pE3at7ijrgGNulPVNBsOAfgFJyL77FNkJ9KrzWJ5uyJXglrdoVSk7PvG5UBY-NCKTlxHCzgfNWZiHpR9kVeXa3bhQPHEt9kDLuyG7ockl1dt6yZA/s640/blogger-image--1840950519.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpt3-J13QLBlZojTljL1eAfyIvX68pE3at7ijrgGNulPVNBsOAfgFJyL77FNkJ9KrzWJ5uyJXglrdoVSk7PvG5UBY-NCKTlxHCzgfNWZiHpR9kVeXa3bhQPHEt9kDLuyG7ockl1dt6yZA/s640/blogger-image--1840950519.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Bellingham, Anacortes, Port Townsend, (our destination on the ferry) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Sequim, (where we spent the night) the large green shaded area is Olympic National Park and Port Angeles, is to the west.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7gMsLxE1Z8qr57fi7u3FzD9ALp5_uCcC_mZpMTQ1GDIBH1CUt1k3V7MfMWBc9vG4VhBnQFEC4ds2k08kAJo8ZRBX_8v47wjOo5qHJN2Tk9vSZIs9z3wjXo1QOo00QrgcuztAZsWromS0/s640/blogger-image--1396073991.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7gMsLxE1Z8qr57fi7u3FzD9ALp5_uCcC_mZpMTQ1GDIBH1CUt1k3V7MfMWBc9vG4VhBnQFEC4ds2k08kAJo8ZRBX_8v47wjOo5qHJN2Tk9vSZIs9z3wjXo1QOo00QrgcuztAZsWromS0/s640/blogger-image--1396073991.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Journey Mercies......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div>Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524458723763869831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299957554638960659.post-37912131026662019932015-09-08T14:18:00.001-07:002015-09-10T20:04:09.782-07:00September 8, 9 and 10th, 2015.....Reflecting on Our Canadian VisitWe checked out of the 'Paradise Bungalow' and went into the Village at Lake Louise National Park. Had a bite to eat and did a little tourist shopping. I bought our grandkids a 'polar bear' mug each. They were normal mugs but all white with a type of technique that gave them the appearance of fur with two black eyes...kinda cool. Also, found more "native" stones in a rock shop.<div>My Canadian treasure was a red knit hat and a ceramic birch canoe.....</div><div><br></div><div>We left the Lake Louise area and headed on across Alberta and British Columbia Canadian Rockies on Trans Canada Highway One.....stopping occasionally at pull-overs to take pictures and enjoy the view.</div><div><br></div><div>What we wanted to accomplish on this trip was seeing some national parks, the Canadian Rockies, see our niece and family in Mt. Shasta, California and my sister and family in Coronado, California. Also, to spend a few days in the northwestern part of Washington in LaConner and Anacortes. </div><div><br></div><div>We have several friends who have taken the train trip through the Canadian Rockies and we had wanted to do that too, but, logistically it just didn't work out for us to do it that way. So, we opted to drive.</div><div>However, our first day in the area of the Canadian Rockies it snowed heavily, with dense fog and we were unable to see any of the Banff area and very little of the Lake Louise area....so, I chose to purchase a DVD to enjoy when we got home. Boowah! </div><div>The next day coming out of Lake Louise the skies began to clear and the weather acted more like an Indiana September than a Canadian Rockies January! We later learned the day following our drive through the Rockies that Calgary had experienced 10 inches of more snow.....</div><div><br></div><div>The Trans Canada Highway One was the perfect highway to travel thru the Rockies and see all the peaks, and vistas and small towns along the way. Around every curve there was a different view...and many tunnels...on some of the tunnels "there was no light at the end".....and, then another curve and you were out of the tunnel.....</div><div>I haven't really thought about it before, but, I don't believe there are any tunnels or even too many expansive bridges in Indiana?</div><div><br></div><div>We had nice stays in Canada and thankful the United States borders that great country.....</div><div><br></div><div>On to LaConner, Washington....</div><div><br></div><div>Journey Mercies......</div><div><div><div><br></div></div></div>Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524458723763869831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299957554638960659.post-58871501189896140392015-09-07T10:39:00.001-07:002015-09-07T11:22:12.031-07:00September 7, 2015....a year to the dayAs we headed north to the Canadian Rockies, the skies turned more overcast and cold-looking. <div>A very small town close the Canadian border was, Babb, Montana. There was a lovely little Catholic Church there sitting proudly on a hill.....and, so, I snapped a quick photo of it and posted it to the daily blog of our trip....just because it was quaint and proud standing on the hill in the middle of vastness....</div><div>My friend, Ann, who was following our trip sent me an email later (after we were home) and said that she and her family had worshipped there when they had traveled to that area. What a coincidence!!</div><div>I was impressed!</div><div><br></div><div>We had no issues going through customs....the lady looked at our passports and asked our intentions and how long was our stay.....saw all the travel decals on the window and gave us permission to cross the border.</div><div><br></div><div>Continuing northward....the weather became more cold and a little snow flurry activity going on....we could handle that.....but, the closer we came to Calgary......the heavier the snow.....</div><div>It was great driving through Calgary and seeing all the buildings with the Olympic logo from the 1988 Winter Olympic Games.</div><div>We were on the main highway...Canada One heading for Banff and Lake Louise. The snowflakes became heavier and more wet....visibility was POOR!! The weather turned so badly, that the large green highway sign for directions and exits was snow covered that you couldn't even see where you were! So, unfortunately we missed it and kept right on driving west....(we made the determination to continue, and not turn around, because our stay at Banff was "just" sightseeing and we were not spending the night there.)</div><div>The snow let up a little as we continued to Lake Louise. We found that exit and entered the little village of Lake Louise. Phil had made reservations for a little bungalow in the mountains and tall pines close to the Fairmont Chateau Hotel. (The beautiful, picturesque hotel overlooking Lake Louise and the Canadian Rockies)</div><div><br></div><div>Photo courtesy of travelmint.com</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGzwP3_E7CjVm4zyybsTHJ6S_c6xhHRa8rfn_CJdl-zyFbe9s2FfqJwDQ0j26qqK2LQDg2H19fdP80ORtUY9ThjCSi0aV8Y64faO89nwibj3oj-tdwj-7w0sOWjXJKhFODq4Mr7fyx5i8/s640/blogger-image-812201283.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGzwP3_E7CjVm4zyybsTHJ6S_c6xhHRa8rfn_CJdl-zyFbe9s2FfqJwDQ0j26qqK2LQDg2H19fdP80ORtUY9ThjCSi0aV8Y64faO89nwibj3oj-tdwj-7w0sOWjXJKhFODq4Mr7fyx5i8/s640/blogger-image-812201283.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Unfortunately, we were unable to see similar views of the Fairmont Chateau Hotel or some of the Canadian Rockies due to the very heavy overcast skies, fog and threatening snow.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL1E2b3Pt-0w8pn8ca0RIPBSMLxMKRoUAI-nIv9MtkW_VHFsSefEAqFsiXn3Yuhb_kQoG_UtGfg04RwL1xtrqx7hpEjBK2C-p1F2BzWZ6BLk8olt0Uy0iN6QOKODAO7la9HOZY4xkUpuc/s640/blogger-image--1735909685.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL1E2b3Pt-0w8pn8ca0RIPBSMLxMKRoUAI-nIv9MtkW_VHFsSefEAqFsiXn3Yuhb_kQoG_UtGfg04RwL1xtrqx7hpEjBK2C-p1F2BzWZ6BLk8olt0Uy0iN6QOKODAO7la9HOZY4xkUpuc/s640/blogger-image--1735909685.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhxbZ78TkKFNJcjWz1l8lDYA5YPA5R42kgKs0MM5xOMry84XrlgIQRMw_SP2B92zBh8TCz4WVPNh7pGL7Z7ze53sZFkhZzp9r_BESt-o806Hofc21m2OwL9fVl5UsnxoNa-Q2KQkr75o/s640/blogger-image-1899039341.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhxbZ78TkKFNJcjWz1l8lDYA5YPA5R42kgKs0MM5xOMry84XrlgIQRMw_SP2B92zBh8TCz4WVPNh7pGL7Z7ze53sZFkhZzp9r_BESt-o806Hofc21m2OwL9fVl5UsnxoNa-Q2KQkr75o/s640/blogger-image-1899039341.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So, we came down the mountain and had a lovely dinner in the village, by a roaring fire in a huge fireplace. We were glad to get back to our sweet little "Paradise Bungalow" and watch a little TV and emails and blog posting....yay....it had updated technology!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Tomorrow, traveling more of the Canadian Rockies.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Journey Mercies......</div><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div>Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524458723763869831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299957554638960659.post-62553675407511303022015-09-05T18:05:00.001-07:002015-09-06T19:08:08.221-07:00September 6, 2015.....a year to the dayRemembering we left Glacier Lodge very early, giving ourselves plenty of time to make it in time for our reservation to catch our Red Bus for the tour of the park. The entrance to Glacier National Park was an hour away from the Lodge.<div>We ended traveling the same highway 3 times....once to and from the park and the other heading north to Canada.</div><div>It was a perfect day for touring a national park! It was very chilly. We had our fleeces, heavy jackets gloves and hats. </div><div>We had a great tour guide.....and, the roads were busy with tour buses, cars, campers, hikers....</div><div>The tour gave us an opportunity to sit back and enjoy the ride and the vistas.....the tour was from 9:00 until 3:00.</div><div><br></div><div>The elevation at Logan Pass is 6,646 feet.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis9DSg9_H-i6FmMoKM7o4ZreAhLwFF-PXsrQxdKpdMGKAaV2B7bAhYLtZonLgT1BaQYTCsfueDtyq9dSycAjrC2hPAaoMB2139U_BWQBDTc1zX-s2IHPL03dS_vVKm92-B6mmbjBJH3C0/s640/blogger-image--743392906.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis9DSg9_H-i6FmMoKM7o4ZreAhLwFF-PXsrQxdKpdMGKAaV2B7bAhYLtZonLgT1BaQYTCsfueDtyq9dSycAjrC2hPAaoMB2139U_BWQBDTc1zX-s2IHPL03dS_vVKm92-B6mmbjBJH3C0/s640/blogger-image--743392906.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>On our return to the car.....we went inside to the visitors center and I bought a book and DVD to show the grandkids when we were home.</div><div><br></div><div>Back at the Lodge we had a nice dinner of salmon and salad. </div><div><br></div><div>The next day we were ready to head to Canada to drive through the Canadian Rockies....</div><div><br></div><div>Journey Mercies......</div>Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524458723763869831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299957554638960659.post-60346130622849023142015-09-05T08:33:00.001-07:002015-09-05T08:33:26.279-07:00September 4, 2015....a year to the day review....I was so disappointed with our route to get to Yellowstone National Park.<div>Finishing up our drive through South Dakota we entered Wyoming.....and suddenly there was the Bighorn Mountain Range. The route took us through those mountains to Yellowstone. The route was very curved and no guard rails....what is it with the people out west who do not put guard rails up for us flatland Midwesterners? It was a beautiful sunny day. There were places to pull over and appreciate the vista....and we did that several times and took photographs. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaYEPxRIH9krGw6OkgD1ZvddlYFxARcaZihWsvDuZ8MrYfpqI9XupNMWVQ0I461V2a_oI4Q1W_p1uNQlJfu5O65e3tO7g-sHKRcNtTg-vHocbWGhBoUfyAC2panfV1eFWzCQ6ZPSDLLfc/s640/blogger-image-1875024514.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaYEPxRIH9krGw6OkgD1ZvddlYFxARcaZihWsvDuZ8MrYfpqI9XupNMWVQ0I461V2a_oI4Q1W_p1uNQlJfu5O65e3tO7g-sHKRcNtTg-vHocbWGhBoUfyAC2panfV1eFWzCQ6ZPSDLLfc/s640/blogger-image-1875024514.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Note the pinkish highlighted area....that is the Bighorn Mountain Range before you get to the Rocky Mountains. Courtesy of Wikipedia maps.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhb5XmeJBwE141tQSkjZeYkD3poAuy7D9GdQBqcJXkxXfUzoI1OqJdzycUXpblde8XTLfvN0EvnjkPwlJ34hJ_nmOuKtOFMR7HMApjXLpTJsNC4qf3G20HWobDUrJfcfh92L-_BkaFZN4/s640/blogger-image--978786346.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhb5XmeJBwE141tQSkjZeYkD3poAuy7D9GdQBqcJXkxXfUzoI1OqJdzycUXpblde8XTLfvN0EvnjkPwlJ34hJ_nmOuKtOFMR7HMApjXLpTJsNC4qf3G20HWobDUrJfcfh92L-_BkaFZN4/s640/blogger-image--978786346.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZm2MAFN4PTTdWfu6soQvwBqCdW-JX-dt1VfiMb-9fhuX_vSr24aB7YTX-RK96LHWCAuWH-UbYun-ovhmYFQRVJjr0NJEXbeGfZO8crN2giv9FLv8QuYKJgm2bYvNhky5-k8VOF5bghLU/s640/blogger-image--1836796642.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZm2MAFN4PTTdWfu6soQvwBqCdW-JX-dt1VfiMb-9fhuX_vSr24aB7YTX-RK96LHWCAuWH-UbYun-ovhmYFQRVJjr0NJEXbeGfZO8crN2giv9FLv8QuYKJgm2bYvNhky5-k8VOF5bghLU/s640/blogger-image--1836796642.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The drive through Bighorn transitions to Yellowstone. We entered Yellowstone at the east entrance.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">If you want to see beautiful Yellowstone...do not use the east entrance! There were miles and miles and acres and acres of pine trees that had been destroyed either by fire or the pine beetle. It was so very sad and we felt so remote from everything and civilization......at this time of the day it was late afternoon and feeling like dusk. The sun is behind the mountains, so, it becomes darker more quickly it seems. We did not want to drive in the mountains at night, but, we got "caught" by darkness on this day. The signage was VERY POOR for our destination spot, which was 'Yellowstone Lodge.' </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The road we were to take was closed due to repairs....so, we turned around and went back to an area that had park services. Phil spoke with a ranger for directions. The ranger told us we were at least an hour from the Lodge at this point. .......it was getting darker and he warned us to watch for buffalo on the highway.....yay.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">There were very few cars out and about.....there was a full moon....and, I kept on the look out for buffalo and signs....while Phil drove....and drove....and drove some more....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It was a little reassuring to have an occasional car pass us or to have a car follow us for a distance....but, still no signage!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">When we finally arrived at the Lodge area....it was dark....no people, no cars in the parking lot...where was everybody? (It is 9:00 p.m. Mountain time). It was crazy....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I felt like we were a part of the 'Twilight Zone!' Phil said, he would try and find a way to get inside and locate some help with directions. (I am making this statement subdued....if you catch my drift?) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We did have reservations which we had made a year ahead, because the lodges and cabins fill up quickly....and, we had confirmation.....so...somebody was gonna get it (with tact) Good ole Phil! .....my knight in shining armor! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The lady inside told us how to turn around and go back to a certain point....GO BACK!!!!???.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Understand, there were no parking lot lights or lights on around the facility....that ended up not being the Lodge.....but, some type of facility for overnight accommodations....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Phil "kindly" suggested that we follow someone....like a security guy or ranger guide or Boy Scout or someone to our destination that only ended up being 3 minutes away....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We were accommodated and checked in to our room, only to discover that we probably had the smallest room, the smallest bathroom, everything was tired and dingy...no TV (which we understood) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">...and no wi-fi signal....we were doomed....we were disgruntled....what else can I say? Our first stay at a National Park....I / we were not impressed! .....with the accommodations and the route!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">P.S. We did not see any buffalo on the road that night.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We woke up feeling optimistic. We had a tour scheduled with a guide who was driving. I recommend this way of touring instead of going on your own. Yellowstone and Glacier National are HUGE and we allotted only so much time to be in each National Park</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We had a great guide and friendly fellow passengers....and, we got to see almost everything we wanted to see except a Yellowstone bear and moose on the range....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">but, we did see plenty of 'day light' buffalo!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">When we went for a bite of breakfast....hundreds of people milling about.....a line of tour busses filling the drive in front of the Lodge....where were all these people last night?? Weird for sure!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">That evening we ate in the Lodge Dining Room and had a wonderful dinner. We had edamame and a salad....just for the experience of eating in a National Park Lodge....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Headed to Glacier National Park the next day.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Journey Mercies.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div>Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524458723763869831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299957554638960659.post-32240314780151901412015-09-05T06:40:00.001-07:002015-09-05T06:40:38.828-07:00September 5, 2015.....a year to the day...<div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">We left Yellowstone early morning.....and, just as we were pulling out of the parking lot, "Old Faithful" erupted just to say 'so long.' We had a long drive ahead of us to arrive at Glacier National Park Lodge before it got too dark.</div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">Yellowstone is beautiful in most areas (except for the pine trees that we first saw).</div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">On the road on the way out, there were a couple of buffalo moseying along the road and we had to stop for them. I wasn't able to get a picture of them that close to the car.....it was too blurry. And, Phil and I were very still, I didn't want to aggravate them and have them do something to the car or us! However, the one came so close to the side mirror on the drivers side of the car that his "head fur" brushed against the mirror. We held our breath....but, he kept moving and so did we.....</div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><br></div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">We skirted Butte, Montana and located a Target. Phil thought I needed a better camera than using my phone or iPad. We bought a discontinued Sony Digital Camera that worked very well for my use.....posting to the blog.</div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><br></div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">Continuing our drive north we were pretty much by ourselves on the road...not much traffic. </div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">The closer we got to Glacier....the more touristy shops. We stopped at one and Phil bought a pair of moccasins....something he has always wanted ever since he was a kid. I bought some souvenirs for the grandkids...a faux bear claw....some native stones....I tried to send postcards to the kids from every landmark. </div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><br></div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">We arrived at Glacier Park Lodge and it is a beautiful structure. </div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">The room was a nice sized and fresher than the Yellowstone room. The bathroom was small with a teeny sink. We had planned to stay there two nights.....the next day we took the Red Bus tour in Glacier National Park.</div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">Many travelers and visitors in the area.....folks mingling in the grand room...someone playing the baby grand.....so different than Yellowstone!</div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><br></div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">Tomorrow - Glacier National Park</div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">Journey Mercies </div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><br></div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">Glacier Park Lodge - Lobby</div><div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGEV8vzeBUOCgpKwsm3uvSnBYtZqPg5t6uAjbcozP2zGxtHD55rqTp_jA1cE4i3LM4mQzBCKuhsPxseXTdsfG4iWMuRCdvLF6bqQ1ORA2jVLejyXjsjCe1hpb8U1FpHlLpry0OAtH-oA0/s640/blogger-image--310025217.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGEV8vzeBUOCgpKwsm3uvSnBYtZqPg5t6uAjbcozP2zGxtHD55rqTp_jA1cE4i3LM4mQzBCKuhsPxseXTdsfG4iWMuRCdvLF6bqQ1ORA2jVLejyXjsjCe1hpb8U1FpHlLpry0OAtH-oA0/s640/blogger-image--310025217.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><div><br></div>Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524458723763869831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299957554638960659.post-52855173750315883862015-09-02T19:54:00.001-07:002015-09-03T10:56:05.842-07:00September 3, 2015We chose to go to the Corn Palace in Mitchell, South Dakota only because I had gone there when I was a kid with my family. I really don't remember too much about it when I was a kid except that the Corn Palace was covered and decorated on the outside with actual corn on the cob from top to ground. The inside was all souvenir tables and very rustic.....remembering there were lots of moccasins.....<div><br></div><div><div>Corn Palace - circa 1965</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ulZ1uG1o_2p52FnxEUpOQhNDLXG-q_gL9krtFBmKl948zVCh40jpZu5u2T9jbpz1wN6OvDPzRLeJJMuhVHLv71QxVpYjiWt3A5uqqq8lwh5TTq6EscLf0ecEEp4YKlMNJKF520TAyK8/s640/blogger-image-343825890.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ulZ1uG1o_2p52FnxEUpOQhNDLXG-q_gL9krtFBmKl948zVCh40jpZu5u2T9jbpz1wN6OvDPzRLeJJMuhVHLv71QxVpYjiWt3A5uqqq8lwh5TTq6EscLf0ecEEp4YKlMNJKF520TAyK8/s640/blogger-image-343825890.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Mitchell, South Dakota was a lovely, quaint little town.....beautiful older homes, churches on every block and schools scattered throughout town. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Onward to Mt. Rushmore.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">On our way to Mt. Rushmore and off the interstate was a place called Wall, South Dakota...a tired, old, dated, tourist trap....we were lured in by the signs.....we didn't stay too long and headed down the highway. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Phil and I really didn't pay attention about stopping at the Badlands National Park until we drove right by the entrance to the park....so, we decided to turn in and drive the loop drive around the park. We had purchased a National Park Pass and were able to enter the park for "free." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The Badlands were fascinating....every turn in the road displayed a different rock formation. We are fans of the "Star Wars" movies and the Badlands looked like we were on the movie set. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We are glad we stopped, but, the loop drive and our picture ops cost an hour, plus driving and we arrived at Mt. Rushmore later than planned. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We arrived late afternoon at Mt. Rushmore and the shadows were already beginning to fall across the presidents faces, but, we enjoyed walking down the promenade to get to the open view of </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Mt Rushmore. The promenade had columns with each state name and each of the states flags.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaS9omXzcx-ZhT6j2YL2lzxXx7gC7ahstPXXooaQ53XTuXE6XMN118me-wYxvJUO7jktfveBW99pWVsA9_J1KYw5z-XiLJyEQNt4NgTGYbEPXaL80ciLKM3Ex3er-TNA5tc16xREdOmvM/s640/blogger-image-2051346014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaS9omXzcx-ZhT6j2YL2lzxXx7gC7ahstPXXooaQ53XTuXE6XMN118me-wYxvJUO7jktfveBW99pWVsA9_J1KYw5z-XiLJyEQNt4NgTGYbEPXaL80ciLKM3Ex3er-TNA5tc16xREdOmvM/s640/blogger-image-2051346014.jpg"></a></div><br></div>It is impressive, but, after awhile there is only so much you can stare at.....but, wouldn't have wanted to miss it!</div></div><div><br></div><div>I had also seen Mt. Rushmore as a child.</div><div><br></div><div>We stayed in a Holiday Inn Express in Mt. Rushmore-land. The area reminded me of staying around Gatlinburg, Tennessee (even tho, I have never been there)....... totally touristy.....I was surprised and disappointed of the area we stayed the night....</div><div><br></div><div>So cross off one major monument off the list.....check. </div><div>Only 27 more days to go......</div><div><br></div><div>Journey Mercies</div>Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524458723763869831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299957554638960659.post-72936006665301124822015-09-02T07:36:00.001-07:002015-09-02T07:36:18.557-07:00September 2, 2015We spent our first night in Iowa. And, remembering we found a Mexican restaurant for dinner....<div>Phil found his Verizon store and bought the wi-fi Hot Spot.....it became invaluable for our communication needs.</div><div><br></div><div>The western part of Iowa is picturesque with rolling hills and fields dotted with cattle and small farms.</div><div>We stopped at a 'point of interest' in the most northwestern corner of Iowa and climbed a lookout tower. We could see forever......</div><div><br></div><div>It seemed once we reached Sioux City, Iowa that we turned right (north) and were in South Dakota! Boom.</div><div>I had pointed out in a previous post (September 2, 2014) that beyond a far ridge was the Missouri River. We did not set foot in Nebraska, but, criss-crossed the Missouri once or twice and also crossed the Missouri River in five different states. </div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Sioux City is at the navigational head of the Missouri River, about 95 miles north of the Omaha–Council Bluffs metropolitan area. Sioux City and the surrounding areas of northwestern Iowa, northeastern Nebraska and southeastern South Dakota." (Wikipedia)</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">(Courtesy of Wikipedia Maps)</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEGXBGedOYfpbswLpngxeO5fyk0Y13U8tcY_zR2JZuASpRunXqa9-WfkrMi4iBDqJTUb3JDAU7D2w3EwQnVD5f-096wysOLqKwgekTND6fr26qrXGafUA2uuQmPWpNHQXKmxItUqM-C5Q/s640/blogger-image-191127040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEGXBGedOYfpbswLpngxeO5fyk0Y13U8tcY_zR2JZuASpRunXqa9-WfkrMi4iBDqJTUb3JDAU7D2w3EwQnVD5f-096wysOLqKwgekTND6fr26qrXGafUA2uuQmPWpNHQXKmxItUqM-C5Q/s640/blogger-image-191127040.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">The vastness of this area is overwhelming.....western Iowa, South Dakota, Montana....</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">I felt like singing 'Home on the Range.'</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">We had clear skies and traffic was moderate......little did I realize how much I "longed" for civilization once we entered Wyoming.....</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">We spent the night in Mitchell, South Dakota. Home of the famed Corn Palace! :-)</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Journey Mercies......</span></div>Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524458723763869831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299957554638960659.post-44061088568668853862015-09-01T11:17:00.001-07:002015-09-01T11:17:39.089-07:00Another Post for September 1, 2015I am reviewing again.....anticipating what I may post tomorrow?....and discovered that I had another post for September 1, 2014.....<div>Seeing the gas prices in September last year compared to what they are locally now.....</div><div>Last years picture on 9/1/14 had gas at $3.19 / gallon. And, we thought that was decent at the time.</div><div>Gas locally today, 9/1/15, is $2.45 / gallon! What a difference that would have made in our gas budget!</div><div>Looking at daily pictures on the blog, I am remembering the beautiful fields and the beautiful sky and puffy clouds especially after we started our day being overcast. </div><div>I had brought knitting to preoccupy me....and I am not a consistent knitter, but, I love the yarn and the yarn colors. I had started a "scarf" way before we left home and thought I would be creative and add different textures and different neutrals to the scarf and make it somewhat eclectic....it has become more wide and some point...adding stitches I didn't mean too....but, it is still pretty...angora, sparkly strands, twisted neutral colors.....I worked on it pretty steady in the car.....and now home a year and I have not pulled it out of the knitting bag once! See how dedicated I am to knitting?......see what the iPad has done to me? :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Phil is a good driver (I will qualify that some time) and I felt like 'Miss Daisy' being driven to destinations, trying to help him by being the navigator....and, realizing that I did not sit at the wheel once on this trip and spare him driving.....however, I also did not doze too often while he drove and by stopping early that also helped the "sleepies." We had brought several Louis L'Amore books on tape. We felt that was appropriate traveling west, but, we like Louis L'Amore too and have listened to his stories for years.</div><div>We also listened to "Mike and Mike" on ESPN radio every morning. I became a quick study on all the NFL players and coaches getting ready to start their football season. And, that knowledge has stayed with me...being able to go one on one intelligently about football with Phil and our grandson, Dylan. I am a little rusty this year so, I guess I will have to turn on ESPN. </div><div>Phil is a muncher....so, plenty of pretzels, carrots and apple slices.....we rarely stopped at McDonalds....in fact, I think the only time we stopped was in Illinois on the way home?</div><div><br></div><div>I know this is mundane, but, I am "journaling" and remembering.....</div><div>Thanks for enduring me.....</div><div>Journey Mercies......</div><div><br></div>Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524458723763869831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299957554638960659.post-3004676295633376922015-09-01T07:51:00.001-07:002015-09-01T07:51:04.093-07:00September 1, 2015It has been a year to the day that Phil and I left for our Western tour of the United States. I haven't blogged too much since our return. But, I thought I might do a little reminiscing as I peruse and review each day of the 2014 'Trip of a Lifetime' blog.<div>So, please endure my musings and remembrances and see if there are other memories I can add to each daily post?</div><div><br></div><div>There are moments or days when thoughts of our travels wash over me this past year....remembering what we did, what I enjoyed and what I didn't care for too much or at all! Realizing that I am a "worry wart" at heart and sometimes feel that I am the exception to such musings......</div><div>I am a stay at home kind of gal....and love my house and its surrounds.....I am blessed to have my children and grandchildren close by.....I am blessed to live in Winona Lake...a place I have known since I was a little girl....to be part of a church that offers me sanctuary and friendship and worship....my world is very small and, I realize all this as I age.... </div><div>I'm becoming maudlin, so, I'll move along....</div><div><br></div><div>Remembering the morning we left, September1, 2014.....the 4-Runner was loaded to the roof of the car. Phil had done all his GPS programming prior to our leaving. He had entered each Holiday Inn Express address at every town we had planned to arrive that particular day. We had talked about how most days would start following a Holiday Inn Express stay.....eating breakfast they offered and then heading it down the highway....stopping early evening for a nice dinner and then chill out the rest of the evening. It worked.</div><div><br></div><div>Our first morning out as we traveled beyond Chicago the skies became overcast. However, past Chicago the skies cleared and the farmland was verdant. </div><div>I took a lot of photos through the windshield of the car...trying not to catch reflections and etc. but, that always didn't work.</div><div>I began to officially start the blog posts.</div><div>We stayed in a HIE in Iowa. Found a Mexican restaurant....it was just okay.</div><div>The next morning, Phil wanted to find a Verizon store and purchased a "Hot Spot." It is a device that gives you wi-fi no matter where you are....in the car or deep in a mountain's forest.....or in a foreign country.....(like Canada on this particular trip). He thought I could do the blog posts while driving down the highway....</div><div>Regardless, it became a valuable piece of our travels.</div><div><br></div><div>P.S. The first bag of gummie bears are gone. FYI, I did not eat one single gummie bear!</div><div>Just sayin'</div><div><br></div>Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524458723763869831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299957554638960659.post-83187136654600584402014-10-14T15:35:00.001-07:002014-10-27T17:48:06.088-07:00Trip of a Lifetime!I wrote this little "snippet" for our friends at North Winona Church of the Brethren's Newsletter.<div>Thought you all would enjoy it too....</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><div>Trip of a Lifetime! </div><div><br></div><div>September 1, 2014 - October 2, 2014</div><div><br></div><div>Proverbs 3:23, 26</div><div>You'll travel safely,</div><div>You'll neither tire or trip.</div><div>Because God will be right there with you; </div><div>He'll keep you safe and sound.</div><div><br></div><div>-Almost everyday we woke up to sunshine and moderate temperatures.</div><div><br></div><div>-We traveled 7,501 miles.</div><div><br></div><div>-We were in 15 states and 2 Canadian Provinces. We were a few hours from Alaska and 15 minutes from the Mexican Border.</div><div><br></div><div>-Our lowest temperature was 28 degrees in Lake Louise, Alberta, Canada.</div><div>-Our highest temperature was 102 degrees in Southern Arizona.</div><div><br></div><div>-We crossed the Missouri River five different times in the states of Iowa, South Dakota, Montana, Kansas and Missouri.</div><div><br></div><div>-We were in 15 National Parks and Forests, plus numerous State Parks and Points of Interests.</div><div><br></div><div>-We saw buffalo, coyote, mountain goats, eagles, and different varieties western birds. We were hoping to see moose and elk and maybe a bear from a distance.....but, nothing appeared.....</div><div><br></div><div>-We stayed 22 nights in various Holiday Inn Expresses.</div><div><br></div><div>-We stayed other nights in Yellowstone Lodge, Glacier National Lodge,</div><div>Lake Louise Cottage, LaConner Channel Lodge in Washington, Mt. Shasta Resort in California and with my sister at their Condo in Coronado, California.</div><div><br></div><div>-We ate salmon and oysters........Isn't that what you're supposed to eat when you visit the Northwest? </div><div>We chose not to eat at McDonalds too many times while traveling.</div><div><br></div><div>-Our snacks on the road were: Trail Mix, grapes, carrots and apples, fishy crackers, cheese and crackers, </div><div>peanut M & M's and........Phil's gummi bears.</div><div><br></div><div>-The highest we paid for gas was $4.39/gal. in Arizona and $2.39/gal in New Mexico.</div><div><br></div><div>-We went to two places to just get "destination decals,".....</div><div>1. Hurricane Ridge in Olympic National Park, traveling 5,200 feet in elevation.</div><div>2. Wall Drug in Wall, South Dakota...... Suckered into a tourist trap!</div><div><br></div><div>-We went to three National Sites that were not planned; Badlands in South Dakota, </div><div>Mt. St. Helens, Washington and the Petrified Forest in Arizona.</div><div><br></div><div>-Phil wanted to see the Monterey Peninsula and Pebble Beach Golf Course.</div><div>We were fortunate to have lunch "on" the 18th green at Pebble Beach Golf Course.</div><div>The first time we ever saw seals and sea lions in their natural habitat was on Monterey Peninsula on the Pacific Ocean driving the scenic "17 Mile Drive."</div><div>Phil played golf twice with my brother-in-law, Jim....... However, not at Pebble Beach!</div><div><br></div><div>-We ate lunch in the Hotel Del Coronado, in California, where the comedy movie in 1959, "Some Like It Hot," starring Marilyn Monroe, Tony Curtis, and Jack Lemmon was filmed. Our views at the Hotel Del were of the Pacific Ocean.</div><div><br></div><div>-We did not have time to see the Redwoods or the Sequoias or the Grand Canyon or Mesa Verde, Colorado (Cliff Dwellers)</div><div><br></div><div>-We planned to see the Canadian Rockies, Yellowstone, Glacier National Park,</div><div>LaConner, Washington, and the Pacific Ocean.</div><div><br></div><div>-But, most of all, I wanted to spend time with my sister and her family.....which we did in Mt. Shasta and Coronado, California and visiting my Aunt and Uncle and Family in Kansas City......totaling parts of 14 days.</div><div><br></div><div>-We planned this trip for two years prior to going......we felt that NOW was the time to take the trip, while we could still move and we both felt healthy....we would recommend going in late summer - to early fall.....missing the snow in the mountains and greater numbers of tourists at the National Parks...... However, Calgary, Alberta, Canada experienced an early 10 inches of snow the next day after we passed through when we were driving in 3 inches of snow.</div><div><br></div><div>-We were in awe of the majesty of the mountains, and how geologists were able to date rocks and their formations to over a billion years.</div><div><br></div><div>-We wondered how the pioneers survived getting to the "remote" areas of this mountainess wilderness.</div><div><br></div><div>-I enjoyed "doing" the blog and felt all of us were "connected."</div><div><br></div><div>-We thanked God every day for our safe journey. </div><div>-My prayer was; </div><div>"Dear Lord, please be with us every inch, every foot, every yard, every mile of this trip. Please take us home safely." ..........and He answered our prayer!</div><div><br></div><div>Journey Mercies</div><div><br></div></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524458723763869831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299957554638960659.post-17649526589381837462014-10-07T16:45:00.001-07:002014-10-07T18:03:21.634-07:00Road Trip Pictures<div><br></div><div>Tuesday, October 7, 2014</div><div><br></div><div>We are still trying to "soak" everything in! 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Shasta. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">There were many signs telling travelers about the level for potential forest fires in all the forested areas.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This Fire Truck was parked across from our Chalet. The Firemen were on their way home after helping with the forest fire in Weed, California.....7 miles from Mt. 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Our travel part of the day was shorter than usual.....traveling about 4 hours to arrive at my aunt and uncle's house in Lenexa, Kansas. Hugs and smiles all around!</div>
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My Aunt is an Artist. She has beautiful art around her home......art that she has done and other pieces that she appreciates. This piece was a gift from a friend. I apologize for catching the reflection of the chandelier.</div>
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Christmas time, wagon rides, horse back riding, playing games, Toledo Zoo.....it was great!</div>
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We ended the day with a lovely dinner. My cousin C. and her nephew, B. joined us and there were hugs and smiles all around!</div>
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Thank you my Dear Aunt and Uncle for a lovely afternoon and evening. You have always been the Best!!</div>
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But, we are ready to head it home! And what a great way to end our trip......with family.</div>
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Happy #1 Birthday to my Sweet Great Nephew, Gus!</div>
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Can you believe that we have been "on the road" for 30 days?......two days to go until we are home!</div>
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Phil wanted to drive on Old Route 66..... So, we veered off course for a ride....Route 66 followed pretty much along side Interstate 40 for most of our Oklahoma Route.</div>
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An old, sad, dilapidated barn / farm with a lone windmill and a rusty fence.</div>
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All through Texas and Oklahoma every so many miles there was a lone windmill.</div>
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An Oklahoma City Skyline</div>
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Tomorrow, Wednesday, October 1, 2014</div>
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We will travel to Kansas City, Kansas, visiting my aunt and uncle and two of my cousins and their families. It will be great to see them! So many great childhood memories!</div>
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Journey Mercies</div>
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