The test of an adventure is that when you are in the middle of it, you say to yourself, "Oh, now I've got myself into an awful mess; I wish I were sitting quietly at home." And the sign that something is wrong with you is when you sit quietly at home wishing you were out having lots of adventure. -Thornton Wilder

The nice thing about being confused is you get a chance to notice things a lot better than if you knew where you were going.

Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Pancho Villa State Park

Columbus, New Mexico

This was a nice campground just north of the Mexico border.  The mountains in the distance is Mexico.
I kind of wanted to stay an extra day but then I was antsy about moving on too.  I get that way early on in a road trip; always excited to see what is around the bend in the road and over the next hill.  If we are ever in the bottom of New Mexico again, I'll make a point of staying here.  
Can you spot The Little House on the Highway?

My first post at the time using the iPhone and an app while on the road.

Our camp is up front on the far right.

Thursday, August 21, 2014


Gibbon, Nebraska
(pop. around 2000)

Not far down the road from yesterday's covered wagon I had come across this wonderful collection of old cars.  To some this may appear as a junk yard but I'm sure it is much more than that to the owner.

To someone who needs a door or fender for their old classic, this place is a gold mine.

Here is a good example. Get enough parts and pieces from various cars and you have a complete vehicle.  Notice the wood framework in the cab.  That is how they did it in the old days.

I would have loved to wander around in this yard. 
The yard photos were taken by my holding the camera high over my head and the fence.

I can't identify the car on the left, but it has a lot of potential.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Soon to be 100 Years Old

Kearney, Nebraska

The plaster and wood creation of oxen pulling the Conestoga Wagon or Prairie Schooner, was the tourist magnet for what used to be a trading post for many years along Highway 30, The Lincoln Highway.  It closed down some years ago and fell into disrepair when the owner died .

Fortunately new owners stepped in a few years back, refurbished the building for offices and restored the oxen and wagon which continue to attract the motoring tourist of today.  The sign in the above photo states the title of this post and asks "Please Do Not Touch Oxen or Wagon.

I didn't touch.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

The Great Platte River Road Archway

Kearney, Nebraska

I had this on my list of things to see.  I knew it would be easy to find for it spans Interstate 80.
 But I certainly didn't expect it to be on such a grand scale.  

I was thinking a simple little enclosed walkway where you could look down upon the traffic below.

(disclaimer here: the following pictures I got off the Internet)
Okay, this was way more than I planned on.

Walking inside I was immediately greeted by a young lady wearing a prairie dress welcoming me to the Great Platte River Road Archway and asking if I was going to to see...something.  I don't know what she said for my eyes were fixed up this escalator ascending up into what looked like some creation out of Disneyland.  I could here music, voice recordings and sound effects emanating from the mouth of the cave above.  Finally I simply said, "I came to see the Arch".  She then guided me over to the nearby counter so I could purchase a $12 ticket.  Okay, I needed to think about this.

I wandered around downstairs, looking at things for sale in the gift shops and there was A LOT!
The tourist dollar was highly valued here.

I went into another little room that had a nice selection of brochures of more sites to see in the area. There was a lady sitting at her desk with a computer just in case you had any questions that perhaps she couldn't answer.  I think she was lonely in this room all by herself and so we had a nice visit.  What I found most interesting was her telling me of a visitor she had two weeks earlier.  The man said he had ancestors who came west on the Mormon, California and Oregon Trails all which joined together at Fort Kearney.  No one in his family had any interest in the history of their pioneering parentage and so he was here by himself.   He told the lady that his dream was to walk portions of the trails that still remain.  The man was 70 years old.  Hearing that story made my stop at The Great Platte River Road Archway complete.  Good for him and I hope the old guy fulfills his dream.

Monday, August 18, 2014

End of the Civil War

Appomattox, Virginia
where General Lee formally surrendered to General Grant.
This is the little village of Appomattox today, reconstructed by the National Park Service

It was so lovely there, very peaceful and quiet.  

Hard to imagination guns and cannons going of in such a tranquil setting.

 This is the Clover Hill Tavern, rebuilt.

The last two lines are important.

Inside was a recreation of the printing process for the 30,000 parole documents given out to the Confederate Soldiers.  These documents were extremely important to each soldier for they afforded them safe passage back to their homes and farms in the South...what was left of them.

Unfortunately there were some who never lived to see their parole document.
The last half of the sign is especially poignant. 

Notice the lone Union flag.
Explanation in the sigh above.

I realized I never finished up with Appomattox after using a few photos for the observation of our nation's birthday back on July 4.  You can see that post here.

There's an assortment of Good Fences here in this post.
For more Good Fences go to TWG's  Good Fences

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Monday Mural

Codaz, Nebraska

A big mural that I still could not get it all in one shot even when standing across the highway.

The art club of Codaz has been around for a number of years.

The Lincoln Highway (Hwy 30) runs right through the Great Plains town of Codaz, population right at 4000.  Interstate 80 which took over traffic from the Hwy 30, missed Codaz completely.
I'm sure the residents didn't mind one bit.
The weeds are a nice added touch.

For more murals check out Oakland Daily Photo Monday Mural

Peach Pie

Our peach tree produced the sweetest crop of peaches this year than ever before.

My wife made the best peach pie I have ever had.

Perfect crust too.

A slice of heaven.

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Cape San Blas, Florida

Totally took this photo incorrectly as the "experts" say to have the horizon at one-third of the frame,
not splitting it in half!  But it is all I got, so there.

 Yes, bad weather was in the forecast and we were told to evacuate the campground that morning for we could be cut off from the only avenue of escape.  How exciting!  Well we were leaving anyway.  Once on the five mile long road I am looking at the waters and thinking how wimpy the surf looked.  I mean, I live near the Pacific Ocean and even the calmest day there has bigger surf than this!

The fact of the matter was the wind would push the water up onto the roadway carrying the beach with it and until the road was cleared away by graders, there would be no getting through the mess.
I can understand that.

But I stopped along the way anyways to enjoy the moment and take a few pictures.

The picture I put onto the blog at the time.  The iPhone is good for fun shots like this and easy to insert into the blog when internet connections leave a lot to be desired.

At least I did better in the composition department with this short video.

Friday, August 15, 2014

Janis Joplin Museum

Port Arthur, Texas

I knew there was a collection of Janis Joplin memorabilia in Port Arthur, her home town.  My information said it was in the Museum of the Gulf Coast, and I was expecting some little building like most of these museums are I seek out.  Finding the Museum of the Gulf Coast was no easy task either.  Claire, my GPS lady, led me all around Port Arthur into some pretty run-down areas and neighborhoods.  I hardly saw any people about anywhere.  I found complete city blocks empty of buildings, just foundations left behind.  I thought it was all due hard economic times or some major downtown redevelopment program that was started and never finished.  I eventually learned that all I had seen was the effects of Hurricane Rita in 2005 and Hurricane Ike in 2008.  Vast areas of Port Arthur never recovered. 

So you can imagine my surprise when I finally found the Museum.  It was the only newish looking building in port area, it was much bigger than I expected and no one was there.  Now that could be good - I have the place all to myself, or it could be bad - I came on the day that they were closed.
They were open. Whew!  It is hurricane proof too.

The lady at the counter who greeted me was very friendly (most all Texans are) and I admitted to her that I had come just to see the Janis Joplin portion.  She said that they get many visitors who come for that only and directed me upstairs to the Music Hall.  "But please tour the rest of our museum for I think you'll find it interesting also."  I said I would.

And there it was off in the corner, Janis's 1965 Porsche.  Oh was I excited.

I was so giddy to finally be here.  

I mean here I was, standing right next to her car that she drove.

Like I could touch it too.  I looked around for surveillance cameras.

Then I read the sign and saw the word "replica".  Huh?  
I read on and my heart sank.

I tried to get this devastating revelation cleared from mind 
as I slowly wandered by the display cabinets. 

Aw, look at her as a little girl.

Wow, she was a good artist too.  I didn't know that.

And that was it.  One cabinet, nothing more.  
I waited years to come here, and this is all there was?  

There was this sculpture and seeing nothing else, I went back for one last look at the replica car then wandered aimlessly around the rest of the Music Hall portion of the museum.

 I was impressed with the large amount of recording artists that hailed from this area, but I didn't take anymore pictures.  I was still dealing with the car and the minuscule memorabilia collection.

I went back out in the parking lot to eat lunch in the Little House on Highway with Sinbad who was happy to see me return so soon.  While eating I reasoned that what more could one really expect?  She lived only to the age of 27 with just four brief years to show for in creating a music legend.

You can see the home she grew up in on this post from the road at the time of our tour of Port Arthur.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Good Chicken Fence

Shelbyville, Kentucky

So you may wonder what is so special about this blurry, 
taken while driving, full of window reflection picture of a fence?  
This is Colonel Sander's of Kentucky Fried Chicken fame, next door neighbor's fence.

You can see the original posting here.

For more fences without the fried chicken aroma check out TexWisGirl's