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Aloha, Maui September 2018 Sister Trip 9

18 Oct

This adventure was a first for Jerri and me. You say, what? You went to Maui last year. We did and this is the first time we’ve ever repeated a destination. We stayed in the same condo as last year and visited some of the same places as well as several new sights. This is what it looked like the day we arrived…bright and sunny with clouds off in the distance over Molokai. (photo credit to RD Schmidt). It was very hot and humid unlike the more perfect weather we had last year.

*Please remember to click on a picture if you wish to enlarge it to see more detail

Our first dinner was at Leilani’s at Kananapali Beach. We were delighted they honored a coupon that Bob and I received some 40 years ago and, thus, received a free Hula Pie. Jerri is ready to dig in!

Our first sunset was gorgeous and we took this picture from our condo’s lanai.

We went snorkeling the next morning and were a bit disappointed as the water was murky making it difficult to find our quarry. But we did see one green back turtle (honu) and several varieties of fish.

We had to return to Kahului that afternoon and decided to visit Ho’okipa Beach. It’s a superb place to see turtles from the shore as well as be able to watch wind surfers.

We tried snorkeling at Oneloa Beach and found it to be much more fun than the day before.

The big treat was to espy a honu. Jerri was the best as spotting them. She has a sixth sense about where to find them.

That evening, Jerri said she thought it felt like rain and I thought it was just the humidity. But it was an omen. Clouds did begin to form and we saw another superb sunset.

A bit later, we could see rain in distant clouds.

Jerri was right. We were awakened that night to rain blowing in our bedroom window. This was our view the next morning. Quite a difference from the first day’s view

It rained and rained with a lot of thunder. I’ve never heard thunder that rumbled as loudly and as long as that did. I could feel it affect my insides a couple of times. I was glad we had a roof over our heads. This peaceful guy was a visitor during the storm.

Eventually, we saw a rainbow (after all, Hawaii is the Rainbow State!) and the day improved from that point on at least in our area. We found out that the main road to Kahului was closed due to flooding.

We went back to Oneloa Beach in hopes to snorkel but neglected to think about the possibility of the surf being up because of the storm. It was too rough to snorkel so we tried boogie boarding and that didn’t work. Body surfing was also unsuccessful. There were too many currents and rocks to worry about. It might not look rough but it was.

So we sat on the beach and read a bit. It’s a pleasant beach without hoards of people.

A boardwalk above Oneloa Beach is surrounded by some ultra green plants that houses many geckos and large garden spiders. I just wanted to show you two great pictures that Jerri took.

This shot shows a very successful spider that is just biding his time to go get that little green fly/bug in the upper left corner.

We took a ride through Kihei and Wailea to the end of the road at La Pérouse Bay. You can see it was still cloudy on this day. We had hoped to see a pod of dolphins that lives in the area. You can see it’s still a bit cloudy over the ocean.

We didn’t see dolphins but we did see a lot of chunky lava. It’s called a’a lava because it cools quickly and moves fast so that it tears into clunky pieces. It would hurt to fall down in it. Luckily, neither one of us knows this from experience. That is a cinder cone in the distance.

From there, we went to the treat of the day…Mama’s Fish House, the place that all tour books say is ONO (the best). The daily menu always gives credit to the fisherman who caught the fish and where it was caught. It’s amazing! You can tell we’re happy to be here! Mama’s beach is in the background.

We were so hungry and excited to eat our entrees that we forgot to take a picture of them. BUT here is a picture of our dessert…the Black Pearl. It’s as good as it looks!

Our next jaunt was the trek up to Haleakala. It’s a deceiving drive as you think the entire is shrouded with clouds, but you drive through them and voila! You’re in a clear area.

Earlier, I was complaining about it being so hot and here we have donned windbreakers. It’s because the summit is over 10,000’ and it’s quite a bit cooler than the 85-90º we were used to. Here you can see into the crater. There are hiking trails into the crater and out the other side to Kipahulu.

The sign shows where we are in this picture. If you click on the picture to enlarge it, you can see Lahaina, a town a bit south of where we were staying. It’s a long jaunt up the volcano. A few days later, we drove completely around the large part of Maui while seeing the road to Hana.

This tells the Haleakala story much better than I could.

Halakala is home to a host of living things that arrived and thrived, against all odds, in the most isolated islands on the planet. Today, Haleakala protects the last or only home for plants and animals found nowhere else on earth. The silver, round, spiky plant in the background is a growing silver sword. It will grow a tall blooming spike and then die. The spike beside Cora has run its course.

A sword plant in bloom. They grow only on Haleakala.

Sneaky clouds coming into the crater

Ferns are often the first to grow in volcanic areas. I find that amazing!

The road to Hana is quite often narrow, one lane and sometimes down right scary. Tourist lit. says it has over 600 turns. I don’t know that for a fact, but the road is NEVER straight!

Waves on the Ke’anae Peninsula.

Taro fields on the Ke’anae Peninsula. We got some good banana bread and sandwiches at Auntie Sandy’s. No taro though.

The road to Hana is famous for many waterfalls. Guidebooks have waterfall alerts!

Wai’anapanapa Black Sand State Beach

‘Alau Island. If you enlarge this, you might be able to see coconut trees on the peak of the island. Local boys are said to have swum out to the island and planted them.

Us at the mouth of the ‘Ohe’o Gulch

Highway bridge over one of the falls at ‘Ohe’o Gulch (aka Seven Sacred Pools that are not really sacred)

We drove all the way around past Hana to get back to near Kahului with the intention of stopping at Charles Lindbergh’s grave. By the time I realized I’d missed the turn, we were too far past it. Jerri took this nice picture of the backside of Halakala. Just a few days earlier we’d been above those clouds.

Pokowai Sea Arch

Built in 1862, St. Joseph’s Church is in a remote and sparely populated Kaupa. Services are held only if there is a fifth Sunday in a month.

I’ve mentioned geckos and thought you might like to see one. This little guy somehow got on the hood of a car in Lahaina. The ladies inside the car were quite indignant that I was taking pictures of their car.

We finally got a good snorkeling day and got to see some fun critters. We saw honu both swimming and settled in the coral.

A trumpet fish

Some jacks (ulua) with what I believe is a variety of black tang. The snorkeling was fun but as we were resting on the beach, people just kept coming and coming and pretty soon we were just inches from the people who surrounded us. The beach wasn’t like that last year.

We had an excellent dinner for our last night in Maui. As we left the restaurant, we saw this egret that Jerri named George. He was walking along a row of plants and every so often would sort of wave his neck in a sort of hypnotizing manner. We found out he was hunting for lizards (probably geckos).

The surf was up during our last day, so it was probably a good thing the trip was at an end. There was no way we could have snorkeled that day anyway.

I didn’t mention that one day Jerri put her driver’s license in my backpack one day when she was driving. We couldn’t find it when we got back to our room. Yes, it was an awful feeling. We searched everywhere and retraced out steps several times. She was able to get on the plane using her Costco card (has a photo) and a couple credit cards plus a thorough pat down and scanning. Twice she had to do that. It was during a wait at the Oakland airport, I was rummaging around in my backpack and found her license. It seems a camera folded over part of a partition in the backpack and covered it up. Yes, we both searched the backpack several times and I thought I had emptied it. I’m so sorry that she had to endure the thorough searches at the airports, but at least she didn’t have to sit at our DMV all day waiting to get a new license. We are both grateful for that. All’s well that ends well, I guess.

Jerri and I are always excited to go on our sister trip and this time we might have anticipated it a bit too much. We dreamed about swimming almost every day with the honu and its fellow creatures of the deep. Perhaps we dreamed too much and were a bit disappointed in the weather and the relatively poor snorkeling. Another factor was the seemingly large increase in people and traffic since just a year ago. We did get to see new sights, experience new things and meet some fun people with Aloha spirit, so the trip was fun and the food was great! We’ve decided, though, that we’ll not repeat an adventure again as that might bring bad ju ju. With that in mind, we bid aloha to Maui.  We are very thankful, however, that we are able to travel and enjoy each other’s company.



September 14, 2018 A day filled with visual treats

15 Sep

The day began with a normal trip to the gym to work out to do my regular cardio and stretching routine and josh with fellow gym advocates. Dawn was approaching as I wended my way home on Hwy. 395 and I could tell that it might be a nice sunrise.

This is what I saw as I was putting out seed and fresh water for my birds and the other critters that wander into my yard. (Don’t forget to click on the image to enlarge it)

I especially like this one taken a few minutes later because it reminds me of pictures I’ve seen of lava streams going downhill on the Big Island of Hawaii.

Later that day the wind was blowing at a good clip when I went to get my mail and these are the scenes I saw of some big lenticular clouds.

Usually these clouds remind me of humongous UFOs or the USS Enterprise from Star Trek, but these were a bit different.

The funniest visual treat that afternoon was when Sid Squirrel came to visit the feeding station. He is named Sid because my good buddy, Shirley Porter in Grand Junction, knew a guy who was actually named Sid Squirrel. This Sid is a regular ground squirrel who frequents my property (along with his buddies and family). They are not my favorite because they are food hogs and eat way more than their share whereas the smaller squirrels and the birds eat a normal amount of their treats.

So here is Sid below the actual feeder feasting on a peach that had fallen from my peach tree (way too wormy for me to eat). (Yes, the pole leans like that because I didn’t get it into the ground very straight and the wind is also a factor in that slant)

I watched him look up to see the actual bird feeder and then shinny up the pole like he is a cross-fit advocate. Here he is stretched from the pole to the feeder. Sid is quite an acrobat!

Then Sid jumped to the actual feeder to begin stuffing himself. His cheeks looked like he had a terrible case of mumps. I told Sid in explicit terms that he knows he’s not supposed to be there and with that, he jumped back to the pole, slid down it like a fireman and ran off to the sagebrush in back of my fence.

I know I enable Sid and his cohorts with the buffet I put out for the “birds” and that I sort of ask for them to be invaders. But the entertainment factor far outweighs the bad parts. I wish you could see the male quail chest bumping chests and sparring with each other. One evening I was watching about 10 of the quail eating and scratching around a 12 pound seed block when all of a sudden several of the males began chasing each other back and forth like Keystone Kops in a classic chase scene. A cottontail rabbit was also with the birds at the block and finally he climbed up on the seed block and watched them. I could see his head moving from side to side as these quail put on quite a show. Sometimes I just laugh out loud at the antics of my critters.

There are many visual treats available here in the Carson Valley and even in my back yard…one just has to be patient and watch for them.

Adventure around the Corner – Never a Dull Moment

20 Jun

This morning I was doing some computer work and kept hearing weird noises…like a loud flame thrower or maybe a low hot air balloon. They drift over us frequently in our hot valley. Curiosity got the best of me and I went outside to investigate. Yup. There was a balloon very close to my house…in fact it had just landed on the cul de sac one block over from me.

One of guys hollered at me to come on over and take more pictures. What he really wanted was some help to dismantle the thing and pack it away.  Zoe, the owner, is turning on the gas to give a spectacular background.

Hot air balloons are huge up close and personal. This is a view looking up into the interior before it’s deflated.

The beginning of the deflation process. The gondola (basket) was tipped on its side at this point.

It’s been deflated and some of the neighbors, the crew and I were gathering it together.

I’m using a velcro strap to help bundle it together.

That huge balloon is now stuffed inside  into that blue bag.

Learning about the buns-in process.

This is buns-in. We all turned around and sat down on the big bag to help take the air out of the bag to make it more manageable. You can tell that was a fun part.

The neighbors and I went home after the buns-in part and Zoe was left to have her crew help her with the gondola.

This just goes to show you that sometimes adventure and new experiences are literally around the corner.  You just have to listen, look and jump at opportunities.







A Journey through Time – Grand Canyon Rafting Trip May, 2018

5 Jun

In 2011, my niece, Jolee, went with me on a rafting trip on the Colorado River through the Grand Canyon. That trip has wonderful memories. So I was thrilled when she and her husband, Jason, asked me if I would like to go with them on another Grand Canyon rafting trip to celebrate their 40th birthdays. Jason’s sister, Kristi, and her husband, Mark, were on board to take the trip also. Please double click if you wish to enlarge a photo.

Jolee booked us for an eight-day trip that was primarily focused on the geology of the Canyon. Dr. Paul Knauth, geology professor emeritus at Arizona State University, was our esteemed leader who kept us well informed about all things in the Canyon. Paul is an amazing man about whom I’ll tell you more later. We had a wide variety of people and occupations on the trip and they were all interesting.

Just a few miles into the trip we went under the Navajo Bridge, 470’ above the River. This is the last car crossing of the River until Hoover Dam, 342 miles downstream.

As we descended into the Canyon, Paul told us what to look for and what geological unit we were seeing.

Fossilized paw prints of some ancient creature

Lots of plants/cacti were in bloom:
Grizzly-bear prickly pear

Cholla cactus blossom

Jimsonweed, a strong hallucinogenic

Whiptail lizard found at our first lunch site. A biologist who specialized in reptiles was on the trip. Dave was a great guy. We had a lot of fun with him and his main squeeze, Merry.

We saw more than 30 bighorn sheep on the trip.

But the baby on a giant boulder was the cutest of all.

The first night’s loo with a view. We took this photo for Scott (Jolee’s youngest brother) using his patented pose.

Our first night’s campsite at Lots of boulders in the way if one had to get up in the middle of the night, which of course, I did. One has to pee in the river for several ecological reasons.

The view looking back up-stream on our second morning on the River. I love how the sun lights up canyon walls a bit at a time.

Ravens waiting for us to leave the campsite. This photo is weird because my lens cover wasn’t retracting correctly. Must have been due to the fact I got sand in it. Eventually, it died because it got wet. Luckily I had my underwater camera to finish the journey.

Jason doing some beard grooming. He took a lot of ribbing about sand and food in his beard.

The 5 of us posing in the Redwall Cavern.

Jolee and Kristi are posing this time. Redwall is so big that about 3 other boat tours were there as well as us and there was no crowding. People were throwing footballs and Frisbees while others were reading, eating or exploring.

Kristi and a view of the Canyon

Bridge of Sighs. Many of those holes that look like caves were formed by ancient aquifers. Often, one can see a matching hole on the other side of the canyon.

There was no campfire but we had a nightly circle where we’d eat dinner, converse and find out what we would be doing the next day.

One of our night visitors. This scorpion was found and kept in a pan until we left the next morning. Two of our people were stung by a scorpion during our last night in camp. Luckily, they didn’t suffer any lasting effects.

Another nightly visitor was ringtail cats. It seemed like we saw their prints every morning going very close to our cots. They eat berries and prickly pears but also like to raid campsites to get whatever they can find.

I never saw a ringtail but here is an image from the internet

At every campsite, we had to help unload and load the rafts. This was called the fireline. An orange bag contained our sleeping bag and our duffle that was not supposed to weigh over 25 pounds. Some did.

During one lunch stop, we saw this desert spiny lizard. His blue throat told us he was looking for a mate. We did see him go to another tree and try to meet another lizard. But she rejected him for another. Too bad.

One of the bighorn rams that we saw.

The Little Colorado is a tributary to the regular Colorado River. High alkaline content and minerals give it a distinctive turquoise hue. It is great fun to play in as it’s quite a bit warmer than the 48º River. This is Kristi enjoying a tube ride.

There aren’t enough toys for everyone, so we were instructed to use our lifejackets. Jason and Jolee are showing us the proper attire for the Little Colorado.

At 84, Austin was in on every activity. He and his wife were great to talk to.

Jason and Jolee at the Little Colorado

One of our treats was to hike a creek bed and see a waterfall. It was pretty, cool and refreshing. We all took sort of showers in it.

There were other falls to shower, but I liked this one best.

Paul telling us about some fossilized bacteria…”the same green stuff you find in your dog dish.” He had so many fascinating things to tell us.

Diamonds in the bottom of the Grand Canyon! They were huge mineral deposits that looked like diamonds.

Cockeyed spires

Mark on the pontoon

After one particular hot, dry day on the River, Kristi, our new friend, Merry, and Jolee used moisturizing masks and wine to rehydrate. It was fun!

The narrowest part of the River is 76’. Tanner and JP, our boat drivers pulled our rafts together so that we almost spanned the River, too.

Elves’ Chasm is a delightful place to take a dip and jump off the ledge above the water fall. This is the one thing I wanted to do on this trip. My fear of heights got to me as I froze when it was my turn to leap. Consequently, I didn’t jump out far enough and hit a rock in the pool. Yes, it hurt and I was embarrassed.

I had to be helped back to the raft and my activities were curtailed for a time. Luckily, it was toward the end of the trip and I missed only one hike. It was not broken and the best thing was that I got a pee can and didn’t have to trundle to the river on my nightly excursions.

Deer Creek Falls is 180’ tall and creates a wind when it hits the pond below. There is a beautiful area above the falls and back toward the mountain. Most of our crew went there but I stayed below and soaked in the pond.

Havasu Creek is another tributary that is mineral laden and shows off a pretty turquoise color. Here are dories moored at the mouth of the creek.

Jolee and Jason helped me hike up to the area where people can swim and sun. It is a great place for photographers(of which there was an entire tour there with their tripods and cameras)

The rapids in the Grand Canyon are rated from 1 to 10, unlike other rivers that are fro 1 to 5. We had some pretty good rides on several rapids and our last 10 was Lava Falls. It’s a lot of fun but dangerous and the drivers must be very careful traversing the Upper and Lower Falls.  We were excited to go through the Lower Lava Rapid three times.  Hoorah!

We stayed to watch a tour of small oar driven rafts go through Lava and also to make sure they all got through without mishap. You can see that they can get turned around and seemingly become engulfed with the waves. Everyone cheered when each small raft went through successfully. It was a good day.

This truly was a journey through time. We traveled through many geologic ages beginning with the Kaibab formation (about 250 million years old) down to the Vishnu Schist and Zoroaster Granite (1700 to 2000 million years old).

I can understand the above diagram, but when I see the real deal, it becomes a puzzle to me. However, when we got into the Vishnu Schist, it’s rather distinctive and everybody remembers it because of all the puns that are made.

Then we got to the Great Unconformity. This non-layer indicates an age in which no sediments can be found. It is indicative of a time when an advancing sea eroded away the sediments that should be here. The lady in the bluish shirt is actually touching the Unconformity

This is where we had some good laughs. Paul was explaining all this to us when another boat tour walked through our group on their way to the end of the slot canyon we were in. Paul told us, “You are now at a revival.” He began quoting many scriptures and we were hollering “Amen, Brother” while the people walked through in a timid way As soon as the folks passed by, Paul immediately went back to his talk and never missed a beat. He is an amazing man who is world renown in geology circles and can quote Shakespeare at length as well as the Bible and other literary masterpieces at will.

Some out takes


Duct tape works for banged up feet

Mark and Kristi

Cots make a nice temporary shade

We survived!

It was a great trip and I’d go again in a heartbeat!

                                THE ENDS!















































A Carson Valley Spring – April 2018

12 Apr

Spring is fun here in the Carson Valley.  The weather can change in what seems like an instant and temperatures vary by sometimes 30, 40 or 50 degrees.  Since spring officially arrived, we’ve experienced rain, wind, a lot of snow in the mountains, more wind plus some really nice, sunny days.  I would like to share some images of this spring from my area and the Jacobs Berry Family Berry Farm in Gardnerville.

(Don’t forget to click on images to enlarge them)

This semi-flood was caused by our March rains. I just found out this area is part of a natural channel for the Johnson Lane Wash to the Carson River that has been blocked by the main street into the area where I live. Water was here for months last year. If you want to buy this, I also have a bridge to sell you.

Daffodils love the spring and will pop their heads up even in the snow.

Daffodils in the front yard

The Jacobs Family Berry Farm starts its spring with MANY daffodils. These are part of the flowers that surround a 150 year old cottonwood tree.

These hyacinths are also in area around the cottonwood. Soon there will be many different types of flowers in bloom almost appearing as loyal subjects of King Cottonwood.

These daffodils lining the driveway look out on the Sierras just a few miles away.

You can see the berry field in back of the fence and daffodils. The berry canes will be tied up to their wire frames getting them ready to begin their journey to producing the tasty berries.  They are usually ready by mid-July.

The beginning of this year’s beautiful iris in front of the old blacksmith shop and next to the berry field.

These rhizomes from which the iris grow are at least 100 years old. They continue to provide a radiant accent to the farm. Diana has taught me to use a variety of plants that will bloom in stages throughout the spring and summer, thus giving resplendent color throughout the summer.

A peach tree just beginning to bloom.

Peach blossoms. Our winds have been up to 50 mph the past two days and I hope the blossoms don’t get blown off the trees.

Pretty pink blossoms on a tree next to the yard where weddings and other celebrations are held. will give you a history and splendid photos of the Farm if you would care to learn more about it.  The Farm has quite a history and you can still walk around and into structures that are close to 150 years old.  Diana Jacobs is a dear friend who I’ve known since kindergarten.

Spring also brings some different birds. One yellow-headed blackbird arrived last week. Maybe he was a scout. This morning there were at least 25 of them flocking to the feeding area.

Red-winged blackbirds have also arrived. They and their yellow-headed cousins love to thrash the bird seed all over the place and soon empty the feeders every morning now.

A pair mallard ducks has arrived also. They were here last year, too.  I don’t know if they are resting while on migration or they just decided to come here for a couple weeks before they move to a breeding ground. I heard a canyon wren yesterday and that’s exciting to me. I’ve never seen one, but I know the call. Soon tiny puff balls will be scurrying with their quail parents.

See what I mean about weather changing quickly? Howling wind last night and snow this morning that took even the weathermen by surprise.

See the snow in the raised garden behind the tree? This is why it’s not wise to plant anytime before Mother’s Day even though the stores are already tempting us with beautiful plants. Spring is truly a delightful time that brings all kinds of entertainment, activities and surprises.

Ravin’ Lunch – March 2018

22 Mar

We haven’t had very much snow this winter, but we did have a nice storm a week ago.  Again, I have a little story to tell about my birds.  This time, ravens are the stars. (Don’t forget to click on an image to enlarge it and see more detail if you wish)

Some nice snow looking very pristine in the backyard

I love how the snow fall in clumps on the trees. Of course I wouldn’t like it if these same heavy limbs were breaking power lines.

My backyard birds are always hungry and a snowy day is no exception. Ravens and tri-colored blackbirds are the primary birds here. The quail, sparrows and finches slept in, but they don’t enjoy being with the ravens very much.

It’s snowing and the ravens are roosting in the tree waiting to swoop down for lunch.  READY…

SET… He’ll go after the suet feeder in the middle of the trunk


ATTACKING THE SUET…The ravens wait their turn to try to get at the suet as if they realize it’s fruitless to bicker about who is first.

HANGING IN THERE.   Actually, ravens don’t normally hang on to a tree as woodpeckers do. But if they are hungry enough and like the food, they will try anything. Then, too, their beaks are thick and it’s difficult for them to get through the smaller mesh in the suet feeder. They keep trying and eventually do get a few bites. Starlings are better at this same trick because their beaks are smaller.  Quail usually hang out below and eat up the fallen suet crumbs when starlings are chowing down.

Sunrise after the storm. This was taken about 6:15 AM looking west to the Sierras. The sun has to rise over the Pine Nuts to the east and that is why the Sierras get lit up from the top down.

Isn’t it amazing how much a scene can change in ten minutes?

The Boys – Buddy and Max +Bia, the girl cousin

1 Mar

The Boys are Jerri and Allan’s dogs, Buddy and Max. We don’t take dogs for a walk. It’s take The Boys for a walk; Time to feed The Boys; The Boys have been bums today. And so on.

The Boys went with them to Death Valley and consequently with me since I was bunking on their sofa in the motor home. Both of them are kind and gentle and love their family and I suspect both would protect the family as best they could. The following is a photo chronicle of The Boys in Death Valley.

Buddy – aka Budweiser or Eeyore. He is a rescue from Utah and is suspected to be from a puppy mill. A lab thoroughbred with a bad back and in need of some orthodontic work. Sometimes he reminds us of Eeyore because he looks sad or woebegone. But he’s a sweet boy and so loveable. He’s 13 and had a stem cell transplant two years ago that made him seem like a puppy. He was running with Max and was able to get on the couch to sit with Jerri until just recently. Sadly, the transplant seems to be wearing off and it’s becoming more difficult for him to get around.

This is Max – aka Maxwell von Biddle or Maxwell for short when he begins to do something he shouldn’t. He’s a rescue from the Pyramid Lake Reservation and is a lab/black mouth cur combination. Max is a big boy who thinks he’s much smaller than he is. He is five and has lots of energy. He loves to run and is fast enough to catch squirrels and sometimes pigeons. Chasing birds to watch them fly gives him kicks. He loves the horses that live next door and runs out to greet them, rub noses with them or run with them.

You can see that Max is a lot bigger than Buddy. Technically, all dogs must be on a leash when outside, but Buddy is so docile that he just sits while Max is always on duty, checking out things.

Always on patrol

Buddy know he needs to stay hydrated in Death Valley

Is it morning already? Sometimes Max sneaks up on the bed and crowds Jerri and Allan so much they can hardly move.

Poor Buddy sleeps at the foot of the bed.

This isn’t one of Buddy’s best Eeyore looks, but it’s close.

The Boys like to be near the family at all times and choose a great place to take a nap right where we walk between the sofa and table.

Sometimes Buddy gets into a small place where Max can’t bug him. He loves to sleep under the desk in the computer room at home. Note: this is in front of where Buddy and Max were napping in the previous picture.

When Max needs to take care of an itch, everyone knows it. His tags rattle and a big foot goes after that itch with a great production. You should see when he cleans his feet. He puts the entire foot in his mouth and gnaws on it.  Truly a weird sound.

Then there is Bia (aka Beezie), Buddy and Max’s little girl cousin. Bia is also a rescue that is three-quarters lab and one-quarter pit bull. She has a lab personality and loves her family and people to no end. She is just a year old and is still learning the ropes. Bia’s energy is boundless and wants to play with every dog or critter she finds. Her tail is like a whip with no nerves. It whacks anything nearby (your leg, a wall, a tree,  a chair, ad infinitum) and without having any effect. But your leg feels it! She is so happy to see you and practically wags her fanny off trying to greet you.  Bia belongs to Jolee and her family.

One of Bia’s favorite positions to rest or contemplate what she’s going to do next.

Bia wants so much to play with Buddy and Max, but they don’t seem to want to. I think she moves way too fast for Buddy and he’s not able to run and jump with her anyway. Max, as big as he is (100+ pounds vs. 50 pounds) seems to be a bit intimidated by her.

Is that you, Max?

A wistful plea…Won’t you play with me, Max? I’m hoping when Bia gets a bit older that Max will play with her a bit.

The Boys and Bia are back home in their familiar environs and have settled back into their daily routines. It’s such a kick to go over to their houses and be greeted by them. Unconditional love…that’s what The Boys and the little girl give 24/7.


Death Valley Adventure February 2018

26 Feb

Following is the chronicle of our family’s annual pilgrimage to Death Valley during the Douglas County High School Presidents’ Day/Week break. This annual gathering began several years ago when Carson City firemen and other firefighters would gather there for a week long rite of golf, hiking, horseshoes, and other activities that would fit the Death Valley location.

Jerri and Allan drove their motor home to DV on Valentine’s Day and I followed a day later due to obligations at the Nevada State Museum. Many don’t like the long drive through what seems to be desolate desert, but I rather enjoy it. Granted, the sagebrush views don’t vary much but, there is always a chance of seeing wild burros, wild horses, bighorn sheep, deer and large birds of prey.  Don’t forget to click on the images if you wish to see more detail.

I always get a thrill when I see this huge flag flying in Hawthorne near the Hawthorne Army Depot.

The next stop was Goldfield, NV, a tiny town (pop. Less than 300) with a rich mining history in the early 1900s when the population was more than 20,000.

The Equipment Display is beside the local library that was the elementary school in 1908 and morphed into other uses throughout the years.

WWII practice bombs recovered outside Goldfield and Tonopah.

A mid-1930s highway maintenance truck that was still used 30 years later. Nevada likes to get its money’s worth.

A few miles before dropping into Death Valley proper, I visited Rhyolite, NV, another rich mining town during the early 1900s.

It was a booming place and some buildings had electricity and indoor plumbing.  Quite modern for 1908.

A three room bottle house that was built in 1906 and was raffled off. The house served as a residence for the winning family for many years.

Rhyolite today…school building, Overbury Building (bank and business), depot in background

Rhyolite Emporium – the Porter Brothers’ store ruins with a two-room cabin in the distance (thought to have been a brothel, though it was originally built as a residence)

Las Vegas and Tonopah Depot

The town symbol was a penguin. It represented the enigma of gold mining. “As much chance of finding gold in the desert as finding a penguin.” (BLM pamphlet) Mining tailings can be seen in the background.

Someone has built a small museum along with some strange sculptures outside of the actual townsite.  See for more info on this and the pink lady Lego sculpture.

I wanted to walk around this area more but the wind was so darned cold and biting that I left in hopes to find warmer weather in DV.

The boys (Buddy and Max) needed to be walked shortly after I arrived. Jerri and Allan’s motor home is directly behind Jerri.

Jerri, Allan and I played nine holes of golf the next morning. It was fun and the weather was perfect!

Panamint daisies were the only flowers in bloom. I suspect the wildflowers will not be as profuse as last year due to little to no rain in DV.

This is a view from Artist’s Palette looking toward Badwater. I like it but don’t know how Jerri got it in her camera. She doesn’t either.

This is what the colors really were.

The road through Artist’s Palette displays many colors creating a vast array of raw elements and minerals. Some of these are iron, aluminum, magnesium, titanium, red hematite and green chlorite.

The Warm Spring-fed Pool where we sunned a bit and took showers in the pool house. I love this pool because it’s always warm (except when there is a wind) and the water is changed daily, thus not requiring chlorine (or at least as much as a normal public pool uses)  The water leaving the pool is used to water the golf course.

Catching up on reading

Jerri, Allan and I visited the Keane Wonder Mine that is just off the road to Beatty, NV, but still in CA. Over a million dollars of gold were produced from 1904 to 1917.

The Keane Mine had a mile long tram to haul ore to a 20-stamp processing mill.

Then ore was then transported to Rhyolite, more than 20 miles away. This is a view of the three mile long dirt road from the mine to the highway. The dust clouds you see are cars on the dirt road.

A piece of quartz from some tailings. Allan told me gold is generally found with quartz.

A grackle liked to perch in the tree near our campsite.

A pair of doves in the same tree. The one on the left was taking care of an itch.

Jason and Scott get ready for a game of horseshoes. They weren’t always this gentlemanly 🙂

Another game the two intrepid nephews played was called Beersbie (or something like that). There were many rules, but a primary rule was to always have a can of beer in one hand while trying to catch the Frisbee, throw it, or try to catch the beer bottle if it’s knocked off the pole.

Another game was cornhole where one tosses the beanbag to a platform with the intention of getting the bag into the hole. Kylie is really concentrating.

Megan must have made a score with the bag.

The foursome on the golf course. We didn’t shoot the scores we had hoped for, but we had fun and a lot of laughs.

A view of the Furnace Creek Course with the Panamint Mountains in the background.

Jolee, Jerri, Dalan, Megan, Kiley and I went out to the Mesquite Flats Sand Dunes. These dunes sprawl 14 square miles across the widest part of Death Valley.

People are free to walk wherever they wish. We were at the most easily accessed dunes where it’s fun to watch the kids play as well as the adults.

A neat thing is there will be no footprints in the sand come morning. The wind blows and reshapes the dunes.

Jerri and Jolee

I espied these tracks and wondered what made them.

It was pretty easy to follow the tracks and discovered this large stinkbug hustling across the sand to another plant so as to have some shelter.

The sunset wasn’t very spectacular but the setting sun’s reflection creates some pretty colors as people come back across the dunes to get to their cars.

The next late afternoon, we went to Zabriskie Point to see colors and maybe a sunset. The reflected colors are beautiful and I enjoy going there to see all the people as well as the sights. There is a large raven in this photo. See if you can spot it.

The kids like to hike around the area and Megan and Kylie zipped out to an area in front of the actual Zabriskie Point. Dalan went out to points unknown to take pictures.

The sunset didn’t have extraordinary colors but the reflections were fabulous. I thought it was a nice ending to the last day in Death Valley. I’m already looking forward to going there next year…especially to be with the family.

P.S.  On the way home, we saw six bighorn sheep beside the highway that goes by Walker Lake.  It’s the first time I’ve ever seen bighorns in Nevada.

Ag, Birds and Critters in Carson Valley January 2018

19 Jan


 It is Eagles and Ag Week in the Carson Valley during which people flock to the valley to see bald eagles and other species of raptors along with the herds of cows giving birth. It is not uncommon to see 10 or more cars stopped alongside Highway 395 to watch this phenomenon. My car is sometimes one of those. Buzzard Notes has covered this before but this will be a bit different version. (Please remember to click on a photo to enlarge it and see it better)(Thanks to Jerri for loaning me her camera with a greater zoom quality than mine)

I was on my way back from Woodford’s, a tiny settlement that is the first place in California to buy Lotto tickets when I saw these “raincows” and a rainbow announcing that the pot o’ gold is in that house and all is right with the world.

A day later when we had another beautiful sky. I love how the clouds and winds interact with the light and we get beautiful sunrises, sunsets and days.

I get excited about the birthing and the eagles, so I took a little field trip in hopes of seeing a lot of eagles. Sometimes I think it’s a snipe hunt, as I have never had spectacular eagle photo opportunities. But I did meet a local prize winning photog at the Settlemeyer Ranch and he showed me some wonderful pictures he had taken the day before. I settled for some mom and baby pictures.

I did see two eagles that day but they were at least 500 yards away and the camera doesn’t have the capability to take those photos.

I moved on to the East Fork Nature Conservancy because I know there is an eagle nest in a distant tree in that area. Alas, no eagles seemed to be there, but I did get a rather mystical picture of the Carson River and Job’s Peak, a Douglas County sentinel that is photographed literally hundreds of times each year.

I drove on the Genoa, home of the oldest thirst parlor in Nevada. No, I didn’t visit it. I was in search of the suicidal deer that reside there. (I’ve mentioned before that the deer wander all over town with no thought to traffic, hence their tag of being suicidal). Maybe you could call her a Street Doe.

Note the white horse under his blanket in the background and another deer in the back left.

Genoa deer have it down pat. They just cross from one property to another. Maybe this is another type of crossin’ the bar?

Did you notice how dry it is? No snow in the valley so far this winter and it’s a bummer. Not quite a year ago I took this picture just a yards from where I took this year’s pictures.

Obviously, there were no eagles in Genoa, so I headed over to the Dangberg Ranch where I had seen one perched last year. No eagles did I see this year, but I did see what I think is a female Northern harrier, another raptor.  (Sorry about the photo not being sharp)

Harriers generally do not soar (except in migration and courtship) but fly close to the ground looking for prey.

While at the Dangberg, I met another local photo guru who told me this is a prairie falcon. I love meeting these guys, as they aren’t shy about sharing their knowledge of birds and photography.

On the way out of the Dangberg Home Ranch, I was met by these two ladies that might have been waiting for a ride, for Godot or who knows? These cattle are Park Ranch cows and have not calved yet. They will in another week or so.

Three days later I stopped by the Settlemeyer Ranch again to see what was happening. More babies had been born. The cow lying down with the babies had given birth maybe the day before, as her baby was quite small.

One cow needed a scritch and used what was available. Note her friend, Bossy, moving in.

Bossy saw a good thing and took over.

As you can see, life goes on in the Carson Valley with a lot of birthin’ and, sometimes the opposite. I came home a couple of days ago and looked out in back to see this Cooper’s hawk with a kill. I took a bunch of pictures and then did some other tasks. When I looked out about half an hour later, there was nothing left on the ground except feathers. I don’t know if he ate it all or flew away with part of it.

Several varieties of hawks fly over my feeding area for smaller birds. Sometimes they are successful. I don’t like to see it happen, but realize that these critters are doing what comes naturally.

We had pretty good winds yesterday, topping 50 mph and 70 near Lake Tahoe. The mountains got some snow and we got a spritz. It was snowing a tad when I went to the gym this morning, but nothing stuck. This was the scene looking west this morning. The mountains look so close but the foothills are actually 6 or more miles away. I never tire of this view.















Sister Trip 8 – Oahu & Maui – September 26 to October 5, 2017

23 Oct

Alaska had such a good deal that we were able to fly first class. Such fun and good food! We were doubly glad we were in the comfy seats because just before we reached the halfway point, we had to return to Oakland due to two medical emergencies. (if you wish to enlarge the photos, please click on them)

Our first must-see was Pearl Harbor. The Arizona Memorial and the USS Missouri represent the beginning and end of World War II

WWII Valor in the Pacific National Monument is the the official name of where visitors see the Arizona Memorial.  One of the ships you can tour is the submarine, USS Bowfin. This is looking toward the stern from the conning tower.

Those WWII submariners were special people to be in these tight quarters. There were bunks even in the aft torpedo room.

Pearl Harbor and Honolulu are truly at the Crossroads of the Pacific.

I was impressed with the logistics of moving people out to see and board the Arizona Memorial. Upon arrival, one receives a ticket with a time to see a very well done film about the attack. After seeing the film, you leave the building and board a navy boat that takes you out to the Memorial. Everyone gets about 10 or 15 minutes to look around and then you get in line to wait while the next navy boat lets people off and then you board. It’s very efficient and done very respectfully.

The memorial wall with the names of the men who are entombed in the Arizona and their shipmates who did not survive the attack. The bench-like boxes on the left and right list the names of survivors who chose to be interred with their shipmates.

This map shows the ships’ positions just prior to the attack and what happened to them. I was incensed when I saw what I thought indicated the USS Nevada was also sunk. It was anchored in front of the Arizona and was the only battleship to get underway that day. It was heavily damaged but was repaired and fired one of the first salvos on D-Day. I even wrote a letter to the Park Service explaining what I thought was an error. Not until I saw Jerri’s picture here that I realized the colors were different shades and the Park Service really did have it right. So then I had to write a letter of apology. I still think the colors should be completely different so as not to confuse folks like me.

As we were leaving Valor in the Pacific Monument, Jerri spotted this moa (a feral chicken). He was just pecking his way around the Monument grounds. His cousins are all over the Islands.

The USS Oklahoma Memorial: The marble standards symbolize the “manning of the rails” – the crew in dress uniforms standing at attention along a ship’s rails in a display of honor and respect. I think this is a unique and poignant memorial for the 429 men lost on that fateful day.

We are on board the USS Missouri. Those guns behind us weigh, literally, tons.

The exact spot on the USS Missouri deck where the instrument of formal surrender of Japan was signed to bring a close to WWII.

We were able to tour a good part of the Missouri above and below deck. It was like a confusing city below deck where the men slept, ate, went to the dentist, saw the doctor, wrote letters and lived their lives. We were glad to get back to the main deck away from (again) those tight quarters.

Perhaps the most famous photo of the end of WWII.

Our tour bus took us from the Missouri to the Pacific Aviation Museum. It is housed in pre-WWII aircraft hangars and displays aircraft from WWII on. The lobby floor is very unique in that it is an aerial photo of Pearl Harbor as it is today. It is tiled but you can hardly see the seams. This portion is looking down on the USS Missouri, the Arizona Memorial and the two white spots above the Arizona mark where the USS Nevada was moored.

These Hangar 79 windows still have bullet holes from the December 7, 1941 attack. The Navy continued to use the hangar as a repair facility but never repaired the holes to remind the sailors they were working in a combat zone.

Our bus then headed toward downtown Honolulu and the National Cemetery of the Pacific (Punchbowl Crater). Due to previous issues with tour buses, we were not allowed to wander around the cemetery but we did drive around the grounds and did see Ernie Pyle’s grave between two unknown soldiers. We got to stop just outside the cemetery grounds and take pictures of a pretty rainbow that seemed so close that we could almost touch it.

As I took this picture, I wondered what the ancient Hawaiians would say about this jungle of massive buildings beside their beloved Diamond Head.

The next morning, Jerri and I visited the Ali’iolani Hale, home of Hawaii’s Supreme Court and the King Kamehameha V Judiciary History Center. It was originally designed to be a palace but King Kamehameha V decided that the need for a government building was greater. Finished in 1874, the building was one of the first of its kind to use pre-cast concrete. You might recognize the building as a backdrop for “Hawaii 50.”

We walked across the street to visit the Iolani Palace, the only royal palace on US soil and the only place where the Hawaiian flag flies alone. The ʻIolani Palace was the royal residence of the rulers of the Kingdom of Hawaii beginning with Kamehameha III under the Kamehameha Dynasty (1845) and ending with Queen Liliʻuokalani (1893) under the Kalākaua Dynasty, founded by her brother, King David Kalākaua.

The entry hall staircase to the living quarters. It is made from native Hawaiian koa wood.

The throne room

The dining room

The ‘Iolani Palace had telephone service, electricity and indoor plumbing before much of mainland USA did.

The royal john

We flew over to Maui to begin the VERY relaxing portion of our Sister Trip. Our very first Maui sunset was taken from Leilani’s at Kaanapali. Jerri was hooked right then and there with Hawaii. She loves clouds and sunsets.

View from our condo at Kaleialoha (courtesy RDS)

Our first Maui morning found us at Kapalua Beach fighting for a parking spot in the very small public lot. We finally had to walk the equivalent of a city block after finding one. Soon we were in the water and very quickly, Jerri became an ace at finding the honu (sea turtles).

A green sea turtle.

It was so awesome to swim with them.

On the bluff above Slaughterhouse Beach.  No one was murdered there.  A slaughterhouse used to be a distance away to the right of this photo.

We drove around the north side of Maui, not a well traveled, very skinny (one lane in some cases) road that sometimes hangs on a cliff. It’s a challenge and Jerri did a great job of traversing that stretch of road. Here we are above Honolua Bay.

We drove a bit farther and looked back at much of the development that has occurred in the last 30 years on the west side of Maui. It makes me sad but I understand why it’s being done.

North of the development, the landscape returns to a natural setting with tiny settlements along the way. We stopped at the Nakalele Blowhole. The surf and tide weren’t just right to make it blow a giant spume. But it was big enough for us.

The “path” going back up to the car after seeing the Nakalele Blowhole. We had to rest a bit before getting back up to the top.

Rock surfing

Kahakuloa Head (636’ straight out of the ocean) towers over the tiny village of Kahakuloa. The quite narrow one lane road finally ends here. The road then passes through the valley between the two peaks in the picture.

Julia’s in the ”tree house” as she calls it is THE highlight of Kahakuloa. She bakes marvelously tasty banana bread that we sampled and then, of course bought a loaf. It was so good for breakfast!

We really enjoyed the road around the north side of Maui as there was so much beauty to be seen that is much different than the highway that most people take. It was a much slower pace (although the top speed limit in Maui is 55 mph) that we liked. Our final destination was Mama’s Fish House in the little town of Pa’ia (still living in the Age of Aquarius…it’s a fascinating place). Mama’s is famous and we were lucky to get reservations on a Sunday afternoon. We’re waiting for our table at the edge of this beautiful little beach. If you look closely to the left of our palm tree, there are two wind surfers in the ocean. This area is famous for great wind surfing.

Our dinners were just served. Every bite was a gourmet’s delight. Jerri said it was the best lobster she’d ever eaten. My fish was no slouch either.

The Black Pearl was our luscious, out of this world dessert. One just can’t beat Mama’s for a superb meal!

After we visited every ABC Store (the go to place for souvenirs and anything else you can think of) in Lahaina (and other towns in Hawaii), we visited its world famous banyan tree. Believe it or not, this tree is all one tree even though it looks like many.

Since snorkeling was our favorite activity on this trip, we spent our last day seeing as many honu as possible at Kapalua. It was early on a weekday and we still had to fight for a parking space.

We saw many fish, but no sharks, porpoises, octopi or whales. This is a domino damselfish, about 3” long.

An elegant Moorish Idol

All these fish were feeding on coral and rocks. There is a coronetfish (the long, skinny one in back), a yellow tang, zebra surgeonfish, and black surgeonfish. There are probably more, but they are not clear. (Don’t forget to click on the photo to enlarge it if you can’t see it clearly)

Then we hit the jackpot! A large (we called him Grandpa) honu swam under Jerri and went over to a large rock with coral on it. We had discovered they like to rest/sleep in divots in the sand at the edge of these rocks. Pretty soon, Grandpa tried to get a much smaller honu out of the place he wanted to sleep in. You can see Mama is in the picture also.

Baby didn’t like that but got out. He nipped Grandpa on the flipper and after some nudging and sparring, decided discretion was the better part of valor.

Baby surfaced for some air. They can stay underwater for 20 minutes to more than an hour.

He dove back down to try to get his place under the rock again.

Grandpa would have nothing to do with Baby and chased him away again. Baby finally decided to rest under another rock.

We watched this drama for probably 10 or more minutes. The beach was crowded and lots of snorkelers were in the water, but no one joined us or even came close our personal show. This happened several times, which made us happy but shows a lack awareness of many folks.

We went to Duke’s Beach House for dinner and to enjoy one last piece of Hula Pie. Dinner was good but Hula Pie is the best. Thirty years ago, I used to eat one whole piece by myself (I justified it by swimming several hours every day while we were there.) OMG! Times have changed.

Jerri practicing for her sunset picture. 🙂

A gorgeous sunset for our last evening on Maui. Perhaps it’s two sunny searchlights beckoning us to come back?