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We had quite a picturesque drive as we drove from Williams to Gallup.
It is a little complex to attempt to paint a picture of Albuquerque because it’s both time-worn and also cutting-edge with equal parts quaint and cool. We enjoyed strolling Old Town then went ‘downtown’ and were somewhat underwhelmed. Quite a few homeless and too many empty store fronts. Very limited pedestrian activity—other than the homeless who were in the sleeping mode as opposed to looking like pedestrians. We were about the only two out roaming around. We had to step over several sidewalk slumberers which was pretty unsettling. The university campus is quite attractive with adobe pueblos surrounded by the desert landscape. Of the two, Old Town was our fave and we found it quite charming.
The architectural styles were interesting. Buildings from the heyday of Route 66 reveal some popular styles of the period in the Southwest. The style and their time spans help identify the building’s approximate age.
A pretty little church adjacent to the town square in Old Town
From days of yore!
Today we arrived in Amarillo just for the evening. Bill’s out on an old car museum excursion leaving me behind to relax and paint. Oh, happy day.
From here we’ll cross OK, AR, TN as we point our noses to GA to pick up the boat. Sight seeing is just about over but if something earth-shattering occurs, I’ll be sure and let you know but for now, enjoy a well-deserved break for our blog.
Bill and Laura Bender
This morning we departed Grand Canyon National Park after 5 phenomenal days en route to Williams, AZ, on Route 66. We arrived here noonish and after a quick lunch, I asked Bill if he’d like to go to dinner at Wild West Junctio…
This guy had taken over someone’s car roof and was squawking away.
The Tuscan Pueblo Ruin was interesting to walk the area and try to visualize what life for those people might’ve been like 800 years ago. This ruin is just one of more than 4000 archaeological sites found within the Grand Canyon National Park. The site consists of a small, u-shaped pueblo featuring a living area, storage rooms, and a kiva, which is a room used by Puebloans for religious rituals and political meetings. Kivas are square-walled and underground and used for spiritual ceremonies.
This volcano hasn’t erupted in 200,000 years.
An artist’s palette
Holes in the rock on the Bright Angel Trail
Our first morning in Sedona we took two narrated trolly tours that were immensely educational and provided a great overview of the Sedona area. We became acquainted with our tour guide, Mark, who also gave us some tips of places to go and things to do during our visit there.
Mr. Schnebly, one of the early settlers, petitioned for a post office and that was granted. His wife was named Sedona. Go figure! Schnebly Hill Road is the route from downtown to our campground and it winds above Sedona, rocky and unpaved, to some great hiking trails. We accidentally explored two of those because we got separated but nobody got lost.
The downtown streets are lined with cute shops and interesting restaurants.
One of the many traffic circles in Sedona. The locals make it flow smoothly but tourists hover, blocking traffic, wondering if they should “go” or continue sitting there.
|A snow covered mountain side of Oak Creek Canyon|
Four of the circuitous paths that Highway 89A carves into the mountainside to get us to the rim can be seen in the above photo.
Never did we think we’d ever see snow again in our lives!
This tiny old mining town, turned ghost town, is located along a mountainside high above the desert floor, and has become a tourist attraction. A steep hill with switchbacks is the main street through town. Views from the streets and through some of the shop windows, are amazing. Many of the old buildings have been renovated but some still stand as ruins, creating a very interesting dynamic.
This town is unique to say the least, and has many interesting and quirky sites.
It is an enchanting town and a photographer’s paradise making it well worth your time to visit. Externally, it hasn’t changed much in nearly 100 years. Most of the buildings in use today were built after the fires of 1894 and 1899. You’ve just got to see it to believe it.
This is what’s left of one of Jerome’s finest hotel but today stands in ruins.
The town’s built on a 30 degree incline of the mountainside so gravity has pulled a number of buildings down the slope. To the delight of the inmates, one of those buildings was the town’s jail.
One area not to miss is the “Cribs District” which is across the street from the English Kitchen, in a back alley where all the buildings were part of Jerome’s ill-famed “prostitution row”.
Tuzigoot National Monument was conveniently on our route that day, historic Highway 89A, and is an old Indian dwelling. There are two hiking trails that give visitors an up close look at the culture from long ago. The Sinagua people were agriculturalists and they built and lived in the pueblo that consisted of 110 rooms including second and third story structures. They left the area around 1400. The first buildings were built around A.D. 1000. The ruins still exist on this small mound. The site is currently comprised of 42 acres.
“The times they are a-changin'” because today, Cottonwood’s the place to go if you’re looking for something different. It’s complete with a vast array of wine tasting rooms, restaurants, a picturesque historic old town complete with high sidewalks and false fronted buildings that lend to the old west atmosphere. It’s surrounded by jagged mountains on the south, east, and west. To the north are mesas and buttes. How did this town come by its name? There are beautiful Cottonwood trees that grow along the beautiful Verde River which flows through this town.
Before returning home to Sedona, Cottonwood was our last scheduled stop. Mark confessed that he’s a musician and would be entertaining at one of the wine bars that night. We passed up First Friday in Sedona when all the galleries are open late to be able to hear Mark play guitar and sing accompanied by his friend on bass. Mark’s been playing since he was in the 4th grade and it shows. He is extremely talented, writes many of his own lyrics, composes his own music, and has a marvelous voice. Our last night in the Sedona area ended on a sweet sounding note.
Bill and Laura
Our last evening in Phoenix/Scottsdale/Mesa/Tempe, we spent with our beloved boating friends, Jim and Julie. Now, it’s off to Sedona.
Sedona, renowned for its stunning red buttes and monoliths, is located at the base of Oak Creek Canyon and is completely surrounded by the Coconino National Forest.
Our campground, Rancho Sedona RV Park on Bear Wallow Lane (love the name) right in the heart of downtown. As we entered initially, there was a steep descent into the park and I thought we were entering into a magical fairyland. The tree branches had been festooned with iridescent silver ribbons pirouetting in the breeze as they reflected the sun. It took my breath and was a magnificent welcome. Our stay there was just that grand. Our site was on Oak Creek with a manicured lawn between our coach and the creek’s berm.
There is so much more to see and do so must be out the door. Nature’s splendor is magnetically beckoning.
Bill and Laura
The Guadalupe Mountains National Park in New Mexico protects one of the world’s best examples of a fossil reef and is home to Carlsbad Caverns. Both of these are found in the Chihauhauan Desert.
There’s a 200,000 ton boulder that fell from the cave ceiling thousands of years ago and is called the Iceberg Rock. Some that we walked beneath didn’t appear to be hanging on too tightly making us want to scurry.
The story of Carlsbad Caverns began 250 million years ago with the creation of a 400 mile long reef in a sea that covered this region. The reef formed from the remains of sponges, algae, seashells, and calcite that precipitated directly from the water. As the reef rose, cracks developed in it. Eventually the sea evaporated and the reef was buried under deposits of salts and gypsum.
The stalactites, stalagmites, and other formations began over 500,000 years ago after much of the cavern had been carved out. It happened slowly—drop by drop—at a time when a wetter, cooler climate prevailed. Creation of each formation depended on water that dripped or seeped down into the limestone bedrock and into the cave. As a raindrop fell to the ground and percolated downward, it absorbed carbon dioxide gas from the air and soil, and a weak acid was formed. As it continued to move down, the drop dissolved a little limestone, absorbing some of the basic ingredients needed to build most cave formations—the mineral, calcite. Once the drop finally emerged in the cave, the carbon dioxide escaped into the cave air. No longer able to hold the dissolved calcite, the drop deposited its tiny mineral load as a crystal of calcite. Billions and billions of drops later, thousands of cave formations had taken shape.
Lavender Pit Mine
Abandoned open copper pit mine
Bisbee had a reputation of sophisticated élan but it was also a rough and tumble mining camp. Their famed red-light district in Brewery Gulch, boasted nearly 50 saloons and almost as many brothels. During its hey day it was considered the wildest street in North America. Well-know wild women offered their charms to miners, gamblers, and a string of millionaire investors. This tiny village, once a copper mining town, has the first rural Smithsonian Affiliate museum in the nation that showcases the historical influence of mining. The building that houses the museum is a National Historic Landmark and is the cornerstone of Bisbee’s Historic District.
In 1877, a reconnaissance detail of scouts and cavalrymen were sent to the Mule Mountains, a north-south range running through southern Arizona, in search of renegade Apaches. Instead, they found signs of copper. The first mining claim was staked in what would later become the City of Bisbee. This claim sent prospectors scurrying to the Mule Mountains in hopes of striking it rich. Today, Bisbee has transformed itself into a quirky, artsy town that offers historic lodging, fine dining, museums, art galleries, and antique shops. There’s nearby hiking, biking, and birding opportunities.
Tucson’s Pima Air and Space Museum was also a stop recommended by friends. In recent years, a conservatory group recognized that the historic World War II and 1950s era aircraft stored on the base were rapidly disappearing into smelters and that the flames were consuming not just metal, but the aviation heritage of our country.
They began to set aside examples of the many types of aircraft stored in yards. These planes were placed along the base’s fence line so that the public could see them through the fence. The display quickly became very popular with the local community, but viewing the aircraft through the fence was somewhat unsatisfying.
The first acquisition was a B-24 (not the one above) which is housed in a hanger all by itself aside.
A swimming friend from decades ago, Ted, lives in Tucson. We met ever so long ago when we were both active in US Masters Swimming and would participate in Masters Short Course Nationals. Had hoped to get together with them–he’s never met Bill and we’ve never met his wife, Lee, but they were side-lined with a bug. Ted and I were able to enjoy a long phone conversation to re-hash ‘old times’.
We really liked Tucson and most especially its top attraction, the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum, with is counted in TripAdvisors Top Ten Museums in the country. Unlike most museums, about 85% of the experience is outdoors. Its 98 acres is a melding of zoo, botanical garden, art gallery, natural history museum, and aquarium.
The walking paths are laid out through various desert habitats exhibiting 230 animal species, 1200 types of plants, and one of the world’s most comprehensive local mineral collections.
Our docent was remarkable and fortunately, we were the only 2 in his group. His knowledge was exceptional and there wasn’t a question we asked him (which were legion) that he didn’t know the answer. By the way, their docent program is an intense 15 week training period and is one of the top curriculum in the country.
This museum is beyond belief and flawlessly choreographed with plantings, paths, aviaries, and sectors for rescued wildlife to live in their natural habitat. It would be easy to spend an entire day there. There is a coffee shop and restaurant for a bite and respite.
Our Valentine’s Day Dinner was enjoyed atop an eclectic and funky little boutique hotel.
Cocktails were memorable over-seen by two glowing pink love birds
Views were spectacular 360 degrees
View from the top into the square courtyard
The AZ Capitol museum serves as a symbol of Arizona’s rich and colorful history, featuring four floors with more than 20 exhibition areas.
From these stainless sculptures, hangs a plaque of each name of lives lost on the USS Arizona and USS Missouri.
One of our favorite boating couple friends live in Scottsdale, just outside of Phoenix. Luckily, we were able to spend 2 evenings with them for dinner-one in their lovely new home and the other aboard our rolling home. Time spent with them just never seems long enough.
We took a side trip to Indio, CA, to spend time with Geoff, our son, who was last on the visit-the-son-tour, but not least. Isn’t it considerate of the 5 of them to live along Interstate 10 from AL, to CA? They sure made it easier for us than if there were spread out—NY, WA, OK, HI, etc. Just a straight shot and we were able to spend time with each of them although it took 2 ½ months. We’re retired and in no hurry and we relish every moment and every single mile to have had those opportunities.
Geoff was our chauffeur and the 3 of us went to Joshua Tree National Park in CA which lies along the San Andreas Fault, one of the world’s most active tectonic boundaries. The park’s premier attractions are forests of giant branching yuccas known as Joshua trees, massive rock formations, and numerous desert fauna and flora. The tree has spiky, succulent leaves and although it could be mistaken for a cactus, instead, it’s a member of the agave family.
To say that Bill’s a car aficionado would indubitably be an understatement. He had a “Bill Day” and bet you can already guess where he headed! When Barrett-Jackson has televised auctions, he’s glued to the goings-on. B-J has entertained enthusiasts from all over the world for 46 years and are widely regarded as a barometer of the collector car industry. There wasn’t an auction in progress but they have a show room of collectables or eye candy for Bill.
We’re back in Phoenix/Tempe/Scottsdale for a week, giving us time to relax and enjoy the city. We’ve had a blast riding the Light Rail here and talk about a “cultural experience”. Bike/Hike trails are plentiful so we rode our bikes for miles exploring the cities and enjoying the Salt River activities.
Superstition Mountain, 50 miles east of Phoenix, was calling us. As we drove east the massive and stunningly beautiful Superstition Mountain range was in full view during our entire drive. We needed to go there to the museum to dig up the dirt on a couple of tales surrounding the area.We were curious as to how it got its name and why it’s rumored that more hikers disappear there than anywhere else. I asked one of the docents and he had no idea and said no one had ever asked him that before. Strange, thought I, that he’d never even wondered that himself.
I digress…next to the Grand Canyon, the Superstition Mountain range is the most photographed and painted landmark in AZ.
So where does the “superstition” portion of its name come from?? There are several different versions of that answer. in the late 1860’s, local farmers gave the mountain it’s final name.
Through the Pima Indians, the farmers of the Salt River Vally had heard stories about strange sounds, people who vanished, mysterious deaths, and a inclusive fear of the mountain.
This influenced the farmers to believe the Pimas were superstitious about this particular mountain so thus the name Superstition Mountain was born.
On the grounds of the museum is Apacheland Movie Ranch dating back to 1959. The founders envisioned it as becoming the Western Movie Capital of the World but the dream was never realized. It did have a long history of being a shooting site for many Western TV series, movies, and commercials. Many famous celebrities and move stars did grace the grounds of Apacheland Movie Ranch.
Elvis Presley Memorial Chapel, an iconic landmark on the museum grounds, is so named because it played a prominent role in the Elvis Presley movie, Charro! in 1968.
Please pardon the many photos which don’t do justice to these beautiful mountains and breath taking landscape. I just couldn’t omit any of them.
Almost time to head east and swap modes of transportation. Stay tuned.
Bill and Laura Bender
Austin – San Marcus – Denton – Grapevine – Fredericksburg – San Antonio – Terlinguas – Big Bend State and National Parks – Alpine – Fort Davis – Odessa
New Year’s Day we said our goodbyes to son, Matt, our grand daughters and great grandson, and drove to Austin where we stayed in McKinney Falls State Park. The location was about 5 miles outside of Austin but we had easy access to the city. The park is beautiful with different kinds of birds and other wild life—but we saw only deer. A little wren became our friend and each morning, would come and perch on top of our coach’s side mirror where he would peck, then fly down to the mirror’s base and he’d fly “in place” admiring himself. He was there every single morning except for the morning that we were leaving.
We enjoyed quite a few of the hiking trails in the park, leading to 2 water falls. Looks like nothing’s been moved for decades—lots of fallen trees and old limestone walls that look ancient.
Love the firemen’s creativity!
Youngest son, Stephen, lives in Austin and we spent almost every evening with him. Cycling there is great and the very first day we rode the 11 mile trail around Lady Bird Lake—but better known from days of yore as Town Lake. Stephen took us to an old established restaurant to satisfy Bill’s hankering for real TX BBQ’d brisket. He said that sadly, chains and new eateries are buying the small mom and pop businesses, dozing the building and building “new, bigger, and better.” As a bachelor, Stephen eats out more than he prepares food at home so we had a varied and exciting palette of cuisines to enjoy. The oldest TX restaurant is Scholtz Garten and other than a sullen server, our evening there was a delight.
|A lamplighter in Grapevine|
A very thoughtful gesture was a mid afternoon gathering at another Austin icon of 11 of Stephen’s closest friends for “Meet the Parents”. The opportunity to chat with them, all with varied educational and professional backgrounds, was a great learning experience.
TX Capitol Dome
Door hinges in the Texas Capitol
(Be relieved that I’m sparing you the side and frontal views which would be sights that you cannot un-see!)
We drove to San Marcus for Bill to visit an exhibit of restored classic cars and he absolutely LOVED it. Then we visited Denton and were agape at the expansive ranches and trillion dollar homes in the area. We’d never been to Grapevine—I’d thought it was just the hailing port of DFW but it’s the most charming little village and they claim the title of being the Christmas Capitol of TX. Even after Christmas, their decorations remained and every little shop along the main street was festooned for the holiday.
LBJ ranch, Stonewall, TX, was on our way west and we don’t want to pass up too many learning opportunities. The ranch is 1600 acres—absolutely enormous and the driveway to the home takes a very long and circuitous route.
We stopped for one night in Marathon which has the distinction of being a “Class 1 Dark Sky” (as dark as it gets). Its remote geographic location and elevation all contribute to enhancing this resource.
Terlingua, our next destination, was an 1880’s mining site for cinnabar from which metal mercury was extracted. The only remnants of the mining days are a cost town of the Chisos Mining Company and several capped and abandoned mines. The cinnabar was known to Native Americans who prized its brilliant red color for body pigment.
Terlingua Ghost Town holds the largest concentration of mining architecture in the area, restored as shops, restaurants, and homes. Favorite stops include the Starlight Theatre and the front porch of the Trading Post.
We traveled NW to Ft. Davis to visit the McDonald Observatory, a world leader in astronomical research. This is research arm of UT.
There’s a place in far west TX where night skies are dark as coal and rivers carve temple-like canyons in ancient limestone; a place where hundreds of bird species take refuge in a solitary mountain range surrounded by weather-beaten desert. Tenacious cactus bloom in the southwestern sun and the diversity of species is the best in the country. This magical place is Big Bend with 800,000 acres of rugged mountains, desert badlands, and towering river canyons—our national treasure.
|A Love Heart Cactus Leaf|
Starting 40 million years ago, a series of volcanic episodes created the Chisos Mountains from lava and igneous formations that metamorphosed limestone and clay and eroded canyons, providing habitats that are countless and diverse.
The massive cliffs of the Sierra del Carmen appear an unyielding wall. The Rio Grande has carved a gorge 1300 feet deep directly through the escarpment. Boquillas Canyon is so narrow that the entrance is almost invisible from a distance. It looks as if President Trump has already built the wall but I think nature beat him to it.
Between 230 and 280 million years ago, Africa and South America collided with North America creating the Appalachian Mountains. This rugged mountain chain extended through the Big Bend – Mexican Borderlands region.
|While on a hike, this little curley-cue caught my eye.|
This was an unusual tree to see in the middle of a desert. We hiked through the ruins of a resort that closed in the 1940’s and was built with the hot springs as the focal point. The springs are a constant 106 degrees and overflows into the Rio Grande.
|The Rio Grande was very shallow and dry in places but here beside the hot springs, it’s flowing mightily.|
The austerity of the cliffs is softened by colors which camera nor pen can reproduce. Every other aspect of vegetation, landscape configuration, and rocks is strange and weird and of a type unfamiliar to anything that, in modern civilization, we’re accustomed to seeing.
Odessa’s Stonehenge Replica on the campus of UT of the Permian Basin.
Originally posted on Hilldowdy1.com:
2017 Watercolors on paper, yarn and driftwood
December 2016 Wildwood – Ocala – Orlando – Tops’l Preserve – Ft. Picken’s, FL – Daphne, AL – Biloxi, MS – Alexandria, Shreveport, LA – Longview – Lewisville – Dallas, TX
Our 2nd day in The Villages provided an opportunity to “rest up” so we took our bikes to a local shop to have their periodic checkups. Should be ready Friday which’ll give our ‘sit-upons’ a much needed rest. Also, day 2 of a technician searching for an electrical connect which seems to be elusive. The hourly rate isn’t peanuts, either, so hope it reveals itself soon because it’s gotta be identified.
Those who live there apparently love it but, as our vagrant life style attests, we’re free spirits and don’t want our lives choreographed for us. It’s a beautiful place and extremely well maintained. There’s a definite palatable social strata and you can feel it hanging in the air–from the village you live in to the fanciness of the customization of your golf cart. I don’t want to live and play with a bunch of other old folks but among many ages and varied ethnic groups. I’ll step down off my soap box now.
|Fountain in the center of Lake Eola|
Lake Eola Swans
Bill cycled 55 miles through The Villages and said he still didn’t see it all. The paved paths are wonderfully maintained—no roots poking up through the asphalt to rattle your teeth, plentiful water and potty stops. This is a superb place for bike riding.
A trip to Silver Springs was a trip down Memory Lane for both of us. 65 years ago Bill came here with his family and for me, ’twas about 70 years ago when I was here with my family. Almost impossible to fathom the speed of those past years. “Life is but a vapor.”
Our coach is repaired and ready to go but not as much as we’re ready to head out. Two weeks in one place is about our limit for being stationary.
I’ve heard of Santa Rosa Beach all my life but never ventured in an easterly direction. This is our first visit here and I’m even a native!!! The beach is tucked in a stretch between high-rises. Very desolate in a good way. The only noise is the crashing sounds of the surf. Forgot how much I’ve missed this. I knew Destin to Pensacola in detail like the back of my hand. I’ve heard of Mexico Beach, Grayton Beach, Rosemary Beach, Blue Mountain Beach but until mid December, never visited any of them. We are staying in a state park preserve so there is a stretch of two or 3 miles along the beach where it remains natural with no high-rises or other signs of civilization. A wonderful place to beach walk and cycle and we loved being there.
The colored leaves represent a north FL mid-December
Bill took a nap and I was planning to paint but the melody of a soundly sleeping man was very enticing so was either give in to a nap or go walk the beach. I chose #2 and loved ever step I took. Totally deserted beach. Perfect temp. Found myself laughing out loud, talking to the sand pipers, encouraging the waves to surge a little harder–if anybody had heard me, I’d be in a straight jacket by now.
A funny little design made by a receding wave.
Just basking in the glow of a dazzling afternoon of dancing through an incoming tide of the Gulf of Mexico.
We cycled the Timpoochee Trail that traces the shoreline of the Gulf and Hwy 30A through forests, marshlands, beach side communities, lakes, shops, and restaurants. We had lunch at a great little dive on 30A—Stinky’s Fish Camp and it was delicious. How could you not want to stop and eat at a place with a name like Stinky’s????
|A shot of Stinky’s bar|
The name caught my attention and it was also recommended by a 60 year old surfer woman who’s lived there in Blue Mountain all her life. Her husband makes surf and paddle boards. She was a very interesting person. Glad we met her. No photos from our excursion but vivid visual memories.
|A mystery boat washed up on the shore on Pensacola Beach
|Large prop outside Joe Patti’s|
|Debby, Aunt Annie Ruth, and Laura|
|Two little girls playing in Ft.Pickens National Park’s camping area|
While in Pensacola, we were delighted to reconnect with Andy and Tony at the Grand Marlin, Pensacola Beach. We were too busy talking non-stop to remember to take photos. We had a wonderful holiday visit and look forward to our next shared moments.
Continuing westward to Daphne, AL, we were able to catch up with Pam and Billy who live in a neighboring town of Fairhope, AL. They are long time boating friends but it’s been 5 years since we’ve seen them and what a warm reunion we had!
|Bill, Billy, Pam, and Laura
Our eldest son, Chad, and his son, Zac, live in Daphne and we spent the weekend with them.
#1 son, Chad
Every Sunday night, all of their friends know that Chad puts a huge number of chicken quarters on his grill and makes his famous potato salad. Everyone has a standing invitation to come over about 6-ish and chow down. After everyone is quite sated, they all settle down and watch a movie. What a sweet tradition and wonderful way to stay in touch with Zac’s friends and their parents. It was fun to meet their buds in a casual setting like the Sunday night gathering.
On Monday, Zac had a 16th birthday. He has his wheels and all he needed was a drivers’ license so he and his dad were at the DMV at 7:30 that morning.
|Zac and his new truck|
Chad and Zac are back to work and we continue to MS. We stopped at the state’s Welcome Center and found it located in an exquisite Southern home with the most hospitable people working there. Their Christmas decorations were so beautiful!
|Biloxi, MS, Light|
|Biloxi’s Beau Rivage|
An Alexandria, LA, reunion with friends, Judy and Sandra, whom I’ve not seen for 40+ years, was very high on my list of ‘anticipations’. When we lived there, they were 2 of my dearest friends. After our happy and endless hugs, conversationally we picked up just where we left off many years ago. Friendships like that are unparalleled treasures. The restaurant more or less ran us out so they could close and it felt as if we didn’t have nearly long enough to catch up but there’ll always be a next time. What an indelible and magnificent evening.
|Judy, Laura, and Sandra
During a refueling stop, these two guys stopped and asked where are we from in FL. They’re en route to San Diego and began their cycling trip in Tampa. Their bikes were clunkers. Their saddles are those big old folks bike seats. Their attire from the waist down was not conducive to cycling. But good for them for getting this far–to central LA, with less than adequate outfitting.
|Therapy dogs who live in the Memory Care facility, Shreveport, LA|
Jan and Laura
A 12 year old entertainer, Joseph.
After a delightful dinner, they came out for a visit and to see our rolling home. Hopefully we’ll get to spend more time with them this week.
#2 son, Matt
Sounds kinda corny and hokey but we enjoy an old fashioned bus tour of a city to learn its history and get an overview and orientation so we did that in Dallas. The guide was excellent and he took us back to November 1962
A beautiful fountain on property of First Baptist Church, Dallas, that occupies 5 city blocks.
The boarding house where Lee Harvey Oswell lived. We were able to go inside to see his bedroom and living room. Kinda eerie!
|Our 1 and only great grandson, Tristan|
|Dinner at the Iron Cactus, downtown Dallas
Bill, Laura, Matt, Tristan, Kate, and Lily
|Captured this at the risk of looking like a Country Bumpkin and craning my neck!|
|Old City Hall|
|Bronze cattle drive through downtown Dallas
49 bulls and 3 trail riders