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I got a unique salute today! Until you look in your rear view mirror and see yourself getting an arthritically crooked, old, wrinkled middle Finger being waved at you on the end of the arm of a septuagenarian woman, well, you have really missed out. Come to think, she DID look a bit like Maxine!
Seems she took umbrage to me pulling up beside her on the street and informing her she was driving on the wrong side of the road. Hmmpf! Just goes to show it isn’t just the younger citizens of the developed world to whom manners have been lost. (Don’t get me started!!)
On to happier happenings.
A couple of family milestones this summer. DB and I celebrated 40 years of wedding Blarney (Oops, typo! I mean “Bliss” of course). And we still talk to each other after living in an RV together for one whole year! If we have a ‘secret’ it would likely come from mouths of Herman and Maxine.
Seems DB just can’t live without me anyway. While I was out to play with sister Penny for several days (see last post), he got himself a literal ‘splitting’ headache.
Picture this: DB entering RV in the dark. Sid, the alpha cat, missing Mum whom he is quite sure has forever abandoned him, has positioned himself at the top of the 3 steps into the RV. DB feels Sid under his foot and quickly jerks it off the cat and steps over him onto a mat which slides forward sending DB over backwards.
Result? Wrenched shoulder (which has once before been under the knife), blackened ribs and a scalp laceration 2″ long and deep to the skull which actually bore a scrape. Prior to losing consciousness, DB had the presence of mind to kick the screen door closed thus keeping the cats safely inside. As scalp cuts bleed profusely, he found himself lying in a pool of it when he regained his wits some 30 minutes after his gymnastic performance. Stitches, pain killers and several days later he met me at the airport wearing yet another scar on his often banged, bald head. In his life as an aircraft and heavy duty mechanic, his head and various metal objects have often collided.
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Daughter Holly and son in law Ken also celebrated an anniversary of achievement…25 years! Their secrets originate with Martha Stewart and Clark Kent!
Daughter Kristie also celebrates a momentous occasion as she morphs Enhance Studio out of an in-home business environment to an elegant, high end Clinical Esthetics & Spa business with six staff. A little over one year ago she took over my 20-year old ‘baby’ and mushroomed it into this thriving popular retreat providing a fountain of youth and sublime pampering.
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After an oral explosion of “They can’t do that!” accompanied with a mild expletive followed with a fortified cup of tea, I accepted there was nothing I could do but accept it and attend the ceremony (wake?) to celebrate the thousands of feet which trod the halls, the many grad classes that walked out the doors for the last time and the teachers who forced knowledge into our resistant brains and wrung it out again during final exams. So, DB (who walked those same halls) and I hopped into the ‘Smartie’ and drove to our former city of residence as teenagers and partook. Following lots of laughs, some throat lumps and bumping into a few old classmates, we found my grad class picture on the wall at the end of an old, musty hallway. That can’t mean that I’m old and musty!? Wow, if we had known then what life had in store for us! I’ve saved the most exciting news for last!
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Several weeks ago I was reading a small magazine article that mentioned ways in which some of us Earthlings are becoming more philanthropic. “Can you picture yourself teaching English to Buddhist monks in Kathmandu, Nepal?” was one sentence followed by a website address.
Out of my mouth burst the words, “I’d LOVE to do that!”. Followed by my stunned look as I scanned the room looking for the source of the voice. “Who said that? I couldn’t have say that. That’s crazy!” Being as I was alone at the time, there could be only one possibility.
Long story short: I’ll be in Kathmandu, Nepal in May and June of 2009 teaching English to Buddhist monks ages 10 to 20! Teenage Buddhist monks….hmmmm.
Well, it just wouldn’t leave me alone! I couldn’t stop thinking about it, eventually explored the website www.i-to-i.com and made a commitment. It is a volunteer mission, I am taking a Teach English as a Foreign Language course online with a tutor during this upcoming winter, the flights are booked and the accommodation (provided) awaits.
Dear DB is going to bach(elor) it at home with the kitties as I search for my little round-faced monk mentioned in my previous post. In all seriousness, I am doing this to share what knowledge I have with the people of an underprivileged country while I open myself up to absorb what they are going to teach me. I think it will be 75/25! They will teach me much more, I’m certain.
My laptop and camera are coming with me so The Blog with accompanying pictures will bring you into this experience with me.
I am sooooo E-X-C-I-T-E-D!
And, no, I won’t be scaling Mt. Everest because no Sherpa will agree to piggyback me!
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We leave for Yuma October 14. Yes it is election day in Canada, but we will vote at the Advance Poll. It will be interesting to be in the USA on their election day in November.
Cheerio!
Lynn
I bounced so much my sit bones are bruised!
What else did we do ? Read on…
Injuries:
Here you see part of the Rosewall trail, otherwise known as the Trans-Canada Highway (kidding!), and my uncontained exuberance upon our arrival! 
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20Jul
The things I don’t do for my readers! In order to really appreciate the video (yup, that’s my new toy), you must visualize this…..me and heights go about as well together as electricity and water, a dangerous combination.
However…………
I swallowed my fear as I peered up the ladder leading to the roof of our RV, talked gently to myself for, oh, about 3 hours, prayed to the Ladder Angel and finally inched my way to the top. Another 3 hours and I was able to rise from a kneeling state to an upright position whereupon, with vibrating hands I freed my new toy from my pocket and took this panoramic video.
Be kind, you are enjoying the privilege of viewing my very first audio/video attempt. Our RV park is undergoing the construction of it’s third phase, thus the short trees and unfinished streets and sheds, but you have to agree it’s a beautiful location!
Coffee? TV? Cigarettes? Email?
Imagine having to live three whole months without it. I did! And that’s the reason you haven’t heard from me for so long. No, I did not spend that time in rehab but the bald patches on my head, finger nails chewed to the quick and the path worn in the carpet told me I was getting close.
I am addicted to the Internet and was helplessly waiting for an Internet connection! Finally I am back in business albeit after being reduced to begging, cajoleing, grovelling and almost threatening in order to get my fix.
DB, myself and the cats have been ‘home’ these past months with family, friends and familiar city.
Mother’s Day ’08: with 2 daughters, 1 granddaughter and
4 granddogs
A cooler and wetter than normal spring has morphed into a typical Okanagan summer of sunshine, heat and orchards of trees heavy with fresh, sun-ripened fruit. ‘Scuse me, while I wipe the cherry juice that’s dripping off my chin.
I’m off to visit my sister for 10 days (oh boy, I think we are going to get into some hellery!) Stay tuned.
11Apr
DAY ONE: March 30, 2008
A 6:00 am departure from Yuma turned into a 1:00 pm departure due to an unplanned brake wiring ‘troll’. When DB (Dearly Beloved) tells me at 7:00 am “We’ll be a couple of hours”, my brain does the automatic translation: “We’ll be at least until noon”. We may have had a late take off, but DB’s talent as a mechanic likely saved us at least a day and mucho dinero (sp? don’t have a Spanish spellchecker!)
Once on the road, our old nemesis the wind, that had me cowering under the bed covers on the way south 5 months previously, again became our unwelcome companion. After 4 hours of fighting the steering wheel of this much heavier coach than the southward bound ‘house’, DB packed it in and we spent the night at a truck stop in Cabazon, Calif. Don’t bother looking it up, I’m sure the truck stop was the entire population.
On the way to our first stopover, we travelled through the Palm Springs area and were treated to a sight of mammoth proportions. Thousands, no exaggeration, of wind turbines (the modern day Dutch windmill) everywhere we looked. Climbing the hillsides, rimming the mountain tops like salt on a Margarita glass, row upon row in the valley floors on either side of the highway for miles on end.
“Landscape of our Future” is the thought that came to mind. I wanted to take a picture, but the only shot that would have done it justice through the windshield, had a mushy, yellow carcass of some rather large California bug planted right in the middle of the scene.
Other than being in the hospital recovering from surgery, this had to be one of the worst night’s sleeps I ever endured. First, I had to sleep in the red light district. Now before your very talented imaginations kick up to mock speed, allow me to explain.
It may sound weird, but I can’t sleep with any electronic, or otherwise, light in the bedroom. I have to cover the digital clock, the smoke alarm light (I’ve been known to climb up on the bed in a hotel room and put a bandaid over one! Wonder how long it took for someone to discover it?), and place pillows over any lights coming in under drapes. I travel with clothes pegs to hold drapes and curtains closed!
Yes, I do have an eye mask, but it leaves marks on my face for hours the next day.
Back to the red light. We had to leave the generator of the coach running during the night and guess where the indicator light was in the bedroom? Directly above my face! I was so tired I just gave in and thought I would give it a try. Wrong! Only light (no pun intended) sleep for me for about 4 hours.
Next…both Sid and Sol somehow got into the room and decided the bed was a great place for a play date. Added to that, Sid has recently decided that I need grooming while I’m asleep and proceeds to lick my hair which becomes tangled in his sandpaper tongue and the removal process sounds like a cross between gagging and regurgitating.
After none too gently removing them and closing the door again, I made another attempt to sleep. Within 5 minutes, they were back! We have pocket doors in the RV. Seems because we were on a slight slant, which allowed gravity to lend assistance, and Solomon being Mr. Muscle cat, he was able to get his paw into a space and push the doors open. Never underestimate a determined cat.
Then I was too hot, too cold, constantly serenaded by trains on tracks just across the highway. Why in the heck do they shrill their horns in the middle of the night, no population or intersection in sight?
I finally rummaged through a drawer and came up with my eye mask and a pair of earplugs and managed an hour of snooze before having to rise and take on my duty as map and road navigator for Day Two, grateful for the fact that I was comfy in my RV and not in a pup tent.
DAY TWO: March 31, 2008
B-o-r-r-r-i-n-g, but pleasant.
Except for climbing over Tijon Pass (4,100 ft.), Central California on I-5 is flat, straight and uneventful. A sunny day, calm winds.
Uneventful, that is, until a California Highway Patrol officer pulled us over. She said it was due to ‘speed’. We were going 70mph in a 70mph zone. Hmmmm. Seems we had “misinterpreted” signs. Any vehicle towing a trailer is restricted to 55mph. (b-o-r-r-r-i-n-g!).
After a chat about how we liked our RV, RV life and how her Dad wants to do it, but can’t convince her Mum, writing down DB’s driver’s license number and realizing we were from out of state/country, she said it was understandable that we were not really clear on the ‘rule’.
She said she would like to visit Canada one day but was afraid of the “Meese”. Yes, you read correctly and she was serious. Thinking ‘geese’ was the plural for ‘goose’, she assumed ‘meese’ was the plural for ‘moose’. After some hysterical snorting and choking back erupting laughter, we kindly informed her that there were no ‘meese’ in Canada and as for Moose (same singular as plural), we had never seen one in the wild our entire lives.
So off we went, no fine, pulled into a Flying J just south of Stockton for the night and finally got several grateful, continuous hours of sleep.
DAY THREE: April 1 2008
It seems to take forever to pass through California which is a very large, (north to south) state to begin with. And we covered it from south border to north border. At 55 mph, no less!
At one point in the mountains of northern California, I wondered why, at a temperature of only 20C degrees, I was very warm and sweating. Surrounded as we were with mountains and greenery, it suddenly dawned on me……H-U-M-I-D-I-T-Y! Something totally lacking in our desert environment of the past 5 ½ months. Oh yummy, my skin and eyes are loving it.
Speaking of ‘eyes’, Mt. Shasta is a feast for them as its snowy crown is visible for several hours to the north and east of us as we travel along.
Crossing into Oregon, DB can now boost our speed to 65mph, but the winding roads and continuous up and down grades of the mountains don’t allow him to experience the ‘thrill of the ride’ often.
We are bringing sunshine with us! The weather is perfect for travel.
Night time, as we close Day Three, finds us WalMart-ing it for the night in Roseburg OR, where I am able to bring up a very grainy TV picture to find out who was booted off Dancing With the Stars this week.
DAY FOUR: April 2 2008
Another gorgeous, sunny morn.
Continuing on I-5 north to the Oregon/Washington border, we then switch east on I-84 and follow the Columbia River gorge on the Oregon side to The Dalles (pronounced ‘dolls’) where we cross the river into Washington.
Was able to get some mid afternoon photo ops as you can see.
“The Dalles” Dam, Oregon
Columbia River Gorge, Oregon side
The security guard then walks over to our door, I open it from my navigator seat and say, “Thank you, Sir!” Sir turns out to be Ma’am. I think. My clue? S/he says something about being a ‘big woman’ and rarely gets run over. In my embarrassment, I’m doing the 3-second cursory evaluation and see a male haircut, a pot belly, nothing to put in a bra, a security uniform and cap, masculine hands, and hear a voice that could go either way.
Now s/he spots Sid in my lap goes pure mush. Turns out s/he looooves cats, gives Sid a pat and a scritch along with kitty-talk, wishes us a good night and walks away. Before I can close the door s/he is back and asks if Sid would allow her/him to hold him. More cooing, a snuggle and s/he reluctantly returns Sid to my lap.
Man? Woman wannabe? Man wannabe? Shrug. Loves cats though!
DAY FIVE: April 3 2008
As day dawns on an early Yakima morn, our constant sunshine companion is still with us. After robbing a bank and draining another diesel pump, we set out on what we plan to be our final stretch to home.
Through the edges of the Wenatchee Forest where winter remnants of snow patches dot the roadsides, we wind our way through the pine and fir sentinels standing guard along the narrow, curly ribbon of highway.
One does not ‘make time’ on secondary, 2-lane roadways. But, Canada Here We Come!
Just south of the Canadian border at Oroville WA, someone pulled the blind. We lost our sunshine!
Seems it was an omen of darker things to come….
O……M……G!!!
We ran smack up against the Canada Customs wall (figuratively).
We are now members of the elite “Do I HHHHHHHHHHHHHH ave a Custom’s Story For You” group. You always hear of them and pray that it will never happy to you. No such luck for us.
Every piece of paper needed to import our ‘newer’ coach with all the i’s dotted and all the t’s crossed were in order and ready to be presented.
We made our first stop at the US Customs office in order to first ‘export’ the coach. The agent looked at the papers, clicked on the computer for a few seconds, stamped the pages and said, “On your way”. Two minutes.
Now on to Canada Customs to ‘import’ the coach.
Thus began 4 ½ hours of intimidation, harassment, separating DB and I in interviews (interrogations), threats of seizure and criminal investigation, accusations, two lengthy, thorough searches of our RV, etc.
Why?
Because Canada Customs did not believe the price on the bill of sale or title papers for the Coach was truthful. A soft market in the Yuma area for RV sales allowed us to purchase at a lower than ‘book’ price and herein lay the problem.
At Customs it is the reverse of our legal system. You are guilty until proven innocent. We were not drug smugglers or terrorists, just importers of a USA purchased vehicle and this branch of the Canadian Federal Government was determined to get every dime of tax from us that they determined we owed. Isn’t it always about money???
I had visions of being tasered at any moment if we even tried to speak in our defense. Especially when a huge bear of an agent, who had 200 pounds and 2 ft. in height more than me, (I’m 5’ and 115 lbs), wearing a bullet-proof vest kept yelling at me to ‘let him finish’ every time I tried. That’s when he told us our RV was seized and threatened a criminal investigation of all our financial transactions. They were certain we had paid more for the RV than was stated on the official bill of sale and showed on the brokerage house transaction from our bank to the bank of the dealership. The inference was that we had colluded with the dealership to fudge paperwork.
Hours later, after a phone conversation between Canada Customs and the RV dealership who sold us the coach plus who knows what other kinds of invasions into our privacy and our lives, we were simply presented with a bill for the tax on the coach based on the purchase price. We paid it and left. And I drank a half bottle of wine while DB had a celebratory cup of “Timmy’s” coffee (unavailable in the USA)!
Since coming home and talking to others we find out that this is just a matter of course at Canada Customs for anyone importing a vehicle of any value. The exact same scenario for the exact same reason is constantly repeated. It must be ‘entertainment’ for the agents! We were told of one couple who took their complaint to their local Member of Parliament and actually got a phone call of apology from Canada Customs. Doesn’t seem to stop it though because it seems they don’t have to be held accountable.
Days later I can still feel the effects of the trauma and am using every tool I have at my disposal to heal. Just being able to write about this is good medicine. I am so grateful that I never had to work at a job that tears human beings down, traumatizes them or would put me in a position where I’d have to be suspicious and expect the worst of every person I met.
I am also grateful that we have people who protect us from those who would enter our country intent on doing harm. I do not envy them their position. And if it means that innocent citizens have to go through an unjust experience occasionally in order to protect Canada then so be it.
I guess it was just our turn.
So if you ever find yourself in this position, be forewarned. Stand your ground, don’t believe their intimidating threats, cooperate with respect and above all, remember you are a Canadian citizen and the onus of proof is on them.
Amen.
And so this chapter closes. We are home and happy for it.
Now I can say I’ve crossed one more thing off my “Bucket List”. Actually it wasn’t even on it, but I did it, so it went on the list post-event so I’d have something to cross off! Is that cheating? Well, no doubt it would have ended up on the list at some point anyway.
With Our Buddies Bryan & Noreen, we headed off down a ‘wash’ out into the dunes and gave ‘er for a couple of hours.
Now here’s the exciting part…we were having so much fun roaring up and down steep sand hills, we got separated. Trying to find your way out of the desert is like trying to find your way out of a maze. Or a full grown cornfield (in that case would it be “maize”?)
Thanks to the direction of the sun and the foothill mountains to the north, we knew the direction back out of the wash, but we were in a different wash! Oh well, same direction. Out we popped onto the road, looked left and here they came down the shoulder of the road toward us. Then we got a thorough tongue lashing for worrying them half to death thinking we were broken down!
Wow! The desert has bloomed!
What a sight, for miles and miles and miles one sees this seemingly endless purple blanket. Often studded with the happy faces of white petalled faces waving in the breeze, smiling at the sun. My Photographer bell rang and off I went, camera, tripod and Greg (assisting) in tow. Enjoy some of my efforts.
Pungent Air
As we cycle throughout the RV Park, our nostrils are treated to the most delicious, pungent scent. Each RV site, and there are 1,200 of them, has a citrus tree and they are all in bloom! What a treat to lay in bed at night and through the open window floats this wondrous gift from the Universe. Once again, clang! the photographer bell rang and I was off on my bike to find the best shots to share with you.
All politics aside, the airshow and static displays at the Yuma Marine base was awe-inspiring, stirring and a very enjoyable day.
At left, you will see DB, in a ‘former life’ an aircraft mechanic in the Canadian Armed Forces, minutely inspecting the inner workings of what, to me, is simply a mess of wires.
A Mechanic in Love
The day was perfect with clear skies, blessedly calm winds, t
emps is the mid 70′sF (25C). My particular favorite flight demonstration was the salute to all the men and women of the allied Armed Forces in all conflicts, particularly those who made the ultimate sacrifice, with the mighty F16 of today and the popular, effective World War 2 P51 Mustang flying together in a large circle overhead.
Stirring Salute
Oh, and for us ladies, the display of testosterone and eye candy was impressive! OK, that’s sexist and I don’t care.
The hit of the day for the Marines on parking detail was the Smart Car! We’re about ready to print up an information sheet and just pass them out! Everywhere we go we are asked the same questions and even caught a guy in his pickup truck taking a picture with his phone!
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I hate sweating! Most forms of exercise make me sweat! Therefore I hate exercising! Well, at least I’m truthful.
But I DO exercise because something I dislike even more is growing old being ill and decrepit. THUS, we now have bicycles. In the background you will see the ‘preferred’ mode of biking and when DB says let’s go for a ‘bike’ ride I plop on the appropriate headgear. Seems DB got confused too seeing as his is on backwards.
Right Bikes, Wrong Hats
I think the last time I rode a bike I was about 12. Yes, it’s correct that the old saying ‘it’s like riding a bike, you never forget how’ is true. What’s more true is if you have legs about as long as a Daschund (me), it’s a Boy Bike (that dratted bar!), and you are wearing thongs (the shoes, not the underwear) it’s not the riding that’s the problem, it’s the mount and dismount!
Result? Yup, I fell off the bike. To add insult to injury (a skinned elbow and a black-bruised knee), I wasn’t even riding it, just trying to get on! Did I care about my knee and my elbow? No, I was more concerned that someone other than DB at my side had witnessed my elimination from the Olympic Games.
DB, who can’t stand to see me hurt, wanted to ‘fix it’ by running right out and buying me a ‘girl bike’ (bless his heart), but my response was, “You know that I allow very little to defeat me in life, and falling off has just hardened my resolve to master this”. So I’m in the process of ‘mastering’. Maybe it’s the headgear?
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Thought you might like to meet Yilka (pronounced Jill-Kah) Gomez, my Panamanian-working-in-Mexico dentist. Nice teeth, hay!!
So many of her patients live in our RV park that she was invited to dinner and we all went over for appies and a hug ’till next season.
I looooove this lady. She saved me many thousands of dollars and did excellent work. We even experienced an earthquake together (see recent post) so we are forever bonded.
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DB, ever the romantic, did the Valentine thing. Meet “Smoochie” before and after he got his kiss!
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I have 3 things to share on this Valentine’s Day.
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What is it about these ‘let’s do it now’ episodes DB and I are experiencing?
I think I have figured it out. It’s called ‘time is moving on’. While in our younger years we fling around such expressions as ‘I’ll get around to it’, or ‘I’ll do that down the road’, or ‘that can wait for another year’, or ‘someday’ like ticker tape at a parade.
Before we know it, ‘someday’ has knocked on our badly-needing-paint door. Dang, time is sneakier than a kid in the cookie jar! We don’t have 40 or 50 years in the future anymore, so we might as well DO IT NOW.
If only we could put an old head on young shoulders. When it comes to accomplished goals, a somewhat sense of urgency or ‘Do It Now’ way of thinking helps……Big Time.
Now to the point of all this….once again, an off the cuff comment has DB (Dearly Beloved) and I making a major move.
While wandering around our winter home of Yuma, AZ one day last December, he and I decided to “just look” at a few of the thousands of RV’s in the many dealerships in this city. Yuma must be the RV capital of the world! Ha! Have you ever gone ‘just looking’ at puppies???
Here it comes………that off the cuff remark……:
“Why don’t we upgrade? Less expensive than Canadian prices at home, the dollar is almost at par, it is our 24/7/365 home and will be for 7 to 10 years, we will have to upgrade in a couple of years anyway, why not ‘Do It Now’ and enjoy more room and more modern ammenities longer???”
Besides, poor cat Sid is allergic to something in the RV. Vet put him on antihistamines and all he did was sleep. He barely even snored and Sid is a champion snorer! I cannot have one of my furry-purries suffering, so that was the final catalyst.
MOVING DAY WITH FRIENDS NOREEN AND BRYAN
This is how you move from one RV to another! Just walk the plank
Once we made a firm committment, the Universe went into overtime and even though we had to climb a few mountains, incredibly wonderful and helpful people ‘turned up’ to guide us along our way.
YES, IT’S ME
We are enjoying:
- Four slide-outs rather than one (roooooomy!)
- 30″ plasma TV
- 2 more feet of length (that’s a lot in an RV!)
- A fabulous workstation/desk for me
- Not having to walk sideways in the bedroom
- A sink in the ‘water closet’
- More storage ( I LOVE storage!)
- Marble floor in kitchen and bath
- 7 years newer
- Granite countertops
- Dark cherry wood
- And did I say a hot tub on the roof? (kidding!)
The mattress platform is so high I feel like the ‘Princess and the Pea’. “Climbing into bed” has a whole new meaning…I am only juussst able to get into bed without a step stool. Either that or take a run at it from across the room. But I practice yoga, not high jumping.
We have been in our new RV for 4 days and Sid is allergy free!
And so another goal has become a reality. For more interesting and fun articles on goals and how to reach them you can access my ‘Clear Directions’ newsletter archives at :http://www.cleargoalscoaching.com/pure_inspiration.php
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15Jan
And yours truly in “Triangle Pose”
Be very specific in wording your goals, or you may find yourself winding up in “Pidgeon Pose”! The Universe has a sense of humor.
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14Jan
LAS BANDITAS!
AN OASIS? A MIRAGE
Now how about this? Water, a marina right in the middle of the desert?! Yes, this is “Martinez Lake”, really a tributary of the Colorado River. Here is where our troop of bikers had lunch on the patio.
ROLLIN’ ON THE DESERT
Had to end the day with this self portait:
Stay tuned for the next adventure!
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