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This reminds me of the space shuttle and how the fuel tank dwarf's the actual vehilcle. This should last a while!
Most BMI charts have me at about 198 lbs. which I think would make me too thin. So maybe I'll have my Dr. give me a new goal weight of about 215. I think that's reasonable. Current weight-221.6 BAM!
I lost -0.8 pounds this week for a grand total of -54.8 pounds! Whoo Hoo!
We lucked out again and had great weather! It was so nice on Thursday, we ate outside. We had a new couple with us on this trip; Brain and Natalie. They are friends of our friends, Bill and Claudia. We all had a good time visiting, playing cards and of course, off-roading.
This trip we were finally able to make it out to the Husky Monument. It's about a 60 mile round trip from our campsite so we took lunch with us. The Husky Monument seems to be well respected by all who visit. I think anyone who makes the effort to drive/ride about 25 miles out to the middle of the desert to check it out are the kind of people who respect what it represents. Maybe that's why it's out so far? If it were close to the highway peole would probably vandalize it.
We had some rain on saturday but it was just as well because it held the dust down on our ride to the monument. It was also colder and windier but hey, that's the desert.
Our holiday was not without incident though. Claudia fell off the back of their atv trailer on Saturday after our ride to the Husky Memorial and separated her shoulder. Bill had to take her to the emergency room about an hour away. After some xrays and a fitting for a sling, she was good to go!
All in all we had a great time. Here's some pics.
This is the only conclusion a rational person can make.
Fort Hood's 9/11
Islamist terror strikes US again!
On Thursday afternoon, a radicalized Muslim US Army officer shouting "Allahu Akbar!" committed the worst act of terror on American soil since 9/11. And no one wants to call it an act of terror or associate it with Islam.
What cowards we are. Political correctness killed those patriotic Americans at Ft. Hood as surely as the Islamist gunman did. And the media treat it like a case of non-denominational shoplifting.
This was a terrorist act. When an extremist plans and executes a murderous plot against our unarmed soldiers to protest our efforts to counter Islamist fanatics, it’s an act of terror. Period.
When the terrorist posts anti-American hate-speech on the Web; apparently praises suicide bombers and uses his own name; loudly criticizes US policies; argues (as a psychiatrist, no less) with his military patients over the worth of their sacrifices; refuses, in the name of Islam, to be photographed with female colleagues; lists his nationality as "Palestinian" in a Muslim spouse-matching program, and parades around central Texas in a fundamentalist playsuit — well, it only seems fair to call this terrorist an "Islamist terrorist."
But the president won’t. Despite his promise to get to all the facts. Because there’s no such thing as "Islamist terrorism" in ObamaWorld.
And the Army won’t. Because its senior leaders are so sick with political correctness that pandering to America-haters is safer than calling terrorism "terrorism."
And the media won’t. Because they have more interest in the shooter than in our troops — despite their crocodile tears.
Maj. Nadal Malik Hasan planned this terrorist attack and executed it in cold blood. The resulting massacre was the first tragedy. The second was that he wasn’t killed on the spot.
Hasan survived. Now the rest of us will have to foot his massive medical bills. Activist lawyers will get involved, claiming "harassment" drove him temporarily insane. There’ll be no end of trial delays. At best, taxpayer dollars will fund his prison lifestyle for decades to come, since our politically correct Army leadership wouldn’t dare pursue or carry out the death penalty.
Maj. Hasan will be a hero to Islamist terrorists abroad and their sympathizers here. While US Muslim organizations decry his acts publicly, Hasan will be praised privately.
And he’ll have the last laugh.
But Hasan isn’t the sole guilty party. The US Army’s unforgivable political correctness is also to blame for the casualties at Ft. Hood. Given the myriad warning signs, it’s appalling that no action was taken against a man apparently known to praise suicide bombers and openly damn US policy. But no officer in his chain of command, either at Walter Reed Army Medical Center or at Ft. Hood, had the guts to take meaningful action against a dysfunctional soldier and an incompetent doctor. Had Hasan been a Lutheran or a Methodist, he would’ve been gone with the simoon. But officers fear charges of discrimination when faced with misconduct among protected minorities.
Now 12 soldiers and a security guard lie dead. 31 soldiers were wounded, 28 of them seriously. If heads don’t roll in this maggot’s chain of command, the Army will have shamed itself beyond moral redemption.
There’s another important issue, too. How could the Army allow an obviously incompetent and dysfunctional psychiatrist to treat our troubled soldiers returning from war? An Islamist whacko is counseled for arguing with veterans who’ve been assigned to his care? And he’s not removed from duty? What planet does the Army live on?
For the first time since I joined the Army in 1976, I’m ashamed of its dereliction of duty. The chain of command protected a budding terrorist who was waving one red flag after another. Because it was safer for careers than doing something about him. Get ready for the apologies. We’ve already heard from the terrorist’s family that "he’s a good American." In their world, maybe he is.
But when do we, the American public, knock off the PC nonsense?
A disgruntled Muslim soldier murdered his officers way back in 2003, in Kuwait, on the eve of Operation Iraqi Freedom. Recently? An American mullah shoots it out with the feds in Detroit. A Muslim fanatic attacks an Arkansas recruiting station. A Muslim media owner, after playing the peace card, beheads his wife. A Muslim father runs over his daughter because she’s becoming too Westernized. Muslim terrorist wannabes are busted again and again. And we’re assured that "Islam’s a religion of peace." I guarantee you that the Obama administration’s non-response to the Ft. Hood attack will mock the memory of our dead.
Thanks, Dave. This is 100% dead on. I was just telling my wife this evening that there seems to be a lack of coverage of the investigation of that Islamic idiot!
Liquid Amber on the left. 
Liquid Amber in the foreground.

Sidewalk demo. A stump grinder will take care of what's left.
I would be remiss not to thank family and friends for their support. Thanks!
I had a pleasant surprise this morning as I donned my leather for a chilly morning ride to Bakersfield Harley-Davidson; my leathers fit so much better, especially my chaps! Last Winter I had to tug at both halves of the pant legs to get them lined up so they could be zipped. This morning it was a breeze. The two halves met effortlessly...Sham-Wow!
There was a surprise at the dealership today too. Their recently hired employee, Ben, received a new Harley from his parents as a birthday gift! Wow! How cool is that? (However, I think they used the American flag inappropriately. They probably weren't thinking and were just trying to cover the bike for the surprise.)




Thanks, Mom!
John Robert Karwoski married Kendall Murray at a friends home with many friends and relatives in attendance. John is my late brother's son. The ceremony was, as they say, short and sweet. Perfect if you ask me! The host's home is on 2 1/2 acres in this tiny desert community of about 2,500. Circumstances took family friend Steve Schloemer to Overton a few years ago and John followed shorthly thereafter. Steve was one of my brother's best friends.
Steve's friend, Arnie, hosted the event. The reception was held in his shop/bar/man cave. His shop is huge and lends itself to partying. With a killer bar, bandstand and brass pole; what else could one need? They have a nice backyard where the nuptials took place. The backyard looks like a great party place too. They have a nice pool and an awesome cabana/bar area.
Before the ceremony took place my wife and I were in the backyard by the pool just hanging out when we noticed a catering truck coming down the street. You know the kind, the typical Roach Coach you see at construction job sites. We joked that that caterers were coming. Well, as we watched, the truck kept turning towards the house and did pull in the driveway. At this point we guessed it was driven by wedding guests who either just got off work or it was their only mode of transportation. Wrong on both counts. It WAS the caterers! Wow. How unusual is that? But you know what? The food was great. Probably the only thing that went wrong was that the food was supposed to be set up inside the shop but guests started lining up as soon as the truck stopped. Ok then. Let's go to the Roach Coach and get some chow! Seriously, it was good food. And knowing Steve and his friends it, was the perfect solution to feed lots of people in an orderely fashion.
The wedding went off nicely. The Bride was beautiful, the Groom handsome, and everyone had a good time.
Fort Hunter Liggett (FHL) is the largest installation in the Army Reserve and the eighth largest in the Army. With more than 165,000 acres of un-encroached mountains, valleys, rivers, plains, and forests it provides ideal maneuver areas for today's brigade-based Army. FHL's assets include a Convoy Live Fire Course, Weapons Qualification Ranges (pistol to Tank Table 12), a Live Fire Shoot House, an Urban Assault Course, a C-17 capable airstrip, 33 Drop Zones, a 36-pad Heliport, an Ammunition Supply Point, an Engagement Skills Trainer-2000, and Distance Learning Center equipped with 36 computers, more than 50 classrooms and bed space for more than 3,500 Soldiers.
Major tenants at FHL are the 3rd Brigade 356th Logistical Support Battalion, 7th Brigade 104th Division (Institutional Training), the 31st Naval Construction Regiment, Operation Platinum Wrench, and the 63rd RRSC Equipment Concentration Site 170. The 91st Division (Training Support) is scheduled to reorganize and relocate from Camp Parks to Fort Hunter Liggett in 2009. An Armed Forces Reserve Center (AFRC) is scheduled to be constructed at this site.
Hunter Ligget allows through traffic. After a quick license/insuarnace/registration stop at the gate, we were on our way to San Antonio Mission. It's one of the Missions in the California chain of missions founded by Father Junipero Serra. We spent about 45 minutes or so at the mission then headed towards the coast via Naciemento-Ferguson Road.
Naciemento-Ferguson Road is a great sight-seeing route. It's a combination of twisties and straight shots. There's plenty of road debris fallen from the hillsides. The scenery is spectacular but one must be alert when riding this road!
We rode until we merged with Highway 1, California's Pacific Coast route. We were about 40 miles North of San Simeon where Hearst's Castle is located. We continued South on Hwy 1 and stopped in Cambria for gas. From there we took Hwy 46 East back towards Bakersfield. We made a stop in Paso Robles for some nurishment then headed home.
Thanks goes to Brain for putting this ride together. It's was a beautiful day to ride some of California's most scenic roads. The weather couldn't have been better. The coast was partly cloudy as the Elephant Seals basked on the shores of the Pacific Ocean. I swear, there must have been a couple hundred of them "laying out"! They were so funny....they looked like a bunch of sardines laying in formation.
Here's some pics. When the slideshow starts, click the "reverse order" link. I don't know how I did it but the pics were uploaded in reverse order. PICS
On a lighter note; check out this video. Movie
One thing is for sure, if the plan is followed correctly it does work!
Wish me luck!
Here's an article and some photos. The funeral procession was quite impressive. I'm sure his family was appreciative.
Here's an article in the local paper. And here's some Pics
This morning hundreds of motorcycle riders of all ages and lifestyles gathered at Bakersfield Harley Davidson for a ride to support Baby Angel. The turnout was amazing! I've never seen so many people at our local dealership. When someone is in need, Bakersfield really comes through!
I don't know who or how many people organized this event but it went off without a hitch. My hat's off to them. Kudos!
We left Bakersfield Harley Davidson and rode the outskirts of town making our finally destination Beach Park by the Kern River. The ride was great. All the traffic signals downtown were set to the red flashing mode so the procession could stay together and not have to worry about stopping for red lights. Once at the park it was apparent this was a well organized event. The food was ready and the band was playing. Everything was great!
For this event there was a suggested $30.00 donation. If there ever was a worthwhile event, this was it. A guy just ahead of me in line to make a donation wrote a check for $100.00. The person accepting the $100.00 donation couldn't believe the guy only wanted 1 ticket! With 100% of the proceeds benefiting Baby Angel, there must have been lots of generous people suppling food, drinks, t-shirts, etc.. I just hope he can recover from his ordeal...physically and emotionally.
Having worked in the prison system for years, I have a feeling his father will receive a huge dose of prison justice...hopefully an overdose! Here's a link to some pictures.Pics
Our H.O.G. chapter president, Dave, planned this trip for members. Some Rved, some stayed at the hotel and others even tent camped. Everyone had a great time and we enjoyed near perfect weather.
On Saturday we rode the bikes to Monterey and visited Fisherman's Wharf and Cannery Row. Of course we had to try to local fare and had some clam chowder. We did a little window shopping and retured to Casa De Fruta.
Casa De Fruta is a pretty nice place to stay. They have an RV park as well as a hotel. So no matter how you travel they have you covered! The grounds are nice and clean with several shops and places to buy fruit, nuts, candy, etc.. There's also a scaled down train that tours the park where you can see an Albino Peacock and a buffalo.
Casa De Fruta is 200 miles from Bakersfield so it's a fairly close destination just right for a 3 day weekend. It was a success and I wouldn't be surprised if this becomes an annual event attracking even more members!
I'm dreading my next WW weigh-in!
Here's some pics!
My WW weigh-in yesterday was a 1.6 pound loss. Thats 30 pounds! Whoo hoo!
Here's a few pics.
999 Days, 09 Hours, 14 Minutes, 19 seconds until I retire!
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It's nice looking and easier to clean the saddlebags too!
I'm half the way there!
Here's a few pics.
I recently completed a 5 day, 1900 mile bike trip with friends. I'm surprised I actually posted a weight loss today. I didn't stick to the WW plan at all. But what I managed to do is to control my portions. Although I didn't eat the healthiest foods on the trip, I didn't really pig-out and go overboard.
Some friends and I went on a trip to Arizona. The roads we were on were suggested as scenic routes in the Harley-Davidson Tour Guide. We saw some beautiful areas where I've never been before. We rode in mountains and some desert terrain and everything in between.
The ride was a nice break from daily life. One of the highlights was visiting the Meteor Crater just East of Flagstaff, Arizona. Click on the link to read some fascinating facts. Another scenic leg on the journey was to Sedona, Arizona via Road 89A though Oak Creek Canyon. I can best describe it as a mini Grand Canyon.
Another amazing sight was the Morenci Mine near Clifton, Arizona. Billed as the world's largest copper mine...it's friggin' huge! Here's some pics.
This week will be more difficult. I'll tell you why later.
Today I attended the annual Mopar Spring Fling at Woodley Ave Park in Van Nuys, Ca.. As the name implies, it's a Mopar only event consisting of mostly vintage iron. There's usually some newer cars there also.
Going to the Spring Fling this year was a spur-of-the-moment decision. It opened at 10 am so I left Bakersfield at about 8am. By the time I arrived most of the entrants were set up and the show was in full swing. The weather was a comfortable 72 degrees and the cars were plentiful.
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This car is hot and fun to drive! This morning I made my weekly jaunt to Bakersfield Harley-Davidson to catch up on the local biker B.S.! Afterwards I pointed my bike North and headed for Delano, California where a 2009 Dodge Challenger awaited my arrival.
This particular dealership happens to be on my route to work and that TorRed Challenger ask been beckoning for a few weeks now. It was a beautiful morning for a bike ride and a test drive. Once at the dealership I was met by a salesman wandering the lot. No surprise there! It was about 11 a.m. and I was the lone soul on the lot. A sign of the times! I told the saleman I would like to test drive a 6 speed and he was happy to oblige. I had brought along my Converse shoes so I could "feel" the pedals. My work boots are just to cumbersome to relay any feedback from those 379 horses!
A quick shoe change and we were set. The salesman drove her off the lot. He was pretty aggressive for being on a surface street as his shift into second gear broke the tires loose a bit. Cool! He drove up the freeway for a few miles then exited and we switched seats. The saleman told me to keep it under 85mph. He explained that if the car was ticketed it was then considered used and the dealership would have to get it licensed thus losing dealers incentives and other monies. I didn't know that...or was he giving me some B.S.? Anyway, I rowed her through the gears easily reaching 85 mph by the time I hit 4th. She had a lot left in her! I drove for a few miles to the exit and began down shifing. Then the saleman says,"You don't have to downshift. Just put it in neutral and use the brakes." Huh? I looked at him and he must have seen the confused look on my face. "I guess you probably know how to drive a stick.", he says. {{{YOU THINK}}}}. I asked him what was the fun of having a stick shift car if you weren't going to shift up AND down. He said I had a point. Wow!
The car was fun to drive. Comparing the automatic to the stick:
1. The stick sounds better than an automatic coming to a stop...if you downshift!
2. The automatic gets up and going a lot faster. It depends on how fast you can shift. I don't think you can beat an automatic though.
3. With a stick shift you can rev the engine before taking off without waitng for it to idle down before putting it in gear like you have to do with an automatic.
4. One may get tired of shifting in heavy traffic. Although that doesn't bother me with my Dually.
My conclusion? I could be happy with either the stick or automatic. I think my choice would be swayed by price, color and availability. The 6 speed adds $995.00 to the sticker. Remember when sticks were standard and automatics were extra? How times have changed!
While I was standing next to the car waiting for the salesman to copy my drivers license, it started up. Remote start...that's pretty cool! Before I got in the car I automatically adjusted the power seat to it's full rear position. Once behind the helm it was apparent there is plenty of leg room for my 6' 4" frame. I was surprised that I had to adjust the seat forward to a comfortable position. The car was already running so I slipped it into Drive and existed the lot and headed for the freeway on ramp. The ramp I entered on had a slight right curve to it so I didn't go wild with the gas pedal and nail it hard. I did that about half way through the ramp. Man, I was up to 90mph in a flash! I didn't go any faster than that...didn't want to press my luck. It was a pretty short test drive but long enough to know that I could be happy with one!
Upon checking the Lotto results this morning 920 other people had 3 numbers plus the mega number too. It's worth $55.00. On the same ticket on a different line I had 3 numbers. Those were the two numbers I needed for the $8 million dollar jackpot plus another number. That is worth $9.00. I guess I'll be buying $64.00 worth of Lotto tickets for the Wednesday draw. Wish me luck!
Tonight I decided to step up my exercise time. I've been walking for 30 minutes on the elliptical. Tonight I walked while watching American Idol...60 minutes. We'll see what happens next week.
I asked around and was told they fly about 150-300 mph. Whatever speed it is, it's fast. Some of the aerial manuevers were pretty neat. Loop to loops, corkscrews, etc.. Pretty cool.
It's a big boys toy for sure.
I was aboard the TC when she was decommissioned and placed in "Mothballs" (the reserve fleet) at Bremerton, Washington. That was 1971. About 1977 she was sold to Greece and served the Hellenic Navy until 2003. A pretty good life span for the old girl! After her service in Greece we heard rumors and believed she was scrapped. Yesterday a former Hellenic sailor made an entry in the TC's website guestbook and informed us otherwise. It seems the TC was used for target practice and sent to the bottom. That's much better than being turned into razor blades! A fitting end for a gallant warrior.
Rest in peace, old girl, forever in Davey Jones' locker.
I had my post-surgery appointment to day and all is well with the noggin'! The doc told me numbness was normal and it should go away soon...I hope.
The only difference from today's weigh-in and the others is; I didn't go right after work in my work clothes. I had today off. The only major difference would be my shoes. I wore tennis shoes today and usual wear my work boots. I figure maybe it's about a pound difference or so. So overall I did great this week! Oh, I forgot about the hair and the couple ounces of cysts the doc took out!
April 3, 2009
Happy Anniversary to my lovely wife! 24 years and more to come!
March 31, 2009 -17.0 lbs.
Today's weigh-in was a whopping 7.4 lbs. loss! Whoo Hoo! The running total is after the date.
March 29, 2009
I bought a new clipper set today to finish the job the nurse started for my surgery. Here's the results!
March 28, 2009
I've had several lipomas for years. Most of the time they don't bother me but every now and then I get one that seems to annoy me. I've only had one removed in the past and it was done with a local anesthetic in the doctors office. I've had one on the back of my head for quite some time and it recently started to bother me. There is usually no pain associated with them as is my case. But the one on the back of my head just bugged me. It was time to do something about it.
At my last regular check up I asked my doctor if it could be removed. He referred me to a general surgeon. The surgeon told me it was too big for a local anesthetic and he would rather do it under general anesthetic at the hospital. I guess that was okay since he didn't give me another option.
The day of my surgery I had to arrive at the out-patient center at 7am. I'm figuring I'll be in and out of there in no time. Wrong! I was told the doctor had a difficult case and there would be a delay. Four and a half hours later (about 11:30) the doctor finally finished up his case and met with me. We discussed what he would be doing, how long it would take, etc.. I also asked him if he could remove another lipoma that I didn't mention to him earlier. I showed him the one I have on my right side rib cage and his exact words, "Wow! That's a big momma!" He said he would remove that one also. Then I met with the OR nurse. He told me he would cut my hair in a somewhat neat fashion. He said if the doctor cut my hair it would be a botched job because he wouldn't be concerned with how my hair looks. That's understandable. However,the RN assured me he would do a better hair cutting job. Okay. So were finally off to the OR.
They wheeled my gurney down the hall into OR#5. I slid over to the operating table and the Anesthesiologist asked me how much I weighed and then said, "Here comes the good stuff!". That's the last thing I remembered before waking up in the Recovery Room. Man, that's some fast acting stuff!
Everything went well. He removed both lipomas...purely routine for the doctor. They sent me home with a huge dressing on my head and a smaller one on my right side.
When I got home and took a look in the mirror it was apparent the RN who shaved me wasn't all that careful either. He took off about 1/4 of my hair on the back of my head. Oh well, it's just hair and it will grow back. Actually, I think I'll cut it all off so it can grow back at the same rate. Now I have only one concern. The area around my head where the lump was removed is still numb. I don't know if they used a local anesthetic or not. If they didn't....what's up with that? I'll have to call the doctors office tomorrow and run it by them and see what they say. I also have a follow-up appointment on Friday anyway.
In the past my wife and I have had success with WW so I decide it was time to do it again. Usually she would be the one who would join and go to the meetings. But this time I joined. I think deep down inside I knew I had to get serious or I wouldn't be successful.
I'm into my 3rd week. After my initial weigh-in and first meeting I had my doubts whether I could get into point counting and documenting everything I ate. But when I left that first meeting I had a feeling of accountability. It was like, "Dang! How can I come back here next week and not post a weight loss?" So I gave it a go and you know what? It's not that much of a pain to do the system. I actually find it challenging to see if I can make it through the day without eating all of my points. (37)
The first week I was hungry all the time. Even with drinking lots of water and eating all my points I felt like I was starving to death! But I made it through and lost 3.8 pounds. Whoo Hoo! Actually, I felt like I had lost more and was a little disappointed. But my wife put it in perspective. She pointed out that the contestants on The Biggest Loser work their butts off during the week and sometimes lose the same amount of weight or less. That made me feel better.
I started on a Tuesday so that's my weigh-in/meeting day. I go directly after work and just make it a part of my Tuesday routine. Last Tuesday I lost another 3 pounds. It's amazing what losing a few pounds will do. My pants fit better and I feel better too. As a matter of fact, I wore some work pants this week that I haven't been able to get into for some time now.
My goal is to weigh the same as I did when I started my state job a little over 17 years ago...225-230 lbs.. I have about 40 pounds to go and I'm confident I can do it and keep it off. As of right now I plan to continue WW evan after reaching my goal. I may change my mind later but if I feel I need WW's support, I'll continue the program.
That's it for now...you'll see LESS of me next week!
Now, if you don't believe in Hexes, bad Ju-Ju, etc., read on.
We spent Friday night at Olancha Dunes. We stayed at Taboose Creek campground Saturday and Sunday night and the weather was awesome! My sister-in-law, her husband, their son and his wife and kids all came over from Big Pine for a visit and some off-roading.
Sunday morning a half-panicked guy and his kid in a Yamaha Rhino stopped at our RV and asked to buy some gas so he could make it back to his camp. He said he had been up to a mine that was big enough to drive ATV's in! That got my attention so I asked for directions to the mine...a fascinating destination to explore. I gave him a couple gallons of gas and he was off.
Our family met us at the campground and we decided to find the mine that the gas-starved stranger told me about. The verbal directions I had was basically; "Take the road across the highway from the Manzanar Relocation Center to the "Y" and veer left." That was it. My brother-in-law, Richard, has been a longtime resident of the area and although he had never been to the mine, he figured out how to get us there. It was about 26 miles from our camp at Taboose Creek.
We had a nice little trip getting there. Richard and his son, Jeff, had their's Jeeps and us in our Polaris Ranger. We stopped along the trail and had a sandwich lunch...and a couple beers! The weather was perfect too.
The Reward Mine is really something. That guy who bummed some gas off me was right. You could drive in the mine. He told me the mine was about a mile into the mountain but I think it was more like a 1/4 mile. It was fun and a little un-nerving at the same time. What if my headlights went out? What if the Ranger stalled and wouldn't start. What if there was an {{{{{EARTHQUAKE }}}}}? These are just a few of the thoughts that went through my head as we drove deeper and deeper into the mine. I think a person driving into that mine be would be wise to take a poweful latern! At one point I turned off my headlights...man, was it dark. It would be very difficult to find your way out without some sort of lighting. It wasn't just a straight tunnel into the mountain. Every so often there was off-shoots that would go a few hundred feet in other directions. I doubt you could "feel" your way out of there.
Anyway, it was a great adventure. Oh, back to Olancha. I mentioned we spent Friday night at Olancha Dunes. First off. I broke one of my own rules. Rule # 1. Don't go somewhere you've never been before and arrive at night. When I turned off the paved road towards Olancha Dunes I didn't have a clue how far it was back to the "RV area". So I slowly proceeded. Not surprisingly it was bumpy and a little "sandy-ish". About a 1/4 to 1/2 mile down the road it became more "sandy-ish". I decided to stop before we got stuck. I figured we better back up and just park to the side of the "road" and spend the night there. We would get a better handle on things in the morning when we could actually see what we were getting into. I had Jan guide me back for a few hundred feet and that's where we spent the night.
The next morning we unloaded the Ranger and decide to scout out the place. Yep, there were dunes alright. They are not very big or plentiful but it looked like fun. After a quick tour of the dunes I discovered there wasn't actually an "RV area". Like a lot of primitive camping areas, you just find a suitable spot and park. There was a nice hard flat spot probably no more than a hundred yards from where we spent the night. I figured I could put the truck in 4 wheel drive and hit it going kind of fast (fast for a rough road) and I sail over this very slight incline that stood between us and the selected spot. I put the truck in 4 Low and took off. 1st, gear, 2nd gear...come on baby!, 3rd gear, I'm not going very fast but past the point of no return, 4th gear, I don't think I'm going fast enough but I can't stop now. That was it! The sand grabbed my tires like a vise! I was done! Stuck! My mistake? I should have been in 4 High. That would have given me the speed I needed to plow through the sand. But not being experienced in the operation of a 4x4...
I spent the next 2 hours trying to dig out. I found old carpet. Yep, I'm not the only one who's been stuck there! I dug sand out from under the tires. Wedged wood blocks behind the tires. Put carpet, mats and whatever else I could find behind the tires. After about 2 hours I backed up maybe 6 feet. I quit! Call AAA. We have full coverage. But we found out it doesn't include off-road. Great! AAA did hook me up with a tow company in Lone Pine though. "Yep, I know exactly where yer at. $280.00 an hour. Want me to come out?" What am I gonna say at this point? "No."?
The tow truck got there in about 45 minutes. After an hour and a half a winching he got me turned around and on to some hard ground where I was able to drive out. That's when we decide to go to Taboose Creek.
Now. About believing in Hexes, bad Ju-Ju, etc.. The last thing a co-worker (T.F) said to me on Friday was, "Your going to a new place, it's going to be dark and you're going to get stuck!"
But you know what? We had a great weekend anyway. Getting stuck didn't really bother me that much. We had beautiful weather and we explored some new places.
1. 2 nights at Taboose Creek: $20.00.
2. Getting towed out of sand: $280.00 (He "only" charged me for 1 hour.)
3. Spending time with family: Priceless! Here's some pics. ...and some more!
Think Nascar for a minute. As the game neared the end the girls took more risks and there was more blocking and people getting bumped off course. Just like Nascar, it was better towards the end. They even had "the big one"... a several girl pile-up!
Our home team is the Derby Revolution of Bakersfield. It appears there is no age limit or size restriction. There were some very small girls and a huge one! Whatever their size, it was apparent they all had fun. They did a good job revving up the audience too.
Before the game started an official explained the rules. It's pretty simple. There's 5 Blockers and a Jammer on each team. At the first whistle the 5 Blocker take off. As soon as they round the first turn there's two more whistles, that's when the Jammers get underway. The object is for the Jammer to get past the opponents blockers. Once a Jammer bumps and bangs their way through the pack, they score a point. The game was pretty lopsided. The Revolution 152. Disaster City 49.
After tearing up the linoleum I discoverd the shower pan had been leaking. Bummer. Now we had to have the entire shower re-done so I hired a tile man on recommendation of a former neighbor. I've never built up a shower pan and wasn't about experiment. While the guys were working on the shower I asked how much more to do the floor. He made me an offer I couldn't refuse!
The only hitch so far is the shower door. I won't fit the new opening so we have to have another one made. And of course we installed a new, taller toilet. Here's some before and after pics.
With gloomy weather reports for the entire weekend, we set out for the desert. We don't let the weather dictate what we do or where we go. If you do, you'll really limit yourself. So off we went. We were joined by two other brave couples, our longtime friends, Reggie and Mary and Bill and Claudia. Jan and Claudia have known each other since grade school.
The Tehachapi grade was open and had a little snow from the night before. Although it rained like heck in Bakersfield we barley saw a drop in the desert. To quote Forest Gump;"The desert is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're going to get!" We did get some wind from time to time but not nearly as bad as the desert winds can be.
This time we camped in a different spot and rode some trails that were new to us. We rode to California City (in town) and to Jawbone Canyon Store where there was a beer garden and a live band.
We hoped to watch the Daytona 500 but we couldn't get tv reception in our particular area so we headed home Sunday about noonish.
Here's some pics. If you hold your cursor on the picture titles you can read the whole title. PICS!
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We spent Christmas Eve with my family in Palmdale and Christmas with my brother and sister-in-law in Big Pine, Ca..
This year we had a white Christmas! Here's a few pics. PICS.