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When Communications Fails, Opportunities Are Lost

A great deal of my time, these days, revolves around two worthy environments... Veterans Affairs and Team RWB. In early August, 2015, I experienced four days that should have, and could have brought these two groups together. Unfortunately it was an opportunity lost. And, unfortunately... there was a great deal of communication failure on both sides.

I was already a member of Team RWB... an organization dedicated to "enriching the lives of America’s veterans by connecting them to their community through physical and social activity", when I discovered The Veterans Golden Age Games.... which "brings Veterans 55 years of age and older, together in friendly competition", annually, at a different city in America. This Edition, the 29th, was held in Omaha, NE., entitled Patriots on the Plains. The games includes events in Track and field, Cycling, Horseshoes, Table Tennis, Pool, Swimming, Air Rifle, Racquetball, Dominoes, Badminton, Bowling, 3 on 3 basketball, Golf, Checkers and yes.... Geocaching. I often try to imagine Team RWB including all the events among mostly running opportunities.

A quick glance at the missions of each reveals how well suited they are for each other. Yet... of 900+ participating Veterans, from 46 states and 2 territories, there was ONE Team RWB member.... me, and one other person I found who had even heard of Team RWB. Now don't get me wrong. I don't write this as a criticism, but as an opportunity, for both Team RWB and the Department of Veterans Affairs, who, for their part was very lacking in communications that would grow the event by leaps and bounds.

I visit my local Veterans Affairs Campus on a regular basis, to keep up with my health needs. And, as it happens, we have a great Golf Course on the VA Campus. Yet, I only became aware of the opportunity because I stumbled upon the Golden Age Games one day, while browsing the Internet. Nowhere throughout my local clinic, at American Lake, in Washington state, was the event announced or advertised. Not even a notice on the facilities Gymnasium bulletin board, which I also frequented weekly. It was a well kept secret. I later learned that the American Lake VA clinic sent a team consisting of a Recreational Therapist and three Veterans enrolled in competition events. I met them during the opening ceremony. Of less importance, I also learned that the VA would have funded my participation, including transportation and hotel costs. That tidbit of information could be very important to some Veterans wanting to participate.

To be fair, this lack of communications by the VA was not a National problem. There were VA Clinics around the country that sent teams of 20, 30 and even 40 Veterans, along with coaches. Many wearing custom uniform shirts representing their City/State. It was impressive and encouraging.

However, in between my events, I visited with many Veterans and Recreational Therapists from VA Clinics around the country. None.... let me repeat that... NONE had ever heard of Team RWB. How could that be, I wondered? Team RWB has a great organizational chart, which include both Community Outreach Directors and Veterans Outreach Directors in every Chapter, which encompasses more than 120 communities across the globe and more than 82,000 members. How is it possible that Team RWB and Veterans Affairs are travelling the same road and missing one another.

Further evidence of this is revealed in the makeup of Team RWB Chapters. I regularly participate in activities with two area Chapters of Team RWB.... Joint Base Lewis McChord and Seattle. Both are constantly growing and both are very active, with great leadership dedicated to the mission. During my travels, I make it a point to visit Team RWB Chapters around the country. I have been exposed to Chapters in Phoenix, AZ, Omaha, NE, Washington DC, and Fredericksburg city, MCB Quantico, Stafford, King George and Spotsylvania counties of Virginia. All are super active and all have very dedicated leadership, impressive in their singular mission goals and successes. All have many Veterans and non-Veterans among their ranks. Many also have active duty military among their membership. Team RWB is, in my estimation, the best thing to ever come along and unite America's military and non-military communities.

On the downside, everyone of these Chapters also shares another trait. All have very few.... if any, active members over the age of 55. And this fact speaks to my challenge to both Veterans Affairs and Team RWB. Close the gap. Make a better effort to be inclusive. There are many of us older Veterans out there who can both benefit  from and contribute to the success of both Team RWB and the Veterans Golden Age Games, if only both organizations will reach out to one another. Considering that every VA Clinic has a Recreational Therapist, and every Team RWB Chapter has a Veterans Outreach Officer, this shouldn't be a hard task. Personally, I would challenge Team RWB to make it happen, because I have more faith and confidence in their leadership than I do in the VA. And there is clearly more consistency throughout Team RWB mission from Chapter to Chapter. And finally, because there is clearly a more dedicated and able leadership within Team RWB, free from political minutiae. So, I would ask that each Chapter Captain review your membership. How many "senior" veterans are in your ranks? How can you increase that number?

Here's to a bigger, better Veterans Golden Age Games in Detroit, MI, in 2016.  I will be there sporting the Team RWB Eagle. How many other Eagles will join me from your Chapter?

Visit this website to see your older Veterans in Action.
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Separating the Wheat from the Chaff: TeamRWB Meets Veteran's Needs in a Special Way

Part One of Three

For the most part, I am not a “joiner”. I have, “Been there, done that” as the saying goes, and, in the final analysis it has seldom led to permanent good. But, don't let my skepticism sway you. We are each individuals and we each strive to fill our own voids. As with many of these organizations, what we may or may not join is mission specific to our needs. Sometimes those needs may be seemingly selfish, though necessarily so; other times find our needs are met by ensuring the needs of others are met.

Over the years, there have been many organizations crop up in support of our Nation's Veterans. Most do a great job, while some do a better job supporting their founders and officers than the Veterans they exploit; Wounded Warrior Program comes to my mind. While they sometimes help some Veterans in laudable ways, I have much difficulty with their stated definition of the Wounded Warriors they support... those who are wounded AFTER 9-11-2001. Aside from having trouble justifying the size of the paychecks some WWP organizers take home, I have real difficulty distinguishing between the soldier who stepped on an IED before September 11^th 2001 and one who did so after. Hence, WWP is, to my mind, representative of the Chaff. While some may disagree and argue the point.... PTSD is oblivious of date delineations. I would expect the same from a “Non-Profit” Veteran's organization.

Some Veterans related organizations are started by Veterans, for Veterans; while others are created by civilians who lost a Veteran in a war or as a result of the effects of a war. Many define specific needs. While some work, in a positive way, in support of Veteran's needs, others are comprised of Veterans working to fulfill the needs of others.... Veterans and civilians, alike. Excellent examples of these types of organizations are Team Rubicon, The Mission Continues, and VetBikes. Three Veteran related organizations who are clearly separated from the chaff by their Missions.

And then there is... The Wheat itself; the creme de la creme... Team RWB (Red, White and Blue). An idea borne out of a psychologically envisioned need, by Army Maj. Mike Erwin, with a Mission Statement so simple and direct that it's no wonder TeamRWB shot out of the starting gate and continues to grow and shine.

To enrich the lives of America's veterans by connecting them to their community through physical and social activity.

Simple, direct, and easy to understand. More importantly.... easy to accomplish, and obviously successful, as witnessed by the hundreds of civilians and Veterans who continue to join every week. And, it doesn't distinguish between eras. Veterans are veterans, despite their age or date/time served.

As a Vietnam era Veteran who witnessed first hand, the huge disconnect between civilians and Veterans, that left Veterans bitter, disappointed, and questioning their value as individuals and as Americans, resulting in a huge spike in Veteran suicides, the Team RWB Mission Statement is long overdue and refreshing. The beauty of the Mission is, there are no losers. Everyone wins.

I'm willing to bet that not many in TeamRWB even know who Major Mike Erwin is; after more a year as a member, I didn't. That itself says a lot. Clearly, the Major is not seeking notoriety. What he did seek... and build, continues to grow.

Next time: Separating the Wheat from the Chaff: TeamRWB, It's What's Up Front That Counts.... and Matters

Would That The World Were Flat...

Hills. I Hate Hills. I have trouble getting up them, and I tend to fall down them. I quickly learned that
they don't provide soft landings.

If the world were flat, I could run or bike for miles and miles, from edge to edge. Alas, it's not to be.

Not so long ago.... a couple of years or so, I had climbed a hill down in Mesa, Arizona. Yes.... there are actually hills in the desert. It wasn't a particularly large hill, but it was there. So, I climbed it. The nice thing about being on top of a hill in the desert is that you can see for miles and miles. You could probably do the same atop a tall cactus, but I don't advise climbing a cactus. I won't explain why.

Now... it doesn't take rocket science to understand that, if you climb a hill, at some point you have to come back down. Preferably feet first, but come down you must. Unfortunately, I tended to come down hands and head first, breaking my wrist in the process... TWICE.

It wasn't always that way. When I was a kid, I thought hills were the best of the Creator's inventions. I could run up them, or climb up them, or even jump off of them, which I did on a regular bases when I started hang-gliding. I could climb a high hill and see the world from a different perspective.

But I digress... back to that hill in Arizona. The hike up was pretty simple. Someone had the insight to build a hiking path to the top. Once up there, and after taking some photos of the surrounding desert, including not so far off Phoenix airport, Tempe, and Scottsdale... I decided to climb down the opposite side from which I ascended. A dumb decision because the last 40 feet was almost a vertical drop. Not one to shy away from doing dumb things, I put my backpack on and proceeded to to climb down. Once I reached the last 40 feet, I twisted and turned my body so that I could get into a position
where my toes were on protruding rocks, and I had a good grip on others, with my fingers. Much like rock climbers do. Don't get the wrong idea. I'm no rock climber, as this experienced proved. Anyway, I descended another 15 feet before my feet slipped and I lost my grip... leaving me at the mercy of gravity for the last 25 feet.

twisting my body in hopes of turning and somehow breaking my fall, I landed on the heals of my hands, before the rest of me followed with a thud and I rolled over a few times, before settling on my back. Fortunately, I was spared hitting my head and I had my wits about me. I lay there for awhile,
taking in what just happened and assessing my condition. The pain in my right wrist suggested it was broken. Otherwise, I was all together. What I can report at this late date is, I have never tried that again.

My wrist eventually healed and, being back in Washington, I resumed my love for golfing. Unfortunately, a few months into the golfing season, I was in a run-away golf cart heading down a steep hill. As the cart started to turn on its side, I took a dive, which to the carts benefit my exit allowed it to stay upright. I, on the other hand, broke my fall with my hands, tucked my shoulder and tumbled down the hill. It wasn't until I reached the bottom that I realized I had once again broken my left wrist. Hills.... I hated them.

The Arizona and golf cart experiences aside.... my hate for hills has less to do with falling and more to do with ascending, by way of running and/or biking. It is my biggest physical challenge, at this late stage of my life. And, while you will often hear me bitch and complain about it... I have no doubt that I will eventually breach this challenge and put hills on the enjoyable side of my activities and accomplishments.

For starters, recognizing that my weight has a whole lot to do with my biking challenges, I have expanded my workouts to rectify that problem. My goal, a comfortable 2-3 pound loss per week.

Second, I will defeat my nemeses... a hill at JBLM / Fort Lewis, dubbed Dave's Hill by one of my friends and riding partners. This hill happened to be at the start of one of our weekly rides, so... I should have been able to manage it. That was not to be. I waited too long to change gears and then changed them in the wrong direction, causing me to stall and exit my bike.... walking up the hill in defeat. That, will not happen again. My calendar has 3 scheduled days a week when I will visit and tackle Dave's Hill. Eventually, that first experience will become a long forgotten memory. As will my hate for hills.

As always, Your Comments are welcomed.

Run as One....

On Saturday past, I participated in the Run As One running event, along with a whole host of runners, across the nation.... from Team RWB, Team Rubicon, and The Mission Continues. An event in support of positive solutions for veteran transition and reintegration to civilian life. This activity was inspired by and to give honor to the memory of Clay Hunt;  a Marine who lost his battle with PTSD and his fight with suicide.

We met at Owen Beach... part of Point Defiance Park, in Tacoma, WA. We would do the run and follow-up with some social time. I love these kinds of events. They make you feel good all over..

Prior to the run, we were offered some maps that laid out the 5K course we would follow. I... along with some other declined to take the maps.

Getting lost and making a couple of wrong turns was kinda hilarious.Probably it wouldn't have happened if I had taken one of the maps that were provided. 

Anyway... here I am, jogging along to the beat of my own drum... a cadence that stretched the minute waltz to around 5 minutes. I see a group coming toward me, which was my first hint that I was lost. So, I turn around and make a right at the next corner... a blocked of road. Looking back, I see that group following me up that road, so I'm feeling better. 

Soon I trade greetings with Bob as he passes me... followed shortly by a couple of gals. I pay it all no mind. I mean, I was one with the road... why should I go any faster? 

As I topped the hill, I noticed all those who past me kneeing... drawing diagrams on the ground. They were lost. I snickered at myself... I had followed them up that grade. Lost again. 

The smart money would have been to stop with that group and see if they figure it out. But, I endeavored to go on. I figured one of these turns would take me back to Owen Beach. A couple of extra miles and a few turns later, I was back on track Good thing too, because that minute waltz was wearing down.

As always, your comments are welcomed.

Run Forest..... Run, or Just Walk if You Have To

It seem like I've been running most of my life. Not from anything; and nowhere in particular. Just running. A regular Forest Gump, before Forest Gump was created.

I started running way back in Jr. High School. When I reached High School, I immediately joined the Varsity Cross-country team and ran my way through the 9th and 10th grades, before giving it up to play Varsity football.

After high school, I continued to run; in the Marine, in College and afterward wherever I could find a 10K, until sometime around age 58, I just stopped running. That too sounds like Forest Gump.

A few years ago, I started running again. I pledged to run a 5K race at least once a year... on my birthday. There were a few different reasons why I started running again. Mostly it was to have something to due in my spare time. That is after playing golf, and after wandering around tourist spots with my lovely wife; and after whatever else occupied mt retirement years. After awhile I noticed that, just like health professionals tell us... running was doing real good thing for me. My doctor had given me a blood pressure monitor and a daily schedule to measure and post my BP on a chart, which I was to send in every month. It seems my BP had been creeping up the scale, considerably. I chose to cooperate because the last thing I wanted was to be put on BP regulation medication. I am not real keen on taking meds. So... anyway, what I noticed, from all this running, is that my BP dropped from 146/120 down to 120/79. Plus... I really started feeling energized. So I run... and run... and run. When I don't run, I ride a bicycle.

Now... I mention all this because I notice you may not be running as often as you should. If you are, that's great. But if you are not... then it is time you considered doing so. That is, if you want to avoid all sorts of health problems as you age. I can tell you, from experience, if you allow, all sorts of aches and pains will visit you in your senior years. And if you let them, they will take over and run your life. Not what you want in your retirement years. It's much better to have fun and enjoy all that free time you earned.

If you can't run... and some can't; due to knee replacement and the like... then walk. Walk around the block. Then walk a half mile, then a mile. Take someone with you and you will finish before you know it. Before long you will be walking 2, 3 even 4 miles and more. And you will feel great.

The Rain in Spain Stays Mainly in the Plain!

Just so you know.... the title of this Blog has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with today's topic. If it did, I'd be discussing the subtleties and nuances of My Fair Lady. But I can't do that, since I've never seen it in any format. That is to say... live play or at the movies. Nor do I have any idea why the thought came to me. Alas, it did and it's there, so we'll give it it's due and be done with it.

What I was going to talk about was the Theory of Nothing, until I discovered that there really is something... the Theory of Nothing, that is. Far be it for me to talk about nothing that has already been declared to be something afterall. Come to think of it, I seem to recall that there is also a Theory of Everything; which, if I recall my Physics, is all about Nothing. So, in a sense, that leaves me with nothing to talk about.

What say we start over.

Tomorrow... March 20, 2015 is a pretty special day, in a number of way. First... it is my oldest son's (David Jr.) birthday. So, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, David.  It's also, officially, the first day of spring... the Vernal Equinox; that one day in the year when we have 12 hours of daylight and twelve hour of dark. But that's not all. There will also be a Total eclipse of the Sun.... and, the first day of the New Moon.

I touched on these things a few days ago, but they are so significant that I want to revisit them as we approach that special day. Remember.... a total solar eclipse on the same day as the vernal equinox only happens about once every 100,000 years.

We will not see the Solar eclipse here in the United States. It will be visible at the North Pole; and parts of northern Europe will see a partial eclipse. But... FEAR NOT! Just point your Internet Browser to http://live.slooh.com/stadium/live/the-total-solar-eclipse-of-2015 and you can see it happen LIVE, thanks to Slooh. It all starts tomorrow, Friday March 20 at 1:30 a.m. PDT. Remember now... if you miss it you will have to wait another 100,000 years before your next opportunity.

COME RIDE WITH ME.....

So..... it's now OFFICIAL. I took my first road bike ride.... ever, with experienced riders.... Doug Pfeffer and Ben Beltromo of Team RWB. It was... in a word, AWESOME.

As I mentioned before, I dabbled in bike riding some years ago; and even a year ago in Mesa, AZ.... getting my daily exercise riding a mountain bike along the city bike lanes. But I had never ridden a decent road bike, in the company of other riders, who were experience. So.... I was the newbie.

One thing about being the Newbie... the guys didn't make me feel like it. They held the pace down, and kept it comfortable for me, but otherwise made me feel like I was a part of the ride. That is a common attitude in Team RWB events and the top reason I enjoy the club.

So anyway... back to this idea of organized bike riding: Clearly it is a popular sport. One that, just as with golf, I wish I had taken more serious a lot earlier in life. But, no matter; like golf age is not a deterrent. You get started at your pace; you learn the particulars about your bike, the gears, cadence and riding.... and you work to increase your pace without overworking.  What could be easier than that? The Wednesday Night Eagle Pride Ride is marked on my calendar every week for the foreseeable future.

I still have much to learn. I'll do some bike clinic stuff, lots of reading, and lots of riding leading up to Wednesday. And I will continue my Tuesday morning indoor bike class at McChord Fitness Center, main gym annex. And my 5k runs will continue, building on my cardio.

Next on my biking agenda are some decent pedals and shoes. I rode with my drop foot brace and it started feeling uncomfortable after about forty minutes. I probably don't need it, as not much power is being generated by my ankle or lower foot. It's really coming from my upper leg and my knee. Plus, I am guessing that a clip-on bike shoe will give me added up-lift, that I am not getting

Here's a tip for you older guys out there... You know who you are. Those of you sharing your 60th and 70th decade with me and others. Those of you riding an easy chair in front of your TV. Get Up. Go down and buy you a bike. And start riding it. You'll still have time for your daily couch potato marathon. Just not quite as much time. Best of all... you will feel better physically, and you'll like it mentally. It's not like you have to worry about those knee and hip replacements. Ride easy. Start with 30 minutes; increase to an hour. I promise you... it won't be long before you are riding for an hour, three and four days a week.
now.

The Eagle Pride Ride will be a permanent habit for me. As my riding experience comes together, I will add blogs... so stay tuned, and if you can... Come Ride With Me.

As always.... if you enjoyed this Blog, or have questions, or have a particular subject you'd like me to Blog about,  please leave your comments below.

The Next Night You're Outside, Look Up...

If it's a clear night be prepared to be amazed.

Especially on the night of April 4th. The 3rd in a series, of four during 2014 and 2015, total solar eclipses, or Blood Moons will occur; the last happening later in September. The period is referred to as a lunar tetrad. It will be visible to most of North America.

This is pretty rare. Count yourself lucky. As if Total eclipses of the moon aren't rare enough, we are in the second lunar tetrad of eight that will occur this century. You can bet a lot of conspiracy folk with attach varying degrees of special significance to these events. Although... many will sleep right through it or miss it entirely because they rarely look up.

Prior to this Moon Eclipse event, there will be a Total Eclipse of the Sun, of even more significance. It will happen on March the 20th. The vernal equinox. The first day of Spring. That happen only once every 100,000 year. This is pretty special folks. You have good reason to look up and witness these historic events.

So... now you know what's just ahead. There is more to both stories, but I'll save that for tomorrow. Until then.... take a moment to see what's above you.

The Prodigy Returns.....

The Prodigy Returns.....

Wow! Two years? That long since I graced the pages of The Briars. That's just not right. Must do better. In fact, I intend to do better... and for good reason. A lot has changed in my world over the past two years. I took up playing golf, back to running for the first time in more than a decade, joined some new, fabulous organizations, doing volunteer work over at the VA; training for a SIXTY Mile... that's right, count 'em..... 60 miles RUCK, back east, come May. Harpers Ferry, W. Virginia to Arlington National Cemetery, on Memorial Day 2015;  I have taken up bike riding. Not the bike riding we did as kids. Real bike riding... but I'll get into that later. And, last but not least, I am revisiting my photography hobby with a vengeance.

So.... as you can tell from the photo up in the right hand corner, I have taken up golf. I actually started playing in March of 2013 down in Mesa, Arizona. I took it a step further when I returned to Puyallup, WA and joined the Golf Club at American Lake Veteran Golf Course, on the American Lake VA Campus, in Lakewood. And to put an accent on my arrival to the sport... I hit my first Hole-in-One during a Club Tournament, on a Par 4. How about that! While that does give me something to brag about, I have a long way to go before I will be an adequate golfer; at least adequate enough to my satisfaction. After my first two years, I am a steady 17 handicapper.... looking to settle around 12-14 in the next couple of years.

Another new activity taking a hunk of my time is running. Yeah... that's what I said.... running. Something I did a lot of as a kid and high schooler..... having run Cross country and the mile; and carried the torch on the USA Olympic Torch Relay Team, back in 1960. I took up running again in the mid 70s and, after moving to Florida, made it a habit of running the Tampa Bay Gasparilla 10K, every year until I reach 58 and said enough was enough.

While not usually much of a joiner, I've joined a great club.... TEAM RWB, which accommodates my new found love for running, as well as other activities. You might want to look us up online. There is sure to be a RWB Chapter near you and you'll be glad you did.

Add to the golf and running.... hiking. Now, wait a minute..... you say? Actually it's good exercise, and not always difficult. Although, on occasion, when I combine hiking with my photography and want a particular photo, hiking can get challenging. Ahhh... but hey, once you get the picture it not that bad. Usually. Sometimes I manage to get up some place without considering I need to come back down. Part of the challenge.

A couple of weeks ago, I went up on the mountain... that's Mt. Rainier for you non Great NorthWesterners; anyway, I went up there chasing down some photo ops at Reflection Lake, and hoping to capture some waterfalls. Well, I did get a few waterfalls pics, although I wasn't real happy with them, but aside from that, my biggest accomplishment was building a snowman.

Up around Paradise, the snow started getting deep and I wasn't prepared. But all was not lost. While visiting with some other hikers, I had an opportunity to use a pair of snowshoes, for the very first time. After shuffling up the trail a couple of hundred yards and back, I found a "new love".... dang, am I fickle or what? Hah! Anyway, I loved it and after discussing it with my lovely wife, I am now the proud owner of a great pair of snowshoes, which she gave me for my 70th birthday.

Yeah... I celebrated my 70th birthday this past weekend. Ran a 5K over at Joint Base Lewis / McChord, along with some others from RWB. Didn't do too bad for an old fart. Ran it in 33 minutes and 38 seconds, which is a personal best for me since I started back and erases that dastardly 52 minutes plus, I ran last year. I've heard it said that 70 is the new 30.... my grandson reminded me of that. They may be right because I am feeling great and energetic.

Oh... and then there is this thing about biking. Remember way, way back when we used to put bikes together from collected spare parts, with those long goose-neck handlebars? Well that was kid stuff and pretty easy. Today's mountain bikes and road bikes are specialized cycles that take some knowledge... and some skill to ride. I got a new road bike for my birthday.... my gift to myself; and I'm doing okay. Nothing to brag about. I mean, I can ride 20 miles or so with no problem. Back some years ago, I rode my Schwinn road bike to Tampa and back, on the bike trail. That was a 100 miles round trip... and it took the best part of the day and moved into dark. I'm not fast. And I don't particularly know much about the gears. But I'll learn. Biking is another RWB activity. We have experts who will show us the ropes. Meanwhile, I try to keep my legs strong and figure the rest will come over time. 

There is a bit of a price to pay, being involved in all these active activities. The body and limbs are not as fluid and strong as they used to be. Lots of pain requires attention after running, biking hiking, and the like. But, I get through it. And the accomplishments feel good. The thing to keep in mind is that, it's not about being the best, or the fastest. It's about doing your best and reaching to complete what you start. It's about knowing your limitations and staying active, physically and mentally. It's about living!

So, here's to new beginnings. Hope you stop by often. And, if you find that I am getting lax on my posting, drop me a note to give me a nudge. As always, your comments are welcome.

Travis AFB FamCamp

Lackland AFB FamCamp

Advanced planning allows for many stays at military recreation facilites. They are clean, friendly, affordable (most around $18/day), and secure. This one is at Lackland AFB in San Antonio, TX.

We'll stay here for a week, before moving on to New Mexico. Visits with grand daughter/great grandson and family, and Deb's cousin are planned, along with San Antonio attractions.

Life is good.

Roll Out Those Lazy Hazy Rainy Days of Summer...

Two days of pure relaxation at Whispering Meadow, Westlake (Lake Charles), Louisiana, has us rested and ready to head for San Antonio, TX for a week of fun and visiting the grands/great grands. We'll set aside a day for the River Walk and other attractions. Destination, Lackland AFB FamCamp. See you there.

As the sign says... No Swimming in the Lagoon. But don't let that stop you from visiting Big Lagoon. There are plenty of other places to swim on this 650 acre rustic camp setting, including the National Seashore/ICW... East and West Beaches.

Flanked by scrub oak, slash pine, green wetlands and marshes, the campsites are easily accessible along the loop and many are "big rig" friendly, up to 45 ft.

The park offers much to do, including swimming, fishing, hiking (along trails and the raised boardwalk), boating, birding, and much more.

Full facilities, including showers and dump station.

Pricing is reasonable... $6.00 park fee and $20 campsite, with many reduced rate plans. As a combat-wounded vet, I received a Lifetime Free Park pass and paid $10 for the campsite, including hookups.

I do recommend making online reservations, as this park is very popular; however, I did note there were a few no-shows. The gate closes at sunset, however, knowing we were going to arrive late, we called ahead and were provided with the gate code for entry.

One last thing... Big Lagoon is in the Florida Panhandle (Pensacola). Potential summer storms trigger the park being closed, as it was during the recent hurricane/tropical storm Debby. In these instances the online reservations website makes note and prevents making reservations. Check the weather before you plan your trip.

Overall I give Big Lagoon 4 of five stars.

On The Road....

A few years ago I got the bug to travel. More often than not, my trips were spontaneous, which meant getting a travel trailer so as not to find myself sleeping on park benches when I couldn't get room reservations. So I shopped around and settled into a 15 foot HiLo Travel-lite. Nice little trailer. Perfect for one widowed wanderer with lots of time and no particular destination from day to day. It was a fun couple of years seeing the good ol' US of A.

No longer a widower, I'm a happily married oldster of nearly a year. My wife, Debbie, and I enjoy traveling together. So, it was time to think larger travel trailer... but not too large. We settled on the KZ Sportsmen Classic - 19SB (pictured above); 20 feet, tail to tongue and perfect for dragging around the country with our '08 Explorer.

We are currently in west central Florida (Gulf Coast), near Tampa/St Pete. On July 1 we will set our sights on Puyallup, Washington (near Tacoma/Seattle).... our summer home. Sometime in early November we will start the return trek south and east.

The trip to the great Northwest will be leisurely. We have some sight-seeing to do. Besides, what good is having a TT (travel trailer) if all we do is drag it 3500 miles as burdensome added extra weight? So.... here we come America.

Back to Blogging...

While browsing the Net, I came across my Blog... which I haven't visited in sometime. A lot has changed since I started and maintain this Blog regularly. Now might be a good time to bring it up to date. Well... maybe not right now, but very soon. Stay tuned.

Loblolly silhouette (Moonrise)

TravelBlog 2010 - Day 1

Well, I managed to get away on schedule. (ACTUALLY I'm a day ahead of schedule). Expected to spend the first night in Jacksonville, en-route to Silver Springs, Maryland ... but, when I hit the road, no plan is etched in stone.

I stopped, instead, at Falling Water State Park ( FL ) . One of my favorite camping sites. From here I'll drive straight to Maryland.

There's a certain serenity and tranquility about Falling Waters. The falls drop 100 feet, into a quiet darkness. An abyss of sorts which is actually a sink-hole (Common in Florida). Where it goes from there, no one knows.

It reminds me of gazing into the quiet of the far-off night sky, at the outer edges of a black hole, and imagining hearing a giant sucking sound as the occasional space rock gets too close to the event horizon. Where it goes from there, no one knows. Ominous to be sure. Foreboding, yet... tranquil and serene.



I'll hook-up with Linda (Cindy's cousin) on Tuesday evening and we'll have dinner and then do our annual grave-side picnic on Wednesday. From there I will head to New Bern, NC to have lunch with an old friend, on Thursday and prepare for the upcomng meteor showers.

.... and so it goes.

C'ya again soon.

Cravings ...

Cravings! We all have them now and then. They can be for most anything, from a brownie, to hot fudge... a slice of pie or chocolate cake. Heck... us old folks have even been known to crave sex now and then. Surprised?

I got a craving tonite. It was going on midnight and I suddenly had a sweet tooth; the third one over from the middle... bottom.

Now... I found that odd. The tooth is an implant. A screw in my jaw holding what appear to be a genuine incisor. My dentist didn't tell me a make believe tooth could crave sweets. Probably I'm just imagining it. Either way, I had a need to sweeten up my palate.

Back home at the Briars, such a situation is easy to resolve... no matter the time, day or night. Even in our small town there are many places open 24/7 catering to the needs of we aging folk, from super markets to restaurants and donut shops.

But I'm not at home in the Briars. I'm in this Texas town called Magnolia. Thus far... the only thing I've seen open after 8pm is a convenience store, a burger drive through and the ever reliable Wally World. Even the cattle have bedded down for the night.

So, Wally World it is; off I go to gather some fixin's: bananas, strawberries, ice cream, chocolate syrup, cool whip... and a lemon merigue pie, just in case.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

... and so it goes.

What do you mean... Don't Mess With Texas?

I'm currently spending some time in Texas... Magnolia; a sort of suburb of Houston. More on that in a moment.

My first trip to the Lone Star State was many years ago... back when I was young, and sprite, and climbing the corporate ladder, working for a national restaurant concern. The rungs on that ladder took me to Del Rio, Port Arthur, Beaumont, Dallas, Mesquite, Plano, Arlington, and finally... Garland, where I eventually turned in my spurs and caught the stage to Oklahoma. While the move was a promotion, I would have "Sooner" stayed in Texas; although, in those days it was prudent to go where the money was.

It wasn't that I was all that impressed with Texas. Even back then I was convinced that Texas drivers should be relieved of their cars and issued horses. That remains true today. It would be safer for all concerned. But, cowboy country did offer some unique and delightful experiences not found anywhere else in this great country. I was then... and remain a sucker for a Texas gal with a homegrown Texas accent. They mesmerize me. And, not that there aren't friendly people most everywhere, more so than many parts of the country, I have always found Texans to be a FRIENDLY lot. That also remains true today. Of course... even though it's a popular sport in the big state, Texans still can't play football. But... hey, someone has to take it on the chin.

Back to Magnolia. I'm hangin' with my mom and sis. How "kool is that"? It's like...awesome. I'l l also visit with a couple of my brothers... and some friends, old and new.

Some 50 miles north of Houston, Magnolia is a dark and somewhat strange little hamlet. It's carved out of a forest of trees. Well... more precisely, Magnolia is sort of melded into the forest. That's kinda cool. The community has sort of made a pact with nature. It's certainly nicer than areas where the trees have been stripped away or the landscape is mostly desert brush and tumbleweeds; and certainly nicer than Houston, which I think is a blight on nature.

Magnolia does have its down side. Particularly the deed restricted neighborhoods that recycle septic tank water into the yards. There are times during the day when whole neighborhoods smell like a cesspool. Yuk! I don't care how many shock tablets are used to treat all that poo poo water. It can't be healthy and sure puts a damper on an otherwise nice community.

Texas also has it's own brand of politics. They march to a different beat than most places, but in the end.... since I really don't give a hoot about politics, they are free to drown in the mire their politics creates... along with the rest of the country. Politics seems to be a necessary evil that, at this stage of life, I can live without.

I got a ticket driving through Texas around nine years ago; up in Gonzales County I think, somewhere between El Paso and San Antonio. Circumstances at the time caused dealing with it to be put on the back burner. Here nine years later I still haven't cleared up the matter. Texas probably thinks I'm messin' with them and they continue to invest money trying to collect a fine, which I dispute. They have spent at least as much as the fine amount. Alas, one day I'll probably send them a check. Maybe I'll make a note in my will for my estate to pay the tab. It's not like the cowboy economy is hinged to my paying a traffic fine.

All in all... Texas is a nice place to visit. I bit backwards in some parts. Barren in others. Lots of wide open spaces and lots of spaced out cowboys and wanna be cowboys. I've been to worse places; and messed with all of them.

... and so it goes.