Today we remember our fallen soldiers, sailors, Airmen and Marines. For me today is especially poignant.
| From Memorial Day 2009 |
Herb Stark USMC 1961-1965.
| From Memorial Day 2009 |
| From Visit to Wefing's Marine |
| From Visit to Wefing's Marine |
| From Visit to Wefing's Marine |
| From Visit to Wefing's Marine |

ber, we have been at Isla Blanca Park at the very South end of South Padre Island. We are sitting on a small sliver of sand with the Laguna Madre in our front window and the Gulf of Mexico to our rear. Jake gets a nice walk up the beach and a romp on the sand dunes every morning His schedule allows his owners to view fantastic sunrises over the end of the jetty. Most days we get to ride our Trikes on the several miles of roads here in the park. Occasionally we venture up the boulevard but mostly stay right here in the park. Sometimes we take the Jeep up on the North beach and let Jake swim in the surf. We even tried a little surf fishing this year.
es right out our front window. We see shrimp boats, transport ships, tankers, amd huge drilling rigs pass by daily. It has been very interesting to google the names of vessels and see what they are and where they are going. We have seen a couple that were inroute to the scrap yard. We were able to determine their names from the Port of Brownsville web site, but the names had been sanded off and they were not flying a flag.
t come to an end. The spring breakers will be arriving in March, so we plan to be somewhere else...grins. Soon we will return to North East Texas to enjoy its beautiful spring.
nt to Dallas to "look" at new Monacos. We figured we would trade sometime in early 2007. Short story, they had what we wanted and made us a deal we could not refuse. So we left with a 2007 Dynasty.
we found that the Canadians and Alaskans are still mining for gold from the many tourists that cover this route. We panned for gold on the Klondike and north of Fairbanks. We found about $9.00 worth of gold specs, which is more than most of the original seekers found. We walked on glaciers and watched whales feed in the Gulf of Alaska. We fished for halibut off the Kenai Peninsula. We were in the 4th of July parade in Valdez with our trikes and Jake. We took a dogsled ride with an Iditarod veteran. Jake swam in everything from mountain streams and lakes to the mighty Yukon River. We took 4, 218 digital pictures and 13 hours of video which we plan to use to make a DVD that we will share with you soon. For those of you who are worried about the cost of diesel these days, we spent considerable less than a two week cruise would have cost. We found that our mobile condo has the best back yard and view in the world, and we are counting the days until we can continue our Journey.Waldog, Willie and Jake
PS. This will be the last Journal for a while. We are taking care of our business and planning our next trip <Grins>
Walldog, Willie and Jake
Walldog, Willie and Jake
Thursday August 3, 2006 Soldier's Summit Tucker UT to Cortez CO Log 312 Miles
Our day begins with a view of the sunrise reflecting on clouds that moved in over night, and we capture the moon just above. Darker clouds appear and we wonder if we will have the predicted storms Meryl told us about. The sun returns.
We drive Hwy 6 over Soldier Summit at 7490 el heading for I-70 and south to Arches National Park. Lots of steep grade and rock. Dust from the road machines in the construction area.
As we approach the Arches park, the mountains turn salmon colored, which we learn is Entrada Sandstone; then we see the sand colored, which is Navaho Sandstone. The campground at Arches is full, even tho we arrive before noon, so we have to settle for driving thru the park.
The beauty of the rock formations, arches, and desert vegetation, as well as slowly decaying fallen trees is indescribable. There are many trails for hikers, and we are warned that the temp could get to 110 F. We head for Colorado.
We see a field of sunflowers and are amused at all of them facing the sun..............
At Cortez CO we find a Passport American campground, La Mesa RV Park, and the host tells us of an Indian dance presentation at the Cortez Cultural Center.
The side of the Cultural Center where we sit has a life-like mural of an Adobe house. The performers are from Gallup NM and are decended from the Lakota and Dineh (Navaho) people. They tell us they compete in song and dance at Pow Wows and invite the public, but at sacred dances, there are no outsiders, no lights, no electronics. One of the performers is Blue Star Boy, who looked to be about four years old. He first dances with his grandfather Norman, and steps like his grandfather does. Each performer describes his/her dress, and the most interesting one was Romona's red dress circled with rows of silver bells. It is called the Jingle Dress, and she wears only one feather in her headdress. Her beige dress is buckskin. Norman wears a more elaborate one, called Roach. He does a dance with hula hoops with which he forms a flying eagle, a horse he rides while roping a calf, and makes a form of the world. At the end we spectators are invited to do the round dance with them and Herb persuades Wilma to join them while he photographs.
Walldog, Willie and Jake
Tuesday August 1, 2006 Grande Coulee WA to Ontario OR Log 393 Miles
We said goodbye to Bob and Myrna as they drove down the hillside from our balcony RV site, and readied ourselves for our day's journey, which took us through more wheat fields. The day starts out smokey from the large forest fire about 20 miles north of Grand Coulee.
WA Hwy 21 South follows section lines except for some areas where Farmer Brown insisted it go around, or when it needed to go around a stubborn rock. It was interesting to see the stacks of bales of wheat chaff ready for feeding the cattle in winter.
Along the way we come upon an RV pulling a truck loaded with four-wheelers side by side. We marvel and take a picture. At the massive roadside produce store of fresh fruit, veg, and other tempting items, and where we opted not to buy blueberries, a man tapped Herb on the shoulder, asking how he liked his recumbant trikes. He was the guy towing the four-wheelers.
Oregon has quite a few dump and fresh water stations at rest areas. Their signs state no camping, though, and are posted at the truck rv lanes. We opt for the Wal-mart Supercenter in Ontario for a quick overnight and to restock our supplies.
Walldog, Willie and Jake