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Saturday, July 18, 2020

First-Time Seasonal Camper Settling In


7/18/2020

Greetings from Lake George Campground!

It is Saturday morning and it is raining.  

My neighbor here had warned me last night that there were severe storms in the forecast including possible tornadoes.  She said between 3:00 a.m. and 5:30.  It is now 5:28 and the Weeroll isn't rocking yet.

I imagine if I were in my tent-cot I would be stuck in the prone position.   

But I have coffee made and I am sitting at my little desk writing to you!  How cool is that!  Smiles.

I arrived in Rhinelander on Monday and drove right to my sister’s house.  I disinfected my hands with the hand sanitizer I keep on the console, I put on a paper face mask.  And as I step out of the van I hear my sister running toward me, her arms outstretched.  Oh my!  Oh my!  

We sat on her beautiful back deck, overlooking her yard.  It was clear she had been keeping herself occupied during the COVID shut-down by planting flowers. 

 This is Only the Lonely plant.  Mary says it is a member of the tobacco family.




Dave, my brother in law stepped out.  Always ready with a joke, he came out wearing a gas mask.  I hugged him even though my mask was off.  I turned my head away and then quickly stepped back.

I visited for an hour or so and then I had to go to the campground and get my refrigerator plugged in again.

The camp site is roomy, though a bit slanted.  I have water and electric but no Wifi (bummer) and not sewer.  I walk about ½ a block to empty my holding tank (a two-gallon pitcher) and my five-gallon bucket under my outdoor sink.   

There is a half a cement block next to the waste-water dump opening.  It is used to hold the flap open while I pour.   There are several cement blocks by the waste water dump site.  I haul several to my camp site to make steps up to my door.





Unpacking my bicycle I learned that if I transport the bike upside down I need to put padding under the handlebars.  The cover over the gear-shifter busted in transit.




Monday evening Mary and Dave came over with their own chairs for a visit.  It was too warm for a fire.

Qi Gong and Yoga Outside


Tuesday there is Qi Gong (Chee gong) in the park.  It was wonderful.  The practice is connected to nature with movements of trees and reaching for the sun.  At times we imagine gathering energy and moving it to places in our body.  It is like a meditative and moving prayer.

They used to do the exercises in a basement classroom.  Now, with COVID closing the building, they do it outside.  The instructor tells us that in Japan they do it outside all year long.  As we were going through the movements I had a vision of being all bundled up in winter, the snow falling or blowing, still doing the movements in the park. 

After class we gathered a bit to chat.  The instructor invited us to a class she is teaching in the water over by St. Germaine on Monday.  It sounds wonderful! 

Yoga

Mary’s yoga class is meeting out in a large open field by Nicholet College.  I was the first to arrive the morning of the class.  The dew was still clinging to the grass, the sky was clear, the air cool enough to wear a light jacket.

Off to my left was a woman throwing Frisbee to her Australian Sheep Dog.  Off to my right were two fawns grazing.  Yep, you read that right.  I watched as the two fawns, curious, started to walk toward the dog.  But they didn’t go far.  The woman had the dog well trained.  It wanted to investigate the fawns and me, but she made the dog sit, then lay down until it was ready to chase the Frisbee again.  


Nice!

We had about seven of us spread out on the field doing yoga under the sun.  It warmed up quickly.  The fawns’ mother snorted from the woods across the road.  The fawns ran to her and immediately began nursing.  We were glad to see them reunited.   

What a lovely class!  The instructor does the classes for free.  Next week we will make a donation to a church food pantry.


Bryan Cohen's Amazon Advertising Class


In early June a fellow AlzAuthor, Marianne Siucco, recommended a class on Amazon Advertising. 

The class would be on-line so I could attend while traveling.  What I did not anticipate was that the class started the day after I arrived in Rhinelander.   

Though the instructions say you have to have Wifi and an hour to complete the assignments, the assignments take much longer.

It was probably due to the fact that I am 67 years old.  I would watch the instruction video and then read the assignment and go, “What?” and I would have to skim through the instruction video again and stop and start it as I did each step.  I decided to just concentrate on promoting Alzheimer’s Trippin’ with George in paperback (the book that recorded our road trip to Wisconsin, Idaho, Oregon and Colorado).


One of the assignments early on was finding out what my earnings were last month and my ranking in sales in the book category.   Yay!  The book was a top 100 seller on Amazon in a couple of categories.


I worked on Mary’s deck overlooking the flowers and the bird feeders. 

Besides a wide variety of birds, (thought of you bird watchers, Regis and Cindy, Mary Ann and Diane), she has at least four kinds of squirrels visiting the feeders!  


There were little noisy red squirrels, bigger grey squirrels, ground squirrels (which look like chipmunks), and black squirrels.   I guess a black squirrel is a grey squirrel with a twist in the genetic code… kind of like white squirrels.  Yes?  Comment below if you know. 

When we visited the Grand Canyon many years ago, there were black squirrels on the north rim of the Grand Canyon that are a divergent cousin of the regular squirrels on the south rim. 

As you can see, while I was working away I would take breaks from looking at the screen.  

Mary came out and said it felt awkward, to have me hanging outside while they were inside.  How do we do meals?  I had brought snacks with me.

She said I could use their downstairs bathroom as long as I wore my mask when walking through the house.  She doesn’t know about the flush plume.  That’s what the scientists have discovered, that when we flush the toilet a plume of germs shoots into the air.  If we have COVID those germs will be in that cloud and hover there or lay down on surfaces.

It was strange.  To think that I could be bringing with me a disease that could hurt them.
 
Eventually, if I continue to be careful, we can start acting like a household.  No masks and shared indoor spaces.  We could dine together inside and cook together inside and Mary and I might even be able to play cards!  Yes!

Kayak and Rainy Work

Mary and I arranged to go kayaking early on Wednesday.  

When we were putting our kayaks in a loon called out.  A nice sign, I thought.  The kayak glided over the clear calm water of the boat-launch channel and onto a lovely lake with the mist rising up.



I smiled and thought of George gliding along too.  I know that he and I would have looked at each other with big grins.  Sharing in the delight of that moment in time.

The surface of the lake was still and reflecting everything.  Off in the distance we saw a gathering of six loon!  

 Loons are usually just a couple on a lake.  Mary said this must be a gathering of males without mates.   Then they did a dance on the water and two flew off.  

We floated around the edge of the lake and into a bay.  I passed a beaver dam.  Later when I looked back at Mary passing it, I saw the beaver swimming between us.  I wanted to yell at Mary to look, but I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to scare it away.  It did eventually dive and slap its tail as it disappeared.  That got Mary's attention.

When we got back to the main lake, the loons were closer.  We floated and watched them, then they headed right toward my kayak.  My thought was that maybe they learned kayaks round up fish, Mary was thinking the brim of my hat might look like a beak and they thought for a moment I was another loon.




What a lovely ride and just long enough.  On the way home, Mary stopped at McDonalds and we got coffees, “with two creams each, please.”

One day it rained and I set myself up in the garage with a table and chair to continue with my online learning.  Mary said we got four inches of rain!


Riding Bicycle and Tricycle Alone

I have reached out to WI Trikers, a Facebook group, to try to find others in the area that would like to ride.  So far I have not had luck. 

I have gone on several short road rides.  The scenery is lovely and there a lots of rolling hills.  Many more hills than I am used to in Florida.  The roads are quiet that I have been on so far, and those that are a bit busier have a shoulder.


One morning I was riding my bicycle up a hill and it started skipping gears and then the chain got stuck between the spokes and the cassette on the back wheel.  I pulled and pulled and was wondering if I had to walk all the way back to my van.  I didn’t have any tools with me… duh!  How many years have I been riding?  

Fortunately, it finally released and I was able to ride back to camp being careful not to shift into low gear.  Later I put the bike in the van and drove it to Mel’s, a local sporting goods shop with a repair shop in the basement.  I was pleased to see all the staff and customers wearing masks.  

While I was there I asked the staff if they knew of any bike groups or people that do social bicycle riding together.  Nope, but there are lots of nice roads to explore, they told me. 
 
The mechanic said that his back log is two to three weeks.  I left the bike there.

My trike is good to ride too, but the roads are bumpy, and I prefer the bike with the shock absorbers on a bumpy ride.  Maybe I will ride to a trail next week.

Day for Business and Weeroll

I went to Menards and found two nice chairs so Mary and Dave don’t have to bring their own when they come visit my camp.

Since it is the weekend now, I have met some of my seasonal camper neighbors.  I was excited to learn they have a happy hour.  My idea of happy hour is 4:30 or 6:00.  But those times passed.  Finally at 7:50 they gathered to walk down to the bar for their happy hour. 

“Oh, I am sorry,” I said, “I don’t do inside gatherings now.” 

Bummer!  

Though I did get to sit and chat with Tom who only lives a mile or two away from camp.  He and his wife have a seasonal site here.  He is a teacher and we talked about the demands from the Education Secretary and the President that children return to schools in the fall.  They are threatening to take away Federal funds for schools if they don’t re-start school in the fall.

Tom said his school has infants (on-site day care) up to 18 years old.  He said that it will be up to the states to decide and that Federal funding goes to Special Needs programs and free lunch programs for starving children.  

I bought flower pots… heavy ones that I won’t be hauling back to Florida.  







I bought a marine handle for hanging onto for getting into the trailer.  It attaches by strong suction cups.   It seems to cling real well, and then I will walk by and it is laying the ground!  Not helpful!

I don’t have to hang on, I put it up for others wanting to go in and look.   I guess they will have to cling to the door jam.

The rain has stopped!  I have homework for the Amazon Advertising class but that requires internet.  But then so does up-loading this blog post.

Make it a good one.

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Oh!  Before I hit send!   

I went for a walk to the post office to pick up mail.  Mary went too.  When I stepped out of the post office she was pulling weeds in the garden in front of the Post Office.  I joined her.  We got quite muddy but it was fun.



We were walking home from the Post Office when I saw a sign and it took a moment to sink in what it meant.




I let out a cheer and ran over to get a picture.


In all my travels north I only saw Trump 2020 signs.   It was getting scary.  It just isn't natural to have only one candidate's signs up. Not in a democracy!

For those of you reading this in the years to come, Donald Trump is  currently President.  In the fall there will be an election.  And it looks like the rival on the Democratic side is going to be Joe Biden.

You will know what happened next.  Right now, we don't have a clue.



Monday, July 6, 2020

Campground Dust and Traveling Pooh

Morning - July 6, 2020

It is quiet and peaceful here this morning.  The birds are singing.  Most of the guests here are still sleeping or soaking in their morning coffee.

If I just look in front of me I see trees and grass.  I am fortunate to have an end of the aisle site at the very busy, sardine can lay-out of the Timberline Campground in Goodfield, Illinois.

When I entered the campground yesterday around noon I was a bit shocked.  This place was buzzing with golf carts and dirt buggies zipping around at high speed sending up dust clouds that hovered over the air.  The pool area was packed, groups of people were gathered at campsites.


I got here so early because I packed up all I could and hooked up last night for an early departure.  I must have left the campground in Vienna, IL around 6:15 a.m.

The drive here was uneventful except for a few miles on a flat but wavey pavement very straight country road.  I had to drive it at 40 mph.  Mostly I was on the interstates.

Once in Goodfield, I went to check in at the campground office and there were about 10 people in the large room. I was the only one wearing a mask, ("You are welcome.").  Check in was quick but when I arrived at my site it was occupied.  I checked the paperwork and check-out time was at one o'clock.  There was an un-occupied spot with a table in the shade.  I called Debra and my sister, Mary.



I texted Peggy and we arranged to meet for supper at the Busy Corner Restaurant.

The bottle I use to hold my pee mixed with water had started to leak.  I decided to go shop for a new container, only this was Sunday.  Would there be anything open?  Well, no stores in Goodfield, but the next town over had a Dollar General.

Today while stopped to get gas I saw in my car window that I had tufts of hair sticking out on the sides of my head and the hair on top that was supposed to be sticking up was flat.  I guess I need a mirror.  I had been using my car windows, but this morning I didn't get a good reflection or I was packing up and forgot.  I drove nine miles to a Dollar General and I was happy to see that all the customers and the clerks I encountered were wearing masks.  "Thank you!"


At exactly one o'clock the folks occupying my site pulled out.  I pulled in, as I was driving on gravel I could hear the brakes on the trailer grabbing too aggressively and dragging the tire.  I had been trying to adjust, but it was time to pull out the manual because what I was doing wasn't working.  Fortunately I had brought my Weeroll folder with me.

For those of you reading this that don't have a trailer, I have a little box mounted in my van that wires up to the trailer when I am hooked up.  It operates the brakes on the trailer.  There are three controls on the box.  


I had kept trying to adjust with the sync buttons, which didn't help.  I carefully read the directions again and the adjustment was quick.  I have to be hooked up, I have to adjust the gain.  It was at 2.0.  I moved it down to 1.5 after I parked the trailer.  We will see if that helps once I get going again.


This trip I decided to pack my bike upside down.  I wanted to be able to keep the bike in the trailer if I am only staying at a place one or two nights.



Behind the bike is my folding sink with a towel over it, a tv tray, and a folding chair.  I have another folding table I moved to the car because I won't use that again until I get to Rhinelander where I will be staying for two-plus months.

I try to keep things from rubbing against the walls of the trailer because the paint comes off the aluminum pretty easy.  I already have some scuff marks.  Debra says to use pool noodles and bungee or plastic tie them on.

You might think I can just go in and sleep in my trailer stealth camp mode.  I supposed I could, except that everything gets moved to the floor in transit.  There isn't much room to stand.  But I suppose I could put enough items back up to have some floor space to manuevre.

Laundry


Bill D. emailed me in response to my complaint about the humidity and clothes getting moldy before they dry.  He said to hang them in the car since the car gets hot in the sun.  He has done a lot of camping.

I had time before supper, so I washed my clothes in the sink.  They have a laundry room here, but with all the croud and no masks, I don't want to risk it and spread COVID on this trip.  Besides, playing in the water is a good thing to do on a 90 degree afternoon.


I have laundry soap with me, but I used shampoo to wash the clothes.  I learned this trick from Sylvia Halpern who travels very light.  The shampoo does the best job I have found in getting rid of the stink that clings to bicycle clothes.



As long as there was soapy water, the table needed washing.  As I began to wash, I stopped and took a picture so you could see how clean the former tenants left their site.


Dealing with Pooh


I have stopped using public restrooms if at all possible.  At first it was intimidating.  We all pooh, but then we flush and walla! Gone.  It took a few days to finally try the system I had set up.

The system is a five-gallon bucket and inside it is large Folgers plastic container with a lid.  The Folgers container is stuffed with plastic shopping bags.  On top of that I have a small bucket with a shopping bag lining it.  At the bottom of the bag is a peice of a disposable bed pad (left over from my days caring for George).

After I do my business I have TP, wet wipes, and paper towels that cover the mess and help absorb smell and moisture.  Done!   Charlotte uses special bags.  I hate buying plastic to create more plastic waste, so I am using used shopping bags, which can leak so I have to double layer them.

I try to remember to use my cloth bags when shopping, but I still have quite a stash of plastic bags.  And during the original lock-down grocery stores were not letting us use our own bags.  These are special times.



Dinner with Peggy and Denny

I arrived at the Busy Corner Restaurant early and the outside area was not occupied at all.  So I was able to select a table in the shade and a seat away from others.  It worked out wonderfully.  The staff wore masks.

It was great seeing Peggy and Denny again. Denny had biked 63 miles that day and was hungry.  Peggy began to plan our ride for tomorrow.  They both have medical appointments in the morning so we are meeting at 9:30 to ride.  I am so looking forward to riding!

They asked me to keep them posted on the return south plans.  They would love to meet up maybe in Minnesota or Iowa or here again and ride!  What fun!

Peggy complained that Denny (who read my books on his e-reader) wouldn't let Peggy use his e-reader.  But what she really meant is she doesn't like to read things on the computer.  I understand, neither do I.   I prefer holding the book, turning the paper pages. 

Peggy said she wanted to read my books but hadn't yet.  I told her I had brought some paperbacks with me and she seemed thrilled and asked me to bring them with me when we meet today.

Then they paid for my dinner!  Thank you!  Wow, that was unexpected!



I will gift her the first book, about our travels and rides at different places in 2016, Alzheimer's Trippin' with George.   The second book, The Journey Continues, is about the rest of our journey with Alzheimer's disease and the wonderful support we received in Citrus County, Florida.

Back at camp, a good thing about the Timberline Campground.  It has good (though unsecured) internet!  This is a first on this trip.

The internet allowed me to check the COVID numbers in the evening and watch a youtube video.  The air conditioner running helped block out the noise of the racing dirt buggies/souped up golf carts.  But it didn't block the booms of the remaining fireworks.

***** 
I cut my hair a bit this morning and used my new mirror to put the tufts in the right places on my head.



Oh, and thanks again to Bill D.  The clothes were dry and smelling fine this morning!

 Thanks to those of you who have commented on these posts or sent me an email in response.  It is good to have you along with me on this trip.  Along with the memory of George, it keeps me company and makes it more fun.

And thanks to the internet at my site, I can write to you.  Now it is time to get ready to ride with Peggy and Denny.

Oh, and below is something that someone wrote on Facebook but I don't know who.  It has been copy and pasted and shared but the author is unknown.  Enjoy a romp through 2020 so far.

Not mine... but awesome!
Made me laugh...
Dear Diary 2020 Edition,
In January, Australia caught on fire. I don’t even know if that fire was put out, because we straight up almost went to war with Iran. We might actually still be almost at war with them. I don’t know, because Jen Aniston and Brad Pitt spoke to one another at an awards show and everyone flipped the f--- out, but then there was something happening in China, then Prince Harry and Megan peaced out of the Royal family, and there was the whole impeachment trial, and then corona virus showed up in the US “officially,” but then Kobe died and UK peaced out of the European Union.
In February, Iowa crapped itself with the caucus results and the President was acquitted and the Speaker of the House took ten years to rip up a speech, but then WHO decided to give this virus the name COVID-19, which confused some really important people in charge of, like, our lives, into thinking there were 18 other versions before it, but then Harvey Weinstein was found guilty, and Americans started asking if Corona beer was safe to drink, and everyone on Facebook became a doctor who just knew the flu killed way more people than COVID 1 through 18.
In March, shit hit the fan. Warren dropped out of the presidential race and Sanders was like Bernie or bust, but then Italy shut its whole ass down, and then COVID Not 1 through 18 officially become what everyone already realized...a pandemic and then a nationwide state of emergency was declared in the US, but it didn’t really change anything, so everyone was confused or thought it was still just a flu, but then COVID Not 1 through 18 was like "ya’ll not taking me seriously? I’m gonna infect the one celebrity everyone loves." and totally infected Tom Hanks, but then the DOW took a shit on itself, and most of us still don’t understand why the stock market is so important or even a thing (I still don’t), but then we were all introduced to Tiger King (Carol totally killed her husband) and Netflix was like, you’re welcome, and we all realized there was no way we were washing our hands enough in the first place because all of our hands are now dry and gross.
In April, Bernie finally busted himself out of the presidential race, but then NYC became the set of The Walking Dead and we learned that no one has face masks, ventilators, or toilet paper, or THE FREAKING SWIFFER WET JET LIQUID, but then Kim Jong-Un died, but then he came back to life… or did he? Who knows, because then the Pentagon released videos of UFOs and nobody cared, and we were like man, it’s only April….
In May, the biblical end of times kicked off historical locust swarms and then we learned of murder hornets and realized that 2020 was the start of the Hunger Games but people forgot to let us know, but then people legit protested lockdown measures with AR-15s, and then sports events were cancelled everywhere. But then people all over America finally reached a breaking point with race issues and violence. There were protests in every city, but then people forgot about the pandemic called COVID Not One Through 18. Media struggled with how to focus on two important things at once, but then people in general struggle to focus on more than one important thing, and a dead whale was found in the middle of the Amazon rain forest after monkeys stole COVID 1 Through 19 from a lab and ran off with them, and either in May or April (no one is keeping track of time now) that a giant asteroid narrowly missed Earth.
In June, science and common sense just got thrown straight out the window and somehow wearing masks became a political thing, but then a whole lot of people realized the South was actually the most unpatriotic thing ever and actually lost the Civil war, and there are a large amount of people who feel that statues they don’t even know the name of are needed for … history reasons..... but then everyone sort of remembered there was a pandemic, but then decided that not wearing a mask was somehow a God given right (still haven't found that part in the bible or even in the constitution), but then scientists announced they found a mysterious undiscovered mass at the center of the earth, and everyone was like DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH IT, but then everyone took a pause to realize that people actually believed Gone With The Wind was like non-fiction, but then it was also announced that there is a strange radio signal coming from somewhere in the universe that repeats itself every so many days, and everyone was like DON’T YOU DARE ATTEMPT TO COMMUNICATE WITH IT, but then America reopened from the shut down that actually wasn’t even a shut down, and so far, things have gone spectacularly not that great, but everyone is on Facebook arguing that masks kill because no one knows how breathing works, but then Florida was like hold my beer and let me show you how we’re number one in all things, including the new Not Corona Beer Corona Virus. Trump decides now is a good time to ask the Supreme Court to shut down Obama Care because what better time to do so than in the middle of a pandemic, but then we learned there was a massive dust cloud coming straight at us from the Sahara Desert, which is totally normal, but this is 2020, so the ghost mummy thing is most likely in that dust cloud, but then I learned of meth-gators, and I'm like that is so not on my f-ing 2020 Bingo card, but then we learned that the Congo's worse ever Ebola outbreak is over, and we were all like, there was an Ebola outbreak that was the worse ever?
In July…. Aliens? Zeus? Asteroids? Artificial Intelligence becomes self aware?
Author Unknown

Saturday, July 4, 2020

Tricycling in the Shade with Fellow Trike Riders

Hey there, it is HOT in southern Illinois but shady on the trail.

Thanks to Jeanne, who I contacted through a recumbent trikes group on Facebook, she has visited with me and rode with me and now has offered me an air conditioned porch with wifi so I can reach out to you.

I will see how far I get posting this.  Traveling and riding take up so much time, that I have little time to keep up with writing to you.  But here goes...

July 1, 2020, Birthday Ride (not all 67 miles though).


My birthday!  I rode from my campsite at Timberlake Campground in Brandon, Mississippi to meet up with Jean and Keith and their triking friends.


Jean wasn't feeling well so it turned out I rode with three guys around the area.  They don't ride the trail that goes through the area, but instead weave up and down the shady streets of the suburbs.  It was a delightful ride of about 26 miles?  I don't have a speedometer.  I think that is what he said.





 At one point we rode across a causeway.  There is a huge reservour in the area.




After the ride I ate and shopped and took my supper to Jean's and Keith's.  I sat on the patio and worked with a nice fan pointed at me.


They have a couple fig trees in their yard. 


I noticed that Jean had a tarp hung up next to her shed.  She told me that the man that lives behind her likes to mow the yard completely naked.   Ha ha...  what a hoot!

It started to thunder and threaten rain so I moved into a porch area that was completely cut off from the house.

Jean and Keith are my neighbors in the winter.  I will see them again in November, or maybe I will come back through this way when I return to Florida.

Back at camp I worked out my upper body a bit and then used the outdoor shower by the pool to shower with my clothes on, washing my clothes at the same time.  As the COVID numbers keep going up, I try to stay outside, or isolated. 

I found this pretty green spider by the water spigot.



Tomorrow I have six hours of travel at least, according to Googlemaps.com

The Tunnel Hill Trail goes through Vienna, Illinois.  That is where I will be camping three nights.

July 2, 2020

Listening, Learning, Loving It

The phone googlemap app was programmed to avoid highways, but today I changed the option because I was going to be traveling over six hours and if I didn't use the interstate it would be well over seven hours.

I have been listening to a fun book.  How the Penguins Saved Veronica.  It is a fun story and kept me entertained.  

When I found myself going over the  Missisippi I started to panic.  Did I take a wrong turn?  Did I program the destination wrong?  I pulled off and checked,  I guess the route to Southern Illinois from Brandon, Mississippi crosses the Mississipi River twice.  I was ok.  No need to panic.

I pulled into a place in Arkansas to take a break and discovered a bike path right next to the empty parking lot I chose to pull into.  It is right on the flood plains of the Mississippi, I think.
 



 I don't know how far the trail went.  I walked a ways, the kiosks weren't maps but bits of history and exercise pointers.  I learned that the most number of deaths from a sinking ship occurred near there, the Sultana.  The kiosk had numbers that don't quite match the Wikipedia page.  The ship was built for about 400 passengers and was loaded with over 1800 passengers.  It was like 1500 on the Titanic, wasn't it?  This was just after the Civil War ended and it was mostly prisoners of War being shipped back north.

I just can't imagine.  The pain of war, the horror of being mistreated as a prisoner, and then finally freed and put on a ship for home.  The hope they must have had.

Then three of the boilers exploded.  Wow.

The scenery from the trail was lovely.


I finally reached my campground and I was surprised.  I thought it was a Forest campground because that was in the name.  There wasn't a speck of shade on my campsite.  It is supposed to be 90 degrees and I have three nights here.

I thought I was pretty clever when I rigged up a way to hold my umbrella over the picnic table so I could dine outside.




 It only lasted until the first breeze blew it all over.  Oh well,  my air conditioner works!

I love my outdoor sink.  I use it a lot for washing my hands, washing my hair, washing dishes and cleaning vegetables.



But already the faucet part of it is leaking and a good stream is coming out.  I have to shut it off by going around the trailer to the shut off by the connection.  As I am writing this I just remembered that somewhere I packed a Y with individual shut offs.  That might work to save me some trips around the trailer... if I can find it.


Jean invited me over to enjoy her shade.  She provided local, Paducah, KY, wine.  Thank you!


 She has about five humming bird feeders.  We got to watch the buzzing hummers, and on the other feeder some cardinals and a tit-mouse and chickadee.

 Jean is an early rider.  She was willing to meet me at 7:00 in the morning to ride the Tunnel Hill Trail starting at the Vienna station.

When I got back to camp I found a hole in the screen where my bike handle bar had rubbed or hit.  At least it didn't bust the window.


I took the picture below out my back window.  The families behind me were having a roaring fire and five medium sized dogs were barking at every one that passed.  I didn't hear them much over the noise of the wonderful air conditioner.


Several friends back home have congratulated me for leaving.  It is getting scary in Florida.  The most new covid-19 cases of any state.  And the US is far exceeding any of the developed countries in the world.

I had the thought that I have wanted to wander like this for many years.  I am glad I took the leap and I am loving my luxury accommodations...  my Lilac.

July 3, 2020

The Shady Part of the Tunnel Hill Trail 

We rode the Tunnel Hill Trail!  It was lovely.  I remember riding it two other times.  Once I was with my biking group from Wisconsin.  This group of friends would go take a long weekend, go to a trail and stay and ride.  We had so much fun.



One time we rode the Tunnel Hill Trail.  I think we stayed at the Northern End of the trail.

The pictures below are from Heron Pond which is about one mile off the trail.  It was one of those wonderful surprises that you come across when traveling to new places.


Here are the pictures from today's ride.  I found myself smiling a lot.  It was lovely.




An on-you-honor shop along the trail.









Here is what these two pillars looked like in the railroad days.




We were done with our ride by noon.  I went home to eat.  Now Jean and I are going to Wineaux for dinner and wine... outside and she says the waitstaff wear masks!  Yippee!

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