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Beat Up, Bruised, and Battered

At 63 years old, you’d think I would have learned a lesson or two by now, but no I haven’t. I have managed yet again to add another injury to my growing list of them, and did while being alone. I have ridden my bicycle off a cliff and broke my collar bone, tripped on a sidewalk crack while running at a very fast pace and sustained multiple bruised ribs and a chest contusion, fallen down my garage stairs on my ass, etc! The latest solo crash and burn happened a few days ago while loading the truck for our annual camping trip with our friends, the Kellys. I had just started the chore with only one bike being loaded so far. The truck tailgate is a bit high to climb up and down for a fast approaching senior citizen, so I use a stepladder near the end of it to assist myself getting in and out. After getting the bike situated in the front of the truck bed, I prepared to exit by crawling to the tailgate, standing up on the gate, and taking a step down to the stepladder. I either missed it altogether or my foot slipped off the step and I fell from a standing position right onto the stepladder handle taking the hit right to my sternum. Not remembering how, but I ended up over the ladder and onto the driveway pavement with a gash on my ankle, and a scuffed up knee. I immediately jumped to my feet dazed, confused and the breath knocked out of me. As I mentioned before, Debbie was not home and I was too fuzzy to even know where my phone was, so I just stumbled around the driveway trying to catch my breath and realizing I couldn’t even see straight. There for a haunting moment, I thought I had done some serious damage to myself and was on the verge of passing out and became a bit scared for my own mortality. I managed to weave my way across the street to my neighbors house just to establish human contact in case I went down and became unconscious. To my shock and horror there was a note on their door posting they both had COVID…..Lord help me now!!! Their dog started barking and they saw me through the door window. I managed to get them to the door where the called another neighbor, a former nurse, to come over and help me!

The Culprit

She arrived a few minutes later and escorted me back to my house. After checking my pupils and pulse rate, she suggested I head to the ER to get checked out and would even drive me. I refused thinking I would inevitably able to shake it off, so she demanded I go in and rest awhile. I went in and got a call off to Debbie and told her the story and she started on her way back home. At that moment, she was about an hour and a half away. I did as I intended and was going to just shake it off and possibly continue to load the truck. It did not take long to realize I needed to go to the ER. I called Debbie again and told here I was driving myself to the hospital and stayed on the phone with her until I arrived. Later, much later she also got to the hospital. It was to be nine hours later when we finally left!!! They took X-Rays, EKG, blood work, and a CAT scan. Luckily I walked away only with a severely bruised sternum, miscellaneous cuts and abrasions, my left shoulder was injured but don’t know the extent. Miraculously, no breaks or fractures were sustained. My shoulder has been bothering me for months from lifting in the gym and every time I sustain an injury, it gets exasperated. In the following days other injuries have risen in the aftermath: swollen left pectoral muscle and tricep, pain in my left bicep, and my shoulder is in constant pain. Now it seems it will be a long recovery period and we had no choice but to cancel our camping trip! I am left with being unable to twist, lift anything, unable to sleep flat, do anything strenuous around the house. Right now I am sleeping propped up and have just been able to get in and out of bed myself and put my shirt on. Debbie has been an angel through all this and I am so thankful to have her. I cannot imagine being alone through this injury as I have been in the past. It’s not fun being a careless idiot!!!


Friends And Founders 2022


One day while sitting in the office at the estate, I was going through my emails and noticed one from Best Friends Animal Sanctuary. I get a lot of emails from them, but this one was different and it stood out from the others! I opened it and it was an invitation to the Friends and Founders Event for 2022! We had been talking about going back to the sanctuary for awhile and decided this would be a great thing to attend and also volunteer if possible. We chose the April 28-29th session and started prepping for the trip! We had tried to remember when was the last time we had gone down there, but knew it had been awhile. While packing, I decided to pack a couple of shirts I had bought on the last trip and there it was……the date…..2015!!! Wow, seven years ago, too long!!! The excitement began for our spiritual reset which is one of the things that happen to you when you make the visit. There’s nothing like the feeling you get when you drive into Kanab!! Kanab has grown quite a bit since we last visited. It once was a pretty quiet and sleepy town, but things have changed. There are a bunch of new restaurants and hotels that have sprung up since. One of the new hotels, and the one we stayed at, was the Roadhouse and Mercantile. It is owned and operated by the sanctuary so your room fees are helping support it! Not only is it pet friendly, but bringing dogs and cats from the sanctuary for sleepovers are highly encouraged. There is also a store there where you can purchase shirts, pants, pet accessories, and other items with the Best Friends logo. It was a pleasant hotel, and btw, you can do your laundry for free! When not at the sanctuary we drove around town looking at houses, RV parks, and enjoying the sites of the surrounding area. We ate at some new restaurants and also visited some of our old haunts that still remain! These are all great eateries:



Our first day there was a free day, the only one we would have. We decided to drive up to Zion National Park. It was a return trip for us, but it had been many years. We got on the park shuttle and headed into the park and picked one of the trails to hike. We hiked all the emerald pools, there are three. It was a gorgeous day and the temp was just right. We got back down and Debbie wanted to hike the angel’s landing trail until we got tired and then we would turn back. Of course that didn’t happen until we got to the top where the chain begins. I was gassed and had a painful blister on my toe. Luckily she had a band aid in the pack and I made a quick repair so I could make it back down. I wasn’t thrilled and you can see all the pictures in the photo album! Not a young buck anymore!!! The rest of the week was all involved with dog outings, an afternoon in Cat World, and attending the Friends and Founders events. We took two dogs on outings, Riff Raff and Satchel. Debbie loved Satchel and had I been ready for another dog, we would have taken him back with us like we did with Cordell. I’m just not ready for a pet just yet. One day we spent at cat World just hanging with some shy kitties and taking a couple on a stroll.


Our last two days were involved in the events. We hiked up to the Labyrinth and Gratitude Gardens, enjoyed a brunch with many of the founders of Best Friends, listened to their Roadmap to No Kill 2025, visited our pig and goat friends, went to the Blessing of the Animals in Angel’s Rest(Kleenex needed), toured Dogtown, watched a training session of a wild horse at Horse Haven, did a tour of the new Horse Haven and their clinic, toured the Best Friends Clinic, and went to the farewell reception. It was so fascinating and fun. We still learned a whole lot more about the sanctuary even though we have been there many times over the years. There was a lot of upgraded areas and to see the clinics and the new horse haven made it all the more special. We feel so confident when making our donations that our money is being used so wisely in the care of the animals. You can do a tour of the sanctuary right from your device by clicking here. Better yet, plan a vacation and visit for yourself and especially your kids. It is a magical place!!! We will be back real soon!


Go here to visit the full photo album of our trip!!!

Karma Always Comes And It’s A Real Bitch

Stop World Control

“This brilliant documentary reveals how a small group of superrich criminals have been buying virtually everything on earth, until they own it all. From media, health care, technology, travel, food industry, governments… That allows them to control the whole world. Because of this they are now trying to impose the New World Order.” It will be the best hour you will ever spend and it is a must see! Once you have, share it with everyone you know. Our future depends on it!!!

 

CLICK HERE TO WATCH!!!

Enough Is Enough

So…. when will enough be enough? Here’s a list of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever seen.

-deodorant is canceled ??

-Systematic racism is to blame for climate change

– Madonna is oppressed by the patriarchy. Btw she’s worth $550 million according to Forbes. (I wish I was oppressed like her)

-Kendal Jenner is (culturally appropriating) because she started her own tequila brand.

-Miley Cyrus is transphobic because she said TITS are prettier than BALLS. (She’s right though) 🤷🏻‍♂️

-student loan debt is white supremacy

-breast milk is now called (Human milk or chest milk) 🤦🏻

-the Coca-Cola company teaches their employees how to be (less white)

-dr. Seuss was canceled by the same people who praised his books just a few short years ago (It wasn’t racist then but it is now)

– actress Gina Carano was canceled from the show Mandalorian for having different views and opinions than Disney.

-calling someone an animal is an insult to animals

-yoga is now white supremacy

-The Mediterranean diet is now racist

-the word Women is now (WomXn ) according to twitch

-we can no longer call our female colleagues smart or brilliant at their job because it’s sexist-standardized testing is systematic racism

-air conditioning is sexist 🤦🏻

-Reparations for slavery could have reduced the transmission of covid-19 according to Harvard university

-gender reveal parties are transphobic

-trans people exist according to Oreo cookie (thanks captain obvious) we are aware 🤦🏻

-neck ties are a (symbolic Noose) and racist

-being concerned for a child’s mental health or suicide risk is white privilege according to a Washington state teachers union president🤦🏻🤦🏻🤦🏻🤦🏻

Everything is racist these days. The word racism has lost all meaning and credibility. Instead, they change the dictionary to reflect their (opinions) on what racism means to them. It’s lost it’s Potency and Effectiveness. It was a word that was used to describe real human atrocities and injustices. Now it’s used to describe anything someone gets offended by or doesn’t like. It’s like the boy who cried wolf. If You say it enough times for the wrong reasons people will just ignore it. When something truly racist happens people will ignore it. To me, The Great Reset is a gargantuan asteroid hits Earth and takes us all out. Real Facts don’t care about your feelings. OUR COUNTRY NEEDS A SENSE OF COMMUNITY AGAIN, not more, division over silly opinions.

Sorry Pelosi and crew – we aren’t buying your sudden “support” for police officers

The following editorial is written by a retired Chief of Police and current staff writer for Law Enforcement Today


An Open Letter to Democrats:

Sorry, Democrats. You’re wasting your time and police officers are not buying it. We can see through your transparent, politically motivated sudden embrace of police officers. Simply put, we know exactly what you’re doing and why you’re doing it. Nice try.

You see, we have had our eyes open for years. We watched and listened when your messiah, Barack Obama jumped on the Cambridge Police Department, saying that they “acted stupidly” in their response to a possible burglary involving a black college professor. Your “beer summit” meant nothing.

We had our eyes open when Michael Brown, a two-bit street thug robbed a convenience store, beat the owner and then attempted to disarm Ferguson Officer Darren Wilson, resulting in getting himself killed.

We have seen Brown elevated by your party to the level of a “victim of systemic police racism.,” when the events that led to his death were of his own doing.

Police officers saw a politically ambitious district attorney in Baltimore, Marilyn Mosby prosecute six of our brother and sister officers for the death of Freddy Gray, a clearly politically motivated witch hunt, as evidenced by Mosby’s self-serving press conference announcing the arrests.

Thankfully all six had their cases dismissed.

Over the years, we have seen Democrats demonize police, accusing officers of leaving their husbands, wives, children, brothers, sisters, mom and dad in the morning with the intention of hunting down black men and killing them.

We saw your vice president, Kamala Harris, who represented the State of California refuse to acknowledge the shooting death of our brother, Cpl. Ronil Singh who was killed by an illegal alien in HER state.

Now, suddenly when it is politically expedient, police are held up as heroes. Why? Because you had YOUR ass saved by police officers on January 6.

It wasn’t a shop owner in Minneapolis, or people dining outside in a restaurant in Pittsburgh, or an innocent 90 year old walking down the streets in New York City who were endangered.

It was YOU.

Now, after months, no years of excoriating the police, you expect us to buy your bullshit? Sorry, not happening.

The most telling example of your abject hypocrisy started on Memorial Day last year in Minneapolis. The images of Off. Derek Chauvin kneeling on the neck of George Floyd could have been a seminal moment. I guarantee that 99.9% of police officers who viewed that video were as offended by it as you were.

Yet, what came out of that? When our political leaders could have “lowered the temperature” of people who were rightfully upset by what happened, politicians…primarily Democrats…took gasoline and added it to the fire.

In Minneapolis, millions of dollars of damage was done to property. Numerous people were injured or killed. Hundreds of police officers were injured, some seriously. Yet, what did you, the Democrats do?

People such as our now vice president Kamala Harris encouraged people to donate to the Minneapolis Freedom Fund to bail out those who were arrested, many for committing serious crimes. Members of the Biden for President team also contributed.

As spring turned to summer, violent riots continued across the country. Hundreds if not thousands of police officers were injured, struck with frozen water bottles, shot at with ball bearings and bullets, hit with cinder blocks and bricks, had commercial-grade fireworks shot at them.

Where were the Democrats then, defending the police you now accuse Republicans and Trump supporters of attacking? Nowhere to be found.

Where were Democrats when retired St. Louis police captain David Dorn, who served his city honorably for decades, was brutally gunned down by cowardly thugs? Nowhere to be found. Because it didn’t fit your agenda and besides, all of you were down with the revolution.

Democrats call what happened at the Capitol on January 6 an insurrection…no an “armed” insurrection. Yet only one person was shot, and that was an unarmed woman shot (allegedly) by a US Capitol police officer.

However, when violent protests broke out adjacent to the White House on May 30, such a violent protest that former President Trump and others were removed to the basement bunker for fear the perimeter would be breached, Democrats downplayed the incident, despite the fact that numerous Secret Service agents were injured, some seriously. If ever there was an “insurrection” attempt, this was it.

Where was your concern for law enforcement back then? That’s right, it wasn’t YOU being threatened, it was “only” the President of the United States.

When it was suggested that the National Guard be mobilized to secure the area around the White House, President Trump was accused of wanting to attack American citizens using the military. When it was suggested that he implement the Insurrection Act when Democrats refused to deal with violent riots, Democrats once again brought up impeachment, because of your endless obsession.

You were “mortified” that the president considered using the Act, despite the fact it has been used numerous times by presidents over the years, including by President George H. W. Bush in 1992 to deal with the Rodney King riots in Los Angeles. There was absolutely precedent for doing so. Yet you acted like Trump was some crazed madman for tying to protect our country.

Yet, since January 6, Washington DC has taken on the appearance of Mogadishu or Beirut, with checkpoints, fences, and armed National Guard troops. And Democrats have no problem with that. If this had been Trump who turned Washington, DC into an armed camp, the articles of impeachment would already be filed.

In fact, Speaker Nancy Pelosi asked the Pentagon for “crew-manned machine guns” in the city, according to the former Acting Deputy Homeland Security Secretary, Ken Cuccinelli. That’s because SHE felt threatened. Read that again. Pelosi wanted machine guns deployed in our capital city. For the purpose of gunning down civilians. That is a chilling abuse of power and it is contemptable.

And what of the contempt that police officers were held in after the George Floyd incident? Pelosi for one referred to police officers as “stormtroopers.”

“The use of stormtroopers under the guise of law and order is a tactic that is not appropriate to our country in any way,” Pelosi said back in July. 

This was in response to federal law enforcement assets being used to protect the federal courthouse in Portland, Oregon, while also accusing “unidentified” officers of “kidnapping” protesters.

The number three leader in Congress, Rep. Jim Clyburn (D-SC) compared federal law enforcement officers to “Nazi Germany Gestapo.”

“That kind of activity is the activity of a police state, and this present and this attorney general seems to be doing everything they possibly can to impose Gestapo activities in local communities…”

Now, let’s get to the move by you Democrats to defund the police. This is actually part of the Biden platform, and is being pushed by the far-left wing of your party, specifically Ocasio-Cortez, Bush, Pressley, Omar and Tlaib, among many others. This is also something that is being pushed by Black Lives Matter, the same group responsible for the assault on thousands of police officers you now claim to support.

I’m pretty sure it’s safe to say that you won’t be advocating any time soon for defunding the Capitol police. Because once again, you’re fine with jeopardizing everyone else’s safety, as long as you’re protected. Basically “hooray for me and screw you!”

Yet now we are supposed to buy that you support the police, and it is Republicans that do not?

The incident at the Capitol was a very small percentage out of all the patriots who went to Washington, DC that day, to do exactly as President Trump suggested…go to the Capitol “peacefully and patriotically” to have their voices heard.

The actions of two or three hundred knuckleheads do not represent the estimated 100,000 or more in Washington on Jan. 6. Republicans overwhelmingly support the police. The actions of a few do not represent the whole, as you like to tell us about so-called “peaceful” protests.

Probably the most disgusting act of hypocrisy and opportunism was the way the death of Officer Brian Sicknick was handled. Officer Sicknick, who (according to CNN) died of unknown causes on January 6 was not honored at the Capitol rotunda until days before February 8, the first day of the second impeachment sham.

You do not have to be a rocket scientist to know exactly why weeks went by before Brian Sicknick was honored at the Capitol. This was clearly done for your political gain and for optics. Nearly every cop in America knows this. And it’s a disgusting sham.

Having members of Congress shedding crocodile tears for Brian Sicknick was obscene, especially when some of these same people eviscerated police officers for months, if not years. This is about the impeachment of Donald Trump. Nothing less.

Perhaps the biggest phony was Kamala Harris, showing up to “pay her respects” when months ago she was helping bail out people who injured and maimed men and women just like Brian Sicknick. Abject hypocrisy.

Democrats in Congress, you may be fooling your base, or the clowns on CNN like Fredo Cuomo and Don Lemon, or the reprobates on MSNBC like Joe and Mika, but those of us in law enforcement, both active and retired are not buying it.

There are two boogeymen for Democrats…police and former President Trump. However, since you are obsessed with President Trump and he lives 24/7 in your heads, police…at least in this case…are a convenient weapon against him due to what happened at the Capitol.

This is about your obsession with Trump, nothing more…nothing less. You’re using the death of Off. Sicknick and the injuries to other officers as a pawn against Trump in your obsessive crusade against him.

If this wasn’t a way to get to him, and if you didn’t believe you were going to somehow get harmed on January 6, you couldn’t care less about the dead and injured officers. You have shown that time and again over the years, when scores of police officers are killed every year, with hundreds more seriously injured and we hear NOTHING from you.

Police officers in this country knows who has our backs and who does not, and clearly the opportunistic, anti-law enforcement numb nuts in the Democratic party are not them.

You can take your pandering and stick it where the sun doesn’t shine.

Nope, Didn’t Watch

Let me start by saying, I am a diehard football fan. My team of choice is the Green Bay Packers. It is really the only professional sport I follow and wait with rabid anticipation. For decades I have loved the season of Fall, the end of the summer heat, the freshness in the air of falling leaves and morning crispness, and the return of my most loved sport. This last season was different for me, I didn’t watch one game…..not one. It pained me to know that the Packers had made it to the NFC Championship gam, but I stuck to my guns and avoided the TV on those game days.

For me, it is a matter of principle and refusing to be a member of the “woke sheep” stumbling around the country these days. I also come from a law enforcement family and respect the thin blue line. I do not condemn police as a whole for the few bad apples that are in the bunch, but I will not support organizations that preach to us about oppression and unfairness of POC when the majority of their players are those of whom are oppressed while making millions in a country which afforded them the opportunity to do so and then disrespecting the symbols and traditions therein. I also will not support these organizations who in turn support groups promoting violence and making that okay. I don’t need players, coaches, league commissioners telling me how to act and what I should think. You are there to play the sport and nothing else. Keep your politics, opinions, and wokeness off the playing field because we don’t really care what you think. Do it off the field and on your own time and dime. When you can do that, I will return as a spectator, not before and I’m sure that you really do not care either!

Goodbye Snoqualmie…….

…..and Seattle, King County, and Puget Sound!

Leaving So Cal in 1990!

Back in 1973 or 74 I moved from my home state of New Mexico and we headed to the big city of Seattle, Washington. I had no idea what I was heading into because at that time in my life, I had hardly ventured out of my home state! Growing up in the dry desert heat, it was a wondrous sight to come over the Cascades into the sea of green trees, cool clouds, and mist! I fell in love with the area immediately and settled into an area of south of Seattle. My stay there only lasted two years and then was off to various locations for the next 15 years but vowed to one day return.

My life journey finally landed me in Southern California in 1978. There I would be for most of my 20’s and early 30’s. I had a career in sales, had tons of friends, and made decent money. It was a great place to be when one was in their youth, but the longer I stayed there, the more I wanted to leave. The constant brown everywhere, sky, mountains, landscape was depressing. I hated “smelling” the air on a daily basis and the damn weather never changed! Each time I left for a vacation or to visit family out of town, I hated coming back. My yearning to return to the Pacific Northwest was growing like a long forgotten seed planted now starting to sprout. Finally, in 1989, while visiting family in New Mexico and Oklahoma for the holidays I made the proclamation that I was going to move back to Seattle by the end of the following year! That was met with disbelief, laughter, and “yeah we’ve heard it before”. My mind was made up and I would soon be working on my plan to get there.

I started subscribing to the Seattle Sunday Times by mail to read up on what was happening up there. Even back in the late 80’s Washingtonians were crying about the onslaught of Californians moving up there and things haven’t changed much today. Californians are leaving their state in droves to here, Idaho, Texas, Oregon, and even Montana! Ruinous bastards…….okay…..okay I was one too, BUT I can say I “returned” to Washington. I started to put the pieces of my relocation plan into effect. I reached out to my manager of my desire to transfer to the Seattle branch and he thought I was nuts. I assured him I wasn’t and after much persuasion trying to get me to stay, he gave in and contacted the Seattle manager of Kraft Foodservice and let him know there was a potential new sales person from the LA ranks that wanted to join forces in Seattle. So in July I took a vacation to the Emerald City, stayed with a former coworker who just happened to have moved there, met with the sales manager, and sealed a relocation deal. On September 1, 1990 I rolled into Seattle and my dream had finally come into fruition!

As luck would have it, my former coworker had decided to go back to Alaska for another fishing boat gig and I sublet his place in the cool and funky neighborhood of Wallingford. From my bedroom window I could look out over Lake Union right at downtown Seattle! I was in absolute heaven and happy as an Ivar’s clam! Unfortunately, not everything was as rosy as it could have been. Once October came, I discovered never ending gray, torrential sideways rain, and a career that began to stumble. During the beginning, bouts of depression came over me and I really started questioning the decision I had made. I always had an open door to return to LA and go back to work down there, but knew that was not an option for me. Once I realized what it all was for, my head cleared and no matter what happened to my career, I was back in Seattle where I had longed to be and was home! I worked hard and gave it all I could, but a year later parted ways with my career in sales and would be moving on in a totally new direction in life, and boy was it ever! 

In those subsequent years I met the love of my life and married her, became a stepfather in the process, did a brief stint in real estate appraisal, bought my first home, ended up in a new career driving public transit for King County Metro, and settling down in a small burb near the foothills of the Cascade Mountains called Snoqualmie. In the beginning it was an idyllic life. The small community was growing thanks to a new development “up on the hill”. We loved it even though there were hardly any services and you had to drive a few miles to get anything done, but for us, it was no problem. We bought a beautiful house which I loved, started making a few friends, and were enjoying life as “empty nesters”.

Our Snoqualmie Home!

So here we are, 17 years down the road, and it’s time to move along. The once small peaceful town has burgeoned into a bedroom community way bigger than we had expected or hoped for. It’s now full of yupsters, soccer moms, and helicopter parents. We find ourselves surrounded by people of totally different thinking and values than ours. We have a very tight small group of friends that would have our back at anytime, but for the most part, many others would just stab it. Until the COVID pandemic, traffic around the area had slowed to an intolerable crawl even during the off rush hours. Property taxes have surged beyond affordable. The once beautiful city of Seattle, has turned into a sewer being lead by idiotic progressive liberal leadership. We have had enough!!! Debbie retired last year, and I have finally driven my last bus trip, going a bit early. We have packed up and moved to our paradise on the Olympic Peninsula. While we will return to Snoqualmie from time to time, we are glad we are leaving and starting the “retirement chapter” of our lives. Seattle and the rest of King County can pound sand!

First Of Many Upgrades

THIS MORNING

THIS AFTERNOON

The process of moving here and living here full time has begun. Up until now, our retirement home has been basically a weekend get away once or twice a month. We have moved furniture from our old Crestview home up here to make it livable and comfortable, but never really made it our own! Today marks the beginning of just that! We had our new bedroom set delivered and built! The pictures don’t really do it justice, but believe me, it looks beautiful. Of course there is more decorating to be done, but the bones are done! Soon another room will be done! Stay tuned!

Olympic Peninsula Vacation

Glamping!

What do the words hiking, camping, eating, drinking, laughing, public defecation, games, chillin’ have in common? Well, they are words involved with the annual camping trip with the Kelly’s……..yahoooooooo! That is exactly what happened and then some! The location of this annual epic event was in and near the Olympic National Park which, by coincidence, was near to our retirement spread. As a matter of fact, we made a quick pit stop on our way to the first camping spot! Being busy folks that we are, it was Deb and my first trip in the trailer this year and that sucks! Well anyway, it was late September and we got ourselves loaded up and headed for the first spot, Shadow Mountain RV Resort. During our visits to our house in Sequim, we had driven by this place a few times, but still had vague memories of it. We were all pleasantly surprised to find it a great place to stay. They had full hook ups, 30 & 50 amp electrical, a very well stocked general store that had a deli inside which created great breakfast sandwiches, by the way. The laundry and showers were spic an span and it was located just of highway 101 which made it easy to travel to some destinations we had in mind! Our first trip took us to Rialto Beach, which was a beautiful beach that one of Debbie’s friends had told her about! The weather was stunning that day and we got to take the four-legged lima bean with us too!

 

 

Another great trip and hike was to Cape Alava which started at Lake Ozette on the Ozette Trail. Rich and Pam had been out here many times before and did the whole triangle and also camped on the beach. We were only able to do the cape trail in and back because we just didn’t have time for the whole triangle because we had to leave Cordell back at the trailer since dogs were not allowed. But speaking of this, thanks to the kind generosity of two lady campers next to us were we even able to do this. We had met them and had a chat. They also had  a dog and became buddies with our Cordell. They kindly offered to take Cordell out for a potty break and a walkie while we were gone. As Cordell is now a senior guy, he would have never made it for as long as we were gone and would have made a little mess in the trailer. They saved our asses that day and allowed us to enjoy a great hike! It is a gorgeous place, just look below at the pictures!

During the third day of the trip, we had to pack it up and head to our second destination which was the Sol Duc Resort. Although the distance between the two was short, it took awhile due to the continued construction on the main highway, but it was soooooo worth it! Taken from the website: “Sol Duc Hot Springs Resort is located 12 miles into the heart of Olympic National Park. Sol Duc Hot Springs Resort offers a unique, and relaxing experience. Discover the outdoor pure mineral water hot pools. Melt away tension while being surrounded by forested peaks and the sound of the Sol Duc River gently tripping over pebble and stone. You’ll be able to enjoy an outdoor lunch at Deli Cafe, take a short hike through majestic primeval old growth rain forest with the rhythm of Sol Duc Falls in the background.” The first thing you will notice is the smell, a pungent smell of rotten eggs or smelly gaseous farts. Pam and Debbie should be used to that being married to us boys! There is a very small store, a bar and restaurant. The RV sites are okay and sufficed for us. The one thing is there is no cell service or wifi of any kind, so you are definitely off the grid! The resort had three separate mineral pools, each with a different temperature. The best way to enjoy them is start with the coolest one and slowly pop into each of the warmer two. The warmest one hovered around 106 degrees and it was toasty! We met some interesting people working there, can we say……..eclectic! Had some very interesting conversations with a few and was intriguing how they got there and what they plan on doing in the future.

Along with time in soaking in the pools and having a few drinks in the bar, we once again hit the trails for some more hiking in nature’s wonderland. We headed out to Ruby Beach for another day of beach combing, looking at sea stuff, and enjoying the ocean spray. Once again, the weather was beautiful and the beach was dog friendly, so Cordell got to romp around to his pleasure. We also drove down to Kalaloch Lodge to explore and see if it might be a future destination to stay at! None of us had ever been there and it was in a wonderful setting and not that expensive for being right on the beach. Another hike we took was up the Sol Duc River and over Sol Duc Falls. It was deep in the woods and beautiful and you could cross the river and hook up with other trails, which we did. We took the Lovers lane Trail back along the south side of the river and back to the resort. It was on this trail that we had two exciting events. The first, a bear lumbered across the trail about 50 yards in front of us. It was a big one at an estimated 350-400 pounds. I was in front of the pack and since I was looking down, I didn’t see it until Rich called for me to stop and yelled bear! Guess who didn’t see it…….Debbie…..the minute she heard the word she turned a made haste to the back of the line and it was gone before she had a chance to turn around. The bear never even made notice that it even knew we were there. Then, just a few yards down from where we say the bear, was a raging wasp/hornets nest in an old stump right by the trail. Of course none of us even noticed until I got stung in the calf by one of the crazy bastards. Then we noticed it and were they ever pissed. We surmised that the bear might have stirred them up and one of them took it out on me! Once we got back, we went in the pools and ran into a guy that was on the trail too and got stung ten times! I guess I was lucky!

 

 

One final hike we took was on the Mink lake Trail up to, you guessed it, Mink Lake! This was the most beautiful of all the hikes we did and the toughest. Most of it is uphill on the way to the lake. We only saw one other couple the whole way and back! At the lake there is a wood shelter and we had a backpack lunch there before heading down. It was so quiet and peaceful but still no damn internet…heh heh! Actually didn’t want to leave it. The day before we left we had rain finally and it was a day spent chillin, going into the pools (twice), hanging out watching movies, one more evening in the bar and dinner at the restaurant, and games and drinks that night. So winding up, it was a fun trip. We figured we estimated around 28 miles of hiking, and during one of them, I had my usual gastric disturbance and lived up to my name of Volcano Joe, fouling a second national treasure!! Guess that prevented me from gaining more weight than I did. Heading back, we drove right by our Sequim house and was just going to continue on back to Snoqualmie so we would have another day to recover. Then on a second thought, we decided to go and just hang out there overnight and do our laundry and cleaning of the trailer there. So glad we did. It was like having one more day of vacation and the recently repaired hot tub was extremely enjoyable. Another vacation down, but there will be another camping outing in November on the coast in Grayland for Thanksgiving. We will be joining the Kelly’s for their annual holiday trip for the first time and will cross our fingers for the weather and take what comes! See ya!

 



THE PICS

 


Good times with good friends!

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