We took a ferry from Highlands, NJ to New York and went on from there by subway to Brooklyn to visit with our son and his betrothed. When we left camp at Bayville for the 50 mile or so drive to port, the skies were closing in. I checked local radar on a handy weather app and sure enough, we were about to get slammed. Camp to the Garden State Parkway was about 4 miles, and by the time we hit the entry ramp, rain was pounding down. At one point, we were going 30 in this 65 zone. Could not see and wipers were on steroid setting.
With the magic of Nature by the time we hit the ferry port it was all clear. This was our sky and view as we approached our disembark in lower Manhattan at Wall Street. The Brooklyn Bridge is an American Classic by any standard. Had we not our luggage with us for the overnight stay, we would have walked it again. The pedestrian/bike top level is a great NYC experience.
Wednesday, June 28, 2017
Tuesday, June 27, 2017
More Cousins
- More Cousins....Fun time with Walter and Diana.....spent much time with my Aunt Ruth's family growing up.....Walter was my big cousin and brother Billy was my age....took the bus with them and my sister in 1959 to Florida to visit my grandparents...stayed 4 weeks!! So many stories!!! If I even mentioned the word "shark" to my Aunt Ruth she went into hysterics.....I was the youngest of the 4 cousins and easiest to tease....We were out on a swimming/diving platform in the Gulf... ...there were barnacles on the ladder and I cut my leg...it was bleeding profusely...The others told me that the sharks were there and it would be safer to all swim in together to shore....I was petrified....We stood on the edge of the platform...and Walter said 123 go....I took off like a shot and swam as fast as I could.....got to the shore and did see my cousins...eaten by sharks????..No standing on the platform laughing their A$$#% off...Thanks Walt....You either traumatized me for life or made me stronger......there are a few other stories of being the victim too!!!
Friday, June 23, 2017
The Memorial
We are at the Jersey
Shore. Miles of thick sandy beaches, near devoid of pebbles and shells, run north
and south from here in Bayville, Berkeley Township. New Jersey is amazing for that. As it is for
being The Garden State. Blueberries as an example, I love them. I had two great
bushes in my St Helena backyard. One of my dear memories of living there will
always be going out back to pick blues with my young granddaughters. I love
them, too. As it turns out, unplanned for, in our journey, we have followed the
season. We’ve bought the anti-oxidant powerhouse, ( It’s that flavonoid,
anthocyanin in the berry ), locally grown in Florida, Georgia, South Carolina,
North Carolina and now New Jersey along our way. While Florida’s reign supreme for size and
juiciness, their flavor was watery. New Jersey blues burst in the mouth with a
delightful and tasty blueberry flavor. Yum. And they are nice sized, also. New
Jersey is famous for other things. Like the extensive boardwalks that run along
some beaches. They can be tacky, like Wildwood, but some, like nearby Seaside
Heights, are a wonderful throwback to years gone by. Rows of pizza by the
slice, ice cream, candy, fried clams, and arcade store fronts. Another thing
New Jersey has fame for is organized crime of old…(and newday also). That
brings me to this story. I go out to play golf at nearby Cedar Creek Golf
Course. It is within a large park complex called Veteran’s Park. I am a single
that is paired with another single, Anthony, and the cart pair of Ed and Bill.
I find out quickly that Anthony and Bill are Vietnam Veterans. They play here
because it is free for Vets. I loved hearing that. I am totally on board with
veterans, especially combat experienced, having overflowing benefits. The more
the better for these patriots is fine with me. So, Anthony, has two purple
hearts, and a thick and wonderful NJ accent and has looks that could have
landed him a spot on The Sopranos.
I am paired with
him. Once he found out I had never played the course, he talked me around it
with great info about where to aim tee shots, (the ball never goes where I aim,
but it is fun to try), the contour of greens, etc. We get to hole 7 and he
points out one of the few homes to be seen from this park and tells of the time
that it was Al Capone’s Jersey home. Al Capone, what a shmuck, says Anthony. Then
we get to 17, a short but severely upslope par three named “Heart Attack Hill”. Anthony plays often here and has been with a
regular group for many years. Their numbers have diminished and one of the pals
didn’t make it past the hill here a few years ago. They established a memorial to
him at the top. Someone in the group started leaving a golf ball by the plaque
as a token of honor as they played the hole. Anthony said that the balls were
constantly being stolen by passing players who had no idea why they were being
left. A year ago or so, one in Anthony’s group suggested to arrange the balls
in a cross. They have not lost one since then.
Saturday, June 17, 2017
The Lenape
Here we are in Bayville, New Jersey. I have made reference in this blog and its chronicle of our journey, the unexpected enjoyment of receiving local TV as we have traveled along. In Bayville, at this Cedar Creek Campground, we get a few NYC and a few Philadelphia stations, connected to camp cable.
So, this station from Philly has a history blip on and thay are talking about the Lenape. A Native American tribe of this area, the name translates as "The Original People". I'll say, This show is talking about excavating artifacts of human existence, (the Lenape, they are saying), that, when carbon dated, are shown to date back to 3500 BC. Here in the US? Humans in 3500 BC? This is a bit new to me and my limited knowledge of history. I'm fascinated. I wonder if they were growing Jersey corn and Jersey tomatoes back then...
So, this station from Philly has a history blip on and thay are talking about the Lenape. A Native American tribe of this area, the name translates as "The Original People". I'll say, This show is talking about excavating artifacts of human existence, (the Lenape, they are saying), that, when carbon dated, are shown to date back to 3500 BC. Here in the US? Humans in 3500 BC? This is a bit new to me and my limited knowledge of history. I'm fascinated. I wonder if they were growing Jersey corn and Jersey tomatoes back then...
Thursday, June 8, 2017
Not All Campsites Are Like This
Jordan Lake state park, North Carolina. This type of serenity is rare in an RV park in the RV camping world. We had stayed here for a few days waiting for our household goods, which had been in storage in Napa, CA for the last two years, to be delivered to our new home in NC. It was a nice stop, with no neighbors.
Wednesday, June 7, 2017
My Daughter Linzie
I have rarely encountered someone who shares the same last name as I. It is a rarity as far as surnames go. So here is my daughter I have never met. Glad she is doing well in broadcast news.
Tuesday, June 6, 2017
Reason #179 Why To Love America
Just seen on the morning news. An 8 year old boy who won Shark Tank funding for his franchise concept. The concept? Lemonade stands. A franchisee is provided a stand, which is faux wood, hee haw country architectural design and lemonade recipes, supplies and flavorings. Then they operate when they wish but under guidelines of the business. The set price for a serving is $2.75. I hope it is very good lemonade.
8 year old starts his own business. Here in the USA.
8 year old starts his own business. Here in the USA.
Thursday, June 1, 2017
Golf Carts
As we have camped around the US, we have happened upon some local styles and traditions in campgrounds where we have stopped along our route. We have encountered spots where folks bring their motorcycles with them and journey out daily en mass to cruise the roads and see the sights. In Northern New Mexico we happened to be be in a campground for a couple of nights that was next door to BLM land that allowed off road vehicles and everyone, 'cept us, had dune buggy type of ATV's and were hell bent on gunning the engines and digging up Nature. We have been in campgrounds where the dominant ride was the peddled tricycle. Us seniors can't rely on balance all the time...
Here, at Chincoteague Island off the eastern shore of Virginia, it is golf carts. here is a small, very small sample of some seen over the Memorial weekend of 2017.
And how do they get them here? Not a great photo, but they drive 'em up on the back of their trucks.
Here, at Chincoteague Island off the eastern shore of Virginia, it is golf carts. here is a small, very small sample of some seen over the Memorial weekend of 2017.
And how do they get them here? Not a great photo, but they drive 'em up on the back of their trucks.
Chincoteague Island, Virginia
This is a barrier island in north east Virginia. It was founded in 1650. That's a ways ago...it is also a ways ago from our western ventures in our RV emblematic by this photo from a Colorado campground of about a year ago:
As compared to our current camp site here in Chincoteague:
As compared to our current camp site here in Chincoteague:
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