Never a dull moment...

A couple of concerns I had about starting the blog back up again was time and material.  As long as I'm in the work force, time will probably always be a limited commodity for me.  Now that I'm not on vacation anymore, I will likely drop back into a routine of posting once a week or when something interesting happens; which is my other  concern of having enough material to write about.  Most of us go through our daily lives with the same routine and often feel that nothing "interesting" or out of the ordinary occurs.  Perhaps it's because blogging has caused me to look at daily sites and events as potential stories to be told, but it's not often that I don't look at something around me and think "there's a story to tell there."  This morning I looked out my window and felt like this may be a story to start off your morning with a chuckle...

For some reason, the rental house I live in is a magnet for wildlife.  The house is older and has old screens over openings to ventilate the crawl space beneath the house.  It appears that the screens have been replaced several times throughout the years, but the ones on the house now are metal and are attached with glue and screws.  A couple of months ago, I was awakened in the early morning hours to what sounded like someone in my house.  It took me all of about one second to retrieve my 40 caliber Springfield and prepare myself mentally for engagement with a potential  intruder.  In a few more seconds, I realized that the sound was coming through the air conditioning ducting in the floor and echoing throughout the house from every vent.  After setting a trap provided by my landlord, we caught an adolescent raccoon.  My landlord had the screens reinstalled and all was well for a while.

One unhappy possum!

Fast forward to yesterday morning, I again was awakened by what sounded like someone moving about in my house.  Armed and ready, it didn't take me long to figure out I had another critter living beneath my house.  So yesterday,  I reset the trap with the only food I was willing to sacrifice to the cause; frozen blackberries.  This morning I woke up and realized that I hadn't heard any shuffling around beneath the house and figured the trap may contain the culprit.  Sure enough, this time it is a possum!  As you can see by the double screening it worked its way through to get under the house, this is one determined animal.  I don't know what it is about the space under my house, but it appears to be very appealing to neighborhood wildlife.  I'm just hoping that there aren't any youngsters down there!  The morning scares have given me pretty good practice for a home invasion response, but I could certainly live without the early morning adrenalin rush they bring!

Gettysburg trip wrap-up!

2 wheels, 13 states, 14 days, 3750 miles, a dozen friends and hundreds of stories!

 

Jumpmaster, L.F. Kickstand and Big Bird on Cherohala Skyway

What an extraordinary trip!  When I was discharged from active duty in the Navy in 1997, I realized when I came back to the States that I had visited and explored more countries than I had states in my own native land.  I vowed back then to seize every opportunity to travel and see this great land I call home.  This outing certainly added to my US of A experience!  Even though Gettysburg was obviously oozing with history that was close to our hearts as veterans, there were numerous sites along the way that brought the history of the formation of this country to life.  We learned so much about the land and people who once inhabited it from little markers with nuggets of intriguing information.

Me and Chief sightseeing

Beyond discovering great locations, I also discovered some great friendships.  Most of the chapter members that rode out to Gettysburg for the CVMA National meeting all ride together back here in Texas, so we all knew each other already.  The beauty of travel is that you make new friendships and strengthen old ones.  I had many one-on-one conversations and off-the-bike experiences that helped me to see the uniqueness amongst the similarities of my CVMA family.

I've said many times that I consider myself a collector of experiences.  With that world view, I love hearing other people's stories...and does this group have some stories!  We spent a lot of time story telling, laughing and relating to each other's life experiences over plentiful eating and tasty beverages :-)

A little parking lot bike maintenance

Most of us are home safe and sound, so hopefully it won't jinx anyone  at this point to say that there were only minor bike and riding issues during this trip.  When I turned the ignition switch to run on my bike one morning, I discovered a battery with no juice.  With that being the second time the battery left me "stranded", I pulled it out of the bike and got a new one at the local Harley-Davidson dealer.  Just as last time, I wasn't really stranded since I was surrounded by CVMA family who quickly offered a helping hand.  I feel that if you ride a bike, you should know how to do basic maintenance (like swapping out a battery), but I'm certainly not opposed to a ride to the dealership or some help push-starting my scoot (thank goodness we didn't have to resort to that this go-around!).  All in all, everyone's rides performed well and did nothing to detract from the great riding in which we found ourselves surrounded.



Mom and her great grand-daughter

As much as I love to travel and explore, no place tugs at my heart like home on the bayou.  As great as all these sights and experiences have been, the highlight was certainly hanging out and being a part of my blood family again.  I've lived more than one day's travel away from them for most of my adult life, so I savor the times I can share their lives in person.  On this trip, I got to meet my great-niece for the first time as well as see my nephew and wife's new house on family land.  They have a beautiful family and seem to fit right into life on the property.  As hectic as my brother and his children's lives are, they all made an effort to stop by and see me between prior obligations.  My parents  and sister spent a whole day hanging out with us.  My aunt and uncle, cousins and family friends all stopped by just to visit and catch up.  I do not take these efforts lightly; I fully recognize that they have lives that they attempt to rearrange whenever I'm in town to accommodate my visits. 

Monica enjoying her grand-daughter with Andy

Seeing my family live so close to each other and sharing meals together makes the homesickness of living so far away a little easier to bear.  Although I'm sad to not be there to share in their daily experiences, they're making memories and adding to the collective history of our family, and for that I am grateful and honored to be a part of every now and then.  My family epitomizes Southern hospitality, so it's always cool to see out-of-state friends experience a bit of Cajun life through their obvious love of South Louisiana.  As always, they made me proud of where I come from; both geographically and genetically.

Me on the move :-)

And so this journey has come to an end.  I consider these experiences as money in the bank.  Someday I may have to slow down and will need to withdraw from this memory bank to remind me what a charmed life I've lived.  If you're interested, stay tuned, there is already more shenanigans planned on which to post in the next week or so....

Final Leg

Ouachita National Forest

The weather continued to threaten for the last two days of riding, but we only encountered a couple of little sprinkles for the remainder of our time in Arkansas and back into Texas. 

I shot an unbelievable amount of photos in the Ozarks and Ouachita National Forest, but the images just cannot do justice to the majesty of this part of the country.  The rolling hills and curves just went on for seemingly forever.

Big Bird and L.F. making the turns look easy

"If I have to explain it to you, you wouldn't understand."  That cliche' phrase has been overused in the marketing of so many past times, but it really does hold true for riding a motorcycle.  Each day of riding typically ended with a hearty meal, a beer or two and lots of recounting of the day's ride.  As I was trying to articulate how perfect the riding was in Arkansas, it dawned on me that it really is true- if I have to explain it to you, you truly wouldn't understand.  I've taken this as a challenge to my writing ability though, so I will try anyway! 

One of the foundational concepts of riding is counter-steering.  If you want to  turn right, you press and push forward on the right handgrip and vice verse for left.  This causes the bike to lean toward whatever side you pressed  and the bike starts turning to that side.  This seems counterintuitive since steering requires you to push the opposite handgrip in the direction you want to turn.  The big difference is that counter-steering requires momentum, meaning you must be at some minimum speed for it to work.  You may have experienced this concept with bicycling at some point in your life.  Think about pedaling slowly and you want to turn right, so you push the left handgrip out and forward  to make the wheel turn to the right.  You don't really press the handlebars downward since it would throw you off balance so you just push the handgrip out.  Now imagine pedaling fast and going into a turn.  Your body leans and your hand pushes, and presses, the handgrip to the side you're  turning.  I chuckle anytime I see bikers awkwardly maneuvering their motorcycles in confined areas where they don't have momentum to use counter-steering.  For the most part, we don't steer and balance well at very low speeds!

Riding Tail of the Dragon.  Photo by US129photos.com

I can't speak for other riders, but when I first learned how to ride, I'd have to think about "pressing" every  time I'd go into a turn.  With experience, it just kind of happens.  Now, when I start to go into  a fairly sharp turn at speed,  the bike just seems to know what to do.  My body weight automatically  shifts to adjust to the changing center of gravity of the bike and the handlebars just kind of descend on the turning side so my hand presses to stay in contact with it.  When I reach the sweet spot in the turn where momentum is slowing down enough to cause me to roll the throttle to accelerate in response and I'm pushed back into my seat and the bank of the turn, I can't help but to feel giddy with how awesome the whole process feels :-)  This doesn't really explain the whole experience of riding, but hopefully it gives you just a little sampling of the many reasons why riding can be so therapeutic.  In fact, many of us refer to our rides as "wind therapy"!

Big Bird and L.F. at Stokers Dallas

Well, if I haven't lost you yet with my whole description of turning, here's a little side trip we took once we got into Texas.  I don't watch TV, so when Mylissa mentioned that she wanted to stop by a place called Strokers when we passed through Dallas, I didn't really realize that it was more than just a bike shop.  It turns out that Strokers is practically a biker empire in Dallas owned by Rick Fairless.

Love the sunshine wheel at Strokers!

In 1996, he opened a motorcycle shop that has now morphed into a dealership for Victory and Royal Enfield motorcycles as well as used Harleys and had its own reality TV show ("Texas Hardtails" on the SPEED channel).  The shop also custom builds bikes and parts.  There were some really cool parts I wanted to get to customize my Streetglide, but unfortunately, all the parts  were  made for Victory bikes :-(

We had lunch at Strokers Ice House next door to the shop (which also had it's own reality show called "Ma's Roadhouse" on TRU TV) and got to tour the back garage and see dozens of custom bikes and parts.  All in all, it was an interesting stop that included good food and cool bikes!

The final bag drag

This morning we made the final push home in winds gusting up to 30 mph.  Although windy, our weather karma held for another day and we made it home on dry roads.  I'm writing this post from the comfort of my own home!  Even though it's nice to not have to pack up our belongings and load them up on the bikes every morning, I'm sad that it's already time for this trip to come to an end.  I will do one more post with a summary once the laundry is done and I have some groceries in my house!

I'm just a girl

...I'm just a girl in the world...that's all you'll let me be...

...they won't let me drive late at night...

...this world is forcing me to hold your hand...

These lyrics to the song I'm just a Girl written by Gwen Stefani and performed by the band No Doubt swirled around my brain during the ride today.  Sometimes I'll hear a song and I'll sing it to myself in my head (or out loud!) or hum it for hours after it's done playing.  But several comments made to  Mylissa and I this trip have caused these lyrics to ring true and  have prompted me to write about them and not just hum the tune.  Here's a sampling of the highly intelligent comments, always  spoken  in a condescending tone, that we frequently get from  men when we are stopped for gas or traffic:

"That's a mighty big bike for a girl!"
Really?   I hadn't noticed that the 850 lb, 103 cubic inch piece of machinery I was sitting on was big, thanks for bringing it to my attention.  Oh, and thanks for reminding me that I'm a girl because there's not at least one arrogant, chauvinistic man like you making a comment about my  looks, my bike, my clothes, my walk, hell, just the way I  exist on this earth, at least once a day, to remind me.

"Can you handle that thing?"
Funny you should ask me that question here in Missouri while you're looking at my Texas license plate.  Exactly how do you think this bike got here in this parking lot with me sitting on it?

"Is that your husband's bike?"  Usually followed by "Oh, you must've gotten it in the divorce then."
If I had a husband and it was his bike, he would likely be riding it.  As for getting it in a divorce, the only thing my divorce 20 years ago got me was a lot of debt and my maiden name back.  What I do have, however is a J.O.B!

"What would you do if that thing fell over?"
As I eyed up the morbidly obese, middle-aged man wearing coveralls with no shirt and in obvious need of a bra, I said "the same thing you would do, I would ask someone to help me pick it up."

"Nice bike; I would love to have one, but my wife won't let me".
I was waiting at a red light in Coronado, CA the first time I heard this one.  I just smirked and replied "that's why I don't have a wife", then winked and rolled away on the green light ;-)

Here's a sampling of comments I usually get from women:

"That's so awesome that you have your own bike."
Why, yes it is, thank you!

"Aren't you scared to ride that thing by yourself?"
Cautious, but not scared.  Anyone who rides a motorcycle should feel hyper-vigilant anytime they ride since other drivers are not usually looking out for motorcycles.  As for the "by myself" part, I would be way more stressed if I had someone on the back!

"You're inspiring me to get one of my own!"
If you can afford a second vehicle, go for it!  But take a class first.  Don't let a loved one teach you (that never works out well), take a no-kidding riding class, then start riding.  I swear to you, it'll change your life.

One of the most frequent gestures I get from women though is a thumbs up sign and a big grin!

Of course, not every man that makes a comment makes a chauvinistic one.  Sometimes  guys will comment how great it is to see women on their own bikes or how attractive a woman with enough self-confidence to ride her own bike is.  Whether it's from a male or female though, hearing "that's a really nice bike" is always appreciated :-) 

Westward bound

Big Bird riding over Eleven Point River in Alton, MO

Back in San Antonio when L.F., Big Bird and I had discussed the return route from Nationals, we had pretty much agreed to a journey that would include riding through the Ozarks in Arkansas.  We purposely didn't make hard plans however, so that we could remain flexible based on weather and suggestions by fellow riders.  After riding the Tail of the Dragon on the trip up to PA, it was unanimous that at the end of Nationals,  we would head south from Gettysburg and spend a couple more days riding in the NC/TN area.  There are so many great rides in the vicinity of Deals Gap and Talico Plains that we wanted a few days to explore those roadways more.

View from under the Eleven Point River bridge

"Plans are useless, but planning is indispensable."  Although Dwight D. Eisenhower made that statement about planning for battle, the same can be said for any endeavor.  There's no doubt that having a scheduled timeline is valuable and can help get you to your destination on time, but remaining slave to a plan instead of flexing with current circumstances and opportunities may result in seeing the roses, but often takes away the opportunity to actually smell them.  So after watching weather forecasts calling for thunderstorms over most of the mountainous area of NC/TN, we made the call to adjust and blaze a path straight west from Gettysburg towards the Ozarks.  What a great call that turned out to be!

Although there were a few times during the last couple of days we felt sure we were going to get wet, we've managed to remain dry since leaving Gettysburg with only a couple of weather delays.  We've enjoyed dry roads and clear skies for most of the return trip so far.

I had been to West Virginia, Kentucky and Missouri before, but I had never driven through what has turned out to be some amazing scenery.  Even though we took the interstate instead of back roads through West Virginia, it took us through the mountains and offered up some pretty spectacular views and curvy roads.  Once in Kentucky, we jumped onto the Bluegrass Parkway and spied lush green, meticulously manicured land  surrounded by white fences marking beautiful horse farms. 

Yesterday, we made it into Arkansas via the Mark Twain National Forest in southern Missouri and rode nothing but curvy, mostly newly paved roads winding through the Ozarks National Forest.  We've been sticking to roads identified as "scenic" rides in my Harley-Davidson road atlas and we have not been disappointed.  At about 300 miles, yesterday's ride was relatively short compared to some of the rides we have done since leaving San Antonio over a week ago, but we were satisfyingly exhausted at the end of our 8 hour riding day.  There were areas that ran for dozens of miles that rivaled the curves offered up in the 11 miles of Tail of the Dragon!

Kind of like call signs for fliers, bikers get assigned road names.  In both aviation and motorcycling, you don't usually get to choose your own name; your personality or an event will usually result in one being assigned to you.  Fortunately for me, my Navy aircrew call sign of "Sunshine" followed me into my biker world.  Although I think it reflects my typically cheery disposition in the morning, I'm told it describes the  ever-present smile on my face :-)  Sometimes you look around at the name patches on vests and wonder how in the world that individual earned his or her road name.  Big Bird is one of those cases.  A couple of folks we ride with relayed stories of Vic riding down the road and randomly being dive bombed by huge birds.  I thought it must be an exaggeration and they were just looking for a name to stick on him.  I have now seen it with my own eyes!  Yesterday, we were rolling merrily along when out of the blue, two huge birds flew right out in front of Vic!  Not just randomly got in his path, I mean flew straight at him at a high rate of speed!!  Although muffled by the sound of my pipes, I laughed out loud when I realized I had just witnessed his road name in action.  Big Bird it is!

We're not sure how much longer our good weather karma will hold out, but we plan on riding some more of the twisting roads of the Ozarks today and explore the sites that await. 

Hallowed Ground

View from Little Roundtop

History.  I rolled my eyes and fell asleep while it was being taught during my  middle and high school days.  Oh how a teacher can bring a subject to life or cloak it in lifeless narrative.  Perhaps it's unfair to blame my history teachers, but it wasn't until much later in life that I started to take interest in the events that led up to where the world, and particularly our country, is today.  I'm no civil war expert, but I will try to put these photos in perspective for you as I share a couple of days of battlefield touring with you.

Little Roundtop (hill on left) and Big Roundtop (hill on Right)

The first photo is the Union view down the barrel of a cannon from Little Roundtop.  The second photo is the Confederate view of Little Roundtop.  All that space in between is battlefield.  I'm not knowledgeable enough about the battle to narrate troop movement and strategy, so go to the map at this link to get a perspective of locations shown in these photos.  It took several rides and a bus tour of the roads and battlefields to get the lay of the land and begin to understand what happened on 1-3 July 1863.

One of numerous unit memorials scattered around battle field

One of the interesting facts our tour guide gave us was  that the majority of the dozens of monuments and memorials commemorating the different units that participated in the battle of Gettysburg were actually financed and placed by the units they represent.  Everywhere you look, there is some type of stone structure marking the location of a unit and commemorating those who died during the battle.

Site of the 20th Maine during the battle at Little Roundtop

During an advanced officer course I attended when I first arrived at Fort Sam Houston, we watched several clips from the movie Gettysburg as examples of good and bad leadership.  If you have not seen the movie based on the book The Killer Angels, it is a great movie filmed on the actual battle sites in Gettysburg.  One of the more poignant speeches relayed in the film is the one given by Union LTC Joshua Chamberlain during the Battle of Little Roundtop to his men.  LTC Chamberlain and his 20th Maine Regiment were posted on the south flank of Little Round Top and commanded to hold it at all costs.  If they failed, the Confederates would flank and surround the Union armies on the hill.  After defending against numerous charges, LTC Chamberlain's men were out of ammunition and exhausted.  Through his leadership, he rallied his men to fix bayonets and held their position.

Gettysburg vulture atop Little Roundtop

There's hardly a piece of land on which to walk in this town that does not have a story or hold you captive to the scene that played out in those bloody 3 days of American history.  It's hard to reconcile the beauty and peacefulness of this place today with the violence and carnage that occurred 150 years ago.  Everyday, we rolled down a road at the edge of the battlefields to get from our hotel to downtown Gettysburg.  Red barns, manicured lawns, lush pastures flanked by wooden fences similar to those during the battle and canons make for a surreal scene.

We stopped along the road to admire some of the canons and discovered a bird nest and an egg in one of them.  A reminder of the fragility of life and the passing of time and life cycles.  Another siting that connected the past to the present is the ever present vultures.  It's a little unsettling how these birds are constantly circling above the now serene battlefield and cemetery.  As our tour guide was talking us through the battle timeline atop Little Roundtop, two vultures circled overhead and I captured this photo.

Bird nest and egg in canon.

It's been a great trip to Gettysburg seeing the sights, learning about American history and hanging out with over 1200 bikers, but it is now time for us to start moving west.  In typical fashion, I have no set itinerary and the two folks travelling with me don't seem to mind, so we will meander our way back to Texas and see what interesting adventures and sties await.   

Sunshine, Kickstand, Sassy, McGyver, L.F. and Big Bird

CVMA

Texas Chapters at CVMA Nationals

Yesterday started off with a delegate meeting and photo opportunity for the folks attending from all the Texas Chapters.  With 13 chapters, Texas has the most members in the country.  At this point, it's probably time to give y'all some background on this organization and why I am here in Gettysburg with them.

Combat Veterans Motorcycle Association (CVMA) is an association of combat veterans from all branches of military service who ride motorcycles.  It is comprised of full members (those with verified combat service), supporter members (those who have served, but not in combat), and auxiliary members (the spouses of members).  Our focus and motto is "Veterans Helping Veterans."  That motto means different things to, and thus results in different contributions from, different chapters and members.  The chapter in which I belong is involved in a variety of events ranging from money raising charity events for veterans organizations and facilities to helping individual veterans in our community who have been recognized as needing assistance to the simple act of reaching out to a fellow member who needs emotional support. 

I'm not sure of the rules for using images of our  patch, so click on this link to see it.  The skull and ace of spades represent the death that war leaves in its wake.  The color red represents the blood that has been shed on the battlefield.  Military gold represents all branches of the US armed services.  Black represents the heavy hearts possessed for those who gave their lives and for those killed or missing in action.

CVMA became an official non-profit organization in 2001.  Since motorcycle club culture is popular right now and many folks are fans of the show Sons of Anarchy, I need to point out that we are not a motorcycle club, we are an association.  We have a chain of command and wear patches on the back of our vests,  but we don't have a "prospect" process and we don't claim territory.  The motorcycle club represented on the show Sons of Anarchy is considered a 1% or outlaw club and, as you'd expect, make up a small percentage of the motorcycle groups you encounter.  If you would like to read more about different types of riding groups and club culture, this link is very helpful.

My love of riding my own bike was realized back in 2006, and since then, I have ridden with friends and participated in various group rides, but I have primarily ridden solo.  I've just never really found a group of folks that I connected with.  For me personally, CVMA has given me an outlet through which to give back and feel part of a community.  Although the combat experiences of our group are quite diverse, we all share that common experience of having been placed in harms way.  Whether you were a trigger-puller or a paper pusher, the experiences of being in a combat zone, participating in history and being willing to give your life for the brother or sister standing next to you gives us all common ground.  We don't have to explain what or how we feel about those experiences because each of us has been there in his or her own way or are close to someone who has.  That brotherhood is a powerful thing.

Well, this was enough of a post for today, so I'll save the photos and stories from our battlefield tour yesterday for the next one.  Enjoy the day!

Downtown Gettysburg

Civil War bullet holes in Farnsworth House.

OK, I'm settled in here in Gettysburg and have gotten out and about a bit.  I added a pic of Sapper and I that Raven took at the opening dinner to the last post.  That was an easy day of riding in good weather even though we had hit a snag with the truck fire.

Yesterday, quite a few folks from our group straggled into town and we all ended up touring different sites at our own paces.  We only walked the main street (battlefield tours are today), but there was plenty to see and do right on Baltimore Street. 

The street is lined with old brick buildings bearing a placard designating it as a Civil War Building.  One of those buildings was the Farnsworth House.  Built in 1810, this house was the residence of Catherine Sweney and her daughter Lizzie when Confederate sharpshooters occupied it in 1863.  They fled the strategically located two and a half story brick house before a 2-day barrage of fire from Union forces left approximately 150 bullet holes in the house.

Although not quite so historic, one of the ice cream parlors we visited provided us with tasty treats ranging from caramel apples, to hot fudge sundaes (extra hot fudge on mine of course :-)) 

One of the more entertaining stops was the Gettysburg Museum of History.  When we walked in, some of our group felt like they knew the guy behind the counter for some reason.   As it turns out, several of us had seen an episode of American Pickers that highlighted this little museum on one of their shows.  The place had some pretty rare, though sometimes random, pieces of history.  From an American flag flown over Pearl Harbor on the day of the Japanese bombing, to the original X-rays that were used to confirm Adolph Hitler's identity, to Evil Knievel memorabilia.  Random, yet fascinating!

We stopped in several museums and bookstores, one of which I picked up a copy of the book "The Red Badge of Courage" by Stephen Crane.  I fancy myself a fairly well-read person, but I'm embarrassed to admit that I have never read this classic.  I plan to remedy that deficiency on the remainder of this trip.

The rest of the day consisted of sightseeing and shopping.  We ended the day with over a dozen of us gather at the historic Dobbin House Tavern for supper.  Built in 1776, this one time home is now listed on the National Register of Historic Places.  Not only was it pretty cool to dine in such an old, historic structure, the food was incredible.  They bake all their own breads which are served prior to the meal and were delicious.  My main entre' of roast duck was prepared perfectly.  Of course, we all had to stroll back down the street after dinner for dessert at the same ice cream parlor we had visited earlier in the day!

OK, I'll end this post with a pic of me at a boutique that appealed to the FitHippie side of me :-)  As we attend meetings and tour the battlefields, I hope that you have a great day and find some adventure in the world around you.


We have arrived!

We rolled out of Abingdon, VA this morning into a crisp morning of lower 60 degree temperatures.  We linked up with Raven and Sapper and added two more bikes to our pack.  Unlike the rest of the riders, I had on multiple layers, including a full coat, to guard against the morning chill.  Everyone else seemed to think it was great riding weather though.  By noon, we had warmed up into the 80s and I was a toasty, happy camper again :-)

It was smooth sailing the whole way until we hit a snag just two exits from our scheduled departure from I-81.  Traffic was at an absolute standstill for what we soon found out was a big rig on fire on the side of the road.  The interstate was a parking lot for pretty much 45 minutes, but once we saw the truck, we were amazed that the delay wasn't significantly longer.

Sunshine and Sapper at CVMA dinner.  Photo by Raven :-)

After checking into the hotel and having a meal and a couple of beers, it seems that I am too tired to post anything witty or insightful, so I will just let our arrival into Gettysburg suffice as the big news of the day.  Hope everyone had as great a day as I did riding!

The Dragon...revisited!

Whew, we've covered a lot of miles since I last posted!  Let me back up and start from the last post. 

Bright and early on Monday morning, we bid farewell to south Louisiana and my family and started rolling east.  Yesterday was our longest day...600+ miles to get us from Houma, LA to the base of the TN mountains.  The temperature stayed in the 90s for most of the day, so it was hot, but the traffic and precipitation cooperated with our ride.

This morning, we checked out from our hotel and made our way towards the Cherohala Skyway.  We could not have asked for a better riding day; hardly a cloud in the sky, moderate temperatures, and almost no traffic to speak of.  We started the Skyway from the TN side which skirted the river up to an altitude of approximately 5000 feet before dropping us back down in NC at the foot of the Tail of the Dragon.  For those of you new to this blog, I had ridden  this area a couple of years ago when I moved from NC to TX.  This time, I rode both the Cherohala Skyway and the Tail of the Dragon in the opposite directions.

 

 Another big difference from last time is that I didn't ride it solo, I had company!  To the left is a photo of Jim and Andy next to the tree of shame, though I'm happy to report that we all "slayed" the dragon safely and left no parts on the roadway to be added to the tree of broken off motorcycle parts left by less fortunate riders. 

Relatively speaking, today was a light mileage day for us (250 miles compared to 500 and 600 hundred from previous days).  Once we completed these couple of legendary rides of the NC/TN mountains, we made our way to VA where we met up with more of our CVMA 23-3 family for dinner and lodging for the night.  Raven and Sapper have been on the road for over a month while participating in Run for the Wall and now CVMA Nationals.   It was a great dinner of sharing road stories and commiserating over photography challenges.  Suffice it to say that I have become the queen of GoPro camera mounting issues.  Twice (thanks to my ninja-like reflexes!), I have saved my GoPro camera from meeting its demise on asphalt due to mounting issues.  Hopefully I now have the bugs worked out and will have some great photos to show for it!

Tomorrow, we will all roll towards Gettysburg where we will be joined by dozens of other Texas CVMA brothers and sisters as well as hundreds of members from around the country.  Looking forward to more riding and great company.

 

The Flying V...nuff said!

OK, for today's post title to make sense, you'll have to get all the way to the end.  Between the weather, hundreds of miles and enough eating to put us into a food coma yesterday, it was lights out pretty early for us last night.  Today started off at a leisurely pace...I didn't get out of my PJs until mid-morning!  Even on vacation, I can't shut off my internal alarm clock that seems to be permanently set between 4:00 and 5:00 a.m.  I come by morning alertness through genetics, not from the military though  as evidenced by my mom, dad and me all sitting out on the rockers on the back porch enjoying after-breakfast  coffee by 7:00 a.m.  One by one, the household bikers straggled outside with a cup of coffee and a biscuit in hand to join us.


I finally came in from the back porch and changed in time before the first family guests started to arrive.  The scene you see here in this photo of everyone hanging out in rockers visiting and hanging out played itself out all day.  Unfortunately, it rained on and off all day, so we were forced to stay under the carport and awning and move our chairs around the mist.

The original plan was for us to hang out until after lunch and then go on a swamp tour.  Fortunately, I was never able to get through to make us a reservation, so we watched the weather from the comfort of covered lounging instead of on an airboat on the bayous.  Jim's daughter, Jen, is spending the summer in New Orleans, so made the drive down to Houma to hang out with us for the day.  Perhaps the guests would say otherwise, but from the amount of animated conversation and laughter going on, I would say that a good day was had by all. 

Oh, and did I mention we ate our way through the day...again?!  As usual, my mom pulled off an amazing home cooked  meal for a small army including dessert.  Somehow, a watermelon got added to the mix and we ended up lining the side of the patio shielded from the rain, spitting watermelon seeds into the yard.  Sometimes, it's the simple things in life :-)

One of the things I miss most about living in my hometown is close proximity of family.  In the pic is my mom, my dad, Andy (my sister's son), Jenney (Andy's daughter) and Monica (my sister).  Four generations hanging out for the day.  But this is not an unusual day- these four generations live within 2 acres of each other.  I was reminded constantly throughout the day as family and friends showed up at random times to just sit and visit, how lucky I was to grow up surrounded by close and extended family.  And now Jenney will get the same experience.

After we relaxed and ate all we could stand, we headed "down da bayou" to see a few things that the out of towners missed by not taking the swamp tour.  It's so funny that when we tell someone that we live south of New Orleans, the standard response is usually "I didn't know there was anything south of New Orleans other than the Gulf!"  Not only are we south of New Orleans, we drove another 30 minutes south of Houma today. 

In south Louisiana, there are only 3 directions.... up da bayou (up from the Gulf of Mexico), down da bayou (down by the Gulf) and across the bayou (usually involves a bridge).  Today, we followed the flow of water down the bayou to where it empties into the Gulf.  Pretty much, the end of the earth...well, the end of Louisiana anyway.  The further you get down da bayou, the more creative folks have to get in order to live on land that Mother Nature is trying hard to reclaim.  One of the more precarious inventions are mobile homes up on stilts.  Yes, you've just minimized your risk of flooding, but I'm not sure how much more of a risk wind damage becomes.  I have no idea how long it takes for the floors in this arrangement to start caving!  I sure hope none of their houseguests get confused and try to exit through the back door.  Also, you might want to consider removing the wheels...I don't think you'll be making any speedy relocations from this current situation!

In the best example of ingenuity seen today, not only did these folks raise a trailer onto pilings, they connected three together!  Totally fascinated with this arrangement, we stopped so I could ask the owner if I could take a picture.  He looked amused that I would want a picture, but agreed and we introduced ourselves.  After I told him I'm originally from a nearby bayou, he told me the story of the "Flying V."  They had originally wanted to put two separate trailers up there, but were told that only single family dwellings were allowed (not dual).  So, in an effort to be in compliance with local regulations, they configured three mobile homes into a V shape, cut out the walls separating them, and made a single family dwelling.  Voila, they got their fishing camp and met regulatory mandates!

 

Unsurprisingly, our day ended with round two of the boiled shrimp and crabs from yesterday.  I don't think any of us can fit another single bite of anything into our bellies.  As we ate and visited our way through a rainy day, our bikes stayed nice and dry parked in my dad's boat shed.  As you can see, he removed his boat and allowed it to become the biker barn during our stay.  As we wind down our stay on the bayou, our bikes will remain nice and dry while we go down for a good night's sleep.  What a great trip home! 



Hitting the Road!

Sunrise on the road

I'll make no excuses nor offer any apologies for my lack of posts...I've been living life!  I will however, say that I still do enjoy blogging and am using my current cross-country trip as an excuse to get back into it. 













Myllisa, Jim, Vic and Andy getting oriented to Cajun-style seafood boil!

One of the biggest changes in my life since I've last posted is that I've been accepted into Combat Veterans Motorcycle Association (CVMA) Chapter 23-3.  I'll save the background on CVMA for a future post, but there's a core group of a dozen or so folks with whom I ride or participate in community events pretty much every weekend.  These bikers have become my CVMA family, so it's only fitting that a handful of them accompanied me on a pit-stop at my parents' house in Louisiana on our way to Gettysburg, PA.  More on that later!

We enjoyed  a mostly uneventful and dry ride for almost 500 miles until we encountered what I can only describe as a Louisiana squall about an hour from my parents' house.  I was riding lead when we spied the ominously dark blue horizon into which we were about to roll.  I pulled over to get a consensus.  The verdict:  we're close, let's push on!  In hindsight, I wish I would've snapped a pic of the clearly defined curtain of rain that we ran into like a solid wall, but I was so focused on staying on the road and leading us through a safe path that my GoPro stayed idle on the handlebars.  I've ridden tens of thousands of miles on motorized 2-wheels, so I'm not easily intimidated when I'm on  my bike.  But for the intense 10 minutes that it took us to get through the squall (and what we all swear was hail), my mind raced with potential reactions to all the "what if" scenarios popping into my head.  Obviously since I'm posting, everything turned out all right and just gave the first of what I'm sure is going to be a lifetime of stories to be recounted later from this trip.

It's just not a trip to my parents' house without boiled seafood. My dad boiled up some Louisiana blue-claw crabs and fresh, off the boat shrimp along with all the "fixins" for us.  Soooo delicious! There's always one non-seafood eater in every crowd, but my mom is the queen of entertaining and had some down home favorites on standby. 

As a testament to the unique way of life from which I hail, we walked across the yard to the neighbor's house to check out their latest find. It's not really a pet since it's only there temporarily, but it's quite the creature.  What you see in the pic is Andy putting his hand above (at a safe distance!) a 100+ pound alligator turtle.  It's easy to see why it's sometimes called a dinosaur turtle with it's crazy looking spiny shell and head.  According to National Geographic, this ugly carnivore is found almost exclusively in the southeastern US and can live to be 100 years old.  We didn't mess around with it enough to get it to open its mouth, but apparently it has a red string of flesh that hangs off its tongue that acts like a lure to attract unsuspecting frogs and fish. 

When the eating was done (and yes, I was the last one to push away from the table :-), we took a walk to dump the shrimp and crab peelings into the back bayou.  Usually, the scent of food scraps in the bayou will bring alligators to the spot, but none graced us with their presence this night.  We walked along the bayou side and skirted the swamp that my brother and I grew up playing in as we made our way back to the house for more eating!  Now, as an adult, I look at the bayou and swamp in amazement that we spent so much time in this environment as kids.  We had a pirogue (flat-bottomed, wooden Cajun boat) that we would paddle around and had a rope hanging from a tree that we'd fling ourselves into the snake and alligator infested bayou with.  Perhaps ignorance really is bliss because I can't seem to recall a single incidence of being harassed by wildlife during any of our childhood adventures.  Well, sometimes my brother would coax me precariously close to dangerous critters, but we almost made it home in one piece before the sun went down!

Our excellent day of riding and visiting with family was capped off with dessert while sitting around the back porch telling stories and enjoying the interaction of four generations.  This is my mom in the photo rocking her great-granddaughter to sleep.  I sure do enjoy being home on the bayou :-)