Shifting Gears

Things have changed.  My thoughts of late have been more in tune with John Denver than Jack Kerouac, who was the original inspiration for these writings.  I seem to be drawn more these days to "...seeking grace in every step he takes."
 instead of
"...we gotta go and never stop going 'till we get there.'
'Where we going, man?'
'I don't know but we gotta go.”  
So it is that I have slowed down a little, and have taken to wearing a hat.

It's not  cap, like a baseball cap, but a real hat.  It's a good hat.  It suits me.  I bought it at the arts festival earlier this summer from an interesting little man who makes the hats himself. He also gave me an amazingly clear crystal for free that he said he dug out of a cave in Alabama. Or it might have been Arkansas.  Anyway, he told me to put it under my pillow and see what dreams may come.  So I did, and had a pretty cool dream.  Someone who is likely to read this was in that dream, but dreams are private things so I can't go into details.  I will just say it was a simple dream, nothing very exciting or wild. Just sort of a partly truth and partly fiction recollection of my younger days.  The next morning I took it out from under my pillow and put it away.  Once was enough, for now.  Don't want to use it up.  I may need it later.

A lot more of my time this year has been spent hiking and bicycling in the Black Hills , rather than on motorcycle road trips.  After so many years I'm still finding new points of interest and re-discovering locations right around here ... places that I've been to before but not fully explored.  I always seem to find something new and fresh in even the most familiar places.  One I keep going back to is 11th Hour Gulch.  It's always an adventure there.  The sign on the side of the highway is gone and the entrance is completely covered with vegetation, so if you don't know about this place you would just drive on by without realizing it was even there.



In winter the side of the sheer rock wall becomes a sheet of ice, thick enough for ice climbers to test their skills.  In summer the trickling water down the side interacting with the minerals creates a kaleidoscope of color on the rock.

I love these little treks into nature.  And, although it's great to have company,  sometimes I like to be alone.  No offense intended to my fellow travelers and occasional companions, family or otherwise, but sometimes I prefer quiet solitude to companionship. 

After writing that last paragraph, I stopped for the night and resumed the next morning, which happens to be this morning.  And, after some thoughtful reflection and a good night's sleep, I have realized that the spirit of Jack Kerouac is still in me.  The following passage from On The Road comes to mind -
“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” 
For me it's not only the mad ones.  It's also the fun ones, unusual ones, outcasts, misfits, and some that are just so unlike me that I'm inexplicably drawn to them ...

So, I guess things really haven't changed all that much.  Perhaps it's just that as time passes thoughts begin to creep in about how physical changes on the outside of oneself must inevitably lead to changes on the inside, too.  Changes in the way you think and act.   But I realize that this doesn't have to be true.  I can still seek grace in every step I take, whether those steps are are on a trail beside a clear cool mountain stream or on a busy city sidewalk.
And I can wear a hat if I want to.  I don't care if it makes me look old.  I am kind of old, and don't have a problem with that.  So if you see me coming your way wearing my new hat, tell me you like it.  Even if you don't.  It's not really a lie.  It's just being kind.  We need more kindness these days.

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The Days Are Just Packed

When someone asks you, "What have you been up to lately?" The standard reply is usually, "Oh, not much."  Maybe that's true sometimes.  But sometimes it isn't.  Last night while waiting for shooting stars to light up the sky I began thinking about what I've been up to lately, and came to the conclusion that these past few days have been packed.  Almost as much as a Calvin and Hobbes cartoon.

Yes, sometimes doing nothing is doing something.  And on these most recent days I've been doing something, starting with a motorcycle ride in the rain.  It was Friday night on the way to see Robby Krieger of the Doors play at The Buffalo Chip Campground near Sturgis.  For those of you who aren't familiar with him, let me refresh your memory.   I'm sure you have heard the song Light My Fire. Well, you know the 2 1/2 minute guitar solo in the middle of the song?  That's Robbie Krieger.  He also wrote the lyrics.  And on the song Roadhouse Blues when Jim Morrision said, "Do it Robbie! Do it!"  He was talking to Robbie Krieger.  Still might not mean that much to you.  But it does to me.  That's why I wasn't going to let a few storm clouds and the threat of a thunderstorm stop me from riding over to see him in concert that night.  Yeah, I could've driven the car.  But that would have taken away from the whole experience.  If I was going to go to the Chip to see the last remaining member of the Doors, I was going to ride not drive.  About 5 miles out the rain started.  Lightly at first, then it started to really come down. Hard.  I was wearing a rain suit and I've ridden in the rain before so no big deal. But this time I noticed something.  Perhaps my senses were heightened or I was more aware of the moment (I've been working on that lately).  But, whatever the reason, I realized that I could taste the rain.  I'm sure everyone, especially when they were kids, turned their face up to catch some raindrops on their tongue.  I did it. But I don't remember ever noticing that the rain actually had a taste.  After all, it's just water.  But during this ride on this night there was a very distinct taste.  I can't describe it exactly, maybe sweet is the word.  Or syrupy.  Or it could be that it just tasted like...summer.
The rain ended by the time I arrived, and the show went on as planned.  It was good.  But I had to turn away during a couple of songs and just listen without looking at him.  I did that because he was wearing khaki pants, some kind of a Hawaiian-looking shirt and boat shoes.  I don't know what I expected him to be wearing.  Leather pants? Aviator sunglasses like he wore back in the day?

But boat shoes?  Come on.  Robbie Krieger don't wear no boat shoes!  Although, he is pretty old now.  And I guess he's earned the right to wear whatever the hell he wants to.  So I got over it.
Had to work Saturday, and laid low Saturday night.  Enjoyed sitting in the back yard on a cool summer evening. At some point after my wife went inside I fell asleep right there under the stars.  It was only for a short time but I felt refreshed when I woke up.  It was sort of like a mini camp-out.
Sunday I traded my motorcycle for my bicycle and went for what turned out to be a challenging ride on the Old Baldy Trail in the Black Hills.  It's been 15 years at least since I last rode that trail and my skills and fitness level were much better then than now.  I made it, but it was a tough one for me this time.  Well worth the effort, though, because of scenery like this...

I need to get out on these mountain trials more often. I'll never be as good as I was, but I can definitely be better than I am right now.
The next day was Monday, August 12th.  The day the Perseid meteor shower was supposed to peak.  We went outside again that night and looked up.  It was only a short wait for the first one.  Then another. And another!  It was pretty cool.  More than once we each let out an "ohhhhhh!" and an "ahhhhh!"  Plus a few of those gasping sounds you make when you excitedly suck in a bunch of air.  I can make that sound but I can't spell it.  I'm sure you know what I'm talking about, having made it yourself on several occasions no doubt.  Maybe when you saw a meteor streak by in the night sky. 
So that's it.  A brief history of the past four days in my life.  Not that you should care all that much.  But, I do believe it's good to review life's events every few days.  Even write them down sometimes. That way you might remember them longer.  They could be important things to have later in life.  Memories I mean.

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6,600 Feet Above Sea Level (and all is well)

Ho hum.  Another Sunday.  But it wasn't.  Ho hum, that is.  It was a Sunday though, and that's always a day for adventure during summer in the Black Hills.  This past one lived up to expectations.  Actually even exceeded them.  And it all started out with a simple breakfast with my lovely wife at a lovely little table in a perfectly lovely location.  The view was..well..lovely.

Our plan was to continue from here up to Roughlock Falls, then on to... "Hey look! A squirrel!"

Oh, sorry.  I'm easily distracted.  But there actually was  a squirrel in the tree above our table.  It was hilarious to watch him pick those fresh green pine cones from the branch and chew them up just like corn on the cob.  He would finish one, toss it down to the ground, then grab another and start gnawing away.  It really was very entertaining.
Anyway, what was I talking about? Oh, yeah, the plan.  We wanted to go up to the very summit of Cement Ridge where there is a fire lookout tower located.  My wife had never been up there, and it had been many years for me.  So many, in fact, that I didn't quite remember the way.   I took a wrong turn and finally realized something was amiss when we came to this spot ---

So I did what any guy would do after trying to figure it out on his own.  I got out the map.  And, yes, I had taken the wrong road.  So we back-tracked a few miles, found the right road and continued on toward our destination. 
There is always interesting and unusual scenery on any Black Hills backroad, and this one was no exception.  At one point we rounded a corner and gazed upon this landscape --- "Looks like Hobbit Land," my wife said out loud just as I was thinking the same thing.  The way the meadow of tall grass gave way to the clusters of small bush-like trees, then the Aspens, then the big Pines, offered an excellent illustration of the diversity of nature out here.  So much diversity in fact, that it actually did seem possible there could be a few Hobbits or Trolls in there somewhere. 

Then, right before the final turn-off where the climb to the summit of Cement Ridge began, we came across this old barn with a roof made up of tiller blades.  The word we agreed upon this time to describe the scene was "Vikingish."  That may not actually have been a real word. But it is now.

A few miles later we reached the lookout.  What a view!

To add some perspective - Harney Peak, the highest point in the Black Hills is just over 7,200 feet, and here we were over 6,600 feet.  It was spectacular.
After wandering around for a bit we headed back down and were treated to a rare sight of some wildlife that I have never seen before in this area.  Right there sitting atop a big rock on the side of the hill next to the road was a Woodchuck, Groundhog and Marmot.  I say "was" instead of "were" because those are all names for the same animal.  At first I thought it might have been Honey Badger, but then I remembered a Honey Badger don't care, and this animal looked like it did care.  (Sorry for the pop culture reference right there.  I hope at least a few readers got it. And for those that didn't get it -- check out You Tube sometime).

Pretty sure it's a Woodchuck. (You can click on the photo for a closer view).  I know they're around this area, but I had never seen one in the wild before.  So that was kind of cool.  And, speaking of cool, by now a heavy layer of clouds had moved in and it looked like a good thunderstorm was brewing.  Soon huge rain drops were splashing onto the windshield signaling that it was time for us to go.  I kept the window open as long as I could to savor that wonderful smell of a forest rainstorm.  There's nothing like it. It makes getting wet quite all right.

Class Act

Everyone says their class is the best.  But they're wrong.  Because after attending my high school class reunion recently I am thoroughly convinced there is one group of high school classmates that outshines them all - the Belle Fourche High School Class of 1973.  You would expect me to say that because I am a member of that class, but it's true.  Here is the evidence to back it up -

1. After 40 years we still had nearly 50 class members show up. That's a big number.
2. Some traveled a great distance.  Georgia, Arizona, Washington and California for example.
3. Everyone, and I mean everyone, seemed happy.  No complaints. No arguments. No discouraging words.
4. I didn't observe any of those little cliques pop up.  You know, where a few people get together in a group and remain aloof from the rest.  But then, I don't remember much of that back when we were in school either.
5. Everyone laughed at my jokes. Well, almost everyone.

I rest my case.  And, as a public service for those of you who weren't around in 1973, here's a short history lesson featuring photos and icons from that era to sort of put things in perspective.

We dressed like...

Neil Diamond



and Mary Tyler Moore



We drove cars like...

Hornets

and Gremlins





Yes.  There actually was a car called a Gremlin.  (Girl in jumpsuit was optional).

We listened to...

The Doors

and Simon and Garfunkel

And I couldn't leave out this one...

"rub it in, rub it in"

We watched...

Sanford and Son

and Looney Tunes

There were also earth shoes, bell bottom pants and leisure suits.  Bicycles with banana seats, Hai Karate after shave and Twister.  And on a personal note - there was the cornflake bowl, creature features and a '63 Chevy.  Good times. Good times.

A friend and classmate perhaps said it best, "Everyone was so nice.  And kind.  And seemed genuinely interested in each other."  Truer words were never spoken.  So here's to us!  Now say it along with me We're the best as you can see! We're the class of 73!  We're the best as you can see! We're the class of 73!  Has a nice ring to it don't you think?

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"Dad! Look at that man in the back."

The flight was pretty smooth and on time, so things were looking good on our recent trip to Los Angeles to visit our son who recently moved there from Seattle.  The plane from Rapid City to Salt Lake City was nearly full and made up of seemingly uninteresting people.  You know, like us. However, during the connecting flight from Salt Lake City there was a movie star sitting in the row right in front of me. I could tell because her hair was perfect.  Okay, so I don't know that she really was a movie star, but if she wasn't she should have been.  This just added to the excitement about the trip which was increasing with each new Delta air mile I accumulated.  Soon we would be there.  The Left Coast. Tinseltown.  La-La Land.  The City of Angels.
After arriving our first stop was downtown to meet our son's co-workers and see what a view from the 51st floor looks like.  It looks like this ...

Not a view we are accustomed to, but pretty impressive just the same.  From there on to Bottega Louis where we gazed longingly into their amazing bakery display counter.

I was thinking "one of each," but I said "no thank you."  We already had our treat for the day. 

Now on to Hollywood, where we just missed a taping of the Jimmy Kimmel show by about an hour and a half. This car was parked outside of his studio. You would think he could afford something a little bigger.  But it probably gets pretty good gas mileage.

Predictably, there were a lot of TV and movie characters roaming around posing for tips.  All seemed to be getting a lot of attention.  Except for Wonder Woman.  She looked a little lonely. 

Spiderman was also there, and Batman.  The character getting the most attention, though, was Homer Simpson.  Sad day for super heroes.
The following day was Disneyland.  The happiest place in the world, where age truly doesn't matter.  Of course we had to ride one of our favorites -Splash Mountain.  Brian, who is kind of a joker anyway, decided to act like he was sleeping at the moment of the big drop when they take your picture.

After the ride the photos are all displayed on video screens in a lobby area where everyone can view them and decide whether or not to buy their picture.  In our "log" with us was a dad and his two daughters.  As we were looking at our picture up on the screen the oldest daughter said in an alarmed voice "Dad! Look at that man in the back."  She didn't know we were standing behind her, and was embarrassed when she realized Brian was right there.  Her dad reassured her everything was fine, "it's alright, honey, he was just really tired." 
Of all the ways to describe Disneyland, "Creepy" would not be one of them.  Even the Haunted House ride is more fun than creepy.  But there is this little place tucked away near the entrance that is not a typical Disney attraction.  You walk in from the clamor and clatter of a modern amusement park to a 1930s style bar that seemed to be right out of a movie.  The problem is that the movie is "The Shining."  Even the bartender looked like the ghost that Jack Nicholson had those weird conversations with in the movie.
"What will you be drinking, sir?"
"The hair of the dog that bit me, Lloyd."

To add to the effect I ordered a "Side Car," a drink popular back in that era.  Just the fact that it was even on the menu added to the overall atmosphere. Even the lighting in the place was a little spooky.

Other observations I made on this trip included the fact that there are many opportunities in California if you know where to look.  Including simply looking out of your car window.

Seems legit.

And where else would you find a combination cafe/art gallery/hair salon?  This place was next to our hotel.  It's called Nue.  Actually it was a pretty cool setting for morning coffee.

Another interesting place was just across the street.  Interesting only because it's true.  This has to be the miniest Mini Mart I've ever seen.

 



 Notice there's only one parking space, and that's for disabled customers.  I guess if you're not buying gas, you're not shopping here.

I haven't even scratched the surface of things we saw and places we went.  There was the world's largest record store.  The vintage clothing / costume store.  A lot of beautiful people, and some not so much. Tom Bergin's Tavern, the oldest Irish pub in Los Angeles. And, of course, the beach.  We don't get much beach time around here so even a short visit was wonderful. 
I can understand why so many songs have been written about California...California Nights, Warm California Sun, California Dreaming, and of course California Girls.  There was also the traffic, smog, and too many people.  But those things don't change the fact that I want to go back.  There's so much still to see and do.  I bought a map to the movie stars homes but didn't have time to use it.  If anybody plans a trip soon you can sure borrow it.  Maybe knock on a couple doors and see who answers.  Back in my radio days we called Desi Arnaz (Lucy's husband) and he actually answered the phone! So, you never know.

 

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Full Moon Fever

No, not the Tom Petty album (although that is an excellent record), this Full Moon Fever is what strikes me during that one particular day every month when the moon is at it's biggest and brightest.  So it was with much anticipation that I set out this past weekend with my wife and two of our closest friends for a moon walk to view the May "flower" moon.  This time I thought Roughlock Falls would be a good place for our lunar trek.  The drive south through Spearfish Canyon at sundown was a great way to start it off.  Around those first few corners where the landscape changes so dramatically, past Bridal Veil Falls, into the cornflake bowl, by Eleventh Hour Gulch and onto the narrow road up to the parking area.  That drive is pretty awesome during the day, but there's something about the Canyon at night that makes the trip somehow just a little bit better.
Of course I brought a camera along, but no flash and no tripod.  I was hoping to get some shots with a natural twilight edge to them, and was pleased with the results.

The blue tint was just what I was hoping for.  Enough to show it was night time, but not too much so as to obscure the details. 
The air was cool and slightly damp as we made our way down the trail to the the area below the falls.  About halfway to the bottom we stepped into a pocket of warm air and caught the scent of smoke, as if from a campfire.  The smoke smell could have possibly been coming from the campground a couple of miles away, but that still didn't explain the presence of warmth in just that exact spot on the trail.  Strange, but also pleasant and perhaps even comforting somehow.
It was a perfect evening so far, although something was missing. The moon! Where was it?  The time was well past dark-thirty but it had not yet risen over the canyon walls.  We realized that we were so deep in the canyon it could be hours before the moon was high enough in the sky to be viewed from our position.  So a decision was made that if the moon wasn't going to come to us - we would go to the moon.  And that's what we did.  The closer we got to town the more sure we were that our goal was right around the next bend in the road.  Never did see it though, until the lights of town were also in full view.  A few more miles, to the west this time, put us on an unlit country road where we found a place to pull over and get out of the car to take in the spectacular sight.  It was so big and bright! An optical illusion just above the horizon.  And speaking of an optical illusion, isn't it strange that science has never completely solved the mystery of exactly why the moon appears to be so gigantic when it first rises in the evening?  Most scientists agree that the reason the moon looks bigger at certain times is because our minds fool us into thinking it's bigger, even though logic tells us it's not.  I came up with this mathematical equation that might help explain it:

If it's still not clear there is a very interesting article on this phenomenon at How Stuff Works.  There's even a cool interactive exercise that may just slightly blow your mind.  Here's the link if you want to check it out:
http://www.howstuffworks.com/question491.htm
One thing science does agree on and we all know to be a fact is that werewolves come out on a full moon.  We didn't see any.  But that doesn't mean they're not out there.  I think I heard one once.  A long time ago.  But not around here, so not to worry.   And if the thought of meeting up with one is all that's stopping you from going out for a moon walk on some night in the future, you'll be missing out on a groovy experience and fun time with friends or even all by yourself.  So here's a tip - if you're approached by a werewolf start yelling loudly or have some bells with you to scare it off.  Wait.  That's for bears.  I'll have to get back to you on the werewolf thing.

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Memphis Bob Saves The Day

It's been a terrible Spring.  April was the worst.  I seriously believe there may have been only three or four days the entire month without the sky being covered completely by clouds.  It snowed.  A lot.  There were just three days when the temperature broke out of the 40s, and many days it dropped into the teens.  Not to mention taxes, bad drivers, plus the fact that the sun is a dying star and will someday become a red giant that will engulf Earth, in which case the planet will be destroyed.
Okay, so maybe that's taking it a little too far. But the point I'm trying to illustrate is that the weather was starting to get to me, and others around me.  Depression was setting in.  We needed some spring weather!  And now that we've had a little tiny taste of it things are starting to look up. But I was still not feeling it. Until yesterday.
I decided to do some people watching, which is a favorite past time of mine, and one that is more suited to this time of year when more people are out and about.  My first encounter was with a street performer sitting on the corner playing some cool tunes on one of his several harmonicas.  He goes by the name of Memphis Bob.  And, man, he was rockin' out the blues!

He changed my attitude in a hurry.  I even felt a little ashamed.  I mean, here is a one-armed musician playing harmonica on a street corner for tips...and I'm complaining about the weather.  Kind of puts it in perspective doesn't it?  But you could tell he enjoyed every minute of it. And so did I.  Especially when he would stand up and belt out a song that would make even Stevie Ray proud.  Good for Memphis Bob.  And good for me for taking a little time to stop and listen.  And learn.

I hung out for a while in the general area. Long enough to see the happy faces of a graduating class from the local beauty college in their red caps and gowns mingling with family and friends.  I also observed moms with children laughing and playing in the square. Business people enjoying a Nathan's hot dog from the cart on the street.  A young couple, one of them with jet black hair and the other blonde with pink and blue streaks, holding hands and smiling while walking in Art Alley.  People on bicycles. Others on skateboards.  All in all a very lively and diverse group.  My mood was much improved.  And was to improve even more after my next stop.

 

 

I've always wanted to go to the Blue Moon Market but it's only open Friday and Saturdays, and I'm almost always working those days.  So this was a real treat.  I had my eye on a birdhouse but ended up with a vintage Kodak camera box.  It's perfect to store my classic DuaFlex camera along with the huge metal flash attachment and bulbs. Score! 

Oh, earlier in the day I also bought a mountain bike.  A bright shiny green one. With disc brakes!  So, it was another pretty good day.  I have a lot of good days.  Many more than the other kind. And I am thankful for that. 

 

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