Our new baby lemur!!
Our fund raising has just topped $2,000 on our way to $5,000.
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north to alaska |
Now, just waiting for Cinco de Mayo to celebrate my departure.
starting milage |
The lead up to these spring fling rides is the same every time. I spend more time planning than I need to just because I look forward to the ride so much and this keeps me in the dream. By four weeks before I go everything is done including all the scooter maintenance. The last two or three days I spend pacing mentally and physically because I am chomping at the bit to ride. There are the same emotions every morning the trip begins, excitement, anticipation, anxiety. This one had a little more anxiety as I was leaving during the rush hour. I have ridden in heavy traffic a lot but that does not mean I like it.
I kissed the cat and hugged the wife and headed out at 7 AM under clear sunny skies. The first 16 miles took about 40 minutes. This was the usual stop and go traffic on I-275 across Tampa Bay. Once that was cleared and I turned north the traffic thinned out. Up the Suncoast Expressway the traffic thinned to almost nothing on my side of the four lanes. It was like that most of the day. Almost nothing on the four lanes of US19 to Perry. It was not until I got close to I-10 did the traffic on US231 start to get busy, but not heavy.
I met a lot of motorcycles headed in the opposite direction most of the day. At lunch at Savannah’s Restaurant, “The food is really good” they say, which is interpreted as “all you can eat buffet”, I talked to the Harley riders and found out there had been a big motorcycle gathering in Panama City over the weekend. I think they killed about four and this group had two riders go down on I-75 in the rain. Fortunately for me it is not raining.
I rolled into Dothan AL about 4 P.M. to Capt. Gary’s and Miss Evelyn’s house. Gary had just rolled in from Panama City where he had done his annual drug testing for the Navy, or as he calls it, going “boating for dollars.” The bad part about this visit is their guest room was full of scooter parts, so they made me sleep out side in the “dog house”. We went to the Blue Plate Café for dinner, and the food fits the name. It was good and when it came time to pay I offered but Gary, ever the southern gentleman (though borne a yankee), said“absolutely not”. “You can buy me a dinner in Alaska,” knowing that it would be twice this price. Then he reached for his missing wallet.........he was a tad embarrassed when he looked at Evelyn who smiled sweetly and said “I did not bring my purse”, then to me and said “I guess I am buying you a dinner in Alaska”.
along the way...
ready to ride |
a sleepy goodbye |
traffic.... |
tampa bay |
I-275/howard franklin bridge |
i always stop to pay my respects to the king |
i occasionally stop at the dakota winery. they make a pretty good wine |
owners max and john, father and son. they started in 1984 |
west on us-98 |
"you're going where on this little thing?" |
the sign of good food in the south-"buffet" |
capt. gary and evelyn |
The U turns.....
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these were hanging around the place |
Dothan to Tallahatchie Flats 400 mi
After making my way through Dothan and Enterprise with their rush hour it was smooth sailing the rest of the day. A great combination of roads today. Everything but dirt roads, though I had one of those programed in the GPS unbeknownst to me. I had four lanes down to no lane roads. The smells were great. Well, except that one sniff of cow poop. There was lots of sweet honeysuckle, pine sap from the trees being harvested, cut grass, fresh tilled dirt and just plain fresh air.
I almost dropped Big Red turning into a gas station. It was in rural Alabama in the middle of nowhere at a large truck stop. It was all gravel except at the pumps. I was turning off the highway and the gravel at the edge of the road was deep. With the wheel turned it wanted to keep turning and I wound up doing the one legged dance for several steps until I got it going straight again.
In Louisville I rolled up on tornado relief operations. There was a lot of damage in a confined area along the highway but I was told it was pretty broad in other areas. When I stopped at a unmentionable fast food place to take a break, they gave me a drink in a can as they were still having to boil their water.
I rolled into the Tallahatchie Flats motel, in the middle of a field, 3 miles north of Greenwood, Mississippi, about 6:30. I was the only guest and they close at 4, but they left the door unlocked and the key in my house. However, there was a gentleman there taking pictures. He came over to say hello and I found out he was the local dentist but does commercial photography also. We had a great visit. He gave me local history and tips of where to go and what to see. We shared the stories we had both gotten from unassuming people. I told of the old man sitting on the side of the stream fishing in the hills of Virginia who had a great story of being a captured German POW in WWII and sent to Crossville, TN and all that involved. And of his life around the world but coming back to the USA to retire as they “had treated me the best in my life”. He told of a older retired patient who kept his offices' attention for an hour as he told of his life as a prison guard and of being part of the execution team and leaving that to work with the K9 division of the state police.
We said our goodbyes and Big Red and I sat on the very quiet front porch drinking a beer as the sun set and a 400 mile day ended on a very quiet night.
The ride......
you can't miss capt. gary's house |
capt. gary's garage. that is light reflection on the scooter not scratches |
am i there already? |
rush hour |
hank's house |
a new meaning to rail road |
morgan and her sister graduated from culinary school about the time the lease on this convenience story became available. they have been running it for three years and hope to open a deli. |
"ugwees" is a name she and her sister made up and named the store that |
i saw a lot of these signs. you can pass a law for the NRA but not for the people. |
louisville, ms tornado damage |
The U turns.....
i drove this exact helicopter over vietnam many years ago. now i am driving a little scooter on the ground. |
the curtain, brighter in real life, caught my eye as i rode by |
The evening......
400 miles to the dot. that is a long day. |
Tallahatchie Flats to the Shack Up Inn 73 miles
Every since I stopped at the The Corner B&B (http://www.thecorners.com/ ) in 2010 in Vicksburg, MS the delta has been calling my name. At first I thought the frozen margarita that Macy handed me in Vicksburg after riding in over 100 degree heat was the hook. But that was not it. This is my third trip here in as many years and I have strong feelings about it. Maybe because there is so much history here and really it has not changed in 100’s of years. I could quote facts and figures about the state's poverty etc. but that does not explain the pull here. Last night helped me understand it though.
The Tallahatchie Flats are old share cropper/slave houses moved to this location. Their spirits are still there. I am no “woo woo” man, as I call it, but if it happens, I do not judge myself or others. So here goes. About 9:30 when I was in bed I heard people talking though I could not make out the words. I actually got up to go see if I had left the radio on that I had been listening to. It was off and I went back to bed. Let them talk if they want I decided. At 1:30 I came out of a deep sleep because I heard two knocks on the door. Being in the country alone caused some caution, but I got out of bed and went to check out the window on the front porch. It was empty. I waited a few minutes and opened the door. Big Red was there and no one else. I went back to bed and it took a while to get back to sleep as my mind was whirling around the spirits. I was up early and sat on the front porch watching the sun come up. I could feel and hear the people coming out of the shacks in the twilight as they went off to work in the fields. Judge me if you must, but I just report what I hear and see.
Today was a monumental day. I really wish I was a better writer so I could convey all that happened today in a few paragraphs. In fact, I could do a whole book on today if I had followed all the trails. Sadly you will have to settle with what I can do.
Back to the report. I awoke early and sat on the front porch and watched the sun rise. The only noises were a few birds chirping, the sound of an occasional car that you heard approaching in the distance and getting louder until it passed and faded away. The train whistle in the distance and the sounds of the trains click clacking along. It was heaven. At 7:30 a new noise was added. The sound of a turbine powered crop duster off in the distance diving down on the fields and then pulling back and doing it again. This is all music to my ears. I sat there for two hours, just refilling the coffee cup. The staff came in around 8 and about 9, I wandered over and met Zelam and Tabatha. I told Tabatha the “spirit” story and I thought she was looking at me odd because of the story, but when I finished she said “I know” and began to tell me her stories and those of others. Every story was true to the person telling it. She asked that I not put that on Tripadvisor and to please take some of them with me if I wished - especially the guy in the red house as he just caused problems.
A big John Deer came down the drive and out popped Floyd. I offered to let him drive Big Red if I could drive the John Deere. He said “ you are welcome to the John Deere, but I ain’t getting on that thing.”
We had a group conversation and they all decided I need to stop into WABG 960 AM just around the bend. So, on the way to town, I rode Big Red up to the small building and walked in up the steps into a very, very small studio and John Poe was sitting there. He was expecting me and immediately picked up a microphone and said “tell me your story”. I was amazed that there was still a disc jockey working 24 hours a day.
WABG-960 is a amazing story. WABG is a little 1000 watt station trying to almost single handily save the blues in this area. Poe himself has a amazing history. He is in fact a former ATC controller but his passion has always been radio and the blues. He worked in Thailand during Vietnam as a part time volunteer announcer for Armed Forces Radio on his time off from the tower. Unfortunately he was cut from the same cloth as Adrian Cronauer played by Robin Williams in the movie "Goodbye Vietnam" and got fired for telling the truth on the radio. He went on to 23 years as a controller, DJ’ing the whole time.
When this little station came available he jumped at the chance and bought it. It is a very very tough row to plow, as they say on the plantation. With little money and advertising getting harder and harder to find he presses on. Besides the blues he takes local issues head on. This does not sit well with the long established hierarchy in a race and class conscious Mississippi. His passion for this cause is enduring and all consuming. I am in awe of him and Beth who he has recruited to help him carry the banner. My hat is off to him with great respect and I hope he continues to carry on with his cause. I will be back.
I rode back to the Tallahatchie Flats. On the way I met one of the owners, Mr. Whitaker, about a 5th generation plantation owner. I stopped in to visit the grave of Robert Johnson believed to be the first person to ever record the blues back in the 20’s. Tabatha and I decided Robert is the one that came to visit me last night. She gave me a big hug and I was off.
We rode the back roads up to Clarksdale and the Shack Up Inn. It is another collection of slave shacks and a old cotton gin turned into a hotel. I visited with the owner for awhile and we caught up on all that was new since last year. I like his business model. If something causes trouble he just eliminates it from staying at the Shack. This year he added pets and children to the no stay lists. His clientele is mainly international adults and people where just letting the pets and children get out of hand, so out they went. He is adding a restaurant and I met the new chef/manger.
We rode the back roads up to Clarksdale and the Shack Up Inn. It is another collection of slave shacks and a old cotton gin turned into a hotel. I visited with the owner for awhile and we caught up on all that was new since last year. I like his business model. If something causes trouble he just eliminates it from staying at the Shack. This year he added pets and children to the no stay lists. His clientele is mainly international adults and people where just letting the pets and children get out of hand, so out they went. He is adding a restaurant and I met the new chef/manger.
I headed downtown Clarksdale to the Yazoo Pass Bistro, about the only place to have dinner that is not fried. There was a guitar player on the side walk entertaining with a group of about 10 listeners. I went in and sat at the table and ordered a glass of wine. Melissa the waitress said they could only serve beer, but told me I could go around the corner and buy a bottle wine and bring it back. So off I went.
I never made it to the wine store. On Wednesday afternoons around the corner from the Yazoo Pass the “Dysfunctional Family” has a happy hour. The group consisted of about 10 to 15 lawyers, doctors, hospital CEO’s etc. One of the great things about the delta is the openness of the people and the next thing you know I am sitting with them telling them of mine and Big Reds big adventure. I was offered repeated fill ups of the wine glass, but sadly I had to decline. After pleasant conversation and a group photo, I bid them a fond adieu and headed back to my table at the Yazoo only to find that it had been cleaned off.
Melissa quickly replaced the set ups and I was back in business. I ordered the pan seared red snapper with garlic spinach and it was excellent. It was a little difficult eating as a continual string of people came in and sat down to hear my story and invite me to lunch/dinner/breakfast etc. Through the big windows in front of the restaurant I watched people get up from the music, walk over to Big Red, point to various parts and go back and sit down only to get up with someone else and walk back over.
Melissa is a teacher from Washington State and works at the Yazoo three nights a week. In Washington you have to have three years experience before you can get hired so she joined Teach for America and was sent to Clarksdale, MS. She has stayed on for love and graduate school. She too felt that living in Mississippi was going back in time. When graduate school is over she plans to return to Washington State. Hopefully true love will go to.
Oh yea, I almost forgot. While at the Shack there was a knock on the door and there were three beautiful women. To bad it was the wrong room. They were great people and agreed to pose with Big Red. Dad walked up in his sheriff's uniform and big gun. They were a great family and fun to visit it with.
So, that is the down and dirty. There was a lot more to talk about and report but this is the best I can do. My writer friends, that is you Helen and Karen, probably could have done more justice to today. Hopefully pictures will add some definition to the day. This was an unusual day with all the encounters, but all of it is what brings me back to the Delta.
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poe and beth |
mr. whitaker |
this mississippi |
and this mississipi |
the dysfunctional family |
patti, willow, alison and will rooker |
The shack up inn |
The Shack to Branson Mo 323 miles
I left the Shack at sunrise with a beautiful orange sun peeking up through low level clouds. It would have made a great picture to share, but it seems I am the only person I know who can't get a good deal on EBay. The camera batteries I bought are crap and the one I just put in off the charger is dead.
Just as well, today is a haul ass day. There is major weather coming to Branson by early afternoon. So, this was a Cannonball day. Riding hard, but safe, no stops except for gas, no bathroom visits and no U turns. The roads were great through the Arkansas hills.
We rolled into Branson a 1:15 and the rain started at about 2. By 3 it was a frog strangler.
Why I needed to come here I don't know but I had always heard about it and decided to check it out. Some people exclaimed how great it was and others said don't bother. I now am in the "don't bother" camp.
Branson to Manhattan KS 348 miles
Big Red and me bounced out of Branson just after 7. The weather man said it would rain and he did not lie even though it looked good. About 20 minutes into the morning out came the rain gear. Fortunately I did not get poured on but lots of places did and water was flowing over the road in the hill area. The twisty road was in the wet so we took it easy. By 10:30 as was good and away we went. The skies became clear and the temp cool. Today we went for miles and the a lot of the ride was on limited access divided four lane. Mid-day we were on long rolling two lane roads as straight as Kansas. The desire to put miles behind us is, believe it or not, we wanted to reach the plains and then slow down. Riding a scooter across Kansas in May in 70 degrees is so much better than riding a scooter across Kansas in July in the 100’s. We rolled into Manhattan KS about 4 and called it a day.
Along the way.....
lunch a chez scoot |
road or eye test |
The U turns......
Lee. She is not a traveler as I thought but the best I could tell lives in a group home, maybe, and has been abducted or is waiting to be abducted by Aliens. Or she is just a Kansan.
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huh ??? |
Manhattan to Broken Bow, NE 310 miles
Big Red and I maneuvered out of Manhattan. The weather guesser said no rain but they missed by a few drops. That quickly passed and it was a clear beautiful day with temps climbing into the mid 80's.
Nothing to report as there is nothing in Kansas. I never ever need to ride across Kansas on anything again. Ever. And while we are at it, why do these people get two Senators? I ask this because if you turn on a TV for 30 sec's you will see 15 political ads on how “If you vote for me, I will kill Obamacare”. Every candidate, every party. I guess only Fox news waves reach this far. I don't care what you support, just get a new one. This one is old. Besides, rural Kansas has less people than there are in the county I live in, so I just get part of their Senator.
Rolled into Broken Bow, NE to the last hotel room in town. I had called ahead. I learned in my past adventures when you get out here where rooms are few and far between you better have a plan as the next stop could be a 100 miles away. Often it is construction crews, but this weekend was high school graduation. One of the three big weekends in Broken Bow. 1. graduation, 2. county fair and 3. a town on the 300 mile yard sale.
big red right in the center of the USA |
who knew this would be relevant this time of year |
May 11 Broken Bow 0 miles
Due to the weather forecast west of here, I decided to take a lay day since I did not bring my tire chains. I had walked to the City Cafe, but it was closed for graduation, so I took Big Red to Tumbleweed for a late breakfast with everyone else in town.. The temperature has been falling all day and the light rain started at noon. East of here they had hail and west the snow is moving in so I am sitting in the room with the heat on, drinking a little grappa and staying warm. The hotel was full last night, but tonight I am the only resident.
Vicki always makes t-shirts for these long adventures. This year she and Melissa of Big Fish conspired to have them made up without me having even the slightest clue. Until I went to make up some of my own shirts and stuff, and Vicki's tone on the phone let the cat out of the bag.
I love these t-shirts but I went to Goodwill in Manhattan and bought some throw away ones. I did not even see the back of this one until I put it on and someone pointed it out to me. It is a keeper.
Broken Bow to Helsey NE 62 miles
I awoke at 5 AM and had coffee and watched the AgReport. Did you know that Tom Lovitt sold his 8 foot John Deere drill for $7,700 at auction? Heck, he only paid $3,300 10 years ago when he bought new.
Around 7, I walked down town in a mix of light rain and snow with a temp of 40 degrees. City Café is everything you would imagine a small town diner to be. I got all the latest news. Custer County commissioners will meet and consider a new liquor license and do their quarterly tour of the jail. The Broken Bow city council will meet at the same time, different location, and consider lots of things;utility bill assessments, a bond ordinance, purchasing of a grader by the street department and Ted Trotter will make a presentation about air quality as well as quality of life and health of residents of Broken Bow.
I also found out that tomorrow is the primary elections, thus the flood of negative political ad’s on TV.
About 10, Big Red and me blew out of Broken Bow. It was cold, damp and windy. None of that really bother us. Not long we were in moderate snow and that did not bother us. When we saw ice hanging off the bottom of the road signs, that concerned us. When my visor started icing up and I had to keep wiping it off with an over gloved hand, that really concerned us. So after just 60 miles we called it a day. Saw no need in challenging the elements when this is not the Cannonball and time was not of the essence.
Halsey is the town crossroads that had the first lodging that I came to. Halsey Frontier Inn is the place I chose, mainly because it was the only choice. It is clean and comfortable even with the shag carpet. I went to the Double TT Bar and Steakhouse across the street for lunch. You would never know that it is there if someone did not tell you. Rita has been running it for over 40 years and sadly her husband died a few years ago and it is now hard work as she is the only employee. So from cook to clean up is her job. But it is a friendly and not overly busy place. When I walked in, Wayne, his ranch hand James and Marylyn invited me to join them for lunch. It was a fun lunch with lots of local color. Rita talking about who cannot come in any more, Wayne telling ranch stories, James telling stories about “torch” as Wayne is known, and Marylyn adding color commentary. “Torch” is considered the best welder around, but he says that is not true. People say that because he is the cheapest which means usually free. I found out the fun time around here is June 7 when around 150 people come to Wayne’s ranch, did I mention he is 5th generation, for branding. People come from far and wide, including neighboring states, to brand the 400-500 calves his cows have in the spring. That is a lot of birthing. Stories were told of the time Wayne left his wife and sons to do the calving and he went on vacation. They just kept calling him to come home, because he found out when he got back they were having a spring just like this one, but with more snow.
I had a long talk with Ed who has owned the Inn for about year. He was a bit agitated as his insurance rates had gone up “because of his increased income”. What? How did they know his income and why would that matter? Beats him and me. Ed was a cowboy for 15 years but it came time to do something else with his life. He sold all his horses, cattle and equipment and became a Inn keeper. So far it has been good to him and his wife and three boys.
I returned to the Double TT for a huge chef salad for dinner. There were four people having dinner with Rita and her nephew came in later. He is a part time cowboy and cowboys a grader for the county.
After dinner the girls played canasta and the men went next door for Texas holdem’ poker. Lots of stories were passed around the card tables. One that came through was they were all fed up with all those damn negative, “lying” ad’s that I have been subjected to.
I thank them all for making me feel at home.
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see the well marked city cafe |
the ice on the wind screen is just like the ice on my visor |
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they are not big on signs for cafes here |
that is wayne through the foggy lens in the double tt |
this game was a lot more fun than the poker game |
Halsey to Hill City, SD 301 miles
What difference a day makes. When I opened the curtains there sat Big Red basking in sunshine under clear skies. I walked over to the Double T while the sun melted the heavy frost off of Red’s back. Rita was busy so I helped myself to the coffee. It is that kind of place. After doing morning chores she came over sat down and we visited for awhile. Then three middle aged men, all dressed for work came in. No, no coat and ties. I said work. They sat at“the table”. The one that every small town has at it’s local restaurant. Wayne had held court there yesterday, the ladies dealt cards there last night. The men helped themselves to coffee and Rita introduced me. Shortly another man came in with a box of donuts and sat down. I should have guessed he was the politician having brought donuts on primary day. The conversation was about the weather, my travels, their travels, locals and how they were doing, work and politics. John is a county commissioner and I think to win all you have to do sign up. They can no longer vote in Halsey and you have to drive to Thedford to vote. I do not know if it is gerrymandering or as Rita says there are not any people left here. Their county, like most of the central U.S., has a declining population. Seems the only people I met who have moved to the plains state are retires moving back home. When asked by Jim if she was going to vote Rita said, “I can’t. I am a democrat and there is no one in the primary.” I exclaimed in joy to find one of my people here in the middle of the plains. Jim said “be afraid, we know where all five of you democrats live”. The conversation covered families and mainly cousins. You know the cousin, we all have one. The ner-do-well that is shunned by the sane part of the the family. I told the group that the table is usually occupied by the senior members of the community. Rita said “we ain’t got any”. The only old persons are Jim's father and mother, 97 and 92 respectively. Still living at home, still cutting his own grass, and rides his three wheel bike down to the Double T. When he gets ready to leave he says “I have to go, I left my motor running”.
While the Republicans talked politics, Rita and I talked of her life with Lee, her husband of 42 years before he passed away two years ago, about the best way to make chicken fried steak, about Merlyn who had gone back to Broken Bow and more. Lee and Rita had a good life here at the Double T in the many many years they owned it together. She asked if I had eaten at the Tumbleweed in Broken Bow owned by her cousin and I said yes. She said they had breakfast at the Tumbleweed after drinking all the bars closed on their wedding night. As for chicken fried steak she said “my momma told me never cover up your food if it is good, so I don’t put gravy on mine”. Merlyn was a long time friend and had worked at the Double T for years and had come to town from Broken Bow for the weekend to help Rita prepare for Mothers Day. It sounded like hard work, but a fun time for two old friends working hard in the kitchen.
I got up to go and asked how much the coffee was. “fifty cents” she said and she quoted a newspaper article about the Double T, “eat your heart out Starbucks”.
Click here fo rthe newspaper article on Double T.
Big Red and me hauled out of Halsey about 9 headed west on Nebraska 2 with a river of water on the left and a river of coal in trains on the tracks to the right. At bit cool and breezy but not uncomfortable under the blue skies. The whole ride all day was up hill. We started at just under 3000 feet and ended at 5,500 feet. At noon we arrived in Alliance, NE our destination yesterday. I had researched on the internet and found a coffee shop. I walked into Newberry’s, in a old saddle making building, and saw my savior for today. A barista named Sara. With all due respect to the Double T I needed a triple shot latte. They also had a something not fried for lunch. A chicken cordon bleu sandwich with spinach and I chose a spinach salad with strawberry and almonds for my side. I slowly ate lunch enjoying every bite and then saddled up and headed north on US385.
Just outside of Alliance is Carhinge. http://carhenge.com/ I discovered Carhinge via Story Trek a great show on BYU-TV where the reporter wanders the country knocking on doors and getting people’s stories. Right down my alley. Click here for Story Trek
We ended a great ride in Hill City, SD just around corner from Mt. Rushmore and called it a great day.
ed, big red and sunshine |
rita |
jim, cousin of james, trent, thayne, son of wayne and john |
barista sara with her effiel tower |
carhinge |
no "welcome to SD", just a slot machine |
i think this guy and his posse came through my house. in fact i am walking in their boots |