Let's talk about how the "other half" lives...

Dear Friends,

I'm still in Hobe Sound enjoying what SE Florida has to offer.  For the foreseeable future this travelogue won't be about travel as much as life in Hobe Sound.  I've discovered one of Martin County's secrets.  Today, I was told that the helicopter that over-flies my motor home every other day is ferrying Tiger Woods to and from his property on Jupiter Island and the private country club across the highway from where I buy fresh seafood.  It's just silly local scuttlebutt, but I thought it was pretty cool.  I love it when Tiger is introduced on the first tee of any tournament, "and from Hobe Sound, Florida, Tiger Woods".  The country club sits behind very tall hedges and trees, so driving by on Hwy 1 you can't really see anything much at all.  The club was originally designed and built by Greg Norman, but has changed hands in more recent times.  Anyway, that's where Tiger does his fitness training on cool early mornings.

Living around billionaires has its benefits even though there is no direct contact with the species.  They live somewhat cloistered lives behind their fences and hedges.  You won't see Bill Gates doing the grocery shopping at the Hobe Sound Publix because their house keepers do that chore.  What we get to see are their toys, but only those toys too big to be hidden from view.  In the protected inlets of Jupiter and St. Lucie and all along the Intercoastal Waterway there are, indeed, mega toys to be seen.  Now and again you even have to stop at a draw bridge so really large sail or power boats can continue on their journey's way.  When out on the water going to lunch in Manatee Pocket in St. Lucie or over at Jupiter Inlet you can't help but see how the other half plays.  (I've not been to Palm Beach Inlet, yet, but I'm told the further south one goes the bigger the boats get.)  Seems that everywhere you look in this area of Florida you see a baker's dozen of sport fishing yachts lined up in a row in the various marinas.  I'd guess the majority of them to be in the 65-90 foot range.  They stand like maritime soldiers guarding Florida's coastal inlets with their tuna towers stretching for the sky.  During the day the only life you'll see aboard those vessels are the day crews keeping up with the bright work and continuously washing down with fresh water.  They are made to wear their boat's colors while on duty, so they can be identified even when not aboard their owner's boats.  We're talking about fishing boats and not live-aboard yachts.  Made to take the heaviest storm seas they might encounter on their fishing trips they are a sight to behold.  And they all share some common characteristics; long windowless fore decks stretched out front of their salons and tuna towers.  I assume they are built to take the brunt of the biggest Atlantic swells coming and going from the Bahamas.  Boats that I lust after and wonder if I can afford bear little physical resemblance to the mega fishing machines and Bahama runners seen in all the backyards along the Intracoastal.  It's amazing and I can't help but wonder what those people do for a living.  I'm sure they are a mix of stock and commodities trading professionals, entrepreneurs and inherited money along with all the other kinds of big businesses we see and don't think about everyday.  I go to Home Depot when I need lightbulbs, but I never think about who started Home Depot.  Now I know where they live, at least during the winter season.  I saw a house last month that belongs to Mr. and Mrs. Walgreen.  Hard to call it a house, though.  It was more like a Mediterranean brick and tile roof styled compound or resort.  Hard to believe just one family lives there.  Their boat was equally impressive if you're into boats.  I can't help but wonder what kind of airplane they've surely got at the Stuart Airport.  Life is wonderful, but it seems just a little more wonderful for those who live life to the hilt.  The lifestyle standard to which we all aspire is different for each of us.  That's a good  thing, too.  After all, quality of life isn't really about toys or houses.  It's about our individual happiness and peace of mind, right?  I admire, but don't envy.

We mere mortals do get to enjoy the ancillary benefits of living in the proximity of billionaires, though.  It takes the hyper rich people of Jupiter Island to attract certain kinds of businesses that this otherwise mostly lower/middle class community could never support.  I've never lived anywhere like this before.  It is unique.

There is much to do here on a daily basis.  And it's always fun learning about a place and getting to feel like a local.  I discovered a Chinese restaurant today that serves very authentic dishes fresh from the wok versus the all you can eat Chinese buffets one normally sees today.  The Moo Shu Pork I took home was spectacular and there was enough food to feed at least two to three people.  It was $8.42.  So, to this point I've got never frozen seafood, BBQ ribs/brisket and now Chinese covered.  Their were 12 inch flames shooting out from under the chef's wok tonight and being fresh off the boat from Taiwan their English was broken at best.  I love places where they cook in front of the customers, don't you?  It beats the crap out of having food shoved into my car at a drive up window and this food is a bargain by comparison, besides.

A good friend over in Tarpon Springs told me once, "the best things in life are really best when shared".  This might not be the first time I've quoted 'ole Fitz, but I have taken his sentiment to heart.  In fact, this is the primary reason I've elected to delay my departure from Florida this summer.  I've been doing some dating of late meeting ladies off a few dating sites and trying to find that special one.  So far I've struck out, but I'm only looking for one or at least that's what I tell myself.  I don't see myself as a player, but some of the women might, all things considered.  I'm not certain I agree with the whole online dating process, though.  There is just something a little demeaning when shopping for human beings like so much window dressing at the mall.  My new neighbors in this RV park are telling me I should just go to Montana and let the chips fall where they may.  It's probably good advice, but what the hell.  I'm single again and I want to enjoy life.  In other words, I'm not quite ready to give up on the game just yet.  Do they still call it the battle of the sexes?

I don't want to make anything out of it, but I got word last week that my ex-wife, Beverly, has just gotten remarried on July 4th.  It was great news that she's found happiness again and really doubly so since she's married my best friend and fishing buddy from Arkansas, Mike.  So, it is now Mike and Beverly and I couldn't be happier for them.  Now to figure out what to send them as a wedding gift, hmm.  Someone here suggested a mafia gesture which is to send a dead fish, but that's not how I'm feeling about their marriage.  I'm actually happy for them both and wish for them nothing but the best life has to offer.

Best, John

Night Skies in Paradise

When ever I'm tempted to "wax poetic" I try to resist the impulse because nobody really wants to read second rate prose.  There is poetry in my heart, but I'm no poet.  That said, I've had a few experiences of late that have increased the fullness and positivity in my life.  

About a week ago I climbed down the steps of my motor home to walk Romeo before going to bed.  It was probably a little after 2:00 AM.  The east wind off the Atlantic was brisk and cool against my face and bare legs.  The ghostly silhouettes of palm fronds guarding the driveway were clearly visible in contrast to the night sky.  What struck me next was that the moon had not yet risen and that this late night was still so uncommonly bright.  It was a special moment and I quickly became transfixed by the source of the light, the glorious view above.  The Milky Way hung overhead as a soft glow emerging reluctantly from the light pollution of the southern horizon like a thin cloud of smoke escaping a smoldering fire.  The glow on the southern horizon that is the megalopolis of SE Florida and Miami is inescapable.  There is no comparison between Martin County and those high rise, over populated counties to the south.  The orange glow stands like a warning to those who might be tempted to enter.  Like too many lab rats in a small cage the over population of SE Florida creates a truly unwholesome environment where stress and hostility rein over calm, civility and our best nature.  It's a kind of American cultural cliche'.  The light pollution on the southern horizon reminded me of when I lived in my own cage that was Houston (22 years) and how glad I was to escape a decade ago.  To the north is the fainter glow of Port Salerno, St. Lucie and Stuart.  Looking east out over the ocean I see only the blackness of infinity illuminated by those stars bright enough to be visible to the horizon.  Peering through the many more miles of atmosphere the stars lowest on the horizon are always fainter.  The constellations of stars overhead are the brightest in the sky.  I wish I had a star map to reference, but I could still clearly differentiate the planets from the stars.  They are different colors and luminosity.  I was happy to recognize a few star alignments learned from childhood when my brother had a telescope.  Almost as a habit whenever I gaze at a night sky my eyes are automatically drawn to Orion's Belt, first.  There isn't another group of three stars that come close to having the same proximity and brightness.  The Big Dipper is also easy to find with it's ladle hanging so low.  The Little Dipper is, I suspect, not visible from this latitude, but I know I've seen it before somewhere.  I am quite limited in my astronomical knowledge.  I will say, though, that I find the subject more interesting today than ever before.  It could be fun to learn a little more about astronomy.  One essential ingredient I'll need to include for my next viewing is bug spray.  SE Florida mosquitoes can be intense.  Craning my neck to look straight up I found the position more comfortable than expected and arching my back expanded my view even more.  My posture would have looked most curious had someone spotted me; arched back, my belly stretched like a six month pregnancy and a neck craned way beyond normal limits.  I now see a reclining lawn chair in my future.  When I first arrived in Hobe Sound there was an unusual confluence of mars and venus and their orbits were, for a time, in a synchronicity seen only every hundred years or so.  Like twins they marched across the April sky in unison soon to be parted for another century.  On this night they were separated, but still marching lockstep within my visual range.  One red and the other yellow they are easily distinguished from the stars the nearest of which is a mere 20 million light years from my motor home.  The magnificence of a clear night sky can be humbling in the same way that standing next to a giant Sequoia is humbling.  Mostly, the view filled me with a blissful happiness and gratitude for what my life has become.  I can't wait to see the stars over the northern Rockies.

Truth is I've never attached much significance to the stars.  I know others do and I suspect I probably should, but to me western astrology is more akin to fortune cookie predictions than anything really meaningful.  But, what do I know?  Maybe there is more to the stars than meets the logical Western eye.  Maybe the ancient (eastern) Indian astrological tradition of Jotish is more valid.  Just a few years ago I asked a Jotishi (a person who creates and interprets Jotish astrology) to do my astrological chart and I was willing to pay the $150 asked.  I gave him the pertinent details of where I was born along with the date and time of day.  I was hopeful for something significant to my life, but expected less.  I'd never find out, though, because according to my Jotishi a chart isn't possible for me.  I have seven planets all in the same house and without contrasting positions no reading would be possible.  This is, apparently, a rare occurrence, but one without special significance.  Maybe my Western cynicism of things mystical weighs heavily in my consciousness for a reason.  I don't know.  What I do know is I'm not proud of my knee jerk reactions to mysticism, but then I've seen behind the curtain and as it turns out I am the Great and Mighty Oz, Coo-Coo-Ca-Choo.  That I was willing to pay for a chart took me to my limit, but to have a Jotishi turn down my money came as the biggest surprise.  A carnival soothsayer would have taken the $150 without hesitation.  Maybe there is some integrity left in this world, after all.  Today, interaction between Mind and the Universe is a subject most dear to me.  I now feel my life being played out in harmony with the Universe.  There are even times when my individual Self gives way to selflessness and I feel one with everything.  The night sky can be a special experience, indeed.

The longer I stay in Hobe Sound the more fortunate and happy I feel.  So, why am I offering these insights?  I figure knowing me better might help you justify reading more blog posts and for me to write what is to follow.


mb/jd

I'm in Hobe Sound, FL

Hi Guys,

Still making adjustments to full-time motor home living.  There are issues being in such a small space, but it's now becoming second nature and I must say pretty enjoyable.  I no longer see the size of my confines as a negative and I'm now just grateful to have such a high quality motor home to live in.  Lord, I can't complain about anything given all the great options I've had installed.  I lack for very little in terms of conveniences and certainly nothing anyone would consider a necessity.  One of the residents here at Floridays RV Park asked for work and offered to hand wash and wax the coach for $150.  I couldn't pass up such an incredible bargain.  I had him apply Liquid Glass and I couldn't be happier.  He then did the same for my Pathfinder for $45.  Again, too much of a bargain to pass up.  The only thing left on my list is getting the washer fixed, but I expect that's going to require taking it in to a Newmar service center.  Did have one other issue recently, though.  I noticed that the water refilling the toilet had turned a bright green.  Turns out algae grows in the inlet water hose when temps get higher and the hose is exposed to a lot of sun light.  The cur was simply to install a filter and shield the hose from sun light with foam pipe insulation.  The water was black for a few flushes, but it's ok now with the new charcoal filter at the faucet.  And the world keeps on spinning.

I discovered the little town of Hobe Sound while playing around with Google Earth.  Hobe Sound is halfway between Stuart/St. Lucie to the north and Jupiter to the south.  The RV park I've settled into has a low year round space rental rate of only $550 a month.  There aren't any amenities to maintain and the savings to the owner has been passed through to the residents.  Nobody complains, especially when we're all aware of the $1,400 to $2,800 a month rates found just to the south.  The biggest amenity in Martin County is the beach and so most everyone has a great tan if they live around here.  And it seems that just about every yard has a boat in it.

The fishing in this area is famous for being great inshore and offshore.  Cinco de Mayo (May 5th) brought with it the King Mackeral migration and a lot of fish in the freezer, but I'm getting ahead of myself.  Along the east coast of Florida lies the Intracoastal Waterway.  The barrier island is called Jupiter Island and it turns out to be the second wealthiest community in the entire USA or so I've been told.  Bill Gates, Tiger Woods, Celine Dion and many other of our nation's wealthiest people live on Jupiter Island.  You simply can not imagine the magnitude of the wealth on display here.  After a little research into Jupiter Island real estate values I'd say the average water front home runs about 8 million $$.  Interior island homes average about 2-3 million.  Tiger's estate is supposed to be about 54 million.  What is interesting about Jupiter Island is that it's not gated.  Anyone can drive in and around the estates and ogle.  Anyway, it's interesting to see how the "other half" lives.  Hobe Sound is located in Martin County.  Martin is known for one important building ordinance.  No structures can be built over 50 tall or 5 stories.  Creating that ordinance was simply catering to the mega rich who have settled here.  And they pay a lot of property taxes for the privilege.  So, all the water front properties are built out with single family homes and you just do not see the condos or heavy population centers that are ever present to both the north and the south.  The population in Martin County is small and there aren't even enough people here to support a Walmart.  It's a really nice change to not see the typical commercial areas of higher density areas of SE Florida.  Hobe Sound is an understated lifestyle if you live off island.  So, it's here that you find the most natural settings and pristine beaches.  It's here that leatherback, loggerhead and other turtles come to lay their eggs in the spring without being disturbed by heavy tourism.  I've driven north and south and the congested areas like Palm Beach and Ft. Lauderdale are really a lot more stressful with all the associated crime and hassles of big city living.  For me being here is all about socializing and enjoying the water and the local food.  

One of the great finds here in Hobe Sound is a little roadside market 1/2 mile to the north on Hwy 1.  It's there I'm able to buy NEVER FROZEN seafood.  I never realized before now just how much shrimp, fish, stone crab claws, lobster tails and deep sea scallops suffer from freezing.  I'm in heaven or at least seafood heaven.  So, at least once or twice a week I buy scallops, 16 count headless shrimp and stone crab claws and revel in this local bounty.  I say local, but that's not completely accurate.  Much of what they sell comes from the New England area of the country and is flown here fresh on ice.  Again, if the rich people weren't here I'd likely not be enjoying such culinary luxuries.  I am grateful, to be sure.

It was pompano season when I arrived here in late March and I gave it my best effort, but alas.  Thing is I know what I was doing wrong and I still couldn't catch the fish like the commercial fisherman could.  The ONLY difference is I can't cast as far.  I'm coming up about 50 feet short of where I need to cast my sand fleas.  That's what pompano eat, sand fleas.  They are actually little crabs and not actual fleas.  They can be found along the surf line on the beach.  When the waves wash out from the beach the little crabs can be seen burying themselves in the sand.  Those too slow to bury in the sand are eaten by pompano cruising on the tide.  To catch sand fleas you have to use a sand flea rake and I've got one of them in my beach cart arsenal.  I've never really been much of a beach person, but I now find it relaxing fun to sit out and enjoy the ocean air and sun.  I should buy stock in sun screen for all I use.  Back to Cinco de Mayo.  A fellow Chofu Viking, Ray Bank, has known about this area for a very long time since he and his fishing buddies from the Orlando area have been coming down here for many years to fish the Kingfish migration.  I was invited this year and I'm happy to report we caught the shit out of those Kingfish.  We're talking about a unique experience for me given that Kings average about 25-30 lbs.  They put up one hell of a fight, too.  When the boys went back home they took over 200 lbs of Kingfish fillets on ice.  I kept 25 lbs for myself and gave most of it away to my new fishing buddy and RV park manager George Vrolof.  I don't eat nearly as much fish as I do other seafood and don't particularly enjoy fishy fish, if you know what I mean?  People claim Kings are a bit oily, but it seemed pretty mild to me.  I did, however, take one 5 lb package to my local BBQ house and had it smoked over hickory wood.  The fish was transformed into something reminiscent of my younger years living in the panhandle.  It was there that I acquired a taste for smoked mullet.    Turns out smoked Kingfish is even better and a lot milder even with the Cajun spices used for seasoning.  Smoked Kingfish will keep for about a month without freezing.  I'll vacuum bag and freeze the left overs if there are any.  It was suggested that I use up the smoked meat as a substitute for canned tuna fish for sandwiches.  Dolphin or Mahi-Mahi as some prefer to call it is a relatively short season at the end of May and the first weeks of June.  After that it's mostly billfish; sailfish, marlin and bottom fishing if you can find the wrecks.  The other day while partying at a local sandbar with new friends the guy with the boat beached behind us hooked and jumped a tarpon.  It appeared to be about 30 lbs and it threw the hook on the first jump.  Most people don't know how to set the hook on a tarpon and do not put enough brute force into it.  Tarpon have very bony mouths and it's hard to get a good hook set if you don't give it your all.  Like the guide once told me, "John, you need to hit the tarpon as hard as you can and remember, nobody ever jerked the lips out of a tarpon".  We may go out in the morning looking for tarpon on the incoming tide when water clarity is highest.  George has several boats to choose from and all I do is put gas into them.  Hey, it's a lot cheaper than owning a boat, eh?  June is the height of tarpon season down here and so I expect we'll eventually get onto them.  There is also a big population of snook here in the Intracoastal Waterway.  The vast majority of Jupiter Island land is still bordered with mangroves and that's perfect habitat for snook.  It's from those tangled mangrove roots that snook can ambush their baitfish prey.  Also saw a manatee the other day.  It appeared to be a cow and her calf.  Suffice it to say there is an abundance of wildlife in this area.  Some of it is not indigenous to the area and is a result of people letting their exotic pets loose.

My original plan was to leave here in the 3rd week of June and head out west to the northern Rockies.  I'm not certain I'll be leaving then, though.  I'm really enjoying Hobe Sound and I'd really like to get into some snorkling and scuba diving.  I've had to order a new battery for my SeaDoo seascooter as I didn't heed the warning label on the original battery that it needs to be charged on a regular basis when not in use.  Out of sight, out of mind, I guess.  There is a new model out now that uses a lithium ion battery and charging that model isn't nearly as critical.  Tomorrow I'm heading down to a snorkling park at Jupiter Inlet.  They've built an artificial reef there and it is supposed to be full of exotic tropical fish species.  I'll update after my little outing and let you all know what I saw.  I do have an underwater housing for my new 12 megapixel Canon pocket camera and will be giving it a try soon.  I should be able to post picture attachments to these posts, which will be very cool.  The new camera will also shoot HD quality video, so hopefully I'll be able to edit and upload those as well.  I might have to do it through Youtube.  We'll see.

Went out on an actual date May 24th.  It was my first date since the divorce.  I took it slow and it was a good experience.  Florence is her name and I found her on an Internet dating service, POF.com.  Flo is a professional musician and plays keyboard and sings for her daily bread.  I won't be seeing her again given just how geographically undesirable she is living so far south, but it was really nice walking down the boardwalk at Pompano Beach holding hands.  It's been a very long time since I've gotten a kiss good night and it was then that I realized just how much I miss women.  This brings up the subject of finding a traveling companion.  I'm a little confused at the moment about whether or not I really want a traveling companion.  Right now I'm leaning towards, "not", but never say never, eh?  It would be fun to have someone to share it all with, but maybe it would be better to find new friends where ever I travel.  I seem to have a nack for it.  Not to mention, new friends are just a key stroke away on the Internet, not to mention I've got great Chofu Viking friends all over the country who would welcome me in their homes.  That's not the same thing, though.  I do hunger for female companionship and so I'm just now starting to re-invent myself as a single man.  I don't feel any urgency, though, and I'm taking my time.  Really, I've got other priorities on my mind like fishing and swimming my way back into shape.  Girls can wait for a little while longer.  In the meantime, I'll just remain open to all the possibilities of life and simply enjoy living.

I'm very happy with my choices so far and life is finally, once again, an adventure.  I still watch a lot of satellite TV and I'm still laughing out loud at 2 1/2 men while laying on the couch.  And I'm really looking forward to Charlie Sheen's new series called Anger Management.  I guess some things never change even when my house has wheels under it.  Again, I'm suffering for nothing.  

Sorry it's been so long since my last post.  I'll try to do better now that my laptop has mysteriously fixed itself and I once again have access to roadhogblog.

mb/jd

Here come the ducks...

One thing about being camped here at Flamingo Lake in Jax is the large spring fed pond and the ducks it attracts.  This might not mean much to any of you, but observing wild duck behavior on this little lake has been fascinating and a real treat for this ex-duck hunter.  Back in the day I was a decent shotgunner and I always bagged my fair share of game be it ducks, doves or quail.  I still enjoy the occasional trip to the sporting clays range to pretend hunt.  I can still swing a shotgun ok.  Sorry.  The point of the story isn't my prowess with a shotgun, but rather how exciting it is to watch ducks come and go from a lake.  There isn't anything comparable to being on a lake and watching the massive rafts of ducks get off the water just after sunrise.  In some areas of the country those flocks can black out the morning sky as if to delay sunrise.  There are few kinds of hunting that have the adrenelin thrill of ducks diving from high altitude down into your decoys.  This late afternoon I sat up front in the driver's seat of my motor home and watched large flocks of bluebills dive into our pond to roost for the night.  It's a real sight to see a whole flock make one unanimous move to set their wings and lose altitude at an alarming rate.  The wings set rigid in scemitar shapes ending in sharp pointed wing tips bent in arcs like sections of an umbrella.  When they get below the tree tops they level out and start veering this way and that looking for the perfect place to set down on the water.  I watched wishing they'd come closer to me to within shotgun range.  It was just an instinctive thought on my part.  I don't shoot ducks any more, but I still have an excited reaction to this kind of organized chaos with ducks diving this way and that.  Some of the ducks swam up close to the motor home and I was able to watch them at 20 feet.  Using my 8x binoculars I was able to view the tiniest details of their little bodies.  With bluebills and most other species the drakes get all the bright feathering.  With bluebills the contrast is mostly in black and white.  Drake bluebills also have bright golden eyes, blue hued bills and a distinctive bright white ring around the bill about 1/3 the way back.  From a long distance you can recognize bluebills by the drake's stark white belly.  There is no mistaking the drake.  The hen, on the other hand is much more subtle in her earth tones.  I would assume they are her camouflage for nesting on shorelines in northern Canada.  There was one hen that came within 20 feet of where I was sitting.  She'd dive in one quick motion and disappear for up to about 20 seconds all the while leaving a bubble trail up on the surface.  I never thought about it before, but it makes sense that a duck that naturally floats might need some help sinking and exhaling would be the solution.  Anyway, it was by watching the bubbles that I could keep track of a particular individual duck.  The markings on the hens are similar to blue wing teal and at one point I thought I might have a few teal mixed in with my bluebills.  I hope to see other species on the lake as the season progresses. 

 

On the same subject of ducks I did see something the other day I'd never seen before.  I saw a bald eagle trying to catch ducks that were sitting on the water.  The scene was reminiscent of dolphins attacking a pod of baitfish.  Every time the eagle swooped low the ducks would disperse in all directions flying or diving.  I suspect this game has a low rate of success for the eagles as the ducks seemed very adept at getting away.  I guess that's why duck populations are so strong today.  It was still a pretty dramatic scene, though, and with every dive the eagle made I didn't really know who to cheer on.  Initially, I found myself siding with the smaller, seeming underdog ducks.  But, as much as I love watching ducks I enjoy watching eagles and ospreys even more.  Both raptors have made a very strong come back in Florida.  Last winter it seemed that most everywhere I turned I was seeing both birds in significant numbers.  The most shocking eagle sighting was in Leesburg, Florida on a high traffic week day near downtown.  There is an eagle nesting on top of a light pole over the sidewalk on Hwy 441 and it seems oblivious to the people, trucks and cars.  Talk about adaptive.  While visiting a good friend in Tarpon Springs I walked Romeo one morning only to look up and see a bald eagle sitting on top of the house eye'ing my little 4 lb. maltese.  I wouldn't be surprised to learn of neighbors losing pets to that big fella.  If you've never been up close to a mature bald eagle they are magnificently large creatures with large talons and beaks to match their appetites.  When I mentioned eagles to a friend recently on the phone he told me of an eagle sighted eating a dead skunk on the side of the road.  While I've never seen anything like that I don't doubt his word.  I didn't really know if they scavenged, but now I do.

 

Changing the subject completely it's time to get estimates to fix the deer damage to the motor home.  I think I'll start the search for a suitable repair facility in Orlando and span out from there.  I've got an offer to stay with a fellow Viking, Ray B., in Orlando.  I've mentioned his name before as I stayed with good 'ole Ray last winter for several weeks.  We used a row boat and went out and caught lots of bass in the lake near his house.  Ray is a true fishing authority and I really enjoy fishing with him.  He's like having a free guide and I must say I'm always learning something from Ray.  I hope to get him out surf fishing at Canaveral towards the end of February.  It's past time to hit the rack, so I'll sign off now.

 

mb/jd

Where are the fish?

I've been in Jacksonville for nearly two weeks and have yet to catch a fish.  Well, that's not totally true.  What I should have said is I've not caught a fish on hook and line.  I did catch four mullet and four pinfish in a cast net the other day, but that's only bait.  What I've been doing with my time is trying to find the best places a man can fish from shore or from a kayak.  So far the most promising places are under bridges where tidal currents regulate fish habits.  Right now it looks like those bridges on Heckscher Drive look the most promising.  There is a little bait shop at Brown's Creek that is now near the top of my list.  For $2 you can fish from their little fishing dock.

Just got off the phone with good friend Ray down in Orlando and he's saying I should give an inlet a try before fishing the back country creeks.  For those of you who salt water fish you know there is a tremendous difference between the two kinds of habitat.  I'm going to heed Ray's advice and give Fort Clinch State Park a try tomorrow.  The tide/solunar tables are basically saying that tomorrow and the next day will be two of the five best fishing days in January.  We'll see what's what with Fort Clinch.  Their north shore where the fort overlooks the inlet looks to be a pretty perfect spot to fish from shore.  Having the fort within sight makes for some interesting scenery and might be considered a bonus.  I scouted the area last week and know the basic lay of the land.  The state has stabilized the shoreline with jetty rocks and they are piled parallel with the shoreline.  Between jetty rock segments are sand beaches where I can setup with my new beach cart.  I really should take a picture of it for show and tell here.  It will carry everything I need for a day of beach fishing.  I wish I could take Romeo with me, but Florida has placed a ban on dogs on their beaches no matter how small or cute.  So, there it is, then.  I'm fishing the Ft. Clinch inlet tomorrow on the falling tide using live shrimp and cut mullet for baits.  I can only hope to catch some live mullet, but if I do then they will be on all my hooks.  If there are fish there I'll find out starting at about 10 AM in the morning.  The tables are saying the lower the tide the better for tomorrow.  I never really knew how complicated fishing could be before I started salt water fishing last year.  Ray is a real wealth of fishing information about all kinds of species and habitats.  There was a time when all Ray wanted to do was fish.  While he's slowed down a bit since those prime years of the 80's he's still forgotten more about salt water fishing than most will ever learn.  I think when I get onto a good bite then Ray will be tempted to come on up from Orlando and wet a line.  But, it's up to me to figure out the lay of the land, so to speak.  I think I've scouted enough to state with confidence that I know most of the prime shoreline fishing locations along a 20 mile stretch starting from Amelia Island and working south.  The further south you go the more people you see fishing from old bridges and creek sides.  Ray's of the opinion that those folks really don't know what they are doing.  Yet, they seem to be ever present where ever fishing is allowed from bridges or piers.  They appear to be poor folks, mostly of color.  After living in the mountains of Arkansas for the last eight years seeing someone of a minority race became a rarity.  Down here in Jacksonville there much more diversity and I find myself welcoming the change.  It's fun to engage people in conversation and learn that our differences only make us more interesting.  

Today, at a public boat ramp I spoke with an interesting older couple about their travels.  They don't RV, but prefer to fly to their destinations and then rent cars for getting around.  We agreed that touring the West will be a spectacular thing to do.  They want to see Glacier and then work their way over to the Pacific coast pausing at Yosemite and Sequoia and then driving up the coast highway north to Olympic National Park and Seattle.  It didn't take much prodding from me to get them talking about their wonderful and less than wonderful experiences.  They did take a few minutes to enlighten me about reservation Indians, though.  They had a bad experience with groups of Indians in cars who were being confrontational.  I had heard that reservation Indians, especially the Navajo, were prone to confronting tourists in very unpleasant ways and here were two people who had been frightened.  If you frequent the RV discussion forums as much as I do you know there are always nightmare stories for the reading.  Personally, I really prefer to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, but I'm also aware enough to sense the potential for confrontation and avoid it.  If push came to shove I'm always packin', so I'm not one to stand idly by and let some punk kids rob me when I can defend myself.  I only have .22 pistols, but they make a loud bang, just not as loud as larger calibers.  If circumstances have degenerated to that extent then firing past someone's ear would, I imagine, get a positive reaction.  Anyway, the idea of hostile Indians does not bother me in the least and I'm not certain why I mentioned them here, except that in their case bad things did happen to good people.

I'll try to get back on tomorrow after my fishing expedition.  Hopefully, I'll have caught a few fish or maybe even a lot of fish.  See you soon.

mb/jd    

Departed Arkansas on Christmas eve...

I'm finally in Florida...

The days were getting colder and colder in Arkansas as December rolled in and the holidays approached.  It wasn't anything unusual for this time of the year, except that I was already supposed to be long gone and living the dream in the warmth of lower latitudes.  My first estimated departure date of July 1st was long behind me and the thought of predicting when I'd finally be road ready had become something of a self deprecating joke to me and my friends.  Turns out it is a lot easier planning on leaving one's life behind than to actually do it.  There is great comfort in falling asleep in a familiar bed and knowing where everything is in your own kitchen.  Even the view out the back of the house was compelling me to stay ever longer.  The bald eagles had already  arrived from their Canadian summer nesting grounds and they could be seen fishing below the house on Table Rock Lake.  Even the squirrels were fattened from the recent acorn crop and were already in their thick winter coats.  They were ready for the harsh winter to come.  December is a time of transition for the animals of NW Arkansas and it was time for me to make my own transition, south.

The days leading up to my departure were not without their own drama.  I managed to back the Dutch Star into a 3 foot deep ditch in front of the house, but managed to emerge without a scratch.  The incident required calling the emergency road service I had signed up for last April and it more than paid for itself with just this one incident.  All I can say is thank goodness for my Good Sam membership.  I won't bore you with the details, except to say that I am now a better judge of the coach's 250 inch wheel base.  The ditch incident did confirm the good decision to buy a Newmar Dutch Star as its heavy duty chassis and coach frame were now paying dividends.  One of the worst things you can subject a motor home to is a twisting motion.  I'm told they can't ever be straightened and they are never the same again.  There was no twisting in evidence during and after the episode.  I might have avoided some of my travails had I found a mentor early on, but that wasn't the case.  To this point I've made some mistakes some of which could have had much worse than they turned out.  I've been lucky.  These are very complex machines and there is no question that I was ill prepared for full-time motor homing, but the lure of the open road and starting a new life was just too much to resist.  I had the motor home and the retirement income to support the full-timer lifestyle, so I had run out of excuses for not getting on the road.  It was simply time.

The day I left NW Arkansas was clear and cold, but with the promise of a snow and ice on the northern horizon.  The front was sweeping across the mid-west as fronts always did that time of the year.  This was the weather I wanted to avoid and the few flurries of the previous weeks were mild compared to what was promised for Christmas day.  I left by crossing over into Missouri and cutting west over to I-540 S.  It would  have been a shorter routing to head due south down Hwy 65 through the heart of the Ozark Mountains, but being relatively inexperienced driving my over 17 ton behemoth I figured the fewer "steep and twisting" roads the better.  The interstate would afford me faster average cruising speeds, which would hopefully make up for the 100 mile longer route.  My first planned stop was supposed to be an Indian casino in Lula, MS and then on to my first cousin's place in the Delta of Mississippi, a town called Rosedale.  I didn't make it, but rather stopped at a rest stop on I-40 100 miles west of Little Rock and spent the night.  So, my first leg was shortened by half and I slept to the droning of tractor trailer diesels filling the air.  It wasn't all that bad and after deploying my satellite dish and watching a few episodes of Two and a Half Men on my DVR I could have slept through a tornado.  

Day two on the road consisted of driving straight through to cousin Vivia's house to deliver some of my mother's water color paintings.  Vivia is all about family and she and the males of my family are the end of the line for mother's, Lorance, side of the family.  It's interesting to me that a family name can come to such an abrupt end, but it has.  None of the four of us has had children, so that is that.  In retrospect I now wish I had accepted her invitation to stay and celebrate Christmas, but I didn't.  Instead, I took off south in pursuit of keeping a reservation date at an RV park in Jacksonville, Florida.  I was tired, but wanted to put some more miles behind me before stopping.  I had a standing invitation to stay with a friend in Ocean Springs, but I wouldn't make it that far.  I should have exercised more good sense and caution.  The first bad thing that happened was when my new GPS diverted onto a two lane back country highway with narrower than usual lanes and no painted lines marking the edge of the asphalt.  It was raining a bit when I dropped my front-right wheel off the hard surface and in a split second the mud was dragging me further into the roadside ditch.  I knew if my right rear wheels left the pavement my trip would be over.  Even with the obscured vision of rain on that moonless night I could see that the ditch was a very bad option.  I turned the wheel sharply to the left and when the right steer tire once again grabbed the asphalt it caused the motor home to dart into the oncoming lane.  With one giant sway and a slight fish tail I got the beast back under control.  I'm not normally one to dwell on the obvious, but in this instance I couldn't shake the feeling that had someone been coming from the other direction there would have been a head-on collision.  I doubt there are many accidents with small cars where the motor home is the biggest loser, so I'm just grateful the road was empty that night and that no one got hurt or killed.  The entire incident took no more than five seconds, but in those five seconds I developed a new respect for my motor home's destructive potential.  This is no gentle giant, but rather an accident looking for a place to happen should I drop my guard.  I'm reminded of a visit I made to Carthage, MO where I visited a motor home salvage yard.  I didn't think much of it at the time, but today I can't help but wonder just how many good people got hurt in those crushed and burned out hulks.  It was the motor home equivalent of an African elephant graveyard.  I have since vowed to take every reasonable precaution short of hiring a professional driver.  I drive 5-10 mph slower than the speed limit no matter the traffic and I don't hesitate to sound my dual air horns when someone isn't paying attention while merging into my lane.  I've surprised several drivers on their cell phones already and I guarantee they will pay closer attention in the future.  

 

The trip had smoothed out considerably after getting on the divided four lane US 98 south of Jackson, MS.  I've always enjoyed driving at night and while others had warned me about night driving I didn't really see any particularly wrong this time.  The traffic was very light mostly with commercial trucks heading home, I expect.  There was a misting drizzle in the air and my wipers were set to a slow intermittent speed.  At almost precisely 2:30 AM I saw the flash of a deer a split second before it impacted my front left quarter.  All I saw was a head, an outstretched neck and "her" front quarters.  The sound was very loud and a violent shudder could be felt through my seat.  I was only going 50 mph at the time, so slowing was easy and without incident.  The most interesting part of the experience was that I felt extreme calm in the aftermath.  I knew I had hit a deer, but I just instinctively knew everything was going to be OK.  I hadn't felt the deer go under the motor home and I could clearly see the Nissan had escaped unscathed in my rear view camera.  So, I didn't stop.  I felt sorry for the deer, but was glad to know she had not felt any pain.  One second she was alive and the next she was gone.  We should all be so lucky when it's our turn.  I kept going slowly feeling for anything in the steering wheel that was the least bit unusual.  It was only a few more miles before I limped into a truck stop and parked.  The damage to the front left of the motor home was moderate.  The doe took out the lights on that side and crushed quite a bit of fiberglass.  Had the deer traveled another two feet she would have taken out my generator and if she had fallen under the chassis she would have taken out my towed Nissan Pathfinder attached to the tow bar.  Yep, it could have been "2-fers" for the deer, so as unlucky as it was to hit the deer I was extremely lucky to have suffered only moderate coach damage.  I would still be able to keep my date in Jacksonville, albeit driving the next day with only one light.  I would be able to wait for repairs.  I was on a fishing mission and the fish weren't going to delay their southern migration for my motor home repairs.  As a practical matter the damage is nothing but an insurance claim and a $500 deductible.  It might be fixable without replacing the whole end cap, but I doubt it.  A good friend and fellow Viking down in Orlando is willing to put me up in his spare bedroom while the repairs are being done sometime in February.  He loves fishing as much as I do, so we'll be good roomies.  

 

I arrived at Flamingo Lake RV Resort late in the evening of December 26th.  I had kept my appointment and was happy to be here.  When I arrived they escorted me to my reserved spot in the back of the park.  I spent one night there and then asked to be upgraded to lake front where I am now.  My windshield now faces the fountain in the middle of what appears to be about a 10 acre lake.  I've not yet fished the lake, but I've seen large mouth bass in the five pound range.  The lake is spring fed and the water is gin clear, so the fish are easily spooked.  I'm going to wait for a perfect day and do some trolling behind my kayak.  The RV park surrounds the lake and it has a feel of community with about 80% of the residents being long timers.  I'll be here a month.

 

I've driven the 35 minutes to Amelia Island three times to reconnoiter fishing spots.  The water temps are falling with each cold night, so the bait fish are becoming more and more scarce.  The shrimp have ceased to run and are now hibernating in the mud along with the blue crabs.  At least that's what I "think" the shrimp do, but they may just head off shore to deeper, warmer water.  I'm not sure.  What I do know is that fishing is a totally different activity from catching.  I've been fishing once so far and got skunked.  There is a cafe across the lake and it has nightly entertainment from karaoke to Bingo.  I walked in on Bingo night and the smoke was so thick I couldn't stay.  I'm always amazed that older adults still smoke cigarettes, but they choked me out that night.  The cafe' makes a mean burger and fries and they have free delivery.  I tip well, so they like delivering to space E-62.  I met one of the cooks after hours sitting around a neighbor's camp fire.  Thomas is an affable 22 year old whose father is a good fisherman.  He's agreed to show me where his father fishes for reds and trout.  We just need a good day for the outing.  We're talking about prized family glory holes that are normally secretly guarded and not shared with other locals much less out of state tourists passing through the area.  We'll see how it pans out, but Thomas did give me a hint of the best location, "Hexter" road.  Tonight we've got a cold front moving through from the north and when it is once again warmish I'll go find Hexter Rd.  

 

I bought a rubberized wire crab trap the other day at an Amelia Island Walmart, but I think crab season might already be over this far north.  I baited it the other day with chicken necks and put it on the bottom by a roadside spillway where I was trout fishing.  I was told that location was thick with blue crabs, but after 3 hours I hadn't caught a single one.  I'll try again in another location and if I don't catch anything I'll put it up until March when the water gets warmer and the crabs emerge from their cubby holes in the mud.  I have found several other promising fishing locations at opposite ends of Amelia Island.  Both are within the confines of Florida state parks.  I'll report on my results at another posting.

 

Sorry I've neglected updating the Road Hog Blog to this point, but there wasn't really much to report prior to leaving Arkansas.  I'll do better from now on and I'll even start posting some videos and pics, bandwidth permitting.  The WiFi connection here in the park is intermittent at best and not reliable enough for long uploads.  I'll try.

 

Happy New Year,

 

John

Still in NW Arkansas, but not for long...

Hi Guys,

 

Fall is nearly upon me and I'm still in NW Arkansas.  Who knew it would take this long to get going?  Actually, lots of people did and they post to RV forums all the time.  I've been told by one guy that it took him two years to get prepared and head down the road.  That's fine for him and however long it takes for others to get it together is fine, too.  For me, I'm nearly there now and it's only taken 5 months.  Just yesterday I dropped off the whale at an independent mechanic's shop to have the chassis and engine work done.  I'm excited to find Chuck Thurman because he is not only capable of performing the work, but he's a nice person as well.  I believe he really does have my best interest at heart and when he's done with his part I'll have a motorhome of my dreams worthy and capable of transporting me to Wonderland. 

 

My whale was beached for six weeks at Coachlight RV service center up in Carthage, MO getting the bulk of the coach work done.  Just to give you an idea of the kinds of things I've had done here is a short list.  The list expanded to about 35 items in the end, but I won't go into that kind of detail.

 

1.  New roof

2.  New Dometic Penguin heat pumps x 2

3.  New backup camera and monitor

4.  New remote controlled spot light so powerful you can read a newspaper at 750 feet

5.  New HD articulating satellite dish

6.  New porcelain toilet with elongated bowl

7.  New LED 3D TV's x 2  (40" up front, 22" in bedroom)

8.  New dvr tuners x 2

9.  New under cabinet 8 cup coffee maker

10. New mount installed for gas BBQ

11. New gas line quick connection installed for BBQ

12. New slideout tray installed

13. New freezer installed on slideout tray (wired for both 110v and 12v)

14. New ICC lights (LED) all around the roof line

15. New windshield wipers and washer system

 

The rest of the stuff done at Coachlight was repairing or refurbishing components that were either close to expiring or were already in disrepair.  This is what happens when you buy a used motorhome and I fully expected to have to do this stuff.  Truth is this is the ONLY way I was going to get the motorhome I really want.  Even a factory new machine wouldn't have satisfied me, not for full-timing.  Those who go part-timing are much more easily satisfied.  The money is well spent and not a dime went towards being frivolous unless, of course, you consider new LED 3D TV's to be frivolous.  But, who ever it was who said motorhomes were bottomless holes to throw money into wasn't exaggerating all that much.  These are very complex machines with multiple systems that almost all have backups to add to the complexity.  They are much like airplanes and large boats in that regard.  Truth is I can't complain because when I finally embark on my new adventures I'll be traveling in a vehicle that is as close to perfect as a motorhome can be. 

 

Then there is the saga of the Blue Ox Tru-Center steering stabilizer.  Turns out the parts they sent would not mount on my chassis.  When I called I was informed that they do not have adapter kits for independent front suspensions and that if I wanted to still proceed with their equipment I'd have to drive up to NE Nebraska for a custom fit.  So, up to Pender, NE I drove and along the way I was reminded several times exactly why I was pursuing a steering stabilizer in the first place.  While driving on Hwy 9 I entered a long sweeping left hander at the speed limit, 60 mph.  The shoulder was gravel and about 8 feet wide.  Well, I dropped my front right wheel off the asphalt onto the gravel and the rocks started pulling me further and further to the right.  I was surprised at the reaction of the motorhome because it was heading to the ditch without any help from me.  I wrestled with the wheel and every time I would attempt to get the right side wheels back on the road they would only bounce off the asphalt lip and head once again towards the ditch.  The good news here is that I wasn't in Arkansas when this happened because Arkansas doesn't have 8 foot wide shoulders.  Instead, Arkansas has rock walls and sheer drop offs.  The motorhome's reaction to the soft shoulder was shocking, to put it mildly.  For a split second I had some doubts, but only for that moment.  As I slowed I was able to bring the beast better under control and I was able to get her back on the road.  There should be some special training required before someone is allowed to drive these 15 ton machines, but there aren't.  We're talking about 34,000 pounds of machinery with air brakes, big diesel pusher engines and road manners that make them a real hazard on the road.  I once asked a tech up at the Newmar factory why they didn't use thicker wood in the roof structure and he said, "we don't like it when our motorhomes tip over in the wind".  What can one really say?  I guess handling is secondary to other considerations when you put wheels under a house and roll it down the road.   

 

When I arrived up in Pender, NE I pulled into my designated parking space at the Blue Ox factory RV park.  There would be no charge for the stay and it was nice to have full hookups for the first time ever.  I just wished I hadn't left my sewer hose behind in AR.  I wasn't concerned, though, because I had a 45 gallon tank for black water and a 65 gallon tank for gray.  This would be the first time I would be able to actually live in my motorhome and I was excited to sample the traveling lifestyle.  I put down my jacks to level the coach, deployed the living room and bedroom slideouts and raised my new Dish Network HD satellite antennae.  For a few minutes there were electric motors whirring in all directions and I could feel my motorhome transforming into what it is really meant to be, a home.  Expanding the living room and bedroom by 3 feet is no small thing and I found that after just a short time I was really relaxing and feeling at home.  The 40" LED TV up front is plenty big when viewed up close and as much as I love my 72" TV at home this one would do very nicely as a substitute.  I spread out a throw on the couch and laid down to watch TV and realized something.  This isn't any different from lying on the couch at home.  If I wanted to continue to be a couch potato I could, but is that really what I wanted?  At that moment it was and I settled into a power nap with the History Channel playing in the background.  It was home.  Romeo, my little 4.9 lb Maltese also settled into his position lying against my legs further down the couch and he was content.  There would be no squirrels to chase this day, but he seemed ok with it all.

 

When morning came around I was escorted to the factory by Blue Ox's salesman, Mike.  Mike is an affable enough guy and had a great attitude.  I was made to feel welcome and given one of the factory pickup trucks to use while they worked on my Dutch Star.  Pender, Nebraska has a population of about two thousand with three gas stations, one restaurant, three bars and a tiny grocery store.  There is also an old, dated Rexall Drug Store on main street with a very old soda fountain that is no longer operational.  I was hoping for a cherry phosphate, but it wasn't happening.  They did serve ice cream cones along with their various sundries, but that's not the same thing, right?  Maybe in my future travels I'll be able to find a real soda fountain.  I hope so. 

 

For those who have never been to Nebraska let me tell you there is a reason the University teams are called, "Corn Huskers".  For hundreds of miles I saw nothing but corn and soybean fields in every direction for as far as the eye could see.  This was mid western agriculture at its corporate best.  It is truly staggering to see so much food being grown.  And I'm convinced that if we turned our attention to it we could, in fact, feed the entire world.  Every now and again along the road I'd see evidence of the other thing Nebraska is famous for, pheasant.  I quit hunting a long time ago, but I must say when I saw pheasant flying across the road my old instinct surfaced and I would mentally lead the birds and, boom, shoot my imaginary shotgun.  I still own guns, three of which are shotguns.  I'm going to take them along when I full-time because I still enjoy shooting at guns clubs when the opportunity presents itself.  But, if I had someone pulling on my arm and dragging me to a pheasant field to shoot over someone's setters and pointers I must say I'd be tempted.  I don't have anything against hunting, to be honest.  I quit only because I lost the lust for the kill.  Killing just isn't in me these days or I don't think it is.  I could make an exception, though.  After all, what's the difference in killing a fish I catch versus a warm blooded animal that flies or lives in the woods?  Actually, I'm at a point in my life when I don't even like to put live crabs, crawfish or lobster into boiling water.  I do it, anyway, and that's about all I can say about that.  Killing animals (mammals, fish, birds, reptiles and certain insects) isn't my favorite thing to do, but we all do it either by proxy or by our own hands.  Death, it turns out, is as much a part of life as anything and to deny our role in Nature is to not really face reality head on.  I'm not saying that we should all experience a beef slaughter house or that we should embrace blood letting for just any reason.  All I'm saying is that killing isn't inherently a bad thing.  From my perspective animals were put on earth to live at our convenience.  They deserve a certain amount of respect for giving their all for our sustenance.  If this doesn't sit well with you then I'm sorry.  

 

It took from Tuesday morning to Friday afternoon late to get the steering stabilizer sorted out.  Saturday morning I pulled out onto the highway once more and headed back south.  I'd need to calculate a new route, though, because with all the flooding from the Missouri River I-29 is closed north of Rockport.  Going north I had to detour over four hours to get around the flooding and the trip had taken a lot longer than I had originally anticipated.  The only really cool thing I saw driving through the rolling hills was a wind farm.  I had never really seen a huge wind generator in person and they are truly massive.  The base of the tapered pole looked to be 10 feet wide and I don't know how long each blade was, but they appeared to be close to 60-80 feet in length.  These beautiful white sentinels of the prairie could be seen from a great distance and they are so huge that they appear to be turning in slow motion.  I don't know that I'd want those things in my back yard, but they would be preferable to a nuclear plant or a coal fueled power station.  I wanted to take pics and video of the windmill farm, but the traffic was heavy given so many cars and tractor trailers were having to detour.  I can tell you the local law was having a field day writing speeding tickets to all those less patient drivers having to endure their own time delays.  That was about the only positive thing I saw as a result of the flooding, increased revenues for the locals due to detours.  My new GPS would have informed me of the flooding problem had it not crapped out 20 minutes into the journey.  It's going back to the factory.  I had plenty of maps on hand, so navigating the countryside of AR, MO, KS and NE was not a problem.  It was kind of nice to not have to listen to that female voice, "left turn in one quarter mile", "left turn ahead", "please make a U-turn ahead and resume on the original course".  Following turn directions from a computer voice is one thing, but it's more Zen to go it with maps.  I will buy another GPS because they are easier, but it was almost nostalgic to use the maps once again.  

 

It didn't take long after heading south out of Pender for me to realize the true value of the steering modification installed at the factory.  The Blue Ox Tru-Center steering stabilizer is a miracle of technological achievement and it has transformed my motorhome into a road worthy and safer coach.  Most all of the coach's tendency to wander is now gone.  Further, with the "on the fly" recentering feature I can make little adjustments in steering pressure to compensate for stiff crosswinds and changing crowns (slope of roadway) on the highway.  I found I could finally relax while driving and was grateful for the positive feedback I was getting from the steering.  If nothing else I felt safer.  It's my opinion that no motorhome should ever be allowed to leave the factory without one of these installed.  That's how strongly I feel about steering stabilizers.  I pulled into a space at our home RV park in the late afternoon Sunday.  It was an almost uneventful two day drive.  One thing I found curious, though.  When I crossed over into Kansas the color of the asphalt road changed from black to red.  It was kinda cool and unexpected.

 

I took the Dutch Star to Springdale, AR yesterday and dropped it at a diesel/chassis mechanic's shop.  He's going to do the last of the work to the motorhome.  He's going to service the chassis and engine and then install my Banks Engineering Turbo Power Pak.  When I bring it home next week I'll start provisioning from the house and prepare for the long term prospects of the open road.  Today I got the Nissan Pathfinder 4x4 out of the shop and I'm pleased to report the new drive shaft de-coupler works.  All that's left to do on the Nissan is to install the Thule (pronounced TuLee) kayak rack, install the Brake Buddy aux brake system in the Nissan and find some magnetic tail lights I can mount at the rear.  I'm hoping I can figure out all the last stuff by myself.  We'll see.

 

I know those of you who are following this blog are not here to read about all the preparations leading up to my official launch, but that's all I've had to write about to this point.  It's the middle of September now and I'm thinking I'm going to change up my itinerary due to getting a late start.  Since it could start snowing in the Rockies any time now I'm thinking South and not North.  Even up in Pender the nights were brisk and I had to run my heat pumps to stay comfortable.  I'm thinking that Glacier, Yellowstone, Yosemite, Zion and all those other Western National Parks will have to wait until 2012.  Today I'm shopping for RV parks down in the Florida Keys and that turning away from the mountains at this point is a good idea, anyway.  Truth is I'm in no shape to hike in the mountains.  They would be way too taxing on my out of shape body.  I'm now thinking the best exercise I can get is in the clear azure waters of the Keys.  So, I'm going to spend most of this Fall and Winter down in the Florida sunshine scuba diving, snorkeling, spearfishing and fishing.  I don't expect to lose all my weight by Spring, but I do expect to be in a lot better physical condition by then.  We'll see.  I should be in good enough condition to then go to the Rockies and play in the National Parks. 

 

I've been a certified scuba diver since 1969 and back in 1988 I took a refresher course that brought me back up to speed.  Since then the regs have changed and you now have to get an Advanced Open Water Certification if you plan on diving deeper than 60 feet.  And if you're going to enter a wreck you have to have a dive computer with you.  Apparently they've had a number of accidents and came to the realization that better training was the answer.  I see it as an opportunity to better my skills.  I called a dive shop down in Ft. Lauderdale and was quoted $450 for their Advanced course.  I called locally and the price was $175.  I'm taking the course here.  It's a two day course with five total dives and I get to pick my modules.  I just wish I fit into my wet suit a little better right now because the temperature drops below the thermocline in Beaver Lake to a chilly 67 degrees.  Brrr.  Maybe they'll have a big boy wet suit I can rent for the time being.  I won't need one down in the Keys until later this year and even then my thin 3mm shorty wet suit will be adequate.  

 

I called an old friend from the mid 60's who was my older brother's best friend.  His name is JR or Johnny.  JR and my deceased brother, Bill, used to do everything together be it hunting and fishing.  JR has lived on Key Marathon for the last 32 years and his backyard is the Atlantic Ocean, which is very cool, indeed.  He's a true authority on Keys fishing and diving and I'll be following his lead, at least at first.  He told me to come down and he'd help me fill my new freezer with lobster tails.  All I can say is YIPPEEE!!  I love lobster, even the spiny lobster of the Keys and it's on my diet.  YES!!  I'll just cut back a little on the garlic butter.  I'm really looking forward to learning the ropes from Johnny.  When I talk with him I hear a lot of my brother's voice in his.  And that's a nice thing.  I can't wait to get wet down there.  I've got everything I need to refurbish my speargun and I'll be doing that today.  My other equipment is a little dated, but it's in good enough shape that I will not be replacing anything, except my mask.  The silicone is discolored and opaque looking and I expect the strap is going to break soon.  My fins are still in good shape, but they are an older technology.  I will probably replace them sometime down the road.

 

My next post to this blog will be after I've launched and I'm on my way East.  I was thinking about a detour up to the Chesapeake Bay area to fish for stripers and eat some fresh blue crabs and dungeness crabs.  It would almost be worth it to make the trip to Baltimore just to eat at that "all you can eat" crab house I know about.  I guarantee they'll lose money on me at $22.  I believe I can digest crab faster than I can eat it.  Dungeness are special in that they hold a lot more meat than blue crabs.  But, like any crab if you don't know "how" to eat them then it is less than a labor of love.  Back in the mid-70's I went to a little crab shack outside of Sarasota and I met an elderly man who took pity on me and taught me the correct, most efficient way to eat blue crabs.  I enjoy teaching the technique to others.  Knowing how to eat crabs properly is a real relief if one loves crabs the way I do.  So, if you'd like to join me sometime I'll be happy to show you the path to crab heaven.

 

My Best,

 

John