Hike, hiking and more hiking

Today I woke up to Santa Ana winds blowing around the Inland Empire and our neighborhood at near 30 mph. Still, the dog got walked and before long I yearned for a hike with some elevation gain.

Almost forgot. Patti is just recovering from the flu and I am into my second day with the flu but, also on the recovery. Yes I’ve had my flu shot.

Walker canyon is local and easy to get to. Just off Lake on the 91 freeway.

“Thank you, thank you” my first thoughts of the still New Year after the day is started and sorted out.

The motivation: Camino Portuguese training; elevation gain to test our current fitness level and medicinal purposes.

The trail: Forest trail like dirt/rock. Recent site of one of the best California poppy fields viewing area in the state.

Today’s stats and Route

The new Gaia app works well even in airplane mode. As you can see it easily tracked us on our hike both in cell and airplane mode.

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Holiday Season 2019, Thankful Things

  • There are so many things for me to be thankful for in 2019, that separating the material from the non materialistic things is proving a little challenging. Such a great outcome of this little story that I plan on adding this task to my yearly bucket list. So please feel free to read on.
  • Reflecting on growing up in a two parent household with a stay at home mom; hardworking and energetic parents – tops my list. It’s because of them and the great choices I made along the way that I believe I am now living a comfortable and happy life in retirement. In 2018, losing my mother as the oldest sibling was a truly heart wrenching and very emotional experience.
  • Choosing to walk long distances tends to heal all with time and so also tops my list as giving me a reason for my being.
  • This year I walked the Caamino Francés and a new Camino in Costa Rica. Yes, by walking I am referring to completing a trail or a camino all at once from its designated start to designated finish. The lessons that this walking experience teaches are priceless and life changing. First the experience works on your body, and then on your mind and finally on your soul. Once you return to civilization you will yearn for more. My soulmate and I plan on a 2020 Camino Portuguese. Plenty more to follow.
  • Finding and marrying a soulmate after a third attempt also tops my list. Apparently this experience doesn’t happen to just everyone so, when it does it should be celebrated at every opportunity. The working world does have a way of attempting to extinguish the flame but, when both people realize that what they have is rare and not evenly handed out then; the only regret should be the allotted time left together will never be quite as long enough.
  • Having grandchildren in life is truly a rewarding experience. Just go in knowing full well that you will get sucked in and then spit out at the other end before you know it.
  • Once again I believe that making wise choices may have given me a healthy mind and body. Having your health in your later years is “everything.” Fortunately for some it’s never too late to get started.

    And yes my dear it’s not always a bad thing to stir the pot once in a while so long as positive results come out of it. Sort of like a second awakening, a coming through a Baja bash unscathed and with a new perspective on life and experiences that you could never in your wildest dreams have thought possible.

    And now what better words to convey the essence of a life well lived than by reading the lyrics of “TIME” by Pink Floyd.

    “You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
    And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
    No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
    So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
    Racing around to come up behind you again.
    The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older,
    Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
    Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
    So that my friends is my short list as we near the close of 2019, the day after Thanksgiving. Truly one day of the year that we should all take the time to reflect on the other important little things in life. The non material things.

    Have a happy and prosperous 2019/2020.

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    Route 66, Roy’s Cafe Lighting, Fly-In and Vintage Military Vehicles

    A big shout out and a military salute to Albert Okura, founder and CEO of the Juan Pollo restaurant chain. Albert is our clubs benefactor and long time friend. By club I am referring to the Inland Empire Military Vehicle’s Preservation Association – IEMVPA

    WANTED NEW MEMBERS – the old ones are Vietnam war era and before we start losing them we need replacements. Must have a military vehicle or be in the process of procuring one.

    Unless you are into Route 66 history, a private airplane owner and pilot, Route 66 history buff or into WWII era military vehicles or even knowledgeable about the McDonald’s hamburger museum in San Bernardino then you may not know about the annual fly in or some some of the following:

    This past weekend we rocked out with a camp over at Roy’s Cafe with the one of the highlights being the relighting of the neon sign that has sat silent for decades since the decline of traffic on Route 66. Roy’s Cafe and Diner is located in a town called Amboy and is owned by Albert Okura.

    Yes Albert now owns this town; formerly a water stop for the Pacific Railway. It was told to me that back when trains were powered by steam they needed lots of water to make steam. With steam they could run all day so water stops were spread out every 30 miles.

    Water stop towns such as Amboy were created. The next town I believe started with a B and the following one with with a C and the next one with a D; to keep things simple for the train engineers.

    Today all that remains available from Amboy is Rose Café a restaurant a motel a gas station a gift shop and right across the street is the Amboy post office.

    Several miles away is the Amboy crater. Yes a crater to hike on, estimated to be 79,000 years old. Lava flows as old as Amboy Crater itself now blanket the surrounding area. The most recent eruption was approximately 10,000 years ago and the next probably by the time we get to Mars.

    The volcanic crater is 944 ft (288 m) above sea level, about 250 ft (76 m) above the surrounding basalt lava plains. So go climb yourselves a volcano and then stop in at Roy’s Cafe.

    The scenic and solitary Amboy Crater was a popular sight and stop for travelers on Route 66 before the opening of Route 40 in 1973 just one year before my teenage road trip across America in a new VW beetle. I have no idea if we ever made it this far but, we did reach Flagstaff and hiked the Grand Canyon.

    Okura is just one of many along Route 66 from Santa Monica to Chicago that is working to preserve and restore a vital part of Americana auto history. Just one town at a time. The Japanese when asked why they want to visit Route 66 responded by saying that they want to see what young (200 years old) America was able to build in such a short time. Others from even the Czech Republic Route 66 club have visited Roy’s as their club poster is proudly displayed.

    Our vintage military vehicles club was invited to partake in the fly in and the lighting ceremony that may become an annual event. See the flyer below. And if you get a chance buy his book and read how Albert did it.

    Thankfully for all of us on the ground airplanes have a way better maintenance schedule that is not taken for granted unlike some military jeeps on our convoy.

    Our delay started out with a starter issue on an MB jeep that evolved into a battery issue that ended up resolved with a new regulator. Five auto part stores in Barstow within a five mile radius and no one seemed to have any jeep parts we needed.

    With our first vehicles problem resolved and the start of our return trip on the mother of all roads Route 66; the second MB military jeep problem reared its ugly head. This time a lose driveline on account of badly worn u joints.

    Ujoints connect yokes that also allow drive shafts to move fore and aft as vehicles go over bumps or dips in the road, which effectively shortens or lengthens the shaft.

    Since military vehicles are four wheel drive we have front and rear drivelines. Only problem was this 1944 MB jeep was modified so that a new front driveline was never installed. If it was then he could’ve just driven it home as a front wheel drive vehicle.

    Several pilots roamed into our fire circle the first night. The first pilot was an older gentleman wearing a cowboy hat. On his way to a pilot group get together he brought us a box full of chocolates. He began by saying that “life was like a box of chocolates”.

    Just kidding. I will not now go down the path of making fun of any of these pilots for they truly earned it on this fly in. Some even landed on the mother road. Most slept in or out of a tent right by or even under their personal airplanes.

    The second pilot that wandered into our fire ring circle was a 24-year-old female carrying an unopened box of Oreos. This girl should make her parents or grandparents proud. She said bought her airplane for $24,000 is an engineer by trade works for NASA and on top of that owns two airplanes which she stores in a hangar in Mojave. I know. I know. My two airplane junkies nephews are probably thinking not if she is single and available but, wondering what the second plane looks is. WANTED WOMAN WITH PLANE. Please send pictures of plane.

    The convoy stopped at the Route 66 museum in Victorville. Definitely worth a visit. More memorabilia than you can find for hundreds, if not a thousand miles on Route 66.

    Now go get your kicks on Route 66.

    Get Your Kicks on) Route 66” is a popular rhythm and blues song composed in 1946 by American songwriter Bobby Troup.

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    Cabo at Work and Mi Casa

    The waiter like most in classy restaurants introduces himself to Patti and I; by welcoming us and asking if this is our first visit to Cabo and the restaurant. Why no of course; and don’t you remember me, I respond- I remember you?

    Without so much as missing a beat he begins by adding that he’s worked at Mi Casa for the past twenty four years.

    I begin to wonder if he gets asked this same question allot but, then (maybe he does) as he quickly pulls out this well worn and laminated picture of himself in his white clean and pressed waiter shirt.

    Mi Casa su Casa is one of our favorite stops while visiting Cabo. Another is the “Office “.

    Something about the atmosphere in Baja, the open air seating, the simple decor, bright colors that add to deliciously tasty prepared meals and the margaritas; the freshest caught seafood and always great seeing the lady making your fresh homemade hand tossed tortillas.

    And this guy is ready to go to work. Only to him he approaches it always with a smile.

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    SDJC Death Valley Jeep Trip

    My wife Patti and nephew cancelled out on this 2019 three day Death Valley jeep trip with the San Diego Jeep Club (SDJC) also known as the Rick Henton Memorial Day Run. So here cheerfully submitted is my trip write up to all.

    Before and after General Store. Maybe one day it will become a Family Dollar if the mine makes a comeback.

    The plan was to meet and camp out at Ballarat, (Trona) California, ghost town on day one of four. Days two and three Death Valley and Panamint, California.

    In the span of a three day Veterans Day weekend we visited several ghost and mining towns, some not all partook of the homemade moonshine, and I unfortunately missed out on some prime rib going around.

    The jeep group visited and explored places like the Barker Ranch where Charles Manson was captured; we attempted and partially succeeded in a potluck dinner after getting threatened with $240 tickets by a park ranger for parking, potlocking and possibly harassing a fifth wheel camper out of their turn about on their private camp spot culdesac. More to this story than times allow.

    We came across and conquered Titus canyon with a fair amount of dust raising and we almost got to visit Ubehebe Crater – as was planned.

    Apart from a visiting Trailhawk from Arizona aka Renegade Jeep that caught an errant rock this busting a rear differential and needed a real jeep towing – the trip was damage and mechanically free for all courtesy of Rick Henton.

    An extremely well planned and executed outing with a salute out to the clubs Trail boss – Mike Mattern.

    Years ago I helped a friend deliver a 50 foot powerboat to San Diego. When we finally arrived and walked up the dock to the gate there stood a sign declaring that this yacht club was the friendliest yacht club in all of San Diego.

    What is it about San Diego? My exact thoughts about the SDJC – by far the best and also the friendliest!

    This Veterans Day weekend was my first outing with the San Diego Jeep Club and let me say that the founder, leadership and present board can be extremely proud of its current membership and the way a newcomer is made to feel.

    At least half a dozen new first time members made this club run. I believe I counted twenty four jeeps including three Renegade Trailhawk jeeps.

    The first day had us mingling with miners and mule team drivers. Correct. The miners hobby was to go in and explore old mines. These guys were the loudest campers but, played some good music – after once again cheating death after their mine outings.

    The mule team drivers unbeknownst to the rest of us were on hand to partake in a twenty horse team or more mule team wagon recreation event for the tourist.

    If you are not familiar twenty mule teams were teams of eighteen mules and two horses attached to large wagons that transported borax out of Death Valley from 1883 to 1889.

    I started to hitch my mojito jeep to the wagon to see how easy it pulled but, old age seems to be mellowing me out.

    In the old days your laundry soap to get to you first traveled from mines across the Mojave Desert to the nearest railroad spur, 165 miles (275 km) away in Mojave. The routes were from the Harmony and Amargosa Borax Works to Daggett, California, and later Mojave, California.

    After Harmony and Amargosa shut down in 1888, the mule team’s route was moved to the mines at Borate, 3 miles east of Calico, back to Daggett.

    There they worked from 1891 until 1898 when they were replaced by the Borate and Daggett Railroad.

    And now I’m home, the jeep is clean inside and outside, the belly is fed and I’m also clean. So why travel all that distance to join like minded people with like minded jeeps? Must be something still in us from days gone by and the pioneering spirit that built this country. I unfortunately never got a chance to meet Rick Henton but, you can be sure that his spirit was with us this 2019 Veterans Day as we continue to honor our military veterans who serve and served in our nation’s armed forces.

    God bless America

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    Maintenance Physical and More

    This morning on my drive to obtain a physical I roll over on the road a recent road kill – a raccoon. The poor critter was probably in the prime of life- like me now; when he made just one fatal choice to cross a country road during rush hour.

    This raccoon road kill brought me back to years ago while in my early twenties. Mike Hardy and I were in USAF Survival school at the time. We were heading to town (Spokane, Washington) population then somewhat in the 300 thousand range. To me coming from Miami and Mike from New Jersey; this was a small town.

    We drove the road into town from Airway Heights, a yet smaller town just outside of Fairchild AFB.

    Suddenly up ahead Mike spots not one but two roadkills. One a rattler and the other a raccoon. Possibly ran over during low light hours. We stop to access the carcasses and determine that the six foot rattler is a fresh kill and deserving of a skinning and an eating.

    While Mike works on the rattler I make a decision that a Daniel Boone type cap can easily be made with the carcass now in front of me. We finish the task at hand and place the remains in the bed of my 1966? International 4×4 pick up truck.

    That evening as we drink beer and bbq a rattler I remember running around the yard acting like Daniel Boone fighting off a band of Indians. If you are not familiar with Boone he as a young adult, supplemented his farm income by hunting and trapping around the year 1775.

    I’ve since lost track of that ‘coon cap but, still have one on my shelf. Perhaps a reminder of when life was simpler and two young men skinning a snake on the side of a road to eat was not such a big deal. No photos to post, no big drama story that needed to be embellished.

    Perhaps my walking down the middle of a river yesterday for exercise with my nephew was not such a big deal but, the memories can last a lifetime.

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    Jeep Camping Pismo Jeepfest

    She’s come a long way I silently think to myself. Now when pulling a big hill on our new 2019 Jeep JL or dropping down to the other side of yet another mountain range the progressively louder breathing noises emitting from my Patti are down to a low rumble. Maybe it’s my bad right ear. Don’t hear quite as good as I used to.

    There is absolutely no way I could accurately describe or write down the sounds for you.

    For the retired this is our lives. If planned, well then travel, places to visit, things to do happen. Without planning and venturing further and further from home we just continue to live our daily lives.

    Something like Ahhhhhh, Ohhhhhh. Possibly vowel sounds spoken aloud?

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    A Retirement Story

    Most retirees enjoy a good hobby or two. Some become so passionate in their hobbies that it consumes their every waking and possibly even napping moments. I’m not one of them and neither is my new friend Hugo. We both share a love of military vehicles and that is why we joined a club in San Bernardino devoted to the preservation of military vehicles. The Inland Empire Military Vehicle Preservation Group is sad to say a dying club. Simply put not enough young people are interested in keeping the tradition alive. Unlike Hugo who goes all out in restoring to its original condition both a fighting US and a British personnel transporter I prefer to keep the memories alive by supporting the club in my own way.

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