Sunday, September 17, 2017

The Good, Bad and Ugly of Returning Home to East Texas

     An IRS audit tax notice was waiting for me in East Texas with a reply due date of last week! Good reason to hurry through New Mexico and Texas' Guadalupe Mountains National Park on my way home. Took this photo while driving . . . . see how clean my window looks? Hold that thought.

     Enroute home I took a short cut on a 10-mile gravel road, driving less than 15 mph, headed toward East Texas. A nearby farmer on a tractor gave me a huge smile and wave. Probably hadn't seen a visitor on his road (below photo) for a long while. Even the cows stopped eating grass and stared at me. Overheard one cow say to the others "Mable, Bessie, looky here! a visitor!"

     Closer to the southeast corridor of Texas, I realized the semi-annual "lovebug fest" was in full force. This is one reason I rarely return to East Texas before October 1 each year (below photo is interior shot of windshield).

     An hour later, my windshield was really ugly (below photo is exterior shot). Stopped at a gas station to wash the window but if you're familiar with lovebugs, you know a mere wash won't work. A solvent foam (let it soak overnight) and a pressure washer are the only things that will work.

     Had to drive the last 20 miles home with my face six inches away from the least obscured part of the windshield.

     My neighbor Chef Jim welcomed me home with a fantastic steak and shrimp dinner and my sister reminded me to check for snakes which are displaced and seem to move near homes following a major rain storm (my place had more than 12" of rain from Hurricane Harvey). Yes, I kill snakes that slither onto my property, copperheads mostly. In the woods, I leave them be. So I dusted off my BB gun which I keep handy inside the front door and did a practice shot. I used it just last April when there was a big snake on my front doorstep. See my first practice shot from 40 feet away (photo below)? An inch away from the bulls-eye.

     By the way, I never owned a gun until I moved to Texas. When I noticed there's lots of snakes in East Texas that slither onto my property, I went to Walmarts about 25 years ago and asked the gun clerk to show me one of their BB guns. She asked me, "How old is the child you're buying the gun for?" And I nonchalantly replied, "Forty-one".
     So far, no snakes. The only critters that have taken over my place are friendly mud-daubbers which built their pretty tubal nests on a bird-box at my front door (had stuffed the hole with paper to deter nasty red wasps a few years ago).

     It was also good to see good friends Sally and Boyce again. They take care of Topaz for me. Sally was anxious to ride Boyce's new horse in a more challenging environment so she loaded my horse Topaz (white Arabian on left) and Babe (chestnut Missouri Fox Trotter on right) and trailered them near my place. Sally is trying something new, a red bug-collar, works similar to bug-collars for cats and dogs.

     The reason she wanted to ride Babe was to "test" whether Babe would take advantage of Boyce's good nature. Hubby Boyce is a major softy and some horses (and people) take advantage of his loving good nature.

     Topy was in good form and we had an enjoyable ride. See her ears in photo below? She's paying attention; that's what I love about her, despite being 26 years old, she's always alert, eager and willing to go and explore. 

     Although it was a good ride, it was too hot! Almost 90 degrees when we quit with 90 percent humidity. The sweat on Topy made her white hair look gray!

      Sally finished her ride with a couple little scratches on her cheek. There's a pretty curvy woodsy single-file path that begs for a fast-paced trot. I don't even have to encourage Topy, she trots fast on her own. And if you don't duck low or fast enough on a horse that's zig-zagging on that pretty woodsy path, tree twigs hit your face, arms, legs, etc. Whew-hoo!! Love it! I've had my share of scratches too :)

     And waiting for me at home was a USPS priority box from mon ami Chef Renauld de Montana, a huckleberry cheesecake made with Montana wild huckleberries, peaches and Amaretto! He makes his wonderfully unique cheesecakes with very little sugar so there's zero-guilt on my part :)

Yes, good to be home despite the bad (IRS) and the ugly (lovebugs).

Thursday, September 14, 2017

Mexico's Inside Passage

     Two weeks ago I drove to Phoenix and met up with 17 divers (total strangers) to dive the Sea of Cortez for one week in a liveaboard boat.  All my previous dives were in Caribbean waters, so this dive in Pacific waters was a new experience for me. Two vans/trailers hauled us and our gear to Puerto Peñasco, Mexico to board our boat

Tropical Storm Lidia was exiting the area, so we had to postpone our departure time for 12 hours.

     I've titled this post "Mexico's Inside Passage" because the Gulf of California (Sea of Cortez) is as scenic but in a different way as Alaska's Inside Passage. Take a look at the terrain near two of our dives.

     We cruised the mountainous upper portion of the Gulf of California, but the lower portion is just as mountainous.

This area is sparsely populated and very rocky.

In the middle of nowhere, a rocky monolith! Suspect it's about 400 feet high.

Always a surprising view.

We dived at the base of this rocky island (below photo).

Sunrise on the rocks is spectacular.

Waited a few minutes for this fleeting shot . . .

Very rocky and very mountainous . . .

Not much vegetation; succulents and cacti.

Sunsets were spectacular.

Couldn't decide which sunset to share, so will share them all.

This cloud at sunset looks like a UFO, eh?

This is a western sky at sunset . . . 

But the eastern sky at sunset was sometimes just as beautiful.

Looks like a distant rain shower, but it didn't rain on us.

Another sunrise . . .

The regular morning shows never got boring. 

Evening shows didn't get boring either.

     Now y'all understand the title of this post, eh? Oops, forgot to mention our friends the brown boobies which accompanied us.

     My roommate Brandee (below photo) is a Californian; most of the group lives in California. She brought a DVD of "Sea Hunt" episodes for us to watch since many of us were highly influenced by this 1950s syndicated TV show.

     Four times each day (beginning at 7 AM), we boarded a raft in three groups spaced 15 minutes apart to go diving for an hour. 

I was in good company!

     Judy and Mac (photo below) got together about 15 years ago online; each was looking for a dive partner and they got lucky.

     Connie (below right) and her Mom, Edie, have been diving and training together since Edie became certified at age 58 (she's 74 now).

The grandest lady is Eva, who will be 79 on October 3 next month.

And the baby of our group? Marco (on right) is 47 years old. Blaine (on left) is 60 years old.

Saw two Orca Whales!

I switched to video mode on my camera . . . the tail slapping orca whale was about 50 yards away from our boat.


     Besides diving, we all got a chance to snorkel with a whale shark (click here for Marco's wonderful video). I swam/snorkeled for about 80 yards a few feet above a whale shark that was probably at least 25 feet long. They are amazing gentle giants.

     And diving with sea lions was a first time for me (click here for Marco's video of sea lions). They are similar to playful puppies, always doing something cute. Big ones, medium ones, and little ones diving all around us human divers. One nipped a diver's fin to get a reaction, two seals did a 69-position by grabbing each other's tail (there's a tiny tail between the back fins) and played a game of "ring around the rosy" (very fast circles!), plus they'd zoom around like torpedoes sometimes (very acrobatic), and several zoomed within inches of my mask to see who would flinch first, me or them; one showed his teeth, laughing at me I hope! I'd laugh at them often but with a regulator in my mouth, had to stifle my laugh!

     Watched an octopus re-arrange shells at the opening of his/her lair. Didn't see the entire octopus; they're very elusive in their hide-outs. Saw a couple of turtles too (click here for Marco's video of turtle). Saw a couple of green moray eels at the openings of their lairs, too. 

     Marco graciously agreed to share his Instagram underwater photos since I don't want to bother with an underwater camera (click here).

     And last but not the least of all the exciting moments, a full moon!

Another shot a bit later with a glass of wine.

Thursday, August 31, 2017

Stymied by a Heat Wave

     My butterfly ways are caput due to an "excessive" heat wave inland southern California all the way to Arizona. Foggy 55 degree mornings like this . . . 

. . . are in the past.

I've been meandering (stalling too) on cool and beautiful coastal roads near Santa Maria, California.

     I had planned to visit more inland California, such as the Sequoia National Park, but the heat wave resulted in switching to Plan B.

     Route 166 from Santa Maria to Maricopa, California "The Golden State" is Plan B and it's another golden land of beauty.

     Thousands of acres of crops, grapes, berries and orchards of fruit are grown in this valley. When I passed by at 10 AM it was 95 degrees in the shade, and there were many workers out on the fields.

     Plan B is to avoid the excessive heat wave while enroute to Phoenix  where it's 110 degrees. Tehachapi, California (near Bakersfield), is only 93 degrees so I spent a night at a campground there, and it rained with 25 mph winds . . . 

. . . . with pea-size hail!

     PS: This is a quicky post. I depart temporarily from posting for the next week or two but not to worry. I'm meeting SCUBA folks in Phoenix for a week's adventure in the Gulf of California (also known as the Sea of Cortez). We'll be shuttled to Puerto Peñasco, Mexico via two vans/trailers to board a boat.