Picacho Peak

When I think of the Civil War I think of Georgia and South Carolina. I think of Fort Sumter. I think of Atlanta and "Gone With the Wind". When I think of the Civil War I don't think of Arizona!

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However, April 15, 1862 marked the date of the westernmost conflict in the Civil War with the battle of Pichacho Pass. In my opinion the term 'battle' seem a bit grand, as the conflict involved only 10 Confederate cavalry attacked by 13 Union cavalry. The skirmish was mismanaged by the Union leader, James Barrett, and after an hour of shooting, with losses on both sides, (including Barrett himself) the remaining Union soldiers withdrew. 

We were fortunate to be in the area of Pichacho Peak for a reenactment of the battle. Reenactment? Well, not really. But the men had fun pretending to fight and the spectators, including myself, enjoyed the day in the Arizona sun. 

As I sat with Picacho Peak at my back, I could see the Confederate soldiers forming ranks in the field. In the real skirmish, the men were all mounted. No horses here, sadly! 

The Union forces advance with far more men than were involved in the original conflict. 

Cannons fire back and forth as the ranks engage each other in combat, taking shots at each other from the brush. The announcer explained that unlike real soldiers in the war, these soldiers would not die, at least not until their powder ran out. And, furthermore, with the investment made in purchasing the authentic clothing, most would not fall to the ground!

Following 'the battle' we wandered through the encampment.  Most of the reenactors camped out for the weekend and one could occasionally glimpse a concession to modern times when blowing tent flaps revealed inflated mattresses or comfy cots. We strolled through at lunch time. Some groups remained true to the times, dining on cold sausage and large chunk of cheese on tin or wooden plates. Others enjoyed another concession to modern times, purchasing burgers and chips from the concession stand. (So, is that how we got that word?!!)

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Many individuals and groups displayed various antiquities. A woman was spinning brown cotton, and explained the differences between types of cotton; white, green and brown. Did you know that there was something besides white cotton?!

Antique fire arms were exhibited, including this Gatling gun. This particular model had a 'stick cartridge', the long, black rectangle on top, which held about 20 rounds of ammunition. More cartridges are stored in the box next to the gun. 

Medical equipment of the day was displayed and a 'Doctor' shared the gory details of field surgery. One fellow rather enjoyed remaining in character as he looked for medical help!

Gypsy Jabbers: Bird Dog

I see the bird. 

I see it in the tree.  

I see a bird on a nest in the tree. 

I see baby birds in the nest with the mama bird. 

I know they are there.

They don't fool me when they sit like statues.

I want the birds. 

I could be a mama bird. See?! 

I can sit still for hours and hours and hours. 

Just like you are doing, Mama Dove. 

I have as much patience as you do. 

Maybe more.

I have hair that can keep baby birds warm. 

Let me up there to take care of your babies.

Better yet, why don't you come down here.

I can take care of you.

Heh, heh heh!

And you thought I was a herding dog!

If you 'biggify' the picture you can see

two chicks squabs in front of mama's breast.

3 weeks, 2 days, 7 hours, 38 minutes

That is how long I have been without a reliable, in-house, Internet connection! A lifetime, it seems!

Nope - I haven’t been incarcerated. I think inmates probably have better access to the Internet than I have had!

Nope - I didn’t go summer in Antarctica. But, even there, I am sure scientists and personnel living there have access to the Internet.

Nope - I haven’t been at the Space Station, and even there I am sure they are ‘connected’.

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I have simply been out on our RV, in campgrounds that did not have connectivity. Oh sure, I had the occasional visit to a hot spot - but sometimes Mr. Dreamy just didn’t want to relax at Starbucks for the time it would take for me to read blogs, leave comments and post my own updates. Geesh... he just doesn’t understand!

So what does one do when there is no Internet? 

It is amazing how much more time I had! I would bet you all know that! I think we all spend more time than we sometimes care to admit writing and tweaking posts, uploading pictures or finding other illustrations and responding to comments. Then, there are the hours we can spend reading other blogs and responding to our blog friends’ posts. Oh, so back to my original question.... what does one do?

Here are a few examples of how I filled my extra hours!

• water aerobics class
• walking the dogs
• bike riding
• using the agility equipment with the dogs
• visiting with new friends
• feeding the dogs
• playing water volleyball
• brushing the dogs
• sightseeing
• taking the dogs to the dog park
• reading
• taking a pickleball lesson
• hiking with the dogs
• shopping
• cleaning up after the dogs

I am still not home... but we have turned the RV in that direction. The fact that my house had 12” of snow this weekend is not exactly inviting! 

I can’t promise that I will be back to daily posting. Nor can I promise to visit all of your blogs, like I’d like to. But, maybe I’ll have more opportunity than I have had in the past few weeks... and eventually I will be home with my very own high speed wireless router and Internet access!! 

I read an article about what long term RV travelers miss about home. One person missed long, luxurious showers. Another commented about having only one car to share between two folks. A third person missed their own washing machine and dryer. No one commented about missing a decent Internet connection!

I can’t wait to hear read what has been going on in your lives and I look forward to telling you about some of the things I have seen and done.... when I finally get a good connection to my world!

Camp for Old Folks

Now, for your entertainment,

here is my version:

Hello Brudder! - Hello Sistah!

I'm at camp - with the Mistah!

Life is really - entertaining,

It's been sunny and I missed the day of raining.

This camp is really - just a big resort,

For the seniors - leaving their home ports.

Driving south - to escape the cold.

Most of the time we claim that we are not "that old!"

Half of Missouri - And the Dakotas,

Lots from the northwest - And from "Oh Canada!"

Here for the winter - where it's not dreary

Is there anyone left in Winnipeg or in Calgary?

We can golf - we can play pickleball.

It's a darn shame - we can't do it all.

We've been swimming - we've been biking.

I'm glad I'm not at home where it is icing. 

We walk the dogs - to the doggie park.

There they romp and play - Tucker barks!

It is something that they both enjoy,

But we must tell Tucker Gypsy's not his squeaky toy.

In a few days - we will have to go.

Then we'll head north - but we'll drive real slow.

We'll go home - it is time, you see,

It is time that we both learned to face reality!

Enough of the awful rhymes! We are at a 55+ RV and golf resort. It tickles me to see all of the 'seniors' acting like kids at camp. Everyone rides around on bikes, or in golf carts, on their way to all kinds of activities, following very busy schedules. They are so busy that they tire easily and happy hour has been moved to accommodate them... drinks are poured around 4:00 PM! I took a quick trip back home to visit with my dad, who is doing quite well. Mr. Dreamy felt that I was cheated out of my 'camp' experience, so he wanted to stay at camp for another week. 

It is time for me to head to the pool for morning exercises! 

More later.....

Evening on our 'street' at camp

Saturday Centus: Code Red

Jenny Matlock has asked us to incorporate the words, "Code Red" in our responses, using no more than 102 words. I generally challenge myself to use each and every one of the 100 words in my writing, but this week I decided to give in to my first reaction to the prompt.

To see how other folks responded to the challenge, click on the Saturday Centus image below and click on links on Jenny's site.

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Code Red!

Options discussed

Decisions made

Emotions raw

Rush to the hospital

Edgy and exhausted

Death cheated this day

Fright Lines

When you enter into the world of RV ownership it can be confusing, at best. It is very different than owning a car. The car is a neat package. It all comes together and Ford, or Toyota, or whoever made it, basically makes all of it, or at least takes responsibility for all of it and tries to help resolve problems you may have with any part of the vehicle. An RV isn't like that. An RV is made by up to four different entities; the manufacturers of the chassis, the engine, the transmission and then there is the body builder.

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Our motorhome has an Allison transmission and a Cummins engine attached to a Freightliner chassis. It has a body by Tiffin. We go to Tiffin for repairs or help with the 'home' and to Freightliner for most repairs having to do with how the thing moves; the engine and transmission and all of the pieces that connect the two and make it go.

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However, sometimes things happen that cause a bit of finger pointing, and you are told that you need to talk with Allison, or Cummins or someone else.

A few weeks ago we were in Red Bay, AL at the Tiffin service center for repairs and service on the home. Then we made our way to Gaffney, SC, and visited the Freightliner service center for repairs and service on the engine and power train. You know, adding fluids for the engine, aligning the wheels... that sort of thing.

While we were in Gaffney, Mr. Dreamy and I went to camp. We participated in "Camp Freightliner" to learn more about the chassis and its operation. The camp was jam packed with information. 

Sometimes more than I wanted to know.

Sometimes making my head hurt!

It was frightening!

I mean, take a look at this chart... one of many. The red line does this, the green does that, but if this button is pushed it overrides some sort of switch and something else happens. Oy-vey!

But, I put in my time and tried not to get distracted by 

blog posts, 

or Facebook, 

or email!

I took notes and nodded my head, 

sometimes pretending I understood.

and,

in the end,

I earned my shirt!

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The next day we went by the Freightliner factory. It was amazing! 

They don't allow pictures, so I can't show you how immaculate the factory was. I can't show you the nifty little robot engine that pulls carts with parts from one area to another. I can't show you the men and women putting each and every piece on the chassis. It begins on one end of the line as some lengths of steel that are then bolted together. The engine, which is also partially assembled in the factory, is bolted on, along with tanks, batteries and  a suspension. The chassis moves sedately down the line and more and more is attached. Finally, the engine is cranked up and someone drives the chassis out the door.

The day we visited the factory they were planning on building 26 chassis for school busses, 26 chassis for motorhomes and 28 chassis for delivery trucks.  Wow!

Check-Out Any Time You Like

We took a side trip to Mineral Wells, Texas, to do some shopping. (Trust me, Mineral Wells is not the shopping hub of the nation!) Imagine our surprise at seeing this grand building looming over the city of 16,000.

A few clicks on the iPhone and I discovered that this is the Hotel Baker, which opened days after the stock market crash of 1929.

This opulent hotel had a bowling alley, restaurants, meeting rooms, a beauty shop and a swimming pool for guests staying in any one of the 450 guest rooms.

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The hotel was built to encourage tourism for local spas where guests could enjoy the healing waters, after which the city was named.

The hotel went into bankruptcy in the 30's, served as a temporary home for military dependents of soldiers at Fort Wolter during World War II, and managed to stay open until the 70's, despite declining visitors. The building is on the National Register of Historic Places and remains vacant.

Upon seeing the derelict building, I couldn't help but think of Disney's Tower of Terror at the MGM Studios.

There is a likeness, don't you agree?

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I react emotionally to old buildings. I can almost feel the energy and hear the hubbub of voices from the past. Maybe I have psychic abilities that I have never channeled! People have reported ghost sightings in the Hotel Baker. One reported ghost is the mistress of the hotel manager who committed suicide by jumping from the top of the 14-story building. Visitors have commented that they smell her lavender perfume, hear her footsteps, or see her red lipstick on the rims of glasses. Another ghost is that of Douglas, the Elevator Operator... what? Maybe there is more to the Tower of Terror connection than I thought! Douglas' story is rather gruesome. He was crushed, at the waist, by the elevator. Evidently that part of the story is true. As to whether this was murder, planned to look like an accident, or whether it was truly an accident is left to conjecture. I am not certain that I'd like to encounter Douglas, his upper body has reportedly been seen floating in the air of the basement. But, if I did happen upon him, perhaps then we would know the real story!

What kind of reactions do you have to old buildings? 

For more information about Hotel Baker visit:

 Official Baker Hotel Website   

Baker Hotel, Wikipedia