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Showing posts with label geocaching. Show all posts
Showing posts with label geocaching. Show all posts

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Down in the boondocks...

Caddo Lake State Park, Texas
 
We left Austin a few days early when we were able to snag three nights in Caddo
Lake State Park.  Bald cypress trees draped with Span­ish moss tower over the maze of bayous, sloughs and ponds of Caddo Lake is located on the Texas/ Louisiana border. It is Texas's only natural lake at 12 feet below sea level.

Being quiet brings back childhood memories sometimes. Watching the fish from the pier reminded me of a time when I was a young girl, Mrs. Lukezic took Jimmy Oliver and me ( Deb) fishing on the Arkansas River. She said that a good fisherman never gets the tip of his pole wet. Why that came back to me, I haven't a clue.  Not having internet for a while can be a good thing.








Eerie night time pictures of Mills Pond

The best way to see Caddo Lake is on the water. There are several tour companies
that go out on pontoons. But we wanted to go out on the Go Devils ( john boats)
to get into the back channels.  We called Johnson Ranch and he replied with his
Southern accent for us to drive 5 miles down a backroad. When we arrive he would call
a guide to take us out on the water. Just don't arrive before 8 am.

 
We were out early to check out the area and decided to have breakfast at the marina
before our adventure. Plus, we didn't want to arrive too early. The grits and
biscuits were so good we considered returning the next morning. The waitress was
quite taken with Mike. While she fussed over him and "loving the sound of his voice".
I took a walk along the pier to listen to the bayou sounds

 
 
 We found Johnson's Ranch. The lady managing the ranch called Chaz with a "Z" to
pick up the boat and he would be there in a while. We had plenty of time to check
out the area and find the restroom, which reminded us of our time in Costa Rica.
Mike scouted out ahead to make sure it was clear of critters.
 The fishing camp store and bar

The bar was old and pretty cool.

Uncertain’s aging downtown, a two-lane road with a couple of seafood restaurants, a convenience store, and some ragtag motels, and cross the bridge to the island. Everything is damp and mossy; shacks with lapsed roofs, rusted pickups parked under the pines. Occasionally you come across an abandoned house that is entirely overrun by weeds and vines, its rooftop barely visible behind a frenzy of foliage
 
 The restrooms way down that path
Chaz with a "Z" showed up with his ride and we were off. I asked if we should put on
the life jackets. He said "Nah". I was good with that. They were covered with spider
webs. I doubt is they would have been much good with the alligators if we fell in.
When I looked back and saw the cigarette hanging from his mouth by the motor, I
thought the lifejackets really were a nonissue.

Once he shook off the tiredness and not feeling well, he told us stories about the
history the lake. He shared with us about the invasive green plants
and their affect on the environment. We watched birds, turtles, frogs and fish as
we trolled through the channels. He also told us stories about the people that
live in this area over the years.

 Chaz grew up on the lake and was very passionate about it.

 A person that didn't know the area could get into trouble going down the back channels.




 The channels were well marked if you knew what you were doing.
 He showed us many of the duck blinds he has built and uses to take hunters out in the fall.
I got  a dragonfly in my mouth as we were going along at a good clip but managed to get him out before he went down. Not a good taste. I kept my mouth closed after that one.

 
 This establishment on the East side of Lake Caddo was in a Wet county where the laws were lax and loosely enforced. On the west side where Uncertain is located, the county was dry and no alcohol was allowed to be sold.  The only way to get to this establishment was by boat as it was out in the swamp, but on the East side of the county line. They sold liquor, held dances, gambled, and served as brothels and were proud of the fact that they allowed anything to go on.  There is an old sign posted on the front of a tree.
Rules
#1 There ain't none
#2 There ain't never been none

Returning to Johnson Ranch
When we had arrived at our campsite the previous day, a couple on the boardwalk
suggested that we check out the town of Jefferson. When we planned to see Caddo Lake, we
hadn't really researched the area and decided to checkout the place.

Great hiking trails with plenty of poison ivy. We put on our long pants but it was a  nice walk in the woods.
 
 
 Another CCC building


Big Cypress Bayou River

Jefferson is a touristy kind of place that really only gets a big influx of people
a couple of times a year. They have a big Civil War reenactment in May but we could
see history everywhere we looked.
Much of the small town has been restored. While geocaching in Jefferson, we went to find one outside the police station called "At the Popo". Once we found it, an officer came out and visited with us for a while after asking if we found the cache. He said that they don't have much crime with only 10,000 people in the county except when they have their special events.  Much like the small towns we both grew up in, if you did something wrong sooner or later your parents would hear about it. Usually, sooner than later.

 
 
The state of Texas, we found, is so diverse, just like the rest of our country. We were so glad that we made this stop in this strange and mysterious place we had never heard of before now
We wouldn't change a thing about this experience.

 


Saturday, March 4, 2017

The desert is starting to bloom HA CHOO!

Before we started spending time in Arizona a few years ago, I never understood why anyone would want to live in such a place.  Now we find ourselves repeatedly drawn for different reasons. The main draw for us is the hiking and mountain biking in such a different environment of flora and fauna.
 
This year we ended up staying longer than in previous years. But now we have the go ahead. On our anniversary, Mike had a follow up appointment to find out the status of some biopsies. What a great gift, everything was good.
 
 
This winter has brought much more rain and the cactus are starting to bloom.



 
Over time, we have continued  the process of shedding our things. Our Jeep Liberty was an like an old friend that I liked to drive, a great vehicle for outings in the mountains and getting in tight places. Last year we brought it to Mesa and stored it for our return this winter. The hot summers are pretty hard on vehicles and we knew it was time for it to find a new home. I felt sad when we signed over the papers to the new owner but knew it was the right thing to do. It also feels good to let one more thing go.

 
 We started geocaching last year. Geocaching is a real-world, outdoor treasure hunting game using GPS-enabled devices. Participants navigate to a specific set of GPS coordinates and then attempt to find the geocache (container) hidden at that location. There are also trackables,  a sort of physical geocaching "game piece.  They are moved from cache to cache by the geocachers depending on what the goal might be.
 1,400 CATCH-M trackables were released to geocachers in the USA to place inside geocaches. We received one and have released it in a nearby cache. It will be interesting to see where it will travel.
 
With the all clear from the doctor, it was time to make some plans. We were fortunate to get reservations for Catalina State Park due to cancellations and will stay here a few more days before starting our cross country journey. Got the "Hitch Itch" and sneeze (all of that pollen).
 

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Peoria

We had to find a place to stay while our mini home was getting a new paint job and a few cracks filled. Juvaderm wasn't a fix for these fine lines. We headed west to Peoria to Cibola Resort and Spa. I didn't hit the spa but yoga in the courtyard was quite pleasant with the fountains in the background and clouds passing above.
We had stayed here 3 years ago according to Facebook and was a nice treat with a special that was more affordable than a hotel room and we had our own kitchen.


One evening we spent next to the pool in a hammock. The ropes were a little hard on the back of the heads but nice to rock and look at the stars.



We had missed geocaching because of the  heat so we headed out the find a cache that was 0.6 miles from our parking spot according to the GPS (as the crow flies).
 
 
That 0.6 turned into almost 2 miles before finding the cache. It was rather cleaver with a story about the mom that loved cooking and the cache went along with the theme. 

I don't like reaching in the rocks and voted that forego digging. Mike climbed until he heard the clink and lifted a rock, no snake, and found the treat.



 
I nice end to the day. The mesquite did get a bit stinky. Fortunately, the smoke was blowing away from our condo. Sorry, neighbors. 

We found a trail along the west side of the city than ran 26 miles thru Glendale to Tempe along different washes that made for a good morning ride. The next day, we headed into the wind to Lake Pleasant.


The paint on the front cap had faded pretty quickly after the first year. Premier had problems with a batch of paint they had used and many of the RVs had to be repainted. They were good enough to pay for the work even though the warranty had run out.
 
As much as we enjoyed staying in a lovely place with so much space, it is good to be back in our home with a good looking facelift. Everything is back in its place.