<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32745351</id><updated>2012-02-08T16:09:45.924-08:00</updated><category term='Bike and Rack:  Check'/><title type='text'>Travels With Rylie</title><subtitle type='html'>"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming – Wow! What a ride!"  - Erma Bombeck</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelswithrylie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32745351/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelswithrylie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32745351/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03620982836900558739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/STC6vZrdhAI/AAAAAAAAAu0/_Mgs3dMM2Sg/S220/HR+Resized.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>394</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32745351.post-6433573150697329238</id><published>2012-01-22T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:30:05.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cliff House</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I had dinner with my parents and Cammie at The Cliff House in San Francisco recently. We were treated to an absolutely stunning sunset. It was so nice to spend some time with my parents. They stopped in San Francisco on their way to Hawaii to visit Julie and Bob for six weeks. Six weeks! Now THAT's a vacation! This working stuff is for the birds and the border collies. How I wish I were retired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KE7emILkBec/TxzdrkpWd1I/AAAAAAAABos/5SyrkojWLkU/s1600/Dinner%2Bat%2Bthe%2BCliff%2BHouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2V6O61oa74Q/TxzdrgAKbpI/AAAAAAAABo0/WAA4pHZtAlA/s1600/San%2BFrancisco%2BSunset%2Bthe%2BCliff%2BHouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2V6O61oa74Q/TxzdrgAKbpI/AAAAAAAABo0/WAA4pHZtAlA/s320/San%2BFrancisco%2BSunset%2Bthe%2BCliff%2BHouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700674967738936978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sunset at The Cliff House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ro4zW0cPRE/Txzeg8sRc7I/AAAAAAAABpE/PMMDiadhSSk/s1600/Dinner%2Bat%2Bthe%2BCliff%2BHouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ro4zW0cPRE/Txzeg8sRc7I/AAAAAAAABpE/PMMDiadhSSk/s320/Dinner%2Bat%2Bthe%2BCliff%2BHouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700675885973205938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dinner at The Cliff House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylie sure has been frisky lately. He must be feeling so much better, because he often wants to play now. Maybe he is just as happy as I am in our townhouse, with lots of room for running around. He also likes to make the ducks and geese fly away on our walks. I don't take him jogging with me anymore, because I don't think he can handle that much running. He gets so mad when I go jogging without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Staff has been breaking the rules lately. She knows it's my job to lead the outside drill. The next time she doesn't let me come with, she'll have to drop and give me 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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It had some bald spots and lacked symmetry, but somehow, that just made it more endearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fYHdMDeGbvw/Tv-OJncjRuI/AAAAAAAABok/2ONZ4TaIQYI/s1600/Christmas%2BTree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fYHdMDeGbvw/Tv-OJncjRuI/AAAAAAAABok/2ONZ4TaIQYI/s320/Christmas%2BTree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692424749878298338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My Little Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now if this isn't a recipe for disaster, I don't know what is: A dog, a Christmas tree, and a balloon. Miraculously, Rylie managed to play with this balloon in and around the Christmas tree for quite some time, and never popped it. Nor did he knock over the tree, or disturb any ornaments. He seems to know to grab on with his teeth near the knot, so he doesn't pop it. He loves to play with balloons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a5oDyYRGeWA/Tv-OJJ5DonI/AAAAAAAABoQ/RHT3YKERWVg/s1600/Rylie%2BBalloon%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a5oDyYRGeWA/Tv-OJJ5DonI/AAAAAAAABoQ/RHT3YKERWVg/s320/Rylie%2BBalloon%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692424741944795762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bx4wsGHrWUA/Tv-OInGQmQI/AAAAAAAABn8/nnlYBsxSZdA/s1600/Rylie%2BBalloon%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bx4wsGHrWUA/Tv-OInGQmQI/AAAAAAAABn8/nnlYBsxSZdA/s320/Rylie%2BBalloon%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692424732604930306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On Christmas he enjoyed tearing up every bit of wrapping paper that Cammie and Doug handed him. Cammie also gave him a little stuffed toy that squeaks, and he has been playing with that a lot. He really likes it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-opk1MQlIxpc/Tv-OI8zClFI/AAAAAAAABoE/AYYIDePThz4/s1600/Christmas%2BRylie%2BPlaying%2Bwith%2BWrapping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-opk1MQlIxpc/Tv-OI8zClFI/AAAAAAAABoE/AYYIDePThz4/s320/Christmas%2BRylie%2BPlaying%2Bwith%2BWrapping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692424738429899858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We had a near-disaster on Christmas Eve, when Rylie got into the bowl of Hershey's kisses that were on the end table and left over from the party. Normally, he wouldn't be able to get to them, but I had pushed the ottoman next to the end table to make room for all of the guests, and forgot about the kisses being there. Shame on me! I left the house for a half hour, and when I got back, Rylie had eaten an unknown quantity of them, foil and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My regular vet office was closed, so I called the animal hospital. They asked his weight and figured out how many ounces of chocolate he probably consumed, and said it most likely was not enough to harm him. They said I could watch him to see if he acted excited, or his heartbeat got fast, or he vomited, and said if anything like that happened, I should bring him in. I watched him carefully, but he was fine. That was pretty scary though, since chocolate can be toxic for dogs. I learned my lesson: no more chocolate anywhere that little rascal might be able to get to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to me! I saw a gift, and I went for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I had a small party the weekend before Christmas to celebrate the holidays, my friend Cheryl's birthday, and my new place. I cooked lasagna, and there was plenty of Christmas cheer. We played a game called Apples to Apples after the birthday cake, and had a lot of laughs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tcV-xj6AQag/TvkCCbhvBcI/AAAAAAAABnw/DEFE-Frx8pc/s1600/Party%2B6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tcV-xj6AQag/TvkCCbhvBcI/AAAAAAAABnw/DEFE-Frx8pc/s320/Party%2B6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690581844931577282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mari, Doug and Cheryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPgbu8uJHow/TvkB4UTWs8I/AAAAAAAABnc/TbiFA9mvpms/s1600/Party%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPgbu8uJHow/TvkB4UTWs8I/AAAAAAAABnc/TbiFA9mvpms/s320/Party%2B4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690581671193523138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Robert, Nancy, and Steve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JTLwOo-FfzE/TvkB4ZhI-KI/AAAAAAAABnM/QI4Ip-6JO9g/s1600/Party%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JTLwOo-FfzE/TvkB4ZhI-KI/AAAAAAAABnM/QI4Ip-6JO9g/s320/Party%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690581672593520802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cammie, Me, Robert and Nancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dRMn2RiTLyQ/TvkB3MAmzMI/AAAAAAAABnE/VerrbnGghWw/s1600/Party%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dRMn2RiTLyQ/TvkB3MAmzMI/AAAAAAAABnE/VerrbnGghWw/s320/Party%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690581651787533506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cammie, Robert, Nancy, Doug and Donna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R9fUyLuSSF4/TvkB3N7IDXI/AAAAAAAABm0/R5_qkhmV7wc/s1600/Party%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R9fUyLuSSF4/TvkB3N7IDXI/AAAAAAAABm0/R5_qkhmV7wc/s320/Party%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690581652301417842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Donna, Cheryl, Julie and Steve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aPnMo71TlHk/TvkB5LrUHqI/AAAAAAAABnk/ZN7OCko4ST8/s1600/Party%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aPnMo71TlHk/TvkB5LrUHqI/AAAAAAAABnk/ZN7OCko4ST8/s320/Party%2B5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690581686057967266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Steve, Tricia, Julie, Nancy and Robert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm really enjoying being in my new place, and was so happy to be out of the motorhome for the holidays. My walls are still pretty bare and I haven't found any curtains that I like yet. I also need some more furniture, but it will all come in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motorhome is still down at the Lazy Daze Mother Ship, but the repairs from the tree damage are all done. I will pick it up after the New Year holiday. I'm trying to decide whether to sell it, or whether it's worth paying the money to store and insure it if I'm not going to use it that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work project with PG&amp;amp;E has been extended until August, so I'm happy about that. Our team has been cut to half the size it was, and I was the newest member to the team, so I was lucky to make the cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been neglecting my blog post duties, but the holidays are a busy time. I'll post a few Christmas photos next time, and tell you what that rascal, Rylie, has been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see why The Staff feels the need to tattle on me. I'm sure she can come up with other topics to blog about.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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There was lots of dancing, tons of food, and fun costume-watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SX610IP-_IE/Tq4S9eTC0ZI/AAAAAAAABlk/jjjWAIENGEc/s1600/Halloween%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SX610IP-_IE/Tq4S9eTC0ZI/AAAAAAAABlk/jjjWAIENGEc/s320/Halloween%2B4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669489828220293522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FeUSls8cGFc/Tq4TSYYRdbI/AAAAAAAABl8/BPOjKEtUwJ8/s1600/Halloween%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FeUSls8cGFc/Tq4TSYYRdbI/AAAAAAAABl8/BPOjKEtUwJ8/s320/Halloween%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669490187408864690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mari and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ki0hI7sCByQ/Tq4S8RSWXKI/AAAAAAAABlY/PovuA6yi-1A/s1600/Halloween%2B6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ki0hI7sCByQ/Tq4S8RSWXKI/AAAAAAAABlY/PovuA6yi-1A/s320/Halloween%2B6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669489807547849890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pbs1Wo5s9wk/Tq4S75ZOwrI/AAAAAAAABlM/waS8OXxO2Vw/s1600/Halloween%2B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pbs1Wo5s9wk/Tq4S75ZOwrI/AAAAAAAABlM/waS8OXxO2Vw/s320/Halloween%2B7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669489801134260914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Michael and Mari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ezdi-1L79B0/Tq4S7hKsNeI/AAAAAAAABlA/wfDtsEfaZzQ/s1600/Halloween%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ezdi-1L79B0/Tq4S7hKsNeI/AAAAAAAABlA/wfDtsEfaZzQ/s320/Halloween%2B5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669489794630825442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cheryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dtaB9tP2YzY/Tq4S9nDpZqI/AAAAAAAABl0/eo_9m3j2ZgM/s1600/Halloween%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dtaB9tP2YzY/Tq4S9nDpZqI/AAAAAAAABl0/eo_9m3j2ZgM/s320/Halloween%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669489830571632290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I brought Rylie to the vet for some x-rays, and the news was not good. It turns out he has severe hip displaysia, which I guess is not very common in small dogs. He will need to take anti-inflammatory medication. Poor little guy. He is such a stoic, so it's hard to tell when he is hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not doing much better. My hip has been bothering me too, and then I injured my rotator cuff. I can barely lift my arm. What a pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I bought some furniture for my new place. I can't wait to move. Just three weeks to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my favorite time of year: squirrel season. The squirrels are out in full force, totally preoccupied with gathering up food to stock the pantry. They are so busy worrying about their next meal, they don't notice Super Squirrel Stalker sneaking up on them. I haven't caught one yet, but give me time. 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It started with a pretty hike in the Briones Regional Park, where I took these photos. After that I met Cammie for lunch, and we went to see the movie "Contagion." It was good, but I came out of there not wanting to touch anything. It was pretty realistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BP7s72efBcs/TokWPO6vf8I/AAAAAAAABj4/qw28JZK85F0/s1600/Briones%2BHike%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BP7s72efBcs/TokWPO6vf8I/AAAAAAAABj4/qw28JZK85F0/s320/Briones%2BHike%2B5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659078857726066626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sPi_02pfRQQ/TokWO_X58TI/AAAAAAAABjw/hMmhQR2dlIs/s1600/Briones%2BHike%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sPi_02pfRQQ/TokWO_X58TI/AAAAAAAABjw/hMmhQR2dlIs/s320/Briones%2BHike%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659078853553418546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PbfEFqjfDRI/TokWPYHokqI/AAAAAAAABkI/1VB8Al_2gI0/s1600/Briones%2BHike%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PbfEFqjfDRI/TokWPYHokqI/AAAAAAAABkI/1VB8Al_2gI0/s320/Briones%2BHike%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659078860196057762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Rylie is so stoic, that I often don't know when he is injured. I brought him to the vet to investigate a lump on the front of his ankle. They did a biopsy but couldn't find anything, so they decided it was a bad sprain or a very inflammed joint. Poor little guy. I got some good glucosamine and an anti-inflammatory, plus I bought some doggy stairs, since he isn't supposed to jump up on the bed or the couch. I've tried getting him used to the steps with treats and praise, but he still keeps jumping around them. Hopefully he'll get used to it. The vet also said he should lose weight, so I'm supplementing some of his food and treats with green beans, at the vet's suggestion. He seems to like the green beans, but he's not happy about getting less of the good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost had them. I walked out the door the other morning with The Staff on the leash, and there they were, right outside the door. Two cats: one calico, and one tabby. I think they might have been drinking from my outside water dish. I tried to charge them, but they didn't even run.  Silly cats. Obviously they don't know how this works. Dogs chase, and cats run. Do I have to train everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Yes - A lot of sound! I learned this first-hand  last night. Rylie heard it first, and tried to warn me by barking. It  was 2:00 a.m. and I was in the middle of a deep sleep, so at first I  thought he was just barking because a cat or some other animal got close  to the motorhome. I didn't hear anything at first, and he does this on rare  occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I heard what I later discovered to be the  very loud sound of splitting wood, as two large branches in the pine  tree overhead split off from the tree and fell over my motorhome, rocking it wildly. I thought we might be having an earthquake. Lucky  for us, the branch ends hit the ground first, and prevented the larger  ends of the two branches from hitting the motorhome. The larger of the  two was about two feet in diameter, and they were suspended over my  motorhome from the smaller ends on the ground. If those large ends had  hit my motorhome, we would have been killed, or badly hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We couldn't get out the entry door because of the branches, so we had to exit through the driver's side door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What caused it? There was no wind, no lightning, and the tree was healthy. Apparently the branches just got too heavy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Luckily, we got off with only minor damage to my awning, refrigerator vent and air conditioner cover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is my lucky day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Check out the photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8sJRadcS9E4/Tkhr3muW71I/AAAAAAAABjQ/7mv5F0aMkDU/s1600/Tree%2Bon%2Bmotorhome%2Bfront%2Bview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8sJRadcS9E4/Tkhr3muW71I/AAAAAAAABjQ/7mv5F0aMkDU/s320/Tree%2Bon%2Bmotorhome%2Bfront%2Bview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640877136313511762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gS127I4lenc/Tkhr3TgxoRI/AAAAAAAABjI/Bqu4A3Kc2wI/s1600/Tree%2Bon%2Bmotorhome%2Bfull%2Bback%2Bview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gS127I4lenc/Tkhr3TgxoRI/AAAAAAAABjI/Bqu4A3Kc2wI/s320/Tree%2Bon%2Bmotorhome%2Bfull%2Bback%2Bview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640877131156267282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vJDtnrgCUVU/Tkhr37hMb6I/AAAAAAAABjY/l_0WQV5wdPw/s1600/Tree%2Bon%2Bmotorhome%2Btop%2Brear%2Bview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vJDtnrgCUVU/Tkhr37hMb6I/AAAAAAAABjY/l_0WQV5wdPw/s320/Tree%2Bon%2Bmotorhome%2Btop%2Brear%2Bview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640877141895442338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFmHxGNd_a4/Tkhr33ZsW0I/AAAAAAAABjg/0tuLJ2QuaSw/s1600/Tree%2BBranch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFmHxGNd_a4/Tkhr33ZsW0I/AAAAAAAABjg/0tuLJ2QuaSw/s320/Tree%2BBranch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640877140790238018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bO4vZvwWks/Tkhr4Gozw8I/AAAAAAAABjo/evan0s3gM7Q/s1600/Tree%2Bbranch%2B-%2Blarge%2Bone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bO4vZvwWks/Tkhr4Gozw8I/AAAAAAAABjo/evan0s3gM7Q/s320/Tree%2Bbranch%2B-%2Blarge%2Bone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640877144880169922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Below is the awning damage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k5P0_ONnQSE/TkhrgYOKAgI/AAAAAAAABi4/f57SUo454N0/s1600/Damage%2Bto%2Bawning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k5P0_ONnQSE/TkhrgYOKAgI/AAAAAAAABi4/f57SUo454N0/s320/Damage%2Bto%2Bawning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640876737283359234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is the air conditioner cover - only a small puncture and dent:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bdJF8eB5uvk/TkhrgBWsMLI/AAAAAAAABiw/E6-Gmc4Isg8/s1600/Damage%2Bto%2Bair%2Bconditioner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bdJF8eB5uvk/TkhrgBWsMLI/AAAAAAAABiw/E6-Gmc4Isg8/s320/Damage%2Bto%2Bair%2Bconditioner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640876731145138354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;View of the refrigerator vent from the roof:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pjZ2EzhaHIs/TkhrgUsZOxI/AAAAAAAABjA/OOTi58r8Ysg/s1600/Damage%2Bto%2BRefrigerator%2Bvent%2Band%2Bawning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pjZ2EzhaHIs/TkhrgUsZOxI/AAAAAAAABjA/OOTi58r8Ysg/s320/Damage%2Bto%2BRefrigerator%2Bvent%2Band%2Bawning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640876736336444178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was feeling so lucky after this, that I ran right out and bought a lotto ticket. After all, today is the 14th, and 14 is my lucky number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Rylie Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Once again I tried to warn The Staff but she didn't pay attention. Not only is her sense of smell pitiful, but she can't hear either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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My parents are preparing to sell the home they have lived in since 1967, and where I spent my childhood, so old memories kept popping up. My parents live on the outskirts of Duluth, up over the hill, as they say. They have 1.5 acres, but much of it is woods, so the woods were my playground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerful daisies and buttercups are everywhere:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cRFc7HBwmuc/TixRHZhQ8TI/AAAAAAAABhI/tci4hCHincI/s1600/Duluth%2BDaisies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cRFc7HBwmuc/TixRHZhQ8TI/AAAAAAAABhI/tci4hCHincI/s320/Duluth%2BDaisies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632966421484990770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and plenty of maple, birch, and pine trees. I used to play quite a bit on the big rock in the back yard, and apparently there is something special about it, because the geology students at UMD like to come out and look at it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyEOjowExoA/TixQ3I14l7I/AAAAAAAABg4/Gt8M9E9TnE4/s1600/Duluth%2BBack%2BYard2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyEOjowExoA/TixQ3I14l7I/AAAAAAAABg4/Gt8M9E9TnE4/s320/Duluth%2BBack%2BYard2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632966142130165682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Far back in these woods a rope swing used to hang from a huge tree, so we ignored the ticks and mosquitoes and frequently made the trek.  We would hop onto the big knot at the bottom and sail through the air. Across the road was an open field where we used to play baseball with the neighborhood kids. Now it's all overgrown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One winter the next door neighbors flooded their front yard to make a skating rink. I was in heaven -- I loved to ice skate. Sometimes we got so much snow that we could climb onto their garage roof and jump into the snowbanks. After one blizzard, so much snow had piled up in front of our door that we had to jump out one of the windows to catch the school bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the spot on the deck where the bird feeder used to hang, which attracted a black bear a couple of years ago. The bear tried, unsuccessfully, to impersonate a bird, so Mom and Dad decided to take down the feeder:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lxyEiEUpeeg/TixQ23Ul3VI/AAAAAAAABgw/3j10dxyWlt8/s1600/Duluth%2BView%2Bfrom%2BDeck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lxyEiEUpeeg/TixQ23Ul3VI/AAAAAAAABgw/3j10dxyWlt8/s320/Duluth%2BView%2Bfrom%2BDeck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632966137427123538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My parents' house is just over the hill in the photo below.  I was riding on the back of a friend's bicycle when I fell off, and the pavement scraped a big hole in my knee, plus gave me various other scrapes and bruises. The quarter-sized scar on my knee remains to this day. The lighter strip going across the road is the spot where Rylie and I met the bear on our morning walk during our previous trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7UpehDyBsU/TixYhmvUOqI/AAAAAAAABhY/cQQ6tGKn__E/s1600/Duluth%2BLindahl%2BRoad%2BHill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7UpehDyBsU/TixYhmvUOqI/AAAAAAAABhY/cQQ6tGKn__E/s320/Duluth%2BLindahl%2BRoad%2BHill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632974568291580578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were walking in the spot below when the bear came out on the road.  Rylie knew it was there and had warned me of its presence by stopping dead in his tracks and refusing to budge. But after waiting a bit and not hearing or seeing anything, we continued up the road.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's the closest I've ever been to a bear, and I still can remember the rush of adrenaline:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4a3dL_I4wno/TixQ2l75cTI/AAAAAAAABgg/GTKHM9Neouc/s1600/Duluth%2BLindahl%2BRoad%2BBear%2BSpot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4a3dL_I4wno/TixQ2l75cTI/AAAAAAAABgg/GTKHM9Neouc/s320/Duluth%2BLindahl%2BRoad%2BBear%2BSpot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632966132760146226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are plenty of ferns and other greenery in the back yard -- it's wild back there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-22I365xQ2gg/TixQ3JEjknI/AAAAAAAABhA/W8FbB6-UI6E/s1600/Duluth%2BBack%2BYard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-22I365xQ2gg/TixQ3JEjknI/AAAAAAAABhA/W8FbB6-UI6E/s320/Duluth%2BBack%2BYard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632966142191702642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the little house in the big woods where I grew up, although it looks different now, with the addition of the deck.  The surprising thing about this deck, is that my Dad built it while legally blind.  He compensated for his lack of sight by making measuring blocks out of wood and not using power tools:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kNeiaVhfEZE/TixRHSbdTtI/AAAAAAAABhQ/7l09DdGkK2w/s1600/Duluth%2BHouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kNeiaVhfEZE/TixRHSbdTtI/AAAAAAAABhQ/7l09DdGkK2w/s320/Duluth%2BHouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632966419581587154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have to admit that it feels strange when I think of my parents selling this house.  It has been a part of our family for so long, it almost feels like a member of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me, I'm still mad at The Staff for not bringing me with her to Duluth.  I like visiting The Grand-Staff.  They have lots of rabbits and squirrels for chasing, interesting wildlife smells, and they give me lots of treats.  It's a perfect vacation destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I saw family I had not seen in decades, but unfortunately, it was at a funeral.  We had to say goodbye to my Aunt Elsie, whom I admired and enjoyed so much. Aunt Elsie was widowed at a young age with 3 boys to raise.  She had spunk, determination and humor, and she was a single woman RV traveler long before it was popular. Although she thought she would never remarry, she remarried when she was in her 70's, proving that it's never too late to find love again.  I will miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did very little photographing on this trip, but I have a few photos.  The photo below is a view of Duluth's Aerial Lift Bridge from Thompson Hill, a couple of miles from where my parents live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YTAiv7p0Kjw/TiZFF0HzFbI/AAAAAAAABgY/9JuYIGDyH2k/s1600/Duluth%2BView%2Bof%2BAerial%2BBridge%2Bfrom%2BThompson%2BHill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YTAiv7p0Kjw/TiZFF0HzFbI/AAAAAAAABgY/9JuYIGDyH2k/s320/Duluth%2BView%2Bof%2BAerial%2BBridge%2Bfrom%2BThompson%2BHill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631264350266398130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Below is a view of the St. Louis River from the same location:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f_JdN-WOyCI/TiZFFjZsuGI/AAAAAAAABgQ/7zasRijz62U/s1600/Duluth%2BView%2Bof%2BSt.%2BLouis%2BRiver%2Bfrom%2BThompson%2BHill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f_JdN-WOyCI/TiZFFjZsuGI/AAAAAAAABgQ/7zasRijz62U/s320/Duluth%2BView%2Bof%2BSt.%2BLouis%2BRiver%2Bfrom%2BThompson%2BHill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631264345778075746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The next photo is a tour boat coming into the canal and harbor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oeXuw_DTvuo/TiZE6WqcTKI/AAAAAAAABgA/KxatHHRGTbw/s1600/Duluth%2BBoat%2BComing%2BInto%2BHarbor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oeXuw_DTvuo/TiZE6WqcTKI/AAAAAAAABgA/KxatHHRGTbw/s320/Duluth%2BBoat%2BComing%2BInto%2BHarbor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631264153380080802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The little lighthouse at the canal entrance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kyRp2N_lroY/TiZE6Bpo7WI/AAAAAAAABf4/k1csPvGA6xg/s1600/Duluth%2BCanal%2BPark%2BLighthouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kyRp2N_lroY/TiZE6Bpo7WI/AAAAAAAABf4/k1csPvGA6xg/s320/Duluth%2BCanal%2BPark%2BLighthouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631264147739569506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Canal Park is the area on the edge of Lake Superior where many tourists come to stay in hotels on the lake, browse the shops and restaurants, and see the aerial lift bridge. At the foot of the bridge is Grandma's, a former bordello which is now a popular saloon and restaurant.  It's a Cheers-type place where I used to meet up with friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l72Tww9ZGXc/TiZE51nyV_I/AAAAAAAABfo/4gmrYXEKY4E/s1600/Duluth%2BGrandma%2527s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l72Tww9ZGXc/TiZE51nyV_I/AAAAAAAABfo/4gmrYXEKY4E/s320/Duluth%2BGrandma%2527s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631264144510572530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Duluth has a long history as a big shipping port, so there's a few big anchors laying around:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-26uhr817W7g/TiZE6EMZFnI/AAAAAAAABfw/_ltX1Jjo11o/s1600/Duluth%2BCanal%2BPark2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-26uhr817W7g/TiZE6EMZFnI/AAAAAAAABfw/_ltX1Jjo11o/s320/Duluth%2BCanal%2BPark2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631264148422202994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You can rent one of these contraptions to pedal around Canal Park.  What is that, a quadricycle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpi_Ej4egA/TiZEgnEkcEI/AAAAAAAABfY/icSID_MUTks/s1600/Duluth%2BQuadricycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpi_Ej4egA/TiZEgnEkcEI/AAAAAAAABfY/icSID_MUTks/s320/Duluth%2BQuadricycle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631263711108034626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is the edge of Lake Superior looking toward London Road, where a lot of the old, beautiful mansions are, including Glensheen, which you can tour.  If you keep driving to the right, you'll drive up the north shore of Lake Superior, and eventually end up in Canada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AfZqO5TtqKU/TiZEgmeZhpI/AAAAAAAABfQ/lII3uYwUoys/s1600/Duluth%2BLake%2BSuperior%2BView%2BToward%2BLondon%2BRoad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AfZqO5TtqKU/TiZEgmeZhpI/AAAAAAAABfQ/lII3uYwUoys/s320/Duluth%2BLake%2BSuperior%2BView%2BToward%2BLondon%2BRoad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631263710947935890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;More Canal Park photos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rZME0H7KtSY/TiZEgSyrQuI/AAAAAAAABfI/4fTA7yrNimM/s1600/Duluth%2BLake%2BAvenue%2BView%2Bof%2BBridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rZME0H7KtSY/TiZEgSyrQuI/AAAAAAAABfI/4fTA7yrNimM/s320/Duluth%2BLake%2BAvenue%2BView%2Bof%2BBridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631263705664275170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvHZAn8VflM/TiZEgPLPoOI/AAAAAAAABfA/KGDzfP2mBs8/s1600/Duluth%2BLake%2BAvenue%2BShops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvHZAn8VflM/TiZEgPLPoOI/AAAAAAAABfA/KGDzfP2mBs8/s320/Duluth%2BLake%2BAvenue%2BShops.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631263704693580002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5cMo49dako/TiZEgxsl1FI/AAAAAAAABfg/XY4vi9N8B3w/s1600/Duluth%2BLake%2BAvenue%2Bat%2BCanal%2BPark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5cMo49dako/TiZEgxsl1FI/AAAAAAAABfg/XY4vi9N8B3w/s320/Duluth%2BLake%2BAvenue%2Bat%2BCanal%2BPark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631263713960252498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After 8 changes in my flight departure time, including time in the Minneapolis airport, on the runway, and in a holding pattern over San Francisco, I finally made it back to Pleasant Hill.  Rylie was very happy to see me when I returned, and couldn't give me enough kisses.  He watched me very intently for the next 24 hours, and even skipped his breakfast the next morning.  This is highly unusual, so I guess he was a bit discombobulated.  He isn't used to being separated from me, but the staff at Romp apparently loved him and took very good care of the little rascal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't recall approving any vacation request for The Staff.  I will have to determine the appropriate repercussions for unscheduled, unapproved leave of absence.  I may have to remove the morning snuggle from our schedule to discourage this behavior in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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There was still quite a bit of snow on the  ground and it rained while I was there, so it wasn't a good day for  hiking.  However, I did get to see the General Sherman tree, the largest tree in the world, by volume.  It measures 275 feet high, and 52, 513 cubic feet.  It is thought to be 2,300 to 2,700 years old.  How would you like to climb that tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XcOFAdHXM/TeXSwdBv-9I/AAAAAAAABeU/0KFoLdr333A/s1600/Sequoia%2BNP%2BMe%2Band%2BGeneral%2BSherman%2BTree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XcOFAdHXM/TeXSwdBv-9I/AAAAAAAABeU/0KFoLdr333A/s320/Sequoia%2BNP%2BMe%2Band%2BGeneral%2BSherman%2BTree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613124240454712274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MhXpHDV30aw/TeXSR7nTFCI/AAAAAAAABd8/pOSIfB5BwNo/s1600/Sequoia%2BNP%2B6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MhXpHDV30aw/TeXSR7nTFCI/AAAAAAAABd8/pOSIfB5BwNo/s320/Sequoia%2BNP%2B6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613123716089320482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3qkBz5LPhA/TeXSR1vn3zI/AAAAAAAABd0/N64pZWMBkEM/s1600/Sequoia%2BNP%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3qkBz5LPhA/TeXSR1vn3zI/AAAAAAAABd0/N64pZWMBkEM/s320/Sequoia%2BNP%2B5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613123714513624882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yucca in Bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FFrQVYHq0JA/TeXSSOftj1I/AAAAAAAABeE/-4xo1vbeVyk/s1600/Sequoia%2BNP%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FFrQVYHq0JA/TeXSSOftj1I/AAAAAAAABeE/-4xo1vbeVyk/s320/Sequoia%2BNP%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613123721157775186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Visitor Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-72uZMbyleiM/TeXSRhQ3QGI/AAAAAAAABds/qYuBcjec1h0/s1600/Sequoia%2BNP%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-72uZMbyleiM/TeXSRhQ3QGI/AAAAAAAABds/qYuBcjec1h0/s320/Sequoia%2BNP%2B4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613123709015900258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TovA0UBQPSk/TeXSRdi0m_I/AAAAAAAABdk/lOYFjQ8uTTs/s1600/Sequoia%2BNP%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TovA0UBQPSk/TeXSRdi0m_I/AAAAAAAABdk/lOYFjQ8uTTs/s320/Sequoia%2BNP%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613123708017482738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now that's the kind of tree I'd like to give the one leg salute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vdIDvXgTIRo/TeXPV0Fqf1I/AAAAAAAABdU/gnUWVYERkgg/s1600/Sequoia%2BNP%2B6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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If I were a good photographer like a lot of you folks out there, I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Photoshop&lt;/span&gt; or touch up my photos before I post them so they would really stand out, but I'm afraid I'm a lazy photographer, so you'll just have to view them in their original state.  It's all that I can do to get them uploaded from the camera and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;resized&lt;/span&gt; for posting on the blog.  I don't have time for all of that prettying up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was in Death Valley, I visited the Borax Museum and home of the famous 20 Mule Train.  I couldn't help thinking about how horrible it must have been for both the men and the animals to work in that shadeless summer furnace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to gradually increase the running that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rylie&lt;/span&gt; and I do in the morning, since we have both gained a few lbs. since we haven't been running as much in the past year.   However, rewarding him with treats might be counter-productive.  Ya think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d5r4JEb2JjM/Tdvh78ffMuI/AAAAAAAABck/v1bdSHGC3GI/s1600/Death%2BValley%2BRocks%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d5r4JEb2JjM/Tdvh78ffMuI/AAAAAAAABck/v1bdSHGC3GI/s320/Death%2BValley%2BRocks%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610326180786811618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tHsbzyPVmYA/Tdvh8-HSkoI/AAAAAAAABc0/P-NH_HCw4mI/s1600/Death%2BValley%2BRocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tHsbzyPVmYA/Tdvh8-HSkoI/AAAAAAAABc0/P-NH_HCw4mI/s320/Death%2BValley%2BRocks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610326198402060930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lMFGTEN1vG4/Tdvh7Q0qR1I/AAAAAAAABcc/5Wzfz1trb20/s1600/Death%2BValley%2BBorax%2BWorks%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lMFGTEN1vG4/Tdvh7Q0qR1I/AAAAAAAABcc/5Wzfz1trb20/s320/Death%2BValley%2BBorax%2BWorks%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610326169064458066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Borax Works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Borax Museum photos below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NuVNqoyJ95M/TdvhdXwFhtI/AAAAAAAABcE/V2vgV1HwEiM/s1600/Death%2BValley%2BBorax%2BMuseum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NuVNqoyJ95M/TdvhdXwFhtI/AAAAAAAABcE/V2vgV1HwEiM/s320/Death%2BValley%2BBorax%2BMuseum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610325655528244946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iZPYoWXqD4Y/TdvhdEnky_I/AAAAAAAABb8/840RYBENklw/s1600/Death%2BValley%2BBorax%2BMuseum%2BMachine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iZPYoWXqD4Y/TdvhdEnky_I/AAAAAAAABb8/840RYBENklw/s320/Death%2BValley%2BBorax%2BMuseum%2BMachine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610325650392271858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cRk8pk8KPMs/Tdvhd-b3OmI/AAAAAAAABcU/M4XIIExe3zQ/s1600/Death%2BValley%2B20%2BMule%2BTeam%2BBarn%2BSign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cRk8pk8KPMs/Tdvhd-b3OmI/AAAAAAAABcU/M4XIIExe3zQ/s320/Death%2BValley%2B20%2BMule%2BTeam%2BBarn%2BSign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610325665912404578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-loY8vth-u8A/TdvhdvAzb4I/AAAAAAAABcM/27g8edrKeT8/s1600/Death%2BValley%2B20%2BMule%2BTrain%2BBarn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-loY8vth-u8A/TdvhdvAzb4I/AAAAAAAABcM/27g8edrKeT8/s320/Death%2BValley%2B20%2BMule%2BTrain%2BBarn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610325661772377986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rylie's&lt;/span&gt; Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Staff's training is coming along nicely.  I now have her giving me treats when I run with her in the morning.  She already gives me a treat when she leaves for work.  Next I will train her to treat me for napping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I visited Death Valley in March, after I left Las Vegas.  But first, a couple of straggler photos from Hawaii and Las Vegas.  I met this handsome guy sunbathing on a black sand beach on our way back from the Hilo side of the island:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E0GM12Hlu7w/TcoPj0Fx7QI/AAAAAAAABbs/Hoqun_9OC7w/s1600/Hawaii%2BTurtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E0GM12Hlu7w/TcoPj0Fx7QI/AAAAAAAABbs/Hoqun_9OC7w/s320/Hawaii%2BTurtle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605309794168728834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;While I was in Las Vegas we went to the Golden Nugget, and saw THE gold nugget.  Wouldn't you have loved to be the people who found this?  You can see its size in relation to the chandelier in the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4HN_2SyhQw0/TcoPkEDq1JI/AAAAAAAABb0/YBF5fSDKqe8/s1600/Las%2BVegas%2BGold%2BNugget.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4HN_2SyhQw0/TcoPkEDq1JI/AAAAAAAABb0/YBF5fSDKqe8/s320/Las%2BVegas%2BGold%2BNugget.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605309798454842514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now, on to Death Valley.  There weren't many wildflowers this year, but I did see a few.  The photos below were taken in Badwater Basin, which is 282 feet below sea level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_3k43sVLn10/TcoOuN27pgI/AAAAAAAABbk/aiu1NevJR7w/s1600/Death%2BValley%2BBadwater%2BBasin%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_3k43sVLn10/TcoOuN27pgI/AAAAAAAABbk/aiu1NevJR7w/s320/Death%2BValley%2BBadwater%2BBasin%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605308873372837378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5iBEsjdfUco/TcoOtz4W-3I/AAAAAAAABbc/cERA25_pq5I/s1600/Death%2BValley%2BBadwater%2BBasin%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5iBEsjdfUco/TcoOtz4W-3I/AAAAAAAABbc/cERA25_pq5I/s320/Death%2BValley%2BBadwater%2BBasin%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605308866399501170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If you double click on the photo below and look just left of center of the photo, you will see a tiny white sign high above Badwater Basin.  It says "sea level".  The next photo is a closer view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QgOfw4eZpYI/TcoOtSXKZBI/AAAAAAAABbM/f12P8eKocaI/s1600/Death%2BValley%2BSea%2BLevel%2BSign%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QgOfw4eZpYI/TcoOtSXKZBI/AAAAAAAABbM/f12P8eKocaI/s320/Death%2BValley%2BSea%2BLevel%2BSign%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605308857401893906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43lt0ZtMeKg/TcoOtiv6vLI/AAAAAAAABbU/ElYXv2wR56k/s1600/Death%2BValley%2BSea%2BLevel%2BSign%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43lt0ZtMeKg/TcoOtiv6vLI/AAAAAAAABbU/ElYXv2wR56k/s320/Death%2BValley%2BSea%2BLevel%2BSign%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605308861800692914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;More Death Valley photos to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a tortoise in my yard once.  Every time I tried to herd it, the darn thing just withdrew into its den and sat there.  Carrying your den on your back is cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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All three are doing fine and living with foster families until they are old enough to be released back into the wild.  That made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the black widow spider, she disappeared before I could deal with her.  There was probably too much activity going on in my recycle bin.  I wonder where she is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past week, I have been awakened every morning around 6:00 a.m. with the sound of birds crashing into my window and pecking.  This continues throughout the day.  It upset Rylie, who growled, whined and barked the first few days, but I guess he has resigned himself to his fate now.  The guy with the red beret in the photo below and his twin have been hanging out in the tree next to my window, trying to beat up their reflections:  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E7jo-r9S6x4/TcIuVuGJOsI/AAAAAAAABa0/SsepUO42r80/s1600/Visalia%2BBird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E7jo-r9S6x4/TcIuVuGJOsI/AAAAAAAABa0/SsepUO42r80/s320/Visalia%2BBird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603091837088250562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There are tons of orange groves and orchards in this area.  Below is one of the orange groves with the snow-covered Sierras in the background:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RqdQLbWQlzc/TcIuViGJGPI/AAAAAAAABa8/Tb2hJl8l-7U/s1600/Visalia%2BOrange%2BGrove%2Band%2BMountains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RqdQLbWQlzc/TcIuViGJGPI/AAAAAAAABa8/Tb2hJl8l-7U/s320/Visalia%2BOrange%2BGrove%2Band%2BMountains.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603091833867016434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed the below orange grove the other day, and wondered about all of the fruit carpeting the ground.  What a waste.  Especially when you consider all of the water these trees require, and water is a precious commodity around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kQ2PXHgmDrE/TcIuVwzrjbI/AAAAAAAABbE/x3177XpWPWU/s1600/Visalia%2BWasted%2BOranges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kQ2PXHgmDrE/TcIuVwzrjbI/AAAAAAAABbE/x3177XpWPWU/s320/Visalia%2BWasted%2BOranges.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603091837816114610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My final update is about ants.  In my bedroom.  I made the mistake of putting something under my motorhome, not realizing that it was touching the bottom of the motorhome.  Those little stinkers made their way inside the motorhome and came out one of the drawers in my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hooked up my portable propane tank after arriving here, it didn't work at first.  I had to let it sit overnight, and then it magically starting working again without me doing anything.  Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Cinco de Mayo.  You know what that means:  margaritas!  Visalia is actually better than I was expecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If The Staff would open the widow and take off the screen, I could probably catch one of those annoying birds the next time it hangs by one leg to peck at the window.  I told you she wouldn't do anything about that spider.  At least she disposed of the ants.  They taste funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Half of the can is for trash, and the other half is for recyclables.  Pretty cool.  Except for the large black widow spider hanging out in the recyclables side.  I know it's a black widow because I saw the red hourglass.  I thought that after the trash was picked up it would be gone, dumped into the garbage truck, but it's still there.  Did I mention that it's very large?  I don't like spiders.  I don't want to kill it, but I don't really want it hanging around near my motorhome, either.  What to do?  Spider spray?  Is there such a thing that will actually work?  I will have to investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Hawaii photos below.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0VcgUJ9wa5c/TbXT4apJgwI/AAAAAAAABak/U6icZZNTlC4/s1600/Turtles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0VcgUJ9wa5c/TbXT4apJgwI/AAAAAAAABak/U6icZZNTlC4/s320/Turtles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599614677883126530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Turtles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2-8wt2EFgu0/TbXT4F0d1eI/AAAAAAAABac/vE_Em94KDuw/s1600/Torch%2BLighter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2-8wt2EFgu0/TbXT4F0d1eI/AAAAAAAABac/vE_Em94KDuw/s320/Torch%2BLighter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599614672293451234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tiki Torch Lighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4XEbPTlvV3A/TbXT4J_4vWI/AAAAAAAABaU/ctVPz9_Ev-w/s1600/South%2BPoint%2B6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4XEbPTlvV3A/TbXT4J_4vWI/AAAAAAAABaU/ctVPz9_Ev-w/s320/South%2BPoint%2B6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599614673415093602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;South Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zrqFovvLYrU/TbXTaeQGXwI/AAAAAAAABaM/Sjwe8qzL6OA/s1600/South%2BPoint%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zrqFovvLYrU/TbXTaeQGXwI/AAAAAAAABaM/Sjwe8qzL6OA/s320/South%2BPoint%2B5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599614163455729410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Old Boat Hoist at South Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-II3yNbrZFCU/TbXTZ7OgipI/AAAAAAAABaE/KCgrCk7jkwI/s1600/South%2BPoint%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-II3yNbrZFCU/TbXTZ7OgipI/AAAAAAAABaE/KCgrCk7jkwI/s320/South%2BPoint%2B4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599614154053814930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View from South Point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VJH9m5OIBAk/TbXTZtAFeFI/AAAAAAAABZ8/mAGPRmlXEpo/s1600/South%2BPoint%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VJH9m5OIBAk/TbXTZtAFeFI/AAAAAAAABZ8/mAGPRmlXEpo/s320/South%2BPoint%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599614150235224146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Where They Used to Tie Up the Canoes at South Point&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; the current is very strong here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8p9vl4CBiZQ/TbXTZcP13dI/AAAAAAAABZ0/UxH4SqzRgJA/s1600/South%2BPoint%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8p9vl4CBiZQ/TbXTZcP13dI/AAAAAAAABZ0/UxH4SqzRgJA/s320/South%2BPoint%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599614145737907666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Another View from South Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-txBs7sE5CXs/TbXTZKWGYOI/AAAAAAAABZs/gETEllOsU8w/s1600/Hawaii%2BGraffiti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-txBs7sE5CXs/TbXTZKWGYOI/AAAAAAAABZs/gETEllOsU8w/s320/Hawaii%2BGraffiti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599614140932317410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hawaiian Graffiti -- It's written with coral rocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Staff is a big chicken when it comes to spiders, especially big black widows. Should we take bets on how long she is going to avoid it before she does something about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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We were about a half a block away on a very busy street when we came across what looked like a dead baby opossum on the sidewalk.  We walked a little bit further and came across another baby opossum, but this one was very much alive.  It hissed at Rylie when he stuck his nose near it, which really started him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around, but there was no mom in sight.  I knew they wouldn't survive in that busy spot, so we ran back to the motorhome and got a box.  I put the active one into the box, then gave the dead-looking one a tiny nudge and it moved -- it was still alive.  So I put that one in the box too.  We walked a little further, and Rylie found another baby hiding in the leaves.  Into the box it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3oB7CzTRTc/Ta0P2OJrr_I/AAAAAAAABZE/FqTe7Xsr_qI/s1600/Opossums.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3oB7CzTRTc/Ta0P2OJrr_I/AAAAAAAABZE/FqTe7Xsr_qI/s320/Opossums.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597147336077455346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought them to the Lindsay Museum wildlife hospital, where they take in injured and orphaned wildlife.  You may recall my post last year when I did a squirrel rescue.   Unfortunately, that squirrel had been run over by a car and didn't make it.  The opossums looked like they might make it.  The volunteers at Lindsay Museum Hospital take care of the babies until they are large and healthy enough to be released back into the wild.  It's a great organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that female opossums have two uteruses and can have about 20 babies.  When they get a little older, they hang on to the mother and hitch a ride.  Unfortunately, they sometimes fall off, and Mom doesn't know it, so babies commonly get left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I had a great day with my gal pals, Mari and Cheryl.  We went to the Earth Day celebration at the John Muir House in Martinez, then did a hike nearby.  The hills are still very lush and green, with dainty little wildflowers.  I didn't have my camera with me, so you'll have to use your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we went to Crockett and The Dead Fish, where we had a tasty late lunch overlooking the bay.  There might have been wine involved.  It's really a nice spot for lunch or dinner and they have a large outdoor patio with great bay views.  Afterward we walked across the Carquinez Bridge and back.  Views from the bridge below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cd_qHf_zQZA/Ta0P3bf_Y7I/AAAAAAAABZk/O9i0wtuBOV8/s1600/Crockett%2BSecond%2BView%2BFrom%2BBridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cd_qHf_zQZA/Ta0P3bf_Y7I/AAAAAAAABZk/O9i0wtuBOV8/s320/Crockett%2BSecond%2BView%2BFrom%2BBridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597147356840551346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kep-E4382Vk/Ta0P3DH3QpI/AAAAAAAABZc/Gs5gpy_lIYE/s1600/Crockett%2BView%2Bfrom%2BBridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kep-E4382Vk/Ta0P3DH3QpI/AAAAAAAABZc/Gs5gpy_lIYE/s320/Crockett%2BView%2Bfrom%2BBridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597147350296904338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XFDY2f7RqhM/Ta0P2tOoLOI/AAAAAAAABZU/50HhEIy7FTo/s1600/Cheryl%252C%2BMari%2Band%2BMe%2Bon%2BBridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XFDY2f7RqhM/Ta0P2tOoLOI/AAAAAAAABZU/50HhEIy7FTo/s320/Cheryl%252C%2BMari%2Band%2BMe%2Bon%2BBridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597147344419695842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheryl, Mari and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fNLEX49qjRY/Ta0P2e5SxpI/AAAAAAAABZM/0Y-RhM_4Ux8/s1600/Cheryl%2Band%2BMari%2Bon%2BBridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fNLEX49qjRY/Ta0P2e5SxpI/AAAAAAAABZM/0Y-RhM_4Ux8/s320/Cheryl%2Band%2BMari%2Bon%2BBridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597147340572116626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheryl and Mari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I arrived in Visalia, CA for more Air Photo work.  I guess the party is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it weren't for my superior nose, The Staff never would have found that third opossum.  She really needs a lot of help when it comes to her olfactory sense.  Humans have a poor excuse for a nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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In ancient Hawaiian times, people could be executed for violating an enormous system of laws. One law stated that the lower classes could not look at or walk on the same trails as the upper classes. Another said they could not walk in the shadow of the king. Violating this complicated legal system resulted in execution by club, strangulation, fire, or spear. However, if the lawbreaker was able to escape his pursuers and make it to the Place of Refuge, he could perform certain rituals as dictated by the priest, and then all would be forgiven and he could return home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had a very interesting experience while visiting this Place of Refuge. I'm not sure if it was spiritual or emotional, but it definitely affected me. Since Julie's back was bothering her that day, I visited this place by myself, and it was almost entirely deserted when I arrived. As soon as I entered the grounds I felt feelings of peace and comfort overtake me. It sounds strange, but I felt like this place was familiar, like home, even though I had never been here before. As I strolled the grounds I smelled the sweetest fragrance, although I could not see flowers or anything blooming. I was so overcome with emotion that I actually had tears in my eyes, although I could not tell you why. If you go to the Big Island, I highly recommend a visit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The photo above is of the Great Wall, which was built in the 1500s. It was made without chiseled stones and without mortar. I took a lot of photos here, as you will see below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594462177884419842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xjbV6CL1tyQ/TaOFtcYotwI/AAAAAAAABYk/abKMaCPJIzM/s320/Place%2Bof%2BRefuge%2B2%2Btotems.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594458702746359554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gT5hbWz3HrA/TaOCjKfKFwI/AAAAAAAABYM/z1KFkpsOZHk/s320/Place%2Bof%2BRefuge%2B3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S4LJbzIm1iU/TaOCjFaZuvI/AAAAAAAABYE/WvtiK1gklY0/s1600/Place%2Bof%2BRefuge%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594458701384235762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S4LJbzIm1iU/TaOCjFaZuvI/AAAAAAAABYE/WvtiK1gklY0/s320/Place%2Bof%2BRefuge%2B5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YnXooU7I4wQ/TaOCi2qihFI/AAAAAAAABX8/Ui5odCmbmFk/s1600/Place%2Bof%2BRefuge%2B6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594458697425388626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YnXooU7I4wQ/TaOCi2qihFI/AAAAAAAABX8/Ui5odCmbmFk/s320/Place%2Bof%2BRefuge%2B6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KknwnzSsNfU/TaOCiqbXoWI/AAAAAAAABX0/JWhdxXa-GBI/s1600/Place%2Bof%2BRefuge%2B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594458694140535138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KknwnzSsNfU/TaOCiqbXoWI/AAAAAAAABX0/JWhdxXa-GBI/s320/Place%2Bof%2BRefuge%2B7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JLook2Vrb-U/TaOBqX4JDlI/AAAAAAAABXs/xbdIvIRP9Hs/s1600/Place%2Bof%2BRefuge%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594457727088266834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JLook2Vrb-U/TaOBqX4JDlI/AAAAAAAABXs/xbdIvIRP9Hs/s320/Place%2Bof%2BRefuge%2B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3SmQWtoPWSc/TaOBqCDoYVI/AAAAAAAABXk/BefctlyYI5o/s1600/Place%2Bof%2BRefuge%2B14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594457721230877010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3SmQWtoPWSc/TaOBqCDoYVI/AAAAAAAABXk/BefctlyYI5o/s320/Place%2Bof%2BRefuge%2B14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ozKY3iXn46w/TaOBpxnnHkI/AAAAAAAABXc/OJCqAxgbGIE/s1600/Place%2Bof%2BRefuge%2B13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594457716818386498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ozKY3iXn46w/TaOBpxnnHkI/AAAAAAAABXc/OJCqAxgbGIE/s320/Place%2Bof%2BRefuge%2B13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JaohYkB6gmU/TaOBpqaMaRI/AAAAAAAABXU/39CxsEc6F5M/s1600/Place%2Bof%2BRefuge%2B10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594457714883062034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JaohYkB6gmU/TaOBpqaMaRI/AAAAAAAABXU/39CxsEc6F5M/s320/Place%2Bof%2BRefuge%2B10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wd6uwhwEt6Q/TaOBpWfy4zI/AAAAAAAABXM/1vuE6fczPAY/s1600/Place%2Bof%2BRefuge%2B15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594457709537846066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wd6uwhwEt6Q/TaOBpWfy4zI/AAAAAAAABXM/1vuE6fczPAY/s320/Place%2Bof%2BRefuge%2B15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dwmx0CT2F_A/TaOBBY_c16I/AAAAAAAABXE/yrDa629T-EY/s1600/Place%2Bof%2BRefuge%2B16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594457023012722594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dwmx0CT2F_A/TaOBBY_c16I/AAAAAAAABXE/yrDa629T-EY/s320/Place%2Bof%2BRefuge%2B16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DqMomEj_Aeo/TaOBBIBWPtI/AAAAAAAABW8/JG9ORzkq6rY/s1600/Place%2Bof%2BRefuge%2B17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594457018457276114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DqMomEj_Aeo/TaOBBIBWPtI/AAAAAAAABW8/JG9ORzkq6rY/s320/Place%2Bof%2BRefuge%2B17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; A Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W5BNfOTJXd8/TaOBAztSz2I/AAAAAAAABW0/N4d2Rcxl6qQ/s1600/Place%2Bof%2BRefuge%2B18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594457013004455778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W5BNfOTJXd8/TaOBAztSz2I/AAAAAAAABW0/N4d2Rcxl6qQ/s320/Place%2Bof%2BRefuge%2B18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gykDcfk2g7s/TaOBAonMXkI/AAAAAAAABWs/c3KT2mCJ66Y/s1600/Place%2Bof%2BRefuge%2B19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594457010026077762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gykDcfk2g7s/TaOBAonMXkI/AAAAAAAABWs/c3KT2mCJ66Y/s320/Place%2Bof%2BRefuge%2B19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Im5oM51gweQ/TaOBAbcMjBI/AAAAAAAABWk/PcXa39iqe0c/s1600/Place%2Bof%2BRefuge%2B20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594457006490291218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Im5oM51gweQ/TaOBAbcMjBI/AAAAAAAABWk/PcXa39iqe0c/s320/Place%2Bof%2BRefuge%2B20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dogs know all about places of refuge. They are called dens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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For the past two weeks I've been in Las Vegas visiting my parents, who were visiting from Minnesota.  Cammie, Doug, and my nephew, Nate, showed up for a weekend and surprised my parents.  They really got a kick out of that.  Mom and Dad flew back today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xD8A2J5eAuw/TZaiwmfODkI/AAAAAAAABWE/HynMNLe8A58/s1600/Las%2BVegas%2BPeppermill%2BPhoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xD8A2J5eAuw/TZaiwmfODkI/AAAAAAAABWE/HynMNLe8A58/s320/Las%2BVegas%2BPeppermill%2BPhoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590834943275961922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Family at The Peppermill, left to right, Mom, Dad, Nate, Doug, Cammie and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I missed seeing them for a few days because I developed walking pneumonia and had to wait until the antibiotics kicked in.  Since I never get sick, I was not happy this had to happen while they were here.  I got an extra bonus of spending some time with my friend Charlee.  The weather was lousy the first few days I was here, but it has really turned beautiful -- and even hot -- lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My freelance writing business has been taking off lately, so that has been keeping me pretty busy too.  I will be headed to Pahrump after Las Vegas to attend a rally that my client wants me to attend, then I will return to the Bay Area to celebrate Cammie's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had some service and repairs done on the motorhome.  The guys at Desert Mobile RV Repair do an excellent job and they are so nice.  I highly recommend them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I owe you all a bunch of Hawaii photos.  Here's a few from the deep sea fishing trip I told you about earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D2pAmjEJMX8/TZadAhvxUxI/AAAAAAAABV8/6pHu5VznbyQ/s1600/Fishing%2BRob%2Band%2BTeddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D2pAmjEJMX8/TZadAhvxUxI/AAAAAAAABV8/6pHu5VznbyQ/s320/Fishing%2BRob%2Band%2BTeddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590828619811345170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;Captain Rob and First Mate Teddy welcoming us aboard the Integrity, the "little boat" owned by the founder of Cirque de Soleil, Guy Laliberte.  He also owns a $30 million sailboat.  His father, Gaston, invited us along, and we had a really fun day.  Fishing is not normally my thing -- I feel sorry for the fish -- but I have to admit those yellow fin tuna made a tasty dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JVTNzolv7mo/TZadAWUA6SI/AAAAAAAABV0/8jVvKInpU74/s1600/fishing_23feb11_0099_copy_web%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JVTNzolv7mo/TZadAWUA6SI/AAAAAAAABV0/8jVvKInpU74/s320/fishing_23feb11_0099_copy_web%255B1%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590828616742136098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Left to right, Don, Julie, Bob, Me, Rob and Gaston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-icNlGxS2zcY/TZadAEa87yI/AAAAAAAABVs/XyjBORQFsrs/s1600/fishing_23feb11_0003_copy_web%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-icNlGxS2zcY/TZadAEa87yI/AAAAAAAABVs/XyjBORQFsrs/s320/fishing_23feb11_0003_copy_web%255B1%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590828611939397410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Teddy giving me lessons on how to reel in the big one.  That turned out to be unnecessary, although Bob reeled in a 580-pound marlin two weeks earlier in this same chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;How nice to get a visit from The Grand Staff.  I'm her favorite grandpuppy, you know.  (She still calls me her grandpuppy.)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Unfortunately, my camera has a delay, so I couldn't seem to catch them when they were leaping out of the water, except for the last photo.  You'll have to double click on the photos to enlarge them and see them a bit better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lXdQSdADAcU/TX_Z5B-hgOI/AAAAAAAABVk/z3P1BFCoP_4/s1600/Dolphins%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lXdQSdADAcU/TX_Z5B-hgOI/AAAAAAAABVk/z3P1BFCoP_4/s320/Dolphins%2B5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584421636769153250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One pod of dolphins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lU2bypv-2u8/TX_Z4xX0w4I/AAAAAAAABVc/D6340HveDks/s1600/Dolphins%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lU2bypv-2u8/TX_Z4xX0w4I/AAAAAAAABVc/D6340HveDks/s320/Dolphins%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584421632311870338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KUS0U9OaHXE/TX_Z4rLgh5I/AAAAAAAABVU/vwN9lUyctIk/s1600/Dolphins%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KUS0U9OaHXE/TX_Z4rLgh5I/AAAAAAAABVU/vwN9lUyctIk/s320/Dolphins%2B4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584421630649599890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mother and Baby on the upper left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KBl4fInTeqA/TX_Z4CuBdII/AAAAAAAABVM/qSsmoFPRtgg/s1600/Dolphins%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KBl4fInTeqA/TX_Z4CuBdII/AAAAAAAABVM/qSsmoFPRtgg/s320/Dolphins%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584421619788510338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Jumping for Joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;While The Staff was off having fun in Hawaii, I was experiencing the culinary delights of Chef Doug.  That's right, I'm talking table scraps.  Tri tip, for starters.  The Staff never cooks tri tip.  What's wrong with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I especially enjoyed swimming with the turtle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J8vpalvlDRA/TXm5Lu2_WSI/AAAAAAAABUk/puie_PvFraU/s1600/Hapuna%2BBeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J8vpalvlDRA/TXm5Lu2_WSI/AAAAAAAABUk/puie_PvFraU/s320/Hapuna%2BBeach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582696824310815010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u3cTsjXZGic/TXm5LKkhUkI/AAAAAAAABUc/fhRc4wzHBPE/s1600/Hapuna%2BBeach%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u3cTsjXZGic/TXm5LKkhUkI/AAAAAAAABUc/fhRc4wzHBPE/s320/Hapuna%2BBeach%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582696814569673282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-prFhRVHbTOQ/TXm5hIJ8zfI/AAAAAAAABVE/YDtNrbWLDts/s1600/Hapuna%2BBeach%2BPicnic%2BArea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-prFhRVHbTOQ/TXm5hIJ8zfI/AAAAAAAABVE/YDtNrbWLDts/s320/Hapuna%2BBeach%2BPicnic%2BArea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582697191878479346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Picnic Area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ez7CIREITZE/TXm5gg7lAFI/AAAAAAAABU8/M3M4Xxmstsw/s1600/Hapuna%2BBeach%2BKids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ez7CIREITZE/TXm5gg7lAFI/AAAAAAAABU8/M3M4Xxmstsw/s320/Hapuna%2BBeach%2BKids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582697181349216338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I had such a wonderful time in Hawaii, and I have many photos to share.  The Big Island is so diverse and interesting.  Did you know that it has 10 of the 15 types of climatic zones in the world?  Did you also know that Hawaii's tallest mountain, Mauna Kea, is actually taller than Mt. Everest?  It's just that its base is 17,000 feet below sea level, so it doesn't seem like it.  We could see snow on Mauna Kea from Julie and Bob's house, where we sipped mai tais while wearing shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie and Bob have a fabulous ocean view from their place, and we could see whales breaching and spouting from their dining room.  We saw many whales while I was there.  More on the whale watching later.  It will take me awhile to get all of my photos posted.  You'll just have to be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe The Staff went to the beach without me.  She knows how I like to dig in the sand.  Doghouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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This week I am in paradise on the Big Island of Hawaii.  Julie and Bob have a really nice place overlooking the ocean in Waimea, also known as Kamuela.  The whales come in really close to shore along the road we drive to and from town, so we have seen quite a few so far.  Tomorrow we go on a whale watching boat, so hopefully we will get up close and personal with some of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The day after I got here, we went deep sea fishing on a boat owned by the founder of Cirque de Soleil, Guy Laliberte.  Guy is not in Hawaii right now, but his father, Gaston, took us out on the boat.  He is friends with Bob and his real estate business partner, and a very nice man.  We also got to see Guy's house -- or one of them -- since Gaston and his wife are staying there for the winter.  It was fun seeing how a billionaire lives, and wow, what a gorgeous place.  He bought it for $35 million a few years ago.  Too bad I couldn't take photos.  I also got to meet Guy's brother, Jean, who lives here in Hawaii fulltime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, back to the fishing.  On our way out of the harbor we saw a large pod, or maybe a couple of pods of spinner dolphins.  That was fun watching them leaping and spinning, and we saw mothers with babies too.  Julie, Bob and I all caught some tiny yellow fin tuna, so we had yummy fresh fish for dinner the next day.  Bob had caught a 558 pound marlin on that boat two weeks ago, but this time we only had a bite from a 120 pounder, before it got away.  We had a fun day and the water was as smooth as a skating rink.  I'll have to post the photos later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Last night we had a really excellent dinner at Brown's Beach House at the Fairmont Orchid hotel.  What a beautiful place!  We sat outside amongst the tiki torches for a dinner that lasted several hours, and every course was a mouth-watering delight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Rylie had a little trouble the first night at Cammie and Doug's place.  I think he must have awakened confused about where he was.  He was sad the first day and didn't eat his dinner. which is highly unusual for him.  But after that he seemed to adjust just fine.  I miss that little pork chop, and our morning snuggle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rylie's Notes&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hey, I kind of like it at The Junior Staff's place.  They have lots of room, they give me treats, and I get to hang out with a guy for a change.  Best of all, I get some table scraps, and this guy can cook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Whitney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Remember all of those photos from my travels along the Eastern Sierras last fall that I keep promising to get posted?  Well, here's a few more.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TUjwZZi-r-I/AAAAAAAABT0/sEDGkVmiQv8/s1600/Mono%2BLake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TUjwZZi-r-I/AAAAAAAABT0/sEDGkVmiQv8/s320/Mono%2BLake2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568965258388615138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mono Lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TUjwZGlULXI/AAAAAAAABTs/1McaWqf9pj8/s1600/June%2BLake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TUjwZGlULXI/AAAAAAAABTs/1McaWqf9pj8/s320/June%2BLake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568965253298138482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;June Lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There is a loop around June Lake, as well as some other little lakes, that you can take from Highway 395 that is around 12-15 miles.  It's very pretty and there are some quaint towns -- I recommend it.  Maybe not this time of year, unless you like snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was vacuuming last week I discovered that Rylie broke a tooth.  A big molar.  No more Nylabones for him.  I brought him in to the vet, and the rest of it needs to be extracted this week because the pulp is exposed.  They will need to put him under anesthesia, and will clean his teeth while they are at it.  We also started him on an anti-inflammatory for the limp he has been experiencing off and on since last summer, as well as glucosamine and chondroitin tablets.  Does that stuff really work?  I hope he is feeling better soon.  Poor guy can't always make it when he jumps up to his favorite spots on the bed or the back of the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm going to Hawaii!  My sister Julie has lived on the Big Island of Hawaii for two years now, and I can't believe I haven't been over there to visit yet.  That's waaaay overdue!  I'm very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute.  This just sounds like bad news and more bad news.  If The Staff thinks I'm going back to vet, she's crazy.  I will make my escape while she is sleeping, or maybe when she's in the shower.  I can live with a broken tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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While traveling the road to Bodie, it's easy to  understand why this once-thriving metropolis with a population of 10,000  residents, is now a ghost town.  That road is terrible!  Especially the  last few miles.  I believe it was the road to Bodie that signed the  death warrant for the shock absorbers on my motorhome. ( Of course I  know that the roads were different back when Bodie was a thriving mining  town, and that they weren't made for motorhomes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodie claims  to be the most well-preserved ghost town in the country.  I have  included a lot of photos, so you can judge for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TP8Bw4oy1jI/AAAAAAAABTM/H_XCrdKobpo/s1600/Bodie%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TP8Bw4oy1jI/AAAAAAAABTM/H_XCrdKobpo/s320/Bodie%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548155205292578354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TP8BjK0k8nI/AAAAAAAABTE/zJQ_zHtuXsY/s1600/Bodie%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TP8BjK0k8nI/AAAAAAAABTE/zJQ_zHtuXsY/s320/Bodie%2B4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548154969655669362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TP8BixmMhfI/AAAAAAAABS8/mgEyd6bc_BU/s1600/Bodie%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TP8Amowhf4I/AAAAAAAABRk/xHzLRVG776A/s320/Bodie%2B16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548153929719709570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TP8AmVs6l8I/AAAAAAAABRc/x7vLDqvuX78/s1600/Bodie%2B17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TP8AmVs6l8I/AAAAAAAABRc/x7vLDqvuX78/s320/Bodie%2B17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548153924604303298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TP8AmY_K66I/AAAAAAAABRU/E71hEGNl_-Y/s1600/Bodie%2B18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TP8AmY_K66I/AAAAAAAABRU/E71hEGNl_-Y/s320/Bodie%2B18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548153925486177186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Staff has been doing her morning run without me.  First she takes me for a 30-45 minute walk, then brings me back home and feeds me breakfast.  Then she goes back out for her run.  She gives some weak excuse about my leg being too sore to run.  That's okay, I get my revenge.  While she is gone, I get up on the table.  heeheehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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It had been years since I had been to  Yosemite, and I was anxious to get back.  Although I didn't have enough time in my schedule to do a  proper visit, I did want to at least have a quick, little, look-see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  pal Lorna was headed that way, so we both managed to snag a campsite in  the Tuolumne Meadows campground.  It's pretty high elevation there,  around 8,000 feet.  That meant chilly nights and a lot of huffing and  puffing when I went hiking.  I did a hike to the top of Lembert Dome, and then took a side trip to Dog Lake on the way back down.  You'll have to double click on the photos to see some of the finer details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TOyI2GYWepI/AAAAAAAABQ8/6p87OaosJIE/s1600/Yosemite%2BHiker%2Bon%2BLembert%2BDome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TOyI2GYWepI/AAAAAAAABQ8/6p87OaosJIE/s320/Yosemite%2BHiker%2Bon%2BLembert%2BDome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542955704393300626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hiker on Lembert Dome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TOyI1267zdI/AAAAAAAABQ0/kj4n93zFN2I/s1600/Yosemite%2BView%2B2%2Bfrom%2BLembert%2BDome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TOyI1267zdI/AAAAAAAABQ0/kj4n93zFN2I/s320/Yosemite%2BView%2B2%2Bfrom%2BLembert%2BDome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542955700243385810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;View from Lembert Dome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TOyI1l9Bo_I/AAAAAAAABQs/zmdzMPWhSM8/s1600/Yosemite%2BView%2Bfrom%2BLembert%2BDome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TOyI1l9Bo_I/AAAAAAAABQs/zmdzMPWhSM8/s320/Yosemite%2BView%2Bfrom%2BLembert%2BDome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542955695688754162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;View from Lembert Dome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TOyI1dPtCSI/AAAAAAAABQk/9X1KZqt-k08/s1600/Yosemite%2BDog%2BLake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TOyI1dPtCSI/AAAAAAAABQk/9X1KZqt-k08/s320/Yosemite%2BDog%2BLake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542955693351176482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dog Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the _______?!  The Staff went to Dog Lake &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without a dog&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32745351-7808675854840998189?l=travelswithrylie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelswithrylie.blogspot.com/feeds/7808675854840998189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32745351&amp;postID=7808675854840998189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32745351/posts/default/7808675854840998189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32745351/posts/default/7808675854840998189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelswithrylie.blogspot.com/2010/11/best-honda-service-ever.html' title='Best Honda Service Ever'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03620982836900558739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/STC6vZrdhAI/AAAAAAAAAu0/_Mgs3dMM2Sg/S220/HR+Resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32745351.post-2517493105496676827</id><published>2010-10-29T20:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T21:09:52.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood-Sucking Parasite, Continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before I left Carson City, I had to get my front shocks on the motorhome replaced.  One was completely broken.  I think the road to Bodie signed the death certificate on that one.  Another $300 down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'll start the catch up on my recent activities.  After I left Pismo Beach I headed to a Lazy Daze Ladeze (ladies) get-together.  This was my first with this group, although I have known and traveled with Lorna and some of the other gals before.  We stayed at the BLM Tuttle Creek campground at the foot of Mt. Whitney in Lone Pine, CA, on the eastern side of the Sierras along Highway 395.  What a view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TMuX0iWmm0I/AAAAAAAABQc/XlZmtqJXItQ/s1600/Lone+Pine+Ladeze+Rigs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TMuX0iWmm0I/AAAAAAAABQc/XlZmtqJXItQ/s320/Lone+Pine+Ladeze+Rigs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533683495985388354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Rigs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TMuXumtml9I/AAAAAAAABQU/DfBA5qna_nQ/s1600/Lone+Pine+Tuttle+Creek+Campsite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TMuXumtml9I/AAAAAAAABQU/DfBA5qna_nQ/s320/Lone+Pine+Tuttle+Creek+Campsite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533683394076383186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My Campsite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TMuXlI9OumI/AAAAAAAABQM/cdcO7D4N_oQ/s1600/Lone+Pine+Ladeze+Group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TMuXlI9OumI/AAAAAAAABQM/cdcO7D4N_oQ/s320/Lone+Pine+Ladeze+Group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533683231470041698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Ladeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned, we ate, we did some wine tasting, and we took in some of the local sights.  More on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were lots of dogs at this gathering, but as usual, The Staff wouldn't let me hump any of them.  How else am I supposed to let them know who's boss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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For many, dogs become almost like children.  I know that for me, just seeing Rylie's wagging tail and freckled face will move me from a sad place to a happy one, and I can't help but smile.  When we lose our furry loved ones, it is just as painful as losing a beloved friend or family member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laila, also known as The Little Squirt to Rylie, came into my daughter Cammie's life when she was just a little pup.  Her beautiful Sheltie coat was complemented by her sweet and loving spirit.  Laila struggled with strange health problems that the vets could never diagnose, despite numerous and costly medical tests.  Poor Cammie tried everything she could think of - numerous food changes and medications -- but nothing seemed to work.  Even though she was only five years old, Laila aged.  Her fur became gray, her eyes stopped blinking and she sustained corneal abrasions, she vomited frequently and lost all muscle mass.  Despite all of her health problems, Laila never lost her sweet spirit.  She always greeted everyone with a wagging tail and kisses, no matter how poorly she was feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, her poor little body couldn't take any more, and Cammie had to say goodbye.  For those of you that have lost a pet, you know the toll this takes and how traumatic it can be.  Cammie and Laila were both so strong and brave, and this wound will take time to heal, but sweet little Laila will live forever in our hearts.  We are better people for having had her in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will never know for sure what caused Laila's symptoms, but we wonder if it was the flea treatment she was on since she was a pup.  It turns out that many pets are getting sick and even dying from various flea treatments, even when the dosing and application directions are followed to the letter.  Dogs younger than three years and less than 20 pounds that are given flea treatments are especially prone to problems.  If you give your pet flea treatments, please observe them carefully for any irritation or problems.  Also, if you have noticed any problems with your pet after receiving flea treatment, I would be interested in hearing about it.  Symptoms can range from hair loss, skin irritations, excitability after receiving treatment, nausea, and neurological problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Little Squirt was the sweetest little sister a dog could have.  I will miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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There were some really neat rocks on the beach in a variety of colors, as you'll see below.  You'll probably need to double click on the photos to get the full effect.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvohhc24TI/AAAAAAAABPk/9sLKCj0dT9k/s1600/Pismo+Beach+White+Rocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvohhc24TI/AAAAAAAABPk/9sLKCj0dT9k/s320/Pismo+Beach+White+Rocks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524765030512779570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvohrxdrcI/AAAAAAAABPc/mQC_I82npyY/s1600/Pismo+Beach+White+and+Black+Rocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvohrxdrcI/AAAAAAAABPc/mQC_I82npyY/s320/Pismo+Beach+White+and+Black+Rocks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524765033283562946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvoLEOmCkI/AAAAAAAABPM/T71EIk5-Lmc/s1600/Pismo+Beach+Rylie+Exploring+Cave2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvoLEOmCkI/AAAAAAAABPM/T71EIk5-Lmc/s320/Pismo+Beach+Rylie+Exploring+Cave2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524764644711205442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvoK_91gKI/AAAAAAAABPE/KYul-GWeR40/s1600/Pismo+Beach+Rylie+in+Front+of+Cave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvoK_91gKI/AAAAAAAABPE/KYul-GWeR40/s320/Pismo+Beach+Rylie+in+Front+of+Cave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524764643567173794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvnr2Z7p1I/AAAAAAAABOs/NzAp9vpcHTU/s1600/Pismo+Beach+Rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvnr2Z7p1I/AAAAAAAABOs/NzAp9vpcHTU/s320/Pismo+Beach+Rock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524764108424718162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvohRVhUfI/AAAAAAAABPU/U-BqRt1tHwQ/s1600/Pismo+Beach+Wharf+Better.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvohRVhUfI/AAAAAAAABPU/U-BqRt1tHwQ/s320/Pismo+Beach+Wharf+Better.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524765026187039218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvoKu9wPFI/AAAAAAAABO8/Q6x4GVQt-lE/s1600/Pismo+Beach+tire+Tracks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvoKu9wPFI/AAAAAAAABO8/Q6x4GVQt-lE/s320/Pismo+Beach+tire+Tracks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524764639003425874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tire tracks on Pismo Beach.  You can drive on a portion of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvoKgEgBaI/AAAAAAAABO0/x6sekwb5fpA/s1600/Pismo+Beach+Small+Birds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvoKgEgBaI/AAAAAAAABO0/x6sekwb5fpA/s320/Pismo+Beach+Small+Birds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524764635005191586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvnrp8SuqI/AAAAAAAABOk/78tfrpZDXK4/s1600/Pismo+Beach+Green+on+Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvnrp8SuqI/AAAAAAAABOk/78tfrpZDXK4/s320/Pismo+Beach+Green+on+Beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524764105079175842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One day while we were walking on the beach we saw all of these people in the water, and they were not wearing wet suits.  That water is cold!  These brave souls were there helping disabled people to surf.  Everyone cheered when someone successfully surfed a wave.  It was a great sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvnra6UhEI/AAAAAAAABOc/vJC5_CgvkGw/s1600/Pismo+Beach+Disabled+Surfers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvnra6UhEI/AAAAAAAABOc/vJC5_CgvkGw/s320/Pismo+Beach+Disabled+Surfers2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524764101044372546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvnrDv7yXI/AAAAAAAABOU/m_Yq1iKlge0/s1600/Pismo+Beach+Disabled+Surfers3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvnrDv7yXI/AAAAAAAABOU/m_Yq1iKlge0/s320/Pismo+Beach+Disabled+Surfers3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524764094826793330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is an old stairway at the end of the beach, with a sign stating that it is dangerous and closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvnHwil21I/AAAAAAAABOM/xng0uW4yBO8/s1600/Pismo+Beach+Stairway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvnHwil21I/AAAAAAAABOM/xng0uW4yBO8/s320/Pismo+Beach+Stairway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524763488375135058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can see why when you get a closer look:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvnH-o9_3I/AAAAAAAABOE/7pb58v21KTg/s1600/Pismo+Beach+Close+up+Stairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvnH-o9_3I/AAAAAAAABOE/7pb58v21KTg/s320/Pismo+Beach+Close+up+Stairs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524763492159979378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvnHpc0vdI/AAAAAAAABN8/hE8dtGVbmGQ/s1600/Pismo+Beach+Blue+Sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvnHpc0vdI/AAAAAAAABN8/hE8dtGVbmGQ/s320/Pismo+Beach+Blue+Sky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524763486471896530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvnHZWey2I/AAAAAAAABN0/f-psKYRMpvk/s1600/Pismo+Beach+Big+White+Rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvnHZWey2I/AAAAAAAABN0/f-psKYRMpvk/s320/Pismo+Beach+Big+White+Rock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524763482150325090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love the photo below.  That's something you don't see very often on the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvnHEwMhgI/AAAAAAAABNs/X2vKCVxsvJc/s1600/Pismo+Beach+Bicyclist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvnHEwMhgI/AAAAAAAABNs/X2vKCVxsvJc/s320/Pismo+Beach+Bicyclist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524763476621035010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Some people might find those beach photos interesting, but I prefer the one below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvrfBtuZ-I/AAAAAAAABPs/Z3SN4y9WTdo/s1600/Rylies+New+Bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKvrfBtuZ-I/AAAAAAAABPs/Z3SN4y9WTdo/s320/Rylies+New+Bed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524768286168737762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me in my new bed.  Ahhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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That's why it has been so long since I have posted.  I had a big batch of fun while on my vacation, but first I'll start with something I did in San Francisco before my vacation started.  I did a Go Car Tour with my friend Nancy, and we really had a fun time.  Tooling around San Francisco in a three-wheeled vehicle that only goes 35 miles per hour, seeing the sights on a beautiful September day -- how could we not have fun???  The word of the day was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wheeeeee&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ghiradelli&lt;/span&gt; Square, East Beach, the Golden Gate Bridge, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Presidio&lt;/span&gt;, Lands End, the Palace of the Legion of Honor, the Palace of Fine Arts, Robin Williams' neighborhood, one of the houses where the Zodiac killer got one of his victims, and even drove down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bard S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;treet&lt;/span&gt;.  You get to create your own tour and can go at your own pace while the car gives you driving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;direc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tions&lt;/span&gt; and a bit of history on the sights you see along the way.  It's a great way to see the city.  I did an article about it (link provided), and you can see some more photos in the article slide show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/rv-travel-in-national/tour-san-francisco-on-three-wheels-instead-of-six-with-go-car-tours"&gt;http://www.examiner.com/rv-travel-in-national/tour-san-francisco-on-three-wheels-instead-of-six-with-go-car-tours&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKOFx-RfbaI/AAAAAAAABNk/s4KKISNbyOE/s1600/San+Francisco+Go+Car+Heidi+and+Nancy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKOFx-RfbaI/AAAAAAAABNk/s4KKISNbyOE/s320/San+Francisco+Go+Car+Heidi+and+Nancy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522404661662805410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKOFxsjCqhI/AAAAAAAABNc/ti0_KCV4MxU/s1600/San+Francisco+Marin+Headlands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKOFxsjCqhI/AAAAAAAABNc/ti0_KCV4MxU/s320/San+Francisco+Marin+Headlands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522404656904579602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;View of Marin Headlands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKOFxbndxpI/AAAAAAAABNU/Jfkq7of41sc/s1600/San+Francisco+Ocean+View.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TKOFxbndxpI/AAAAAAAABNU/Jfkq7of41sc/s320/San+Francisco+Ocean+View.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522404652359730834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The View South&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We also had a nice lunch outside afterwards and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ghiradelli&lt;/span&gt; ice cream.  What could be more perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Rylie's&lt;/span&gt; Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what could be more perfect -- if I had been invited.  No need to stick my head out the window in that vehicle -- it's an open vehicle.  A perfect ride for a dog.  What's this, lunch, ice cream, and no doggy bag?  The Staff was being piggy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Once his feet hit the sand he kept running, and running, and running.  He only stopped running for his second favorite beach activity: digging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TI_aiQLx4ZI/AAAAAAAABMk/cOViXwgNlJk/s1600/Rylie+Digging+on+Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TI_aiQLx4ZI/AAAAAAAABMk/cOViXwgNlJk/s320/Rylie+Digging+on+Beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516868350546928018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are always birds to fake charge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TI_ZIwvOZEI/AAAAAAAABMU/OzB0kCA7y58/s1600/Pismo+Beach+2+90810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TI_ZIwvOZEI/AAAAAAAABMU/OzB0kCA7y58/s320/Pismo+Beach+2+90810.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516866813097305154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And rocks to explore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TI_Zi0uwBeI/AAAAAAAABMc/UGMnoF28Fs4/s1600/Pismo+Rylie+on+Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TI_Zi0uwBeI/AAAAAAAABMc/UGMnoF28Fs4/s320/Pismo+Rylie+on+Beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516867260845655522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I got my new converter installed the next morning, and all is well now with my power, but not so great with my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Staff doesn't know what she is talking about.  This is my favorite beach activity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TI_xjmQj82I/AAAAAAAABM0/fY2gNeO9lG8/s1600/Pismo+Rylie+Marking+Territory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TI_xjmQj82I/AAAAAAAABM0/fY2gNeO9lG8/s320/Pismo+Rylie+Marking+Territory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516893662419874658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Marking my territory.  I continue my quest for world domination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32745351-3574897365289528429?l=travelswithrylie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelswithrylie.blogspot.com/feeds/3574897365289528429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32745351&amp;postID=3574897365289528429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32745351/posts/default/3574897365289528429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32745351/posts/default/3574897365289528429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelswithrylie.blogspot.com/2010/09/beach-boy.html' title='Beach Boy'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03620982836900558739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/STC6vZrdhAI/AAAAAAAAAu0/_Mgs3dMM2Sg/S220/HR+Resized.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TI_azrtgb0I/AAAAAAAABMs/xpTpcoe933w/s72-c/Rylie+On+Beach+90710.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32745351.post-9215430664824800924</id><published>2010-09-05T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T22:18:51.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston, we have a problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not very pleased with my motorhome right now.  I have been dealing with battery/power issues the past few days.  I replaced my two house batteries, because they were not maintaining a charge.  $350 later, they still aren't maintaining a charge.  It now looks like I might have a converter issue.  That's going to cost even more. It will have to wait until I get down to the Central Coast area on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the one thing that really stresses me out about this lifestyle -- repair issues.  That's because I am not mechanical, and it's very difficult to find reliable RV repair techs that don't leave you with a bigger problem than you started with.  At least that's my experience.  Also, I always have to do tons of research to figure out what should be done, which brand parts to buy, and check prices, because on more than one occasion I've had people trying to overcharge me.  It just happened this week &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when I got some service done on the motorhome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TIR4wx6TI0I/AAAAAAAABME/Tw1F_P0rAJg/s1600/Rylie+August+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TIR4wx6TI0I/AAAAAAAABME/Tw1F_P0rAJg/s320/Rylie+August+2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513664623235244866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"You want us to pay HOW much for those batteries?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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The scenery looks pretty bleak in the photo above, but that was just a short portion of the hike along a ridge, and we did have a nice view of the Benicia Bridge, below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TG4FX2oaWZI/AAAAAAAABLs/7XnoeIhu5IM/s1600/Martinez+Hike+Better+Bridge+810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TG4FX2oaWZI/AAAAAAAABLs/7XnoeIhu5IM/s320/Martinez+Hike+Better+Bridge+810.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507345301680839058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another time I had dinner with another friend in Benicia, which is a really quaint little town just over the bridge from Martinez.  Their downtown area has some nice restaurants, a nice wine bar, and cute shops in unique buildings with character.   Martinez has some quaint buildings and homes too.  I'm a sucker for those quaint little downtowns.  They don't seem to make many interesting buildings anymore.  The newer ones all seem to look the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Eat, Pray, Love this week with a couple of friends.  It definitely was not as good as the book, which I read twice, but it was okay.  It sure made me want to go back to Italy.  I wouldn't mind going to Bali either, or India, for that matter.  I'm itching for an international trip.  Maybe in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been to a barbecue with some friends, got a visit from a friend I met in Pahrump, had a massage, and went to see an acupuncturist for the first time in my life.  She put me on an elimination diet to see if I am having food allergies.  No wheat, no dairy, no sugar, no alcohol, and the kicker -- no Diet Coke.  Just shoot me now and put me out of my misery.  Since those were all of my basic food groups, I'm having a hard time coming up with meal plans.  But it will be worth it if I can figure out what has me feeling lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who have been following me for awhile may remember that I attempted to  give up Diet Coke a couple of years ago.  I don't drink coffee, so Diet Coke is my coffee, and I am attached to it, like many people are to their coffee.  When I tried to give it up two years ago, I failed miserably.  I went from two Diet Cokes per day down to one every other day, but couldn't give it up completely.  Eventually, I was back up to two per day.  This time I'm having a little more success, but still have not given it up completely.  I have stumbled a few times, and it has only been ten days.  I had a headache every day for a week, but it's better now.  However, the cravings have not disappeared.  What an addict!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work project is winding up, and I will be going back to my Air Photo work in September.  But first I am going to take a vacation in one of my favorite areas, the Central Coast area of California.  My sister Julie and her husband Bob will be visiting from Hawaii, so I'll get to spend some time with them and my friend DeAnn.  After that I'll head to the mountains for a get-together with some of the Lazy Daze ladies, or Ladeze, as they are known.  After that I'll head back to work.  I really don't feel ready to leave this area, but someone has to bring home the bacon for Rylie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bacon?  I don't see anyone bringing home bacon for me.  I get DIET dog food.  If it weren't for the chicken strips and liver treats, I would have to fire The Staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I had dinner with Tricia at Pizza Antica in Lafayette, with Brenda at Maria Maria in Walnut Creek, with Nancy at Buckhorn Grill in Walnut Creek, with Cammie and Doug at Texas Roadhouse in Fairfield.  I don't think there are any restaurants left that I haven't been to!  On America's actual birthday I went to the Alameda County Fair and attended my first horse race.  My horse didn't win, but it did show (third place).  I was pretty pleased with my picking ability, seeing how it was my first time, and I didn't see any odds or description of the horse before I chose it.  I just saw it walking around prior to the race and figured it looked like a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I also saw the movie Knight and Day, which was really fun.  It's a spoof on the Mission Impossible movies and besides the over-the-top action, it has some good laughs.  Oh, and I joined some friends for a walk around the reservoir and breakfast, and Cammie and I played tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of free, outdoor concerts going on in the area, and here is a link to my article about it, plus some photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-35849-RV-Travel-Examiner%7Ey2010m7d5-Jumping-on-the-bandwagon--Free-summer-concerts-in-the-San-Francisco-Bay-Area"&gt;http://www.examiner.com/x-35849-RV-Travel-Examiner~y2010m7d5-Jumping-on-the-bandwagon--Free-summer-concerts-in-the-San-Francisco-Bay-Area&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TDKMEVWQ5rI/AAAAAAAABLc/_iHIItakUME/s1600/Pleasant+Hill+Outdoor+Concert+Nancy+Jan+and+Group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TDKMEVWQ5rI/AAAAAAAABLc/_iHIItakUME/s320/Pleasant+Hill+Outdoor+Concert+Nancy+Jan+and+Group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490604901795948210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Outdoor Concert Gang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TDKMD_Z8PYI/AAAAAAAABLU/KKrEX2k1q3o/s1600/Pleasant+Hill+Outdoor+concert+Gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TDKMD_Z8PYI/AAAAAAAABLU/KKrEX2k1q3o/s320/Pleasant+Hill+Outdoor+concert+Gang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490604895905791362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Outdoor Concert Gang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The worst day of the year -- that's how I feel about Independence Day.  Firecrackers and fireworks blasting away for days.  What does a dog have to do to get a little peace and quiet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I babysat The Little Squirt (also known as Barfie McBarfer) while The Staff and The Junior Staff went to the fair.  I'm happy to report that once again, there was no barfing on my watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I met some friends for happy hour Friday night, then met up with my friend Nancy to hear all about her recent vacation.  Saturday I met another friend for a trip to the farmers market and some conversation, then Cammie and I got pedicures together.  I also had dinner and caught up with another friend I haven't seen for a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, but I had a great hike on Mt. Diablo with Nancy.  It's a nice hike with a good mixture of shade and sunshine, we crossed the creek several times, and the wildflowers were plentiful and colorful.  The buckeye was blooming too.  I saw a really unusual flower that I've never seen before.  It almost looks like it was hand-painted with a design.  Does anyone know what it is?  I need to work on my flower photography, and I don't know my wildflowers, but you can see some of the photos below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TBb4Eokx2aI/AAAAAAAABK8/TyLUwJNBIKE/s1600/Mt.+Diablo+Hike+Hairy+Plant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TBb4Eokx2aI/AAAAAAAABK8/TyLUwJNBIKE/s320/Mt.+Diablo+Hike+Hairy+Plant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482842354865002914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TBb4Ec6jEWI/AAAAAAAABK0/_YGzkamHZnQ/s1600/Mt.+Diablo+Hike+Creek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TBb4Ec6jEWI/AAAAAAAABK0/_YGzkamHZnQ/s320/Mt.+Diablo+Hike+Creek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482842351735083362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TBb4D86OnbI/AAAAAAAABKs/Uq_q_ROVnO0/s1600/Mt.+Diablo+Hike+Buckeye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TBb4D86OnbI/AAAAAAAABKs/Uq_q_ROVnO0/s320/Mt.+Diablo+Hike+Buckeye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482842343143808434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TBb3gOvgxbI/AAAAAAAABKc/gzYqx51ragw/s1600/Mt.+Diablo+Flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TBb3gOvgxbI/AAAAAAAABKc/gzYqx51ragw/s320/Mt.+Diablo+Flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482841729455408562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TBb3uh0qAOI/AAAAAAAABKk/3m9WW2zCsfs/s1600/Mt.+Diablo+Hike+Yellow+Flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TBb3uh0qAOI/AAAAAAAABKk/3m9WW2zCsfs/s320/Mt.+Diablo+Hike+Yellow+Flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482841975095427298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TBb3gOvgxbI/AAAAAAAABKc/gzYqx51ragw/s1600/Mt.+Diablo+Flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I had a good weekend too.  The Junior Staff came over to see me, and The Staff let me eat some grass.  Usually she is in such a hurry on our walks that I can only chomp on a few blades, but she let me do more grazing than usual.  Moooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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The massage therapist did her best to work out the gremlin on my neck, but it will probably need more work.  It was heavenly, and sooo relaxing.  I always have a hard time coming back to the real world after a massage.  It's almost like waking up from a too long nap.  I feel a bit groggy and fuzzy.I also took a yoga class this week, and it felt really good to have a thorough stretch.  It has been close to a year since I was in a yoga class, so it was long overdue.  Time flies when you're having fun!  There are so many fun and relaxing ways to fill up your spare time -- the choices are endless!  If only I didn't have to work for a living...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice hike on the upper rim trail at the Lafayette Reservoir with some friends.  There are two hikes at the Lafayette Reservoir.  One is the lower trail, which circles the lake with small, abbreviated hills, and is close to three miles in length.  I have done the lower trail many times.  The upper rim trail is more challenging.  It's about five miles, but there are some steep hills to maneuver, and you really need proper hiking shoes for this one.  The nice thing about hiking at the reservoir is that it is so close to downtown Lafayette, but it's a convenient place to get some exercise and feel like you are out in nature.  We saw a gaggle of wild turkeys while we were hiking, including babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TAxF4lsf3-I/AAAAAAAABKU/3iijG5sBpRg/s1600/Lafayette+Reservoir+Karen+Barbara+Heidi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TAxF4lsf3-I/AAAAAAAABKU/3iijG5sBpRg/s320/Lafayette+Reservoir+Karen+Barbara+Heidi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479831685096792034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beau, Karen, Barbara and Me at the Lafayette Reservoir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TAxFZa_PcDI/AAAAAAAABKE/c5cQ5Yvdujk/s1600/Lafayette+Reservoir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TAxFZa_PcDI/AAAAAAAABKE/c5cQ5Yvdujk/s320/Lafayette+Reservoir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479831149646671922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lafayette Reservoir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TAxFldy19eI/AAAAAAAABKM/aPg2f3Ell0k/s1600/Lafayette+Reservoir+Dam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TAxFldy19eI/AAAAAAAABKM/aPg2f3Ell0k/s320/Lafayette+Reservoir+Dam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479831356558407138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lafayette Reservoir Dam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TAxFMTayEDI/AAAAAAAABJ8/kf15M8XNLPI/s1600/Lafayette+Reservoir+Ron+and+Karen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TAxFMTayEDI/AAAAAAAABJ8/kf15M8XNLPI/s320/Lafayette+Reservoir+Ron+and+Karen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479830924276404274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ron, Karen and Beau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What?!  There was a canine on this hike and I wasn't invited?  The Staff has some 'splaining to do.  I like chasing turkeys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Cammie and I took the motorhome down to the Pismo Beach area to visit my friend DeAnn.  Dee just bought a house down in the area, so we parked out front and had a really fun time.  We had a fire in her new fire pit with some friends, went wine tasting, attended an outdoor concert near Santa Barbara, and then went to the Avila Beach Blues Festival. I have attended this festival a number of times before.  When my sister Julie lived in Cambria, we used to go to this annual event, and often met up with DeAnn at the concert.  The weather was absolutely gorgeous over the weekend, although it did get a bit hot sitting outside in the sun all day.  That's where the margaritas came in handy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TAW98lz426I/AAAAAAAABJs/5xDgE9VJCYs/s1600/Avila+Beach+Dee+Heidi+and+Cammie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/TAW98lz426I/AAAAAAAABJs/5xDgE9VJCYs/s320/Avila+Beach+Dee+Heidi+and+Cammie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477993370405624738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;DeAnn, Me and Cammie at the Blues Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;I wrote an article about the Blues Festival with a few more photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.examiner.com/x-35849-RV-Travel-Examiner%7Ey2010m6d1-Dumpstaphunk-Tower-of-Power-and-Jonny-Lang-groovin-at-the-beach"&gt;http://www.examiner.com/x-35849-RV-Travel-Examiner~y2010m6d1-Dumpstaphunk-Tower-of-Power-and-Jonny-Lang-groovin-at-the-beach&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;While The Staff and The Junior Staff were off partying with their friends, I was in the motorhome babysitting The Little Squirt.  She hasn't been feeling well lately, but there was no puking on my watch.  She's on a special chicken and rice diet lately, and what did I get?  Dry cereal.  I don't care if it is called chicken and rice formula, it's still dry cereal.  Hmmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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These guys are good, and for once, I was pleased with the work I received from an RV tech.  All of my previous experiences with RV techs have resulted in something being screwed up, but so far, everything seems okay.  The guy who owns this business is master certified, and he seems knowledgeable, conscientious, and nice.  How refreshing!  If you need someone to fix or maintain something in Las Vegas, call Mark Price at Desert Mobile RV Repair (&lt;a href="http://www.desertmobilervrepair.com/"&gt;www.desertmobileRVrepair.com&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have someone coming to flush out my black water tank.  Hopefully my sensors will work properly after that.  It looks like I will need to get new tires for the motorhome too.  Even though they aren't even four years old yet and the tread is okay, they have cracks.  That's going to cost a pretty penny.  Between the car and the motorhome, I sure have been spending a lot on repairs and maintenance lately.  I'm going to be stopping at the Lazy Daze factory this week on my way to the Bay Area to have some more work done.  I need to have my electrical system checked and a couple of things replaced.  Hopefully that will do it for repairs and maintenance for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited to get back to the Bay Area and see Cammie!  And my friends too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/S95VkdJ-sLI/AAAAAAAABJc/jaBAB9uBNcU/s1600/Las+Vegas+Red+Rock+Canyon+Calico+Hills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/S95VkdJ-sLI/AAAAAAAABJc/jaBAB9uBNcU/s320/Las+Vegas+Red+Rock+Canyon+Calico+Hills.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466901082464497842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today I went to Red Rock Canyon and had a nice drive and a little hike.  Rylie seemed pretty happy to get out of the motorhome and hop around on the rocks, but we didn't hike for long because he seemed tired.  We saw some wild burros there which made me happy -- I was really hoping to see some -- but Rylie seemed unimpressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/S95VSbCQs9I/AAAAAAAABJU/28P93wVTMMw/s1600/Las+Vegas+Red+Rock+Rylie+Hiking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/S95VSbCQs9I/AAAAAAAABJU/28P93wVTMMw/s320/Las+Vegas+Red+Rock+Rylie+Hiking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466900772657607634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to make The Staff happy when I get her out for a hike or to see some scenery.  I could have hiked much longer, but she was lagging today.  She lets me hang my head out the window when we're driving slow.  That always gives me a good olfactory rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I can't believe how quickly the weeks are flying by.  Before you know it, I'll be leaving for the Bay Area. Amy and I have been having some fun on the weekends, seeing the Vegas sights.  Last weekend we had dinner at The Peppermill, which has been around for ages.  Be warned, the portions are enormous!  After dinner we went to the Fireside Lounge, which is part of the same establishment, and wow, what a romantic place.    We didn't realize until the cocktail waitress told us, but we were sitting at the table that Sharon Stone and Robert De Niro sat at in the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Casino&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we drove to Fremont Street for some vintage Vegas.  I saw the Fremont Street Experience for the first time, and it's really something!  They have free music on several stages, and that night Lady Antebellum was performing, because they were in town for the Country Music Awards.  Unfortunately, there were about 20,000 people there, and we couldn't even get close to the stage.  Luckily, they have this enormous, canopy screen that stretches the length of five football fields, and we could watch the band on the screen.  You really should see that if you go to Vegas.  I'm including the link to the article I wrote about it on Examiner.com, in case you want to see some photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-35849-RV-Travel-Examiner%7Ey2010m4d22-Sitting-at-Sharon-Stones-table-and-the-Fremont-Street-Experience--Las-Vegas"&gt;http://www.examiner.com/x-35849-RV-Travel-Examiner~y2010m4d22-Sitting-at-Sharon-Stones-table-and-the-Fremont-Street-Experience--Las-Vegas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have spent a little time at the Sterling Club, a private club for people living in the condo development where Amy is staying.  It's quite the posh place, and they also have bands playing quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/S9UWpHFn7MI/AAAAAAAABJM/ffq4_ywrAts/s1600/Las+Vegas+Amy+at+Sterling+Club.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/S9UWpHFn7MI/AAAAAAAABJM/ffq4_ywrAts/s320/Las+Vegas+Amy+at+Sterling+Club.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464298618417048770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Amy at the Sterling Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update you on the happenings this weekend in my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well time isn't flying by for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;.  I wait all day in this rat trap for The Staff to come home, and then what does she do as soon as she gets me walked and fed?  She gets on the computer, instead of paying attention to me.  I tell ya, I get no respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did see something interesting today, however.  The Staff and I were out for our usual morning walk when we passed a Class A motorhome towing a large trailer.  Next to it, we saw a huge, potbelly pig.  The pig's staff was giving it some water and letting it walk around the campsite before getting it back up the ramp and into the trailer.  I hope they don't keep that poor pig in that trailer very long.  I imagine it gets hot in there.  Anyway, that's something you don't normally see in an RV park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Rylie comes up for his morning cuddle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 - 6:15  - I get out of bed, brush my teeth, get dressed and get Rylie leashed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:15 - 7:00 - We walk, Rylie tries to mark as much territory as he can, and I try to get him to run as much as possible, so that I can get my heart rate up for heart health, physical fitness, and general well-being.  This is a challenge, since he lags sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 - 7:45 - I feed Rylie breakfast, then take a shower and get ready for work.  Sometimes I check my email, and I have one eye on the Today show while I'm getting ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:45 - 4:30 - Give Rylie a treat, drive to work, and spend the rest of the day trying to figure out how to create training materials for a case management system that hasn't been fully developed yet.  But hey, that's why they pay me the big bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30 - 4:45 - drive home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:45 - 5:10 - greet Rylie,and he is so happy to see me that he runs to get one of his toys from the toy basket, jumps on the bed, and chews on his toy while I pet him, scratch his ears, and ask him how his day was.  I leash him up, and go for a walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:10 - whenever - get Rylie's dinner and mine, check email, write articles, do chores, and relax.  When Rylie starts complaining, talk to him, pet him, and brush him.  Go back to email, articles and chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00 - my bedtime.  Rylie has been sleeping for hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tough getting used to a regular work schedule and working in an office again.  I've been spoiled for almost four years now.  But I'm really happy to have this job.  The people that I work with are really nice, it's an interesting project, plus I have the added bonus of working with Amy.  Soon I will be working from home, so that will make the schedule easier.  The best part is, I get weekends off!  It has been a long time since I could take a weekend off without feeling guilty that I was missing out on my best sales days.  I'm loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:45 - 6:00 - Try to wake up The Staff so that I can have my walk.  If I don't give her a morning cuddle, she won't get out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 - 6:15 - Hurry The Staff so that she will get dressed and get out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:15 - 7:00 - Do my part to water all vertical objects in my territory.  Try to get The Staff to run as much as possible so that we can return home and I can have breakfast.  This is a challenge, since she lags sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 - 7:45 - Remind The Staff loudly that it is time for breakfast.  If she gets caught on the computer, remind her that it is time for her to get ready and go to work, so that I can have my treat.  Wait impatiently for my treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:45 - 4:45 - The Staff gives me a treat, which I eat on the bed while she leaves.  The rest of my day is spent perfecting my napping technique in various locations: The Staff's bed, on the floor next to The Staff's bed, my bed, under the table, and on the couch.  I intersperse this napping refinement with my lookout duties.  I watch for squirrels, cats, birds, and dogs walking by with their staff.  This is done from several locations:  The Staff's bed, the back of the couch, and my bed in the front seat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00 - 5:10 - I greet The Staff warmly with much tail wagging and kisses.  I grab one of my toys and chew on it to show her how hungry I am.  I suffer through her chatter until I can get her out the door for a short walk, then back home quickly for my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:10 - whenever - I eat my dinner, and watch The Staff prepare hers, hoping for spills and drops.  If she stays on the computer too long, I remind her to get off. The best part is, Friday night.  Friday is bully stick day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; My work is done, and I go to  bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I stayed at the Jude Travel park where I stayed with some of my fellow Baja Babes back in October.  This was not a sight-seeing visit and I won't go into great detail about New Orleans, since I posted about that wonderful city back in October.  Suffice it to say that I am enamored with the food, music, architecture, art, and people of this city.  This was just a quick stop, because I was on a mission.  I wanted to tour plantation country in Southern Louisiana, so I was headed to the River Road area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a short trip -- only 50-some miles -- to the campground where I was staying.  It was actually located on a plantation on River Road in the town of Convent, called Poche Plantation.  I thought this was a great place to stay if you are visiting the plantations, since there are many close by.  It also has a lot of stately shade trees and a pretty swimming pool too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I toured Houmas House and Laura Plantation, two very different kinds of plantations.  The Laura Plantation is definitely the more interesting tour, with a lot of facts and history about the family and the times.  Laura is a Creole plantation, and very different from the posh elegance of Houmas House.  There are a couple of restaurants at Houmas, so you can dine overlooking the gorgeous gardens there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I have written Examiner articles about all of this with slide shows, so I'm posting the links in case you missed them and want to see the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-35849-Ft-Myers-RV-Travel-Examiner%7Ey2010m4d6-Mint-juleps-under-the-oak-trees-at-Houmas-House-plantation"&gt;www.examiner.com/x-35849-Ft-Myers-RV-Travel-Examiner~y2010m4d6-Mint-juleps-under-the-oak-trees-at-Houmas-House-plantation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-35849-Ft-Myers-RV-Travel-Examiner%7Ey2010m4d9-Louisiana-Plantations--Part-2"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;http://www.examiner.com/x-35849-Ft-Myers-RV-Travel-Examiner~y2010m4d9-Louisiana-Plantations--Part-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it interesting that the Houmas House tour did not mention anything about slavery, nor did they have any slave quarters on the grounds.  The Laura Plantation tour did not sweep the issue under the rug, but takes an honest look at the horrors of slavery and even how some family members viewed it.  There are many other plantations in that area and I would have liked to tour more of them, but I felt like these two tours gave me a pretty good sampling, and I drove by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting to learn how they built their homes and even planted trees to take advantage of the breezes off the Mississippi River.  Now you can't even see the river because of the levee that was built in the 1920's.  It's probably just as well.  The plantation owners might be horrified if they saw the river today.  It is jam-packed with ugly factories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I do while The Staff is traipsing around the countryside touring plantations?  I sit on the back of the couch, looking out the window.  The squirrels and the birds tease me by parading back and forth outside my window, chuckling because they know I can do nothing.  Cute little shitzus, Westies, and terriers stroll by, but I am unable to greet them.  The only good thing about The Staff leaving is that I get a treat.  For that reason, I try to hurry her out the door as quickly as possible.  If she is lagging on getting into the shower, I remind her to get going.  It usually works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Plus I wanted to see St. Augustine, since it's the oldest city in the country.  It reminded me of a European city with all of its history, and the narrow, cobblestone streets.  I loved this little town!  They have a neat pedestrian mall, and there are some beautiful historic buildings.  I wrote a two-part article about St. Augustine for Examiner.com and included slide shows at the bottom of both articles, so I'm not going to re-post the photos here.  I'll provide the links to the articles, in case you would like to see them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-35849-Ft-Myers-RV-Travel-Examiner%7Ey2010m3d30-Almost-older-than-dirt--St-Augustine-Florida"&gt;www.examiner.com/x-35849-Ft-Myers-RV-Travel-Examiner~y2010m3d30-Almost-older-than-dirt--St-Augustine-Florida&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-35849-Ft-Myers-RV-Travel-Examiner%7Ey2010m3d31-Almost-older-than-dirt-St-Augustine--Part-2"&gt;www.examiner.com/x-35849-Ft-Myers-RV-Travel-Examiner~y2010m3d31-Almost-older-than-dirt-St-Augustine--Part-2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a state park called Anastasia State Park and I would have loved to camp there, but the campground was full.  It's tough to get into the Florida state park campgrounds, because they take reservations eleven months in advance and are very popular, especially because the private campgrounds can be so expensive.  I called several private campgrounds in St. Augustine, but they wanted $50-$70 per night.  I did find one for $30 per night, so I stayed there, and I thought it was pretty nice.  It's called Indian Forest Campground, and it's only about four miles or so from the Old Town area.  It's also in a wooded area with a lot of large shade trees.  By the way, Flagler College is a gorgeous campus, and they do tours of some of the rooms.  It used to be a hotel.  Of course I had to climb to the top of the St. Augustine lighthouse, which is also on Anastasia Island, right next to the state park.  If you're in the area, I recommend stopping in St. Augustine.  There is plenty to see and photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second night of my cross-country journey I stayed on Lake Seminole, just north of Chattahoochee, Florida, but actually in the state of Georgia.  I tried to get into Three Rivers State Park in Sneads, because they told me that morning there were several first come, first served campsites available, but they were full by the time I got there.  They told me about the Corps of Engineers campground back up the road a few miles, and I was able to get a site there.  It actually was a nicer campground, in my opinion, and still only $20 per night.  I had a nice view of the lake from my campsite.  I did an article on that too, so if you want to see the few photos that I took, check out the slide show at the end of the article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-35849-Ft-Myers-RV-Travel-Examiner%7Ey2010m4d3-Road-trip-stop-at-Lake-Seminole"&gt;www.examiner.com/x-35849-Ft-Myers-RV-Travel-Examiner~y2010m4d3-Road-trip-stop-at-Lake-Seminole&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a bald eagle sailing overhead when Rylie and I were having our morning trot at this campground.  Apparently, there were also bald eagles in the Punta Gorda/Cape Coral area where I was staying and working, but the only one I saw was lying dead next to the road.  I'm not counting the pair that were residents at the Peace River Wildlife Center in Punta Gorda, where they try to rehabilitate wildlife and release it, unless the animals are too injured.  I did see a lot of osprey and many other large birds while I was working and sight-seeing, including spoonbills, great blue herons, sandhill cranes and egrets.  Southern Florida is great territory for bird-lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Staff sure has been pounding the highway lately.  While she is driving, I spend the time in my little den beneath the passenger seat.  She put down one of those little furry blankets to make it all comfy for me.  Of course, I can create my own furry blanket in a matter of days with the hair that I shed.  Every time she stops, I come out to see if we have arrived at our destination for the day.  If we have, I wait impatiently while she hooks everything up, and then I start whining to get outside and collect some new smells.  It's a lot of work marking territory all across the country, but I'm up for the task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I have begun my cross-country road trip -- destination,  Las Vegas.  I have only a week or so to travel the approximately 2,500 miles, but I still plan to do a little sightseeing along the way.  More on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sad to leave Southern Florida, and the friends that I made there.  I really enjoyed spending the winter in such a nice place.  I was camped in Punta Gorda, but spent most of my work and social time in Cape Coral and Fort Myers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did an article for Examiner.com on Punta Gorda, and am providing the link to the article in case you want to learn more about it: &lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-35849-Ft-Myers-RV-Travel-Examiner%7Ey2010m3d26-Peaceful-and-gentle-Punta-Gorda"&gt; Punta Gorda. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at the Sun N Shade RV Resort mentioned in the article.  Florida can be a pretty expensive place to stay in the winter, but this park was a little less expensive than most of the other RV parks.  Still more than I'm used to paying, but now the cheaper rates have kicked in.   It's located south of town on the way to Fort Myers, and what I really liked about it were the trails going through the woods and along the canals.  Rylie and I had some nice morning trots along the trails, when they weren't flooded from the rains.  The park was nothing fancy, but it had a pool, clubhouse, and a lot of activities.  The campsites were not especially spacious, but most of the time I was there I didn't have next-door neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/S7FYGtvaV2I/AAAAAAAABJE/SDLU-XjkvJw/s1600/Punta+Gorda+Campground+Pond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/S7FYGtvaV2I/AAAAAAAABJE/SDLU-XjkvJw/s320/Punta+Gorda+Campground+Pond.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454237496103294818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/S7FX5SMTeEI/AAAAAAAABI8/x6Ey-z4LbBM/s1600/Punta+Gorda+Campsite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/S7FX5SMTeEI/AAAAAAAABI8/x6Ey-z4LbBM/s320/Punta+Gorda+Campsite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454237265369987138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a last get-together with my Florida group of friends.  There were about 28 of us that gathered at Sundown Tiki for dinner and dancing, and it was a lot of fun.  I was so busy having fun that I forgot to take photos, so you'll just have to take my word for it.  I'm finding that the goodbyes are becoming increasingly more difficult.  I really liked Southern Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, there are some incredible deals on houses down there.  I was amazed at how many homes are for sale at considerably less than $100,000, and some of them are nice!  There are also a lot of homes for sale on the canals with gulf access.  If I had a more predictable source of income, I would probably invest in a home down there.  It's a great place to winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sad for me too, saying goodbye to Barnie, the squirrels, and the pair of sandhill cranes.  I never did manage to get that cat to budge.  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This involves some repairs and service on the car and motorhome.  I have also had to completely replace my technology wardrobe.  I now have a new laptop, printer, and Blackberry.  Yes, that's right, I am joining the ranks of the Crackberries.  Now I can view my emails right there on my cell phone.  I can see how this can be addicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated to give up my old LG phone, and probably would have kept it longer, had I not dropped it and broken it so that it was hanging together by a mere thread.  But it still worked!  I just had to hold it together while I placed or received phone calls.  I held on to it so long because everyone (Verizon employees included) kept telling me that they just don't make phones that good any more, and they are right.  I have proven that you just can't kill that phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days with the new Blackberry I had to bring it back and get another, because my contacts mysteriously disappeared and refused to be reloaded.  Although I like the features and ease of use of my Blackberry Curve2, the jury is still out on whether it will be reliable.  I have decided that you can't buy anything technology-related in one visit any more.  Everything requires at least one more visit to the store to fix problems or replace the original purchase.  You just can't get good products and service any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for my repairs on the car and motorhome.  I had the water pump on the motorhome replaced last week because it just stopped working.  I haven't even had this pump for three years.  The first water pump started leaking while I was in Baja after only six months, but it was replaced under warranty.  The RV tech who replaced the pump last week, tried to put in the wrong pump, even after I made it extremely clear which pump I wanted.  He had the wrong pump almost installed before I caught him and pointed out that it was the wrong pump.  Now it's leaking, so I am dragging him back here tomorrow.  Where is a Canadian when you need one?  (Lorna will understand this.  We frequently had Canadians helping us out with problems when we were in Baja.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another situation when I got two new tires for my car.  The tire shop told me one of the other tires was low, but apparently did not check to see why.  I found out the next day there was a screw in it.  I have completely lost faith in mankind.  By mankind I mean the men who do service and repairs.  It seems I have to babysit everything they do, otherwise they screw something up, try to fool me, or just plain do poor work.  Men!  Yes, I'm irritated.  I hire the professionals because I am not mechanically inclined, but the problem is, the professionals are not very professional.  There seems to be no pride in workmanship.  Okay, enough of my griping.  Now for some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I went out for Thai food with a group of friends at Chaang Thai in Port Charlotte.  The food was tasty and we had a good time.  Below are a couple of photos of the dinner gang.  I am on the right toward the back in the first photo.  I took the second photo from the other end of the table, but of course, at least one person has to shut their eyes in a group photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/S6lN2Nb4QiI/AAAAAAAABI0/CqV_hu25omo/s1600-h/Florida+Chaang+Thai+Gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/S6lN2Nb4QiI/AAAAAAAABI0/CqV_hu25omo/s320/Florida+Chaang+Thai+Gang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451974417623564834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/S6lNpCK1DSI/AAAAAAAABIs/FV2SukvSV1U/s1600-h/Florida+Chaang+Thai+Gang+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/S6lNpCK1DSI/AAAAAAAABIs/FV2SukvSV1U/s320/Florida+Chaang+Thai+Gang+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451974191260962082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I will be leaving Florida toward the end of the week to head West.  I am sad to say goodbye to my new friends here, but excited about my new work opportunity.  I know I'll be having fun with Amy in Las Vegas, and then I'll probably head to California to park and work for the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met up with one of my Air Photo co-workers this week.  I have met two AP co-workers here in Florida, and we've had a good time swapping stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wildlife of the week:  wild pigs.  I often see young pigs along the road when I am driving home from work.  They're cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigs are not cute.  I've looked in a mirror.  I know what cute is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Sanibel has beautiful beaches, cute little restaurants, and a wildlife drive where you can see tons of birds.  We saw spoonbills, anhingas, white Ibis, great egrets, cormorants and even an osprey.  There were some others that I couldn't identify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/S1-nevvNDmI/AAAAAAAABH0/bWUjA5gYeaU/s1600-h/Sanibel+Spoonbills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/S1-nevvNDmI/AAAAAAAABH0/bWUjA5gYeaU/s320/Sanibel+Spoonbills.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431243822284476002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Spoonbills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/S1-pEff1DYI/AAAAAAAABH8/lArtSwGs-wI/s1600-h/Sanibel+Wildlife+drive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/S1-pEff1DYI/AAAAAAAABH8/lArtSwGs-wI/s320/Sanibel+Wildlife+drive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431245570271677826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Birds on Wildlife Drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rylie's Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from the photo below, the Grand Staff is pretty fond of me.  They didn't seem to figure out where the treat cupboard was, though.  They usually like to give me treats when we visit.  They did manage to slip me some leftovers, so I guess I'll forgive them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/S1-qcuvS2vI/AAAAAAAABIE/oXLW7kIu-W0/s1600-h/Florida+Mom+Dad+and+Rylie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ofS8adhBKqs/S1-qcuvS2vI/AAAAAAAABIE/oXLW7kIu-W0/s320/Florida+Mom+Dad+and+Rylie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431247086191565554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Grand Staff and Their Favorite Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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