“On The Road” Eatery Invitations

“ I personally think there is a real danger of taking food too seriously. Food should be part of the bigger picture.” (Anthony Bourdain)

The issue of personal food consumption has always reminded me of the time tested dilemma of whether to “eat to live” or “live to eat”. In the case of our road trip travels, I would add that a quality food experience can by significantly enhanced by where, when, and how this eating ritual takes place. Thus I often convince my wife in our cross country ventures of the need to find offbeat country cafes, eclectic urban bistros, or historic hometown diners that enhance our breakfasts, lunches or dinners in non-culinary ways. In the following photographic display, I thus describe ten favored eateries on our latest cross country journey that not only offered us a memorable eating experience but also aroused such non-food curiosities.

1. Mike and Rhonda’s “The Place” – (Avoid Interstate Monotony)

En route to the South Rim of the Grand Canyon, we exited the faceless presence of fast food heaven” along Interstate 17 in mid morning to cruise Old Route 66 in Flagstaff, Arizona. Situated conspicuously amidst this historic strip of old motor inns, local beer taverns , and mom and pop stores, “The Place” thus fulfilled my desire to sample an authentic relic along this American “mother road” of the Post World War II era. Check out the huge, double dose of biscuits that accompanied our egg platters served here for breakfast on this visit.

2. Cliff House Inn – (In and Out Panoramic Bliss)

Before visiting friends in the remote enclave of Jasper, Arkansas, I enjoyed the fried delicacies of a “ Southern Sampler” lunch at the renowned Cliff House Inn surrounded by spectacular views of the Ozark Mountains and interesting wall testimonies of past famous celebrities.

3. Jack Stack Barbecue (Historic Restoration Appeal)

Along the old train yards of downtown Kansas City, Missouri, My wife and I celebrated my birthday with a filling portion of St. Louis Ribs and tasty accompaniments at the converted freight house of Jack Stack Barbecue. Exiting this cavernous, brick dining room, I witnessed vivid reminders of the historic importance of this area as a warehouse site and railroad hub in Kansas City.

4. Pantry Restaurant (Go For A Flashy Sign)

Amidst the monotonous urban sprawl of suburban Santa Fe, New Mexico, the unusual neon sign of the small Pantry Restaurant “caught my eye” as we wearily returned to our motel from a long day of playing tourist in “Old Town.”Curious to sample local food delicacies, I then enjoyed a satisfying dinner of stuffed New Mexican sopapillas accompanied by rice and beans.

5. Ripplewood Resort Cafe (Seek Nature’s Enjoyment )

Winding our way along ninety miles of steep cliffs along the famed Pacific Coast Highway in Central Coast California, the secluded Ripplewood Resort Cafe In Big Sur would provide a much needed, midway stop for a tasty omelet breakfast. We soon discovered as well that the cool freshness of spring flower gardens and smooth textures of rare rock displays on the cafe grounds provided a suitable way to regain our travel bearings.”

6. The Shed ( Get Out And Walk)

With an authentic adobe ambience of “Old Mexico,” Santa Fe Plaza offered us a walking tour paradise as we strolled through stunning art galleries/ iconic Spanish landmarks at our leisure. Searching for lunch options along a nearby quiet lane, we soon experienced additional artistic elegance as we dined at “The Shed”. Thus settling into this much needed, siesta slowdown, there, I accepted the eating challenge of accompanying my soup and salad lunch with a noticeable “Hot Chile Kick.”

7. Boudins SF (Escape Weather Anomalies)

As strong cold winds chilled our South Florida accustomed bodies along Fisherman’s Wharf at San Francisco Bay, we welcomed refuge from the “elements” inside Boudin’s Bakery/ Cafe. I then ordered a steaming Clam Chowder Bread Bowl at the “take out” bar to provide a a quick dose of additional warmup energy.

8. ) Rudee’s On The Inlet Virginia Beach (Relax With Friends)

Although I don’t typically enjoy social eating experiences, there are occasions on our road trips when we need to find a relaxing place to reunite in intimate conversations with friends. Surrounded by gently lapping waves along Rudee’s dockside patio, in Virginia Beach, Virginia, the decision to spend “quality time” with my wife’s friend Theresa in sharing a tasty, fried seafood lunch seemed entirely appropriate.

9. Blue & White Restaurant (Retro Diners Rock)

As we stepped inside the interior of the Blue &White Restaurant obscurely situated along historic Route 61 in Tunica Mississippi, I immediately sensed a nostalgic return to an era of neighborly friendliness and teenage rebellion in 1950s small town America. Think of past teen idol James Dean riding up in his 1956 Corvette to order his homemade milkshake or malt at a crowded sit down counter from an obedient waitress as “tinny” jukebox speakers blasted early rock and roll tunes nearby. It’s was nothing flashy for sure yet the yet the combined appeal of such wild retro imaginations with a complete homemade dinner of fried chicken and southern food accompaniments proved to be a “winner on this stormy night along the swollen Mississippi River.

10. 8th Street Steakhouse (Be A Western Pioneer)

When we travel great distances along harsh terrain westerly for months at a time, a pioneer realization arises that a close encounter with free roaming wildlife nearby often means a life threatening battle of predator vs. prey. Think of a grizzly bear encounter on a a lonely day hike in rural Montana for example as you ponder a way to escape its vicious teeth and claws. Therefore, being given an opportunity to cook my own steak and hamburger on flaming grill amidst wild animal mountings overhead at the 8th Street Steakhouse in Steamboat Springs, Colorado provided a fittingly normal experience for such a hunter friendly environment.

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“Rat-Race” Return Rejections

“A person who is in a constant rat race seldom has time to think whether or not he is living his life properly” (Sunday Adelaja)

An important part of planning for our road trips involves a serious consideration of readjustment to real life routines upon returning home. For our 2019 spring marathon, fond memories of our relaxing stays in outlying areas of Colorado, Utah, California, and Arizona could thus quickly vanish in facing again the hectic,“rat race” lifestyle to survive daily crisis in urban South Florida.

Yet keeping in touch with a support group by phone or email typically pays dividends for us in avoiding such “real life” calamities which can disrupt our travel enjoyment. This year, in particular, a quick inspection of our condo by a trusting neighbor raised “red flags” to us for a timely replacement for our dying, central air conditioner two days prior to our scheduled road trip return. Accordingly, the willingness of a family friend to inform us about impending, medical decisions in our immediate families enabled us to quickly spring into action from afar to assist in helping them obtain proper treatment care.

On a more personal level, our time tested preoccupation to plan carefully ahead on the road saved us vital time/effort for the last three months. Burdensome tasks such as washing clothes, shopping for basic food necessities, and attending to medical issues were proactively scheduled ahead of time at extended stay destinations to relieve later anticipated stress. In accordingly managing anticipated “rat race” pressures of finance management, medical issues, and traffic congestion proactively in this year’s home transition , we freed up more time in our schedule to spend much needed quality moments in the company of my elderly mother and father in law.

After three months of “open road” serenity, staying calm amidst our abrupt return to the fast pace of South Florida presented an intriguing emotional challenge as well. Daily reminders at each visited destination to prioritize quality sleep. make time to read, seek healthy eating choices , and appreciate nature’s slowdown seemed to be valuable lessons for also attaining a more stress-free lifestyle at home. You might might even label these “anti- rat race” actions stated above as our version of “spring cleaning” fever.

On our last road trip stop of 2019, we immersed our “now” attention on the serene natural beauty and quiet solitude of Cumberland Falls, Kentucky. I likewise aspire to live my life “in the present at home with a similar mentality of such daily calmness. In sharing below the following video/photos from that visit, I sincerely hope that you too will find more time/place in your daily life to defeat your own “rat race demons. I would also welcome your feedback on a recent revamp of my theme presentation on this Word Press website.

June 9, 2019 1

Making Serious Eastern Headway

“Progressive improvement beats delayed perfection” (Mark Twain)

At times on our leisurely road trips, our days require a “dead serious” commitment to time/ distance within the confines of the long distances we travel. Beginning on day sixty eight of our present adventure, we now faced three, challenging days of driving along over 1700 miles total along the Interstate 40 corridor. You might note some symbolism in the following pictures as we transitioned from the adobe desert environs of Santa Fe, New Mexico to our next destination in the blue/green shade of the Smoky Mountains in western North Carolina.

Unforeseen travel challenges now arose as we soon became fully aware of threatening stormy weather forming across the Great Plains/Mississippi Delta. Routine rest stop visits would now require vigilant attention to tornado informational postings. Observing the rapid buildup of low, black clouds and high wind conditions as we continued into Central Oklahoma, we now realized that such extreme weather conditions in fact lay ahead directly along our projected route. As local weather reports raised further ominous warnings of extended squalls/tornado conditions, our intended two day visit to Oklahoma City would be cut short abruptly with a driving decision to outrace the slow moving front in “storm chasing” fashion.

With threatening weather rapidly forming to our west, such concerns would continue to alarm us as we crossed the flood swollen rivers of the Mississippi River, for a one night stay in nearby Tunica, Mississippi. Battening down in our motel room for a night of pounding rain in gale-like conditions, we soon regretfully banished any thoughts of remaining there the next day to sightsee in this historically interesting yet rain saturated, lowland region.

Our storm weary minds on this leg of our road trip would finally find relief in the picturesque environs of Knoxville Tennessee. Past weather scares in the past would not be negatively dwelled upon to impede the “joy of living now here.

A minor league baseball game in Oklahoma City provided a relaxed diversion of our minds from the fiery storms lying ahead.

Along the lowland delta shorelines , we witnessed a surreal scene of outlying land areas immersed underwater by overflow of Mississippi river floods.

A simple diner in Tunica, Mississippi provided a familiar throwback to carefree times of teenage, soda pop culture in the 1960s.

At the University of Tennessee in Knoxville, we observed a prominent focal point of the campus: Neyland Stadium. Built in 1921 for a seating capacity exceeding 100,000 spectators, this historic arena rekindled memories of marquee, college football bowl games played there.

Surprisingly, the gates remained open into the heart of the stadium. Walking up a steep, pedestrian way to the upper deck section, we obtained excellent views of the football field and surrounding Knoxville downtown.

Downtown Knoxville hosted the World’s Fair in 1982. Our walking tour of World’s Fair Park revealed a continuing commitment by the city to preserve the historic setting of this iconic event.

The magnolias were in spring bloom as we sauntered near antebellum mansions along the Tennessee River.

Our morning at the Museum Of East Tennessee History captivated our attention with an innovative attempt to present authentic artifact displays of cultural/historic trends in this region’s past.

Downtown Knoxville in late morning was bustling with human activity. At an unforeseen evacuation drill as we exited from the museum onto Gay Street, a long motorcycle procession caught our attention. Spotting also then a small park near the museum, crowds gathered in pro- Palestinian protest.

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Santa Fe Sensory Sensationsw

“The rugged beauty of the Santa Fe landscape is inspiring. The vast blue skies and famous sunsets are deserving of their wide praises. There are charms among the unique architecture that I have not seen anywhere else, the organic shades and curves of adobe buildings strung with ristras and luminarias” (David Padberg)

Feeling reenergized by the cool elevations of Southern Colorado, Ruth and I now traversed canyon lands of high desert for a two day look at Santa Fe, New Mexico. Our ambitious two day agenda of this region would thus begin at Bandelier National Monument. Here we enjoyed a one mile hike through cave strewn Frijoles Canyon to view excavated homelands of the ancestral Pueblo peoples. Meandering by foot through the narrow streets of Santa Fe proper on day two of our visit, we would then sample the pervasive presence of creative shopping artwork, Mexican food delicacies, colorful adobe architecture, and strong religious traditions that made this city such a fascinating visit for us. Enjoy the following photographic display.

At the entrance to Bandalier National Monument, we gazed down at the steep river valley below and then made our way to the Park entrance.

Our round trip route beginning at the park visitor center would allow us to walk in the footsteps of the Pueblo people who settled here from 1150 to 1600 AD. Passing well preserved ruins of Indian kivas, I sensed the great reverence the Pueblos felt for this sacred place.

We noticed a line of hole filled caves jutting prominently on dry cliffs along the valley. We headed steeply uphill to examine these cliffs more closely. We soon found steep ladders that led to the openings of several caves. Strenuously climbing these ladders, we recovered our energy inside several of these caves.

Our Santa Fe tour would begin primarily outdoors. Driving past the carnival presence of “Meow Wolf” in Santa Fe suburbia, we observed a tantalizing assortment of fantasy sculptures.

Venturing downtown, we parked near the historic centralized plaza for a relaxing lunch at artwork-filled, “The Shed.” Our enticing list of food items of interest sampled on this culinary tour included the fried dough like taste of sopapilla and hot spice sensation of red/green chili peppers.

With an authentic cultural presence of Old Mexico” past in this city, Santa Fe Plaza would prove a worthwhile place for a slow siesta rest.

Entering adobe lined souvenir shops/ art galleries near Santa Fe Plaza, a variety of unusual shopping displays mesmerize our attention.

Spanish Catholicism provides a historic legacy in Santa Fe’s development as a city. At the “Cathedral Basilica of Saint Francis of Assisi” we took a breathtaking look at the ornate interior of this historic Romanesque cathedral.

San Miguel Chapel would become another landmark of religious interest along our Santa Fe downtown tour. Documented as the oldest church in the continental United States from the early 1600s, we impressively noticed well preserved, historic relics as well as portions of the original church walls.

The cool and forest lined walking route along the Santa Fe River would provide a welcome break from the mid afternoon heat on our city tour. As we exited our parked car, I noticed a serene waterfall spot along the trail to mediate in “inner silence.”

The roundhouse configuration of the New Mexico State Capitol seemed more like an art museum than a government complex on the last stop of our Santa Fe visit. With few restrictions about touring the Capital grounds or interior on our own, we roamed freely to view extraordinary sculptures/ quilt works here from the Capitol Art Collection on this visit.

May 20, 2019 9

Reviving My Vegas Mojo

“No one thinks Las Vegas is real; it is illusion, but visitors willingly suspend disbelief and pretend” (Hal Rothman)

“The secret of Vegas is that money is boring. Hence all the bluster.” (Jace Clayton)

Let’s face reality. I never will “buy into” the idea of finding a stroke of good luck at the casino gambling table. I’m bored with the repetitive task of pulling slot machines with infrequent payoff success. Dense crowds, stifling heat, and traffic gridlock along the Las Vegas strip seem harder to tolerate in my increasing quest to find peace and serenity in retirement. I rarely stay in one place long enough to consider a time share as well.

So why did I bother to convince my wife to schedule Las Vegas as a featured road trip destination this spring? To answer this perplexing question, I would observe some new perspectives of Las Vegas charm explored by day/ night on our current four day stay there. The following photographic display thus reveals eight self- uplifting perspectives about Vegas for me beyond its gambling reputation.

1. Embrace Changes In Self Identification

2. Behold A Welcoming Oasis Spirit

3. Immerse Mind in Sensory Overload

4. Leave Neurotic Fears Behind

5. Have Fun Getting Lost On The Strip

6. Seek Health Cures In Non Traditional Ways

7. Fulfill Travel “Bucket List” In Vegas

8. Embrace Illusions That Old Heroes Never Die

May 3, 2019 1

Pacific Coastline Dreaminess

“To the shore Follow! Oh, follow! To be at rest forevermore!” (James Russell Lowell)

In our three weeks traveling south along route 1 in coastal California on the midpoint “leg”of our 2019 road trip, I’ve covered in three previous blogs the highlights of our featured beachside destinations. In the following poem I’ve composed with accompanying photographs, I now present a concluding tribute to a region that has again filled my heart and mind with lasting images of meditative goodness as a result of this unforgettable travel experience. Namaste.

In Pacific Coast landscape my heart longs for more, as there’s will to seek solace along desolate shore. As west winds flow so freely like trains from the sky, pay heed to young surfer for his wave lifting high. With eons of stones perhaps I’ll strike gold, yet just one tiny pebble can trigger my life changing mold. Let’s trod a path down cliff steeply to find pure nature’s thrill, and caress unspoiled beach in spite of dusk chill. These dizzying curves that I drive mindfully in motion, strike firm will to return, thus fullfilling my west coast emotion.

April 24, 2019 4

Endless Detention In Hell

OLD IDAHO PENITENTIARY OVERVIEW

“Between 1872 and 1973, this infamous prison would house over 13,000 “most wanted” inmates behind these Boise sandstone walls. Constructed in large part by inmate labor, it stood as a chilling reminder of Idaho’s “Wild West” past. The sandstone that formed its walls was a plentiful and inexpensive building material, but it also intensified the temperatures inside the cells. In the hot Boise summers, the sandstone retained the heat, creating a stifling oven effect; in winter, the walls held the bitter cold, chilling the prisoners for months.” (Travel Channel)

MY TOURIST IMPRESSIONS

Prisons typically present a relatively pleasant presence for me. I have sailed the picturesque cruise route from San Francisco Wharf and been captivated by spell-bounding stories of prisoners residing in the cold iron cells of Alcatraz Island. I’ve enjoyed hillside camping strangely abutting the heavily walled Men’s Penal Colony in San Luis Obispo, California. On our present road trip, I will soon leisurely slow my vehicle to admire the castle- like prominence of San Quentin Penitentiary overlooking beautiful San Francisco Bay.

Thus it seems apparent that I would be equally contented to complete a self guided tour of the “Old Idaho Penitentiary” in Boise, Idaho on day 27 of our road trip. Notably however, my two hour visit here would surprisingly become more than a routine tourist visit as it provided a repulsing wake up call against the arguable inhumanity of prisoner mistreatment that occurred here in the past. The photographs below thus depict an authentic look at this nightmarish legacy of “Old Idaho Penitentiary” history.

From the outside, the sturdy exterior of the prison compound seems relatively calm. It’s pastoral hillside location seemed more reminiscent of a park than a prison. As teenagers flocked innocently to the entrance, I wondered how well they would emotionally cope with the brutality of prison exposure during their visit.

Horse thieves, moonshiners, bank robbers, and assassins alike all called this penitentiary home. For the prisoners below, death row and public execution here became their ultimate fate.

Walking silently through double tiered, cell house rows, I cringed at the daily reality of oppressive rules and inmate living conditions inside these prison walls. For those fortunate inmates who obediently behaved, I observed a strictly scheduled, daily routine included work duties, mealtimes, and limited free time privileges.

The solitary confinement building known unfortunately as “Siberia” punished those for months who broke prison rules. Stepping hesitantly into one of these dark cells, I felt nervously entombed in this cramped and dirty chamber.

Heading toward the gallows room, where public hangings once took place, I noted the cold, mechanical efficiency of this trap door apparatus. How odd that prisoner executions also took place in the pleasant atmosphere of the prison rose garden.

The normalized presence of contraband weapons and freakish inmate tattoos provided an eerie atmosphere for “love of violence”that pervaded throughout my visit to this prison.

April 6, 2019 2

Magnificent Mesa Moments

“Capitol Reef is filled with geology that takes shape, color, and dimension to a level beyond comprehension.” (Stefanie Payne, A Year in the National Parks: The Greatest American Road Trip)

Upon leaving snowy Steamboat Springs as week three of our roadtrip began, Ruth and I veered southwest into the barren canyon lands of Southern Utah. While the village of Moab would have made an ideal location off the Interstate Highway to plan suitable hikes in popular Arches- Canyonlands National Park, we instead opted for a high desert path along smaller roads for a two day stay in tiny Torrey, the gateway town for Capitol Reef National Park- Goblin Valley State Park further west. Amidst this visually captivating land of towering cliffs, massive domes/arches and twisting canyons, an amazing showcase of photographic images would soon unfold from our motel location and on day hike adventures.

Stepping out into the frigid, 27 degrees air, to begin our 1st day explorations, a massive line of red rock mesas gained my immediate attention. Crossing the street for breakfast, a pair of wooly llamas invited me closer for a friendly pet on the neck.

Entering the west entrance to Capitol Reef National Park, the aptly named attractions of Chimney/Cathedral Rocks soon caught our attention.

At the Castle landmark, Ruth and I climbed a steep hill for a panoramic view of our rugged surrounding. At the top, we posed proudly by a lonely tree stump.

Entering the long abandoned village of Fruita, restored remnants of an 1880s Mormon Community living there along the Fremont River remained at the one room schoolhouse and Gifford House store.

Further east, intricate petroglyph carvings of ancient Indian settlements along steep canyon walls caught our attention. Opposite these cliffs, a herd of mule deer grazed cautiously nearby our human presence.

In the 1st day afternoon, an eight mile scenic drive offered a breathtaking backcountry view of the park. Alongside this well appreciated paved road, multilayered walls surrounding us drew eerily closer. At Capitol Gorge, we then envisioned how the original pioneers in the late 1800s crossed through these narrows under more austere conditions.

On day two of our southern Utah visit, Goblin Valley State Park provided a strange encounter with mushroom gnome, rock formations providing visions of a childish playground in this harsh desert environment.

Having fun here would not happen easily here,however, as we hiked the Carmel Canyon Trail, a steeply narrow maze of directional confusion for our east coast, “life of ease” mindset.

April 2, 2019 9

“ Great War” On Full Display

“We cherish too, the poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led
It seems to to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies”
(Moina Michael – 1915 Poem – Response To “In Flanders Field” )

As a former history teacher, I am always eager to restudy the past firsthand in my travels. Clearly, the National World War I Museum and Memorial would thus satisfy my “authentic history” standard on an afternoon visit to Kansas City, Missouri on day twelve of our road trip. For my two hour tour of its west and east galleries would well document the destructive horrors this 1914- 1919 conflict in a personalized manner. An audio tour headset proved practical on this visit as well as I listened intently to each numbered exhibit along the way. Other gems of this museum included Memory Hall and a panoramic look at greater Kansas City along the outdoor patio walls. Take a look at my favorite photos below.

The architecture of the museum and surrounding grounds provided an impressive visual display.

Amassing support for a wartime effort required powerful propaganda efforts.

Millions of lives were lost in the stalemate of trench warfare along the Western European battle line.

New weapons of modern warfare brought mass casualties on the battlefield.

Here are some memorable quotes about the nightmares of war that filled the galleries.

Notice the map/mural studded walls of war torn Europe along Memory Hall.

Our captivating view of Kansas City from the patio balcony on this frigid afternoon.

After our museum visit, my wife and I enjoyed a birthday feast at nearby Jack Stacks Barbecue – Freight House.

March 22, 2019 7

Water Wonders Everywhere

“Here nature calls from fortunes frown her children of disease . And bids them throw their crutches down andgo where’er they please”( John C. Hale, bathhouse owner, 1847)

Moving into week two of our road trip , Ruth and I crossed over the spring flood swollen waters overflowing the banks of the Mississippi River into Central Arkansas for a two day visit to the historic town of Hot Springs. Known as the “Valley of the Vapors”, Hot Springs has long been a popular tourist haven known for its therapeutic spring waters, celebrity sightings, and illicit “underworld” presence. Armed with such knowledge, our leisurely walking tour downtown and short drive to nearby historic landmarks would reveal convincing evidence of Hot Springs’ illustrious past. My favorite photographs of our visit are thus presented below.

OZARK REGION ACCOMMODATIONS

Booking our first Air B&B apartment of this road trip along a steeply wooded ridge would provide a well deserved respite from our long driving days on the road. A short drive away, we discovered the inconspicuous presence of ex. President Bill Clinton’s boyhood home.

BATHHOUSE ROW – OUCH! THAT’S HOT

Walking along the “Grand Promenade”, traversing old downtown from above, we observed a series of ornately built, thermal bathhouses built in the early twentieth century Taking a closer along the grounds of several of these now defunct facilities, boiling hot springs still spewed forth to tantalize our curious mind.

HOT SPRINGS NATIONAL PARK

The restored Fordyce Bathhouse has been restored by the National Service to its original condition. On our tour of the 23 rooms in this complexly designed facility, we gained a realistic picture of traditional hot water treatments for obtaining physical/emotional cures in the past. Interestingly, recent scientific studies now question the medicinal qualities of hot springs water treatments as ultimately effective. Interestingly we later read that movie celebrities, sports heroes, and organized crime bosses had been frequent recipients of such spa treatments there in the past.

OLD ARLINGTON HOTEL

Alongside Bathhouse Row, this famous tourist accommodation stands as out prominently as an authentic time testament to the “heydays” of Hot Springs’ gloried past. Upon entering, its luxurious lobby, an authentic anniversary exhibit of this hotel from 1925- 2000 captivated our attention. Witness also that Al Capone and his “mob” entourage were frequent room occupants here.

GANGSTER MUSEUM OF AMERICA

In a town filled with past gambling, bootlegging, prostitution, and other illicit activities, a visit to this museum sounded tempting. Unfortunately the $14.00 entry fee, “tacky” tourist trap” look, and lack of nearby parking dissuaded us from visiting on this particular visit.

Side Note:

We will be driving close by the flood swollen regions of Nebraska next. We hope to safely lend a helping hand as a volunteer there. Stay tuned for this theme in my next blog. Namaste

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