Monthly Archives: February 2017

The Desire For A Mexican Planter

Before I talk about acquiring a Mexican Planter let me throw in a few left over photos from Lake Havasu.

This beauty was parked in the driveway – likely waiting to go to Thursday night’s classic car show. Other than the big tires on the truck at Britannia Beach, I don’t think I’ve seen any this big.

Them are BIG tires

Them are BIG tires

Outside the Walmart in Havasu are a few of these parking spots for the disabled. I don’t know if it is a comment on the ability to park or the need to get scooters out of vans or what but there is a LOT of space allowed.

This is one big parking spot.

This is one BIG parking spot.

Or maybe the spot is needed for Mom.

That hold on BIG bottle

That holds one BIG glass

Well, after ten wonderful days with Rich and Nancy, including the opportunity to catch up with a couple of cousins from Manitoba who stay in the same complex, we were back on the road.

Sherrill and Bill - cousins from my father's side.

Sherrill and Bill – cousins from my father’s side.

As most of you likely know, the scenery in Arizona, while it can be spectacular doesn’t necessarily lend itself to scenic campgrounds. This is called “boondocking” – what a surprise.

Look carefully to see the RV

Look carefully to see the RV

Or join your friends under the trees

More "organized"

More “organized”

Our first stop was for lunch in Wickenberg, a town of 6600. We went to Lydia’s Cantina.

While Lydia's may have lacked in ambience, it was made up for in friendliness.

While Lydia’s may have lacked in ambience, was made up for in friendliness.

While having lunch we were entertained by a man playing the accordion. Terry asked the server if he played there everyday “NO, just Saturday and Sunday.” It was Friday. Terry enjoyed a vegetarian chicken cheeeeeese enchilada.

When we told Lydia we were from Canada she exclaimed that she had a very good friend from Canada who was a very good artist and had lent her all the paintings in the restaurant to decorate it.

You can have this for only $325.00

You can have this for only $325.00

I wanted to bring this statue home but Terry said No! Don’t see why not.

Yeehaw

Yeehaw! Ride ’em Cowboy

Can anybody out there tell me what Tammy Whacking is?

No comment

No comment

From the time we left Penticton we were on the hunt for a Mexican Frog Planter (Ha! you thought it was different from that didn’t you! Ha!) Our plan is to go just across the border to Nogales, Mexico to get one.

Just north of Phoenix we came across two pottery factories. After spending 20 minutes looking at 4000 planters we decided to wait for Mexico.

A REAL Mexican Frog Planter

A REAL Mexican Frog Planter

Who knew you could find Ogo Pogo in Arizona.

Who knew you could find Ogo Pogo in Arizona.

Then it was off to Sun City to enjoy two days and three nights with Joanne Hamilton – a very delightful host.  We had so much fun I didn’t even have time to take any photos. We met some new people at a BBQ, played golf with Carole and Bob Murphie and Darlene Galer and friend Doug. Then we all had dinner, drinks and dice together. We were told by everyone there was no need to go all the way to Nogales. We could easily find the planter we want in Tubac, Arizona, just 45 minutes south of Tucson. Besides, once we crossed the border who knew if we could get back in. Just sayin’.

Sunday morning, we started at Biscuits Cafe. I asked the server what he recommended. He said that because he was a big boy (and he was) he really liked the Biscuits Burger. So…

2 slices ham, 2 rashers bacon, fried egg, cheddar cheese, tomato, onion and mayo - hold the lettuce. Comes with hash browns as well.

2 slices ham, 2 rashers bacon, hamburger patty,  fried egg, cheddar cheese, tomato, onion and mayo – hold the lettuce. Comes with hash browns as well. Ate everything except the hash browns and bottom of one bun!

Anyway, after breakfast Terry and Joanne went off golfing while I stayed home to prepare a wack’o appies for Oscar night. Instead, I got – uh – ill – and accomplished very little – T and J had to make their own Sparkling Champagne Limoncello Cocktail, Tapenade and Antipasto Vegetables, Chorizo & Chickpea Appetizer with Perfect Crostinis and Stuffed Portobello Mushroom Pizza while they watched the hilarity that was the 2017 Oscars.

So, today we were off to Tubac to find our planter. Someone doesn’t know where they are

Just messin' with your head

Just messin’ with your American head I guess.

After driving the 50 minutes, spending 1 hour and 30 minutes looking at 50,000 pots we came away with absolutely nothing – except a photo of a cool sculpture.

The Black White Rabbit

The Black White Rabbit

30 miles north of the US-Mexican border you have to go through another border security check.

Border Security

Border Security

For dinner we went all the way back to Ha Long Bay, Vietnam

Apparently no one involved in the restaurant is actually from Ha Long Bay but at least from Vietnam.

Apparently no one involved in the restaurant is actually from Ha Long Bay but at least from Vietnam.

Terry had Hu Tieu Ha Long Bay special - Hủ Tiếu Đặc Biệt more commonly known as Shrimp, squid, wonton and roast pork soup.

Terry had the Hu Tieu Ha Long Bay special – Hủ Tiếu Đặc Biệt – more commonly known as Chicken with shrimp, squid, wonton and roast pork soup.

Final photo but one for you – attached to Sparkle Dry Cleaners is…

Cool name.

Cool name.

Tomorrow we are off to Kartchner State Park

Apparently they are incredible.

Apparently they are incredible.

 

Lake Havasu – A Place Like No Other

Lake Havasu, Arizona is a place like no other. It is hard to know whether or not there are more permanent residents or snowbirds. Yesterday Terry and I golfed – more later. Then, with Rich and Nancy we went out to find Happy Hour.  (Apologies to those who saw the the, third, fourth and fifth photos on Facebook).

On Sunday we played “The Refuge Golf Course”. It is a semi-private course that I think we talked about last year. An Arnold Palmer designated course which the owners ruined  (8 par fours, 5 par fives and 5 par threes, and in the process losing the Arnold Palmer designation) in order to put in a whack of RV pads. Presently, none of the pads can be used because of some kind of ongoing law suit. Anyway, when I pay the green fees the guy tells me we get a couple of drinks and a food voucher for the lounge but since it is closing at 3:00 we may want to nip in as we pass it after the 8th hole and redeem them. As we pass I go in and the woman tells me no, there is no food, just the drinks. A little frustrated I order two beer and two hot dogs – and then wait. After twenty minutes Terry comes in to ask what the hell is going on. I tell her and the woman tells me she can have the cart girl bring them out. Okay I say – how much do I owe you for the hot dogs? “$23.50” I fall off the stool. We go out – the foursome behind us has STILL not caught up! Halfway down the 9th fairway the guy from the proshop shows up with our “food”

They looked much much better than they tasted!

They looked much much better than they tasted – and the fries were cold!

However the view from the 18th tee wasn’t bad.

Nice View

Nice View

On our way to the golf course yesterday we saw this building. Now, I know Urgent Care is the new “Emergency“, so I was wondering what kind of emergency would occur to necessitate hearing aids.

Urgent? Hearing Aids?

Urgent? Hearing Aids?

Then we arrive at the golf course. There are 36 holes at “The Courses at London Bridge” (A misnomer since they are at least 3.3 miles away from the bridge.) We check in with the starter and he tells us we are up next and playing alone, just as another couple roll up. He tells them that they can join us or play alone on the other course. Terry says hi, the woman smiles, the man looks over his shoulder at us and says “We’ll play the other course.” Talk about feeling rejected. No one ever wants to play with us!

On the fifth hole you see this retaining wall. It is about 20 feet high and all grey concrete – not that attractive.

wallIt does support this house.

Lovely little abode

Lovely little abode

On the eighth hole we had the attack of the ducks. This was about one-third of them. We watched them all waddle across the entire green, then turn around, fly back into the water, get out and start their trek north again.

Duck!

Duck!

By the 12th hole, however we had had it. The whole way around had been slow, but waiting 5 minutes for every shot (with the exception of our putts) finally got to us and we quit.

Luckily we were planning on going out for happy hour at 4:30! First stop – Barley Brothers Pub – 20 to 30 minute wait. Walked across the street to Javelina Cantina – 20 to 30 minute wait. Got in the car and went to Bad Dogs.

baddog

Got in just before the crush. Man do they like their happy hours down here! Single burger – $1.00, Double $2 and Triple $3. Add various toppings and you get quite a good burger for not much money. However, not all was perfect. Three of us ordered Margaritas – but their blender was broken – how does that even happen in a bar – so they were on the rocks. I’m sure there was tequila in there, but it was hard to tell through all the ice, so when I finished mine I moved on to wine. After Rich finished his beer, we ordered some more wine. The waiter returns and says “Sorry, we are all out of wine glasses, can I bring it in a pint glass and can I have your glass to refill it please”

Ever seen wine in a beer glass?

Ever seen wine in a beer glass?

But the bill? Check it out.

10 drinks - $30.50, 4 burgers, fries, wings, chips and salsa -

10 drinks – $30.50, 4 burgers, fries, wings, chips and salsa – $18.08.

Every Thursday afternoon/evening classic car collectors show up on the main street to show off their cars. Here are some:

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Check out this license plate and don’t miss the “cherry on top” either.3 4 5

Who remembers the old bench seats with your girl cuddled up close?6 7 8 9 10 11

Now, on a totally different note, if you would like a really good chuckle and you like Billy Connelly, check this out. It is a couple of years old, but I just came upon it. (For those who are highly politically correct, you may want to give it a pass)

 

A Walk In The Park – Well, Maybe The Desert

Terry and Nancy went for a little walk in the desert today. Geoff would have gone but it was not long enough for him – just 8 miles or 16000 steps so he stayed home and did laundry and cleaned golf clubs. Here are some photos of the area around Lake Havasu. The first is of Carole, Terry, Nancy and Stephanie.

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The previous two photos were taken on Carol’s camera and the rest Terry took. We have no idea why they aren’t as bright as Carol’s. We had a little rain over the weekend which really “greened up” the desert.

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Thanks for looking.

Just How Much Excitement Can One Couple Handle

Well, enough of Salt Lake City – it was onto the color, noise and excitement of Las Vegas. Is it possible for one day’s travel to have such extremes? Not too many adventures along the way but there were some interesting sites.

We saw this sign four times between Salt Lake and the state line:

This actually says: Love is Blind Driving is Not Focus People

This actually says:
Love is Blind
Driving is Not
Focus People

Interesting to see where people choose to live. There was NOTHING near this house. Good luck if you run short of milk.

Interesting to see where people choose to live. There was NOTHING near this house. Good luck if you run short of milk.

These next two photos were taken as we approached St. George

scenery-2

scenery-3

Overlooking St. George were these two homes – there were two homes and an empty lot between them.

Bit of a difference in price, I'll bet.

Bit of a difference in price, I’ll bet.

I have no idea what they sell, but I can imagine the uproar if someone wanted to open a shop with this name - particularly since "Moby Dick" caused such a todo with some.

I have no idea what they sell, but I can imagine the uproar if someone wanted to open a shop with this name – particularly since “Moby Dick” caused such a todo with some.

As you leave St. George you go through Virgin River Canyon, one of the most spectacular sites we have seen. If you haven’t been through and are visiting Las Vegas take a day to drive up. You won’t be sorry. Sadly I didn’t get any decent pictures with all our oohing and aahing.

I think this is called flat land

I think this is called flat land

Okay – so this is a picture of a “crotch rocket” and two of these provided me with my second life threatening experiences on this trip. We are motoring along after leaving the canyon on a long flat straight stretch and without any warning to me these things scream and I mean SCREAM by. If you have ever heard one winding itself out, you know what I mean. We were going 80mph and they disappeared almost instantly. I figure they were going at least 120mph. I literally jumped in my seat and because I did not hear it coming until it was right on top of us. Terry didn’t react because she had seen it coming. My heart went thub – stop – thub!

A Red Crotch Rocket

A Red Crotch Rocket

Then we arrive in Las Vegas. The first issue was finding the parking lot for our hotel – The Linq. Drove right past the hotel but there was no entrance. Had to drive into The Venetian parking lot to get directions. The attendant clearly had had the question before. Then we get into the hotel itself. Hundreds of people moving around, lots of of signs which say CASINO-HOTEL but nothing that tells you how to get to the registration desk – that took 15 minutes. When we finally got registered we were told our room was in District 3 – I saw another sign for District 9. I can’t imagine how big it must have been. Nevertheless, here we were in Las Vegas for our one big night of excitement.

We started out with a glass of wine in the room and then went downstairs to Hash House A Go Go for dinner. I think they may be downplaying buffets because the meals were HUGE.

Terry chose the crab cake and pasta appetizer for her meal. The crab cake was slightly larger than a hockey puck and, according to Terry, just as tasty.

Terry chose the crab cake and pasta appetizer for her meal. The crab cake was slightly larger than a hockey puck and, according to Terry, just as tasty.

After dinner we went back to the room, Terry watched Manchester By The Sea, I read for 20 minutes and then fell asleep – done by 8:30. How about that for unbridled excitement!

Terry on Stallion Mountain Golf Course.

Next morning – Terry on Stallion Mountain Golf Course.

You want a rock wall? Here's a rock wall that went the entire of a 400 yard hole.

You want a rock wall? Here’s a rock wall that went the entire of a 400 yard hole.

So that’s our story so far.

 

 

We Spit In The Face of Death

Another 7 hour drive ahead on Sunday – Baker City, Oregon to Ely, Nevada. Staying tonight at the Jailhouse Motel. Excited as hell.

So there we were, just cruising along the highway, minding our own business, at the posted 80mph (128 kph) entering Boise, when the little yellow car which had been sitting next to us for about 3 miles, decides to quickly come over into our lane. As I reacted, verbally, Terry jerked the wheel hard right, causing us to swerve into the other lane. Luckily there wasn’t one of the many many semis we saw or even a car or we would have definitely been roadkill. It was the closest I have ever been to being killed (as opposed to just dying, but that is an old story). Thank goodness for Terry’s most excellent driving skills.

Last year when we came home from Arizona we drove straight north through Nevada and loved the drive so we decided to drive that way again. However, as we turn off 84 on to 93, BIG sign saying 93 is closed due to flooding south of Ely, Nevada. We cruise in to the Visitor’s Centre and ask what is happening. The young man apologizes 62 times for the road flooding as if it is all his fault. No other way except to go through Salt Lake City – which will add about 150 miles – and 2 hours – to our drive. Once again our 7 hours turns in to 9. Sigh…

We did get to view the Snake River however, and that made the forced stop in Twin Falls that much more palatable.

The Perrine Memorial Bridge crossing the Snake River.

The Perrine Memorial Bridge crossing the Snake River.

Blue Lakes Country Club on the banks of the Snake River flowing through Snake River Valley. I would willingly come back here to play this cool looking course - except that it is private and unlikely to let the likes of me on it.

Blue Lakes Country Club on the banks of the Snake River flowing through Snake River Valley. I would willingly come back here to play this cool looking course – except that it is private and unlikely to let the likes of me on it.

If you are ever near to Twin Falls, the detour to visit and see the Snake is well worth it.

Interesting town names as you drive through Utah. Have a photo of one of them.

Snowville - Imagine waking up to this view every morning.

This is Snowville – Imagine waking up to this view every morning.

The other two towns were Honeyville (how sweet) and – wait for it – Sulphurville (pretty sure there is no way we would opt to live there).

"On the read again"...

“On the read again”…

And so we arrive in Salt Lake City, looking for our hotel which is located at 122 West South Temple Street. Now we found West Temple Street and we found South Temple Street, but I’ll be danged (Mormon talk for damned I think) if we can find West South Temple. After some frustration we discover that 122 West South Temple Street really means 122 West – South Temple Street. The guy at the registration desk looks at me like I’m an idiot when I mention this confusion to him “Well, I GUESS if you aren’t used to our grid system, this might be confusing.” Ya think.

The hotel, was located just behind Temple Square, where the Mormon Tabernacle is located. After a fine dinner of “authentic Himalayan food” (which tasted suspiciously like many of the Indian meals we have enjoyed over the years) complete with beer (which surprised us somewhat), we strolled up the street to view the Tabernacle.

A slightly out of focus photo of the wine options available to you at th Himalayan Kitchen. The whites are laying down and the dozen or so reds are standing on the bottom or the "cooler/rack".

A slightly out of focus photo of the wine options available to you at the Himalayan Kitchen. The whites are laying down and the dozen or so reds are standing on the bottom or the “cooler/rack”.

The Joseph Smith Memorial Building is an architecturally beautiful building.

The Joseph Smith Memorial Building is an architecturally beautiful building.

As is the Mormon Tabernacle

As is the Mormon Tabernacle

Now, I don’t sincerely don’t  mock any religion but…

Apparently John the Baptist descended first...

Apparently John the Baptist descended first…

...and then was joined by James and Peter.

…and then was joined by James and Peter.

Always good to know the exact date your religion began...

Always good to know the exact date your religion began…

And off to bed we went, to get ready for our big adventure on Monday. Let’s see – I think I’ll call our next post  Just How Much Excitement Can One Couple Handle. Yep, that’ll be a good one!

Until next time, an old favorite Terry took while I was recuperating in the hospital.

Nice ...shoes

Nice…shoes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mountain Goats, Trains and Tats

So here we are in Salt Lake City after a rather eventful couple of days on the road to Lake Havasu, Arizona. We left Penticton with a destination of Baker City, Oregon – a 7 hour drive. Well, it’s a seven hour drive if you don’t turn right when you are supposed to go straight thus adding 2 hours to your drive. (Yeah, it was Geoff’s error.) On the upside, we did get to see a herd – 13 to be exact – of mountain goats. They were quite fantastic.

The ram in the circle was clearly the leader. The entire time we watched the herd, he stood guard watching over them.

The ram in the circle was clearly the leader. The entire time we watched the herd, he stood guard watching over them.

There are 8 of the 13 in this picture. Can you spot them? They so blend into the landscape.

There are 8 of the 13 in this picture. Can you spot them? They so blend into the landscape.

Also on the upside, we got to see a slice of real Americana at a Subway near Umatilla, Washington.  Pubescent boy – “Can I please have an extra slice of cheese on my 6″ sub?” Dad “NO! THAT COSTS EXTRA!” as he orders his 12″ sub. I would imagine the poor kid was mortified.

This guy was really letting off steam!

This guy was really letting off steam!

There were some spectacular homes along the banks of the Columbia River.

There were some spectacular homes along the banks of the Columbia River.

Beautiful - just beautiful.

Beautiful – just beautiful.

Anyway, our first night was in Baker City, Oregon. Checked in and went to dinner at Sumpter’s Junction. Now the meal was no rain hell – I ordered, from the menu, a black and blue burger with  the blue being blue cheese except the chef, being busy with the three orders he had to cook, changed it to American cheese. Anyway, that’s not the point. The point is that it had a Large O scale train running around the entire restaurant – took about 7 minutes!

This is part of the uphill spiral tunnel at the entrance which take the train back up to the ceiling where it travels around the restaurant until it gets to the downhill spiral.

This is part of the uphill spiral tunnel at the entrance which take the train back up to the ceiling where it travels around the restaurant until it gets to the downhill spiral.

The downhill spiral tunnel.

The downhill spiral tunnel.

From dinner it was back to the hotel bar for a final glass of wine.

This is HUGE glass of a lovely Californian Cabernet - $5.00US or $6.53Cdn.

This is HUGE glass of a lovely Californian Cabernet – $5.00US or $6.53Cdn.

And then there was Greg. Greg is a long haul driver – he was taking apples from Washington to Texas. He was quite affable and chatty. One of the comments he made, however, was that he had had a number of girlfriends.

Perhaps the tattoo of the ted up woman with a gag in her mouth might be why he went form woman to woman to woman...

Perhaps the tattoo of the ted up woman with a gag in her mouth might be why he went form woman to woman to woman…

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