Thursday, September 15, 2011

Bailey Goes To A Farm

Today is September 15, 2011 Day 110 of the Grand Adventure 2.0

The nose of the bus is finally tilted toward home. Like a horse headed toward the barn, our speed keeps creeping up on us unlike when we started out on Adventure 2.0.   Like last year, I am not going to ever be able to write about all the marvelous places we saw without this blog becoming a travel book. For instance, last March while in Florida, our friend, Robert Noell, flew us to Cedar Key in his plane. 
Never mentioned it. 



He also flew us to Key West where, as it turned out, it was Spring Break. There were so many bikini babes flicking sand off their hynnies that I'm sure Robert and Fred were lightheaded when it came time to fly home. I was glad to have two pilots in the front seat in case one of them was overcome by the fragrance of bare skinned youth inhaled earlier.





 

I begged incessantly until Fred finally took me to an aquarium.  I love watching fish much more than catching fish!


While there, we went on a boat ride where we were surrounded by several dolphin families. They were so engaging...quite a sight but I never wrote about it.





Further begging finally yielded a bus puppy named Bailey. That's why I called this story:

“BAILEY GOES TO A FARM.”

Our destination was a former 500 acre cherry farm located on Washington Island just off the tip of Wisconsin's Door Pennisula. It is owned by George and Susan Ulm who quit raising cherries and apples and now run it as a unique bed and breakfast.  We stayed in the "Apple House" which could sleep 8 - 10 people, had 2 bathrooms a full kitchen and loads of space to sprawl.  The shelves were stocked with books, games and magazines and the TV's came with every premium cable channel available. 

The Apple House was situated about 50 yards from the edge of Lake Michigan, and we were encouraged to take a stroll down to the shore.  There was a building just above the lake that they called a fishing shack. To me, it looked more like a screened in spa patio with lounge chairs and a game table with an ethereal view of the woods and the lake.





It was a great place to visit, but I haven't told you why we left our bus in a beautiful RV park in Ellison Bay and rode the ferry to the island and drove to Greengate Farm. 

George Ulm owns, perhaps, the largest ham radio collection in North America. Fred wanted to see his collection, operate a few of the radios and publish a story about the experience. 

George is a prolific recounteur of the highest order. Listening to him reminded Fred and I of the stories told by Forrest Gump in the movie of the same name.   He told tales of a plane crash that resulted in his parent's first meeting; driving the President of Mexico around in his car; a time when he enjoyed diplomatic priviledges; a platonic weekend spent with Jaqueline Bouvier in her college years; his arranged (1st) marriage and encounters with an eclectic array of celebrities. He never stopped talking and we never got tired of listening. 

In addition, Fred ate a "lawyer fish" for lunch  which was a first.  While enjoying a beer in a local bar that evening, we met a real, honest to God, fighter pilot.  He was on a hurricane evacuation mission out of Norfolk, Virginia. He had to fly his jet out of the path of Hurricane Irene into the milder weather of the midwest so he decided to visit his parents on the Island. His dad was retired military so the three guys had a wonderful time talking airplanes and war strategy. I watched Greenbay on the low def bar TV with the non pilots.   

While driving around the next day we were waved into a restaraunt by the owner who was raking leaves outside her place. We had noticed a crowd there the night before enjoying the live music but had already enjoyed the fighter pilot and Bailey had to pee so we passed it up.  Well, the lunch crowd was thin.....we were it.  There was a guitar hanging on the wall so Fred played for the staff and Charlie the dog while they cooked for us.  The decor was homespun antique chic, the food, satisfying and the entertainment was excellent. I went home with the guitar player......again.



His article is about the ham radio aspect of the visit and in addition to being on his own website, QRZ.com, it has been picked up for publication in the national ham radio magazine.

from the road:
-robin

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Coeur d'Alene by way of Blanchard

Way back on July 6th, we decided to go to Coeur d'Alene and chose an RV park in nearby Blanchard. By choosing StoneRidge Motor Coach Village, we lucked into another unplanned adventure.

 We drove into our assigned spot which was next to a lovely golf course with a fish pond and a view of the 18 hole golf course. Most people own their site here and return every summer to meet up with old friends and play golf and hang out at the clubhouse, where they pop popcorn and watch movies on the big screen TV.  The pool and spa area is really nice and the pro shop is attached to a restaurant. Some build extravagant patios with kitchens, fire pits, bars and entertainment centers next to their coaches. 



And some form a band.  
We met Jim who was on his way to jam with his friends at a nearby home on the lake.  When I mentioned that Fred played guitar he kindly invited us to his friend's house to "join the basement band."  Of course he didn't think we would show up, but heck, we are parked in a place where we know no one and we miss all our friends back home, so, yea, we show up, guitar and booze in hand.  We got introduced to all the people there that had been placing bets as to whether we would show up or not, mixed up a bunch of drinks and headed down to the basement to play music.  I was Fred's groupie and a few other friends were there to play the role of supportive audience and the band played on and we had a ball.

So, Jim's wife, Patty is now my new best friend and wants me to have a good time in their community.  The big plan is for Patty, Jim, Fred and I to play golf the next day.  I carefully and repeatedly explain that I have just started playing golf and my skills are inadequate to play well with others as yet. (Chris Noell told me that in Florida last March and I have yet to improve.)  Sweet Patty and Jim tell me not to worry, that they don't care and I can just do what I can and pick up my ball anytime I am slowing the group down and just have a great time.  OK, I agree.     Skip to the next day at tee time.......

Four more players have joined us and it is now the men playing together and we four women playing together.  Oh.....my......God.  Remember, this is a golf community where people take this stuff seriously and are really, really good at this frustratingly hard game.  So, I am pretty sure that no one told Linda and Mary that I stunk at golf and that I knew NOTHING about how to walk on the green properly and other, oh so important rules of decorum. Mary decides to teach me how to play instead of ignoring me and letting me take a few swings and then picking up my ball and tucking my tail between my legs and sculking to the cart, mute and miserable. So, my fun, carefree day of golf becomes a string of humiliating attempts at competence and repeated failures.  Wheeeeeeeeeee

Our Basement Band hosts, drummer, golf instructor and guitar player
We were invited to the Park potluck party that evening.  By the time we arrived, everyone I met, knew who I was and how I played. Hmmmm I wonder how that got around so quick?  I guess if you are going to do something, you should do it in such a way that everyone is aware of your attempt. Mission accomplished!  Later we went back to Mary's house (she was also a fabulous, self-taught drummer) to jam again and she advised me to go take some golf lessons.  Gee I was going to do that before I got wisked away on a bus tour of the United States and wound up with a new set of clubs and no lessons. Never the less, I think we met some new friends that will be glad to see us again as long as they don't have to play golf with me!

 The next day we did drive to Coeur d'Alene and it was fabulous.  Lots of folks enjoying all kinds of water sports.  We walked the streets, had lunch and wish we had left enough time to rent a boat of some kind to enjoy the water there. The town was quaint and we enjoyed walking the boardwalk.



Remember my feature of Lessons learned?  I learned some recently:
1)  Never sit on the little shelf in the shower to shave your legs....
2)  Never play golf with folks who think the score at the end of the game is more important than fun   found with friends along the way.
3)  Make new friends, but keep the old...one is silver and the other gold..I miss my gold friends.


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from the road:
-robin