Where’s the brindle?

You continue to show us tons and tons and tons of snow and rust. So, where’s the brindle?
Well Flo, as a matter of fact, the roads were sometimes long, but every curve we rounded, we saw the same but different, mountains. We were on our way to Death Valley when we saw the brindle in the mountains.
The layers formed beautiful stripes of color, sometimes horizontal.
Sometimes diagonal.
Sometimes the stripes were more subtle in the bluffs,

And sometimes they were wildly striking and random.
We saw plenty of brindle Flo, it was everywhere we looked.

Yes, it’s true

Vacation is officially over.
It’s back to the daily grind, slogging through the day.
Vacation is almost rusty memories.
Wonderful memories of days gone by

‘Tis sad, but oh so true.

Another bedtime story please

Mom, while we were at Camp Lisa it was really cold, was it warm and sunny in Arizona?
Oh contrar Miss Minnie. We saw lots and lots of snow.
Our journey was delayed at least two days because of a huge snow storm.
By the third day, the roads were pretty good, at least for awhile.
Once we reached Seligman, ice on the interstate had caused an accident, traffic was stopped dead in its tracks.
Cars didn’t move.
They were just parked at the side of the road.
By the fourth day the interstate had cleared up, and once again we were on our way.
Williams had even more snow than Seligman and the icicles were huge.
Paths were carved out in the snow the width of a snow shovel.

And the road to the Grand Canyon was clear with icy patches. That’s why we took the train, why we missed seeing the Grand Canyon and why we ended up in Death Valley.
But ya know what? Once again we were assured that everything happens for a reason.

2009: It was a greyt year

Looking back, it was a greyt year. We took many adventures with the greyhounds, saw more Oregon than we have ever seen before, took the vacation of a lifetime and have a lot to look forward in 2010.
Here’s the map for next year.

1. Get your kicks on Route 66. Take an adventure no matter how close or how far.
2. Share your fun. Life is meant to be fun. Grab a partner, a friend or a canine.
3. Take a risk. Don’t be afraid to support a small business on the side of the road.
4. Embrace the sunrise. Not sure what’s going to happen? Challenge the day with a “bring it on” attitude.
5. Reflect every sunset. Let the good things shine the surface and the bad things sink to the bottom.
6. Change the world. No matter how small, do something to make a difference in someone’s world.

Hey Mom, What’s a Bordello?



Is it like the cough shot we got before we went to Camp Lisa?
No Duncan, you’re thinking of bordetella, you got a kennel cough vaccination.
A bordello is, well, ummmm, a place where ladies of the evening made money.
There were many individual bedrooms, and each lady had her own room.
A red light was lit on the outside of the building so that gentleman callers knew when the ladies were available.
Mom! Did you guys stay at the bordello?
Yes Duncan, we stayed at the bordello. Your Momma K even met a very nice gentleman.
OMG EVERYBODY! OUR MOMS ARE HOOKERS!!!!!!!!!!
Duncan, Duncan, not so loud, it’s OK. The Red Garter has not been a bordello since the mid-1940’s. Now it’s a bed and breakfast.
We rented a room, much like a hotel, and ate incredibly yummy cinnamon rolls for breakfast.
It was a very nice place.

Phew, I feel so much better now.

Mom, did you get your kicks on Route 66? Did ya? Huh? Did ya?

Tell us about your kicks moms. We want fun dreams tonight, not scary ghost stories.
Arizona had great Route 66 signs.
We drove by gold mines, maybe we could have panned for our millions.
And then there was Ed’s Camp. You guys had a blast at Camp Lisa, do you think Camp Ed would have been just as much fun?
Riding a Harley was really big on Route 66.
And judging by the sign on the door, cowboys must have been everywhere too.
We had breakfast at Lilo’s Westside Café and just across the highway was the Roadkill Café. Do you think the owners were related?
The Harley riding got to be a little chilly in Seligman. Those lady bikers are tough though.

And once we got to Williams, we found a place we could make new friends. Hmmmm, go figure that we would find another bordello in the same block.

Mom, did you get your kicks on Route 66? Did ya? Huh? Did ya?

Tell us about your kicks moms. We want fun dreams tonight, not scary ghost stories.
Arizona had great Route 66 signs.
We drove by gold mines, maybe we could have panned for our millions.
And then there was Ed’s Camp. You guys had a blast at Camp Lisa, do you think Camp Ed would have been just as much fun?
Riding a Harley was really big on Route 66.
And judging by the sign on the door, cowboys must have been everywhere too.
We had breakfast at Lilo’s Westside Café and just across the highway was the Roadkill Café. Do you think the owners were related?
The Harley riding got to be a little chilly in Seligman. Those lady bikers are tough though.

And once we got to Williams, we found a place we could make new friends. Hmmmm, go figure that we would find another bordello in the same block.

A bedtime story

Mommas, please tell us a bedtime story. Tell us about your trip.

Well little doggies, we drove 1,581 miles in 10 days. We were in three states, Nevada, Arizona and California.
We traveled Route 66 from Williams, Arizona to Barstow, California.
We walked barefooted in the sand dunes of Death Valley National Park.
And we wore our down vests, mittens and boots at the Grand Canyon National Park.
We visited a ghost town in Arizona—Gold Mine—a little town filled with old trucks and cars and an abandoned mine shaft.
And Rhyolite, Nevada, a prosperous town at the turn of the century.