Collin's Ten-Year-Old Trip

Day 1:  June 11, 2013

New Castle, Indiana to Pigeon Forge, Tennessee

 

Well, the driving part wasn’t that much fun, except that Collin got to play electronic games just about non-stop for hours on end, and he got to listen to the corny Kid’s Channel on satellite radio on demand.   

But, Pigeon Forge was great, because that’s when Collin got to take the wheel.  He was a natural on the roller coaster style Go Kart tracks, lapping Grandma Gayl, and lots of other  older experienced drivers, like the one below. 

 

As Collin says about this picture: "I was beating someone who could probably drive himself in his own real car."

 

Collin’s Go-Kart summary statement:  “It was awesome!"

 

 

After test driving a bunch of Go Kart tracks, it was time for a round of Adventure Golf.  We found the biggest highest best course in Pigeon Forge, which began with a very cool winding train ride up to the top of a hill covered with catastrophes--an erupting volcano, a crashing plane, a shipwreck at the base of a huge waterfall, and some fearsome mining disasters. 

 

 

Collin got a hole-in-one on the very first hole, and proceeded to roundly trounce Grandma Gayl, but Granddad was like Tiger Woods, coming on strong in the back nine to inch ahead of Collin.

One other new experience today:  Collin tried calamari at dinner, and liked it, although he judged it a little rubbery.

Collin’s Ten-Year-Old Trip

Prologue

June 10, 2013

 Before we set off on our big adventure, we got to spend an afternoon with Collin and big brother Andrew, exploring the outer limits of space and science, technological facts and science fiction, through the highly interactive Star Wars®: Where Science Meets Imagination exhibit at the Indiana State Museum in Indianapolis.

  We built robots and magnetic floating vehicles, tried to make a mechanical man walk using remote controls, learned about bionic technologies being used today to help people with disabilities, and saw lots of the costumes and props used in all the Star Wars® movies.

Collin’s favorite part:  a game where we chose bionic body enhancements to help us achieve a mission--for example, a mind chip that gave us perfect total recall or bionic/x-ray eyes--then we found out how the body parts helped and hindered us from achieving our objectives.

We drove back to New Castle just in time for the whole family to go out to dinner together at a Japanese restaurant, then after some family fun time, we got a good night’s sleep to prepare for the first official day of Collin’s Ten-Year-Old Trip.

Vagabond Safari

Kenya
May 17-29
No Wi-Fi, no phone, no television, no newspapers, sometimes even no electricity. So, no Blog of what may be our greatest adventure ever.

Close encounter with a cheetah

 We took about 7,000 pictures--it may be years before Dick fully mines the depths of this treasure trove of natural beauty and cultural contrast. 

Further travels await us, so our daily safari journal ramblings are unlikely to be post-capped in the blogosphere.  

But, here is a sampler of our countless visual joys.

Crowned Crane with Chick

Grey-headed Kingfisher

Lilac-breasted Roller

White-throated Bee-eater

Acacia at sunset

In the Pink?

March 23, 2013
Macon, Georgia--"Cherry Blossom Capital of the World"
Macon is throwing "The Pinkest Party on Earth," but the guests of honor are not cooperating.

The streets downtown are lined with Cherry Blossom Festival banners, the pavement is stenciled with bright pink cherry blossoms and pink center lines, the visitor center is stocked with pink souvenir tee shirts and cherry earrings, and the residents are in a festive spirit with pink wreaths on their doors and big poufy pink bows on their mailboxes. 

The only problem is that the 300,000 Yoshino cherry trees around town that are supposed to be in glorious bloom did not get the message. We drive the 20 mile Cherry Blossom Trail, and estimate that perhaps .1 percent of the trees are blooming, with just two days of the festival remaining.

Here are pictures of the best trees we could find--just about the only ones fully blooming:

The lack of cherry blossoms did not dampen the party spirit of this pair of revelers, though. 

The pretty pink poodle--complete with an impeccable bubblegum pink pedicure, and accessorized with pink bows on her ears and a silk butterfly barrette on her shoulder--is the pride and joy of this fellow and his wife, who run a local dog grooming business.  She remains pink pretty much all year round, he says.   

Aha--this explains all the wooden pink poodle cut-outs we saw on local lawns during our Cherry Blossom Trail drive.  We have just stumbled into a brush with celebrity.

Macon is only three hours drive from Savannah, and we can imagine how breath-takingly beautiful it would be here if the trees were actually in bloom.  Maybe next year.

Garden Grandeur and More

March 20-21, 2013
We are having so much fun with friends there is scarcely enough time to blog it.  Here are the highlights of our past two days in Pine Mountain and Warm Springs.  

Franklin Roosevelt’s Little White House in Warm Springs, Georgia is only about 20 miles from Callaway Gardens.  The road snakes through the woods and along the mountain ridges of Franklin D. Roosevelt State Park, named for the man who once owned all 9,049 acres of Georgia’s largest state park.  

 

Roosevelt first started visiting Warm Springs in 1924 to swim in the waters of the thermal spring fed pool there as therapy for his polio.  He enjoyed playing water games with the local kids and getting to know the friendly rural folk, and returned multiple times before deciding to build a modest cottage in the woods there in 1932, the year he first ran for President.   His interactions with his hard scrabble common working class neighbors in Warm Springs helped shape his New Deal policy ideas and priorities.

 We toured the Little White House and the museum next to it which covered the high points of his presidency, with special emphasis on his leg braces, custom designed wheel chairs and a crutch style he invented that is still used today.  There was very little attention paid to Eleanor--apparently she did not visit here often.    

Just down the hill from the Little White House is the pool where Roosevelt swam for therapy.  It is no longer used, but visitors can walk down a ramp to the pool bottom and dip their hands in a fountain of the 88 degree mineral water to get an idea of what it was like.  An iron lung and numerous other polio artifacts on exhibit at the pool house reminded us of the dramatic impact of Jonas Salk’s vaccine in our lifetimes. 

 

On the way back to Pine Mountain, we stopped at Dowdell’s Knob, an overlook in FDR State Park where Roosevelt liked to picnic on a table covered with fine table linens, using silver serving pieces and utensils.  This story from the historical marker there is at odds with the tale told by the docent back at the Little White House, who claims that Roosevelt’s Warm Springs silverware was all mismatched, and he liked it that way, because he wanted to be casual here.  Of great men are great myths made. . .

There is a fireplace on the overlook which has been cemented over “to preserve it” according to a sign there.  So it was destroyed to preserve it--go figure.

Great Horned Owl

Back at Callaway Gardens we caught the afternoon Raptor Show on Wednesday, and enjoyed it so much that we went to two more Raptor shows on Thursday.   At two of the three shows, a Great Horned Owl, a Barred Owl, a White-Headed Vulture and a Harris Hawk flew over and around us many times while the educator shared amazing facts about these birds.  Example:  A Great Horned Owl’s talons are four times as strong as the jaws of a German Shepherd, and it can fly off carrying prey that is twice his weight.

Harris Hawk

White-headed Vulture

 Dick got lots of practice doing flight shots, and I felt the air beneath the silent wing of the owl, and the feather tickle of the hawk’s wing edge touching my ear.  

At the one indoor raptor show we attended because it was too cold to sit outside there was less flying around, but more close-up views of the birds, we got to feel the wings and heads of taxidermed birds of prey. (Owl feathers are soft for silent night flight when they count on their ears to hear their prey, while hawk feathers are firmer with crisp edges--no need for silence when you can see what you are after.)

Thursday morning the temperatures were in the 40s, so a walk around the garden had little appeal, but the expansive indoor displays of the horticulture center were beautiful--an amazing variety of colorful orchids (is there ever an ugly orchid?), a long stone wall covered in a variety of colorful succulents, lots of whimsical topiary rabbits and chicks cavorting in the gardens, and many more lovely scenes presented in 72 degree comfort.  There was even a geocache hidden inside (one of at least 20 hidden all around the park).

 

 We came for the azaleas, and found them aplenty along the garden’s Azalea Trail which winds for 1.6 miles through over 100 varieties of native and introduced azaleas in every shade imaginable, from white to endless shades of pink, salmons and peaches, warm reds to deep shades of wine.   There were many different petal and bloom shapes and sizes, as well.  Studying the variations was fascinating, just wandering the paths and getting lost in the beauty was time sublime.

 

We have found yet another wonderful little piece of Georgia, full of opportunities for adventures, discoveries and quiet contemplation--and it is a really great place to hang out and have fun with friends.

On Safari? No Way!

Pine Mountain, Georgia
March 19, 2013

Today’s highlight is a visit to Wild Animal Safari right here in Pine Mountain.

Anticipated experience:  perhaps a warm-up for our Africa trip. 
 

Actual experience:  we struggle to protect our camera lenses from the slimy saliva of more species, domestic and domesticated, than we can count.

Here is how the Wild(?) Animal Safari works.  The very cheerful and helpful person at the ticket counter convinces us that we need to rent a safari vehicle from their fleet of beaten up old vans spray painted white with zebra stripes, their windows chopped out and replaced with bars--she explains that the management cannot be responsible for any damage to our vehicle from incidents like a longhorn denting our door panel.  The minute we drive through the gate and  are charged by a herd of animals with big horns sticking their heads into our vehicle in search of food, we are grateful for her wise counsel--even more grateful later  when a bunch of goat-like animals rise up on their hind legs and rest their big front hooves on our window frames, sticking their slender heads deep into the interior of the vehicle.

    

By now, you have guessed the other critical aspect to a quality safari experience--purchasing plenty of food for the wild(?) animals that we will encounter again and again along the serpentine road through the wildlife park.  We buy the safari package that includes four hefty bags of food pellets, so we can each have our own bag.  We spend $3 extra to rent a big van, so we can each have our own seat, with free access to both sides.  We think we are doing this to optimize photo opportunities, but within a few minutes of entering the gates, we realize the key advantage to each having our own wide seat is so that we can freely move away from the window when an animal with an especially long and slimy tongue is trying to squeeze his head between the bars in search of food.  

The park is an ugly expanse of Georgia red clay covered sparsely by mostly scrubby deciduous trees that haven’t leafed out yet, with a big red mud wallow lake in the middle.  The animals roaming freely around the property include lots of deer-like and goat-like domestic and exotic species, a bunch of deer that look just like the ones in our back yard, some moose and buffalo, burros, horses, and zebras.  The giraffes are in an enclosure close enough to the road to stretch their necks over the fence and stick their heads in the van.  The experience of driving through this menagerie handing out food is so absurd that we cannot stop laughing for more than a few minutes during the hour it takes us to traverse the course.  

But we do learn something from the experience.  Giraffes have the softest lips, and gentle purple tongues.  Zebras are way nore nippy than horses--dangerous to feed from the hand--and their breath is vile. The tongue of a buffalo is very long and exceedingly slimey.  The nose of a moose is smoother than you could imagine.  
 

 

Joyce says, “I’m so glad I brought my gloves.  Do you think I should wash them now or throw them away?”   The rest of us wash our hands very well immediately upon exiting from the van.  



a sad and skinny rhinoceros

Afterward we wander through the walk-through area--in other words, the zoo, where the animals that are too wild to run free are in cages.  It makes us sad to see the lions, tigers and ligers, baboons and hyenas (scary!) and all the other wild things behind bars. So we leave.  

After lunch we visit the butterfly house in Callaway Gardens, where the temperature is 81, the humidity is 85%, and 65 species of butterflies flutter about the flowers.  Some even land on us when we stand still in the sun.  The legs of a butterfly upon your cheek tickle, even if you are not one to be ticklish. 

 

Next we drive to the Callaway Chapel, built in 1961-62 as Cason Callaway’s memorial tribute to his mother.  He wanted the chapel to be non-denominational, so he commissioned the stained glass windows to celebrate nature.  The four side windows are inspired by the four seasons, and the glorious front and rear windows are inspired by deciduous and coniferous trees.  Joyce and I thought they were very much like artful quilts, and could be inspirations for our work some day.  We documented these windows well with cameras and I-Pad.  Joyce sent pictures to her friend who was married here.  (What a wonderful place for a wedding!)

 

 

On the Road Again . . .

March 18, 2013

Savannah to Pine Mountain, Georgia

Hooray!  Two months of daily radiation treatments in the rearview mirror, we are no longer tethered to Savannah.  It’s time to celebrate with a road trip.  

Our destination is Callaway Gardens in Pine Mountain, where we are hoping that spring will have sprung in joyous bloom, and our friends Joyce and Fred will be awaiting us in a cabin in the woods stocked with lots of wine and snacks.

But first, a stop along the way at the Warner Robins Museum of Aviation, where Dick yearns to get up close and personal with some of his most admired aircraft.

He waxes eloquent on the SR-71 Blackbird, a plane that flies at three times the speed of sound 85,000 feet in the air, its “skin” reaching temperatures in the range of 1,200 degrees:  “Form follows function, and something made to fly like that has to be beautiful, like a bird.”  Unfortunately, although it is awesome to look it--up close, from above and below--we are disappointed that there is no way we can figure out to capture the Blackbird’s majesty photographically, given the way it is displayed in the crowded hangar.

I find my muse in the plane nose art (but manage to resist buying the book on nose art in the gift shop, displayed just like a Cosmopolitan magazine in the Publix checkout line--a piece of poster board covering the racy cover shot).

We arrive at our Callaway Gardens cottage in the woods just in time for cocktail hour on the porch, thunder rolling in, then rain plashing with increasing intensity, until we hit the ultimate moment of drama--a power failure plunging us into dusky darkness.  An hour later, now in deep moonless darkness, we give up on waiting for the lights, and find our way to dinner at a place that still has power. All the lights are blazing in our cottage upon our return, allowing us to cap off the evening with a few rounds of Rummikub.