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A Compilation of Amazing

My fav bud Matt posted the following video on his Facebook page, and I was so delighted with it as entertainment that of course I decided to steal it. Well, I’m not going to embed anything from Facebook’s “one ring to rule them all” content, so I tracked it down to its YouTube origins. It is named “People are Awesome 2013” and is a compilation of many shorter videos into one cohesive whole. Very nicely done. It not only shows the power of good camera work, music selection and editing, but what it is possible to accomplish physically, if you are determined enough – and have plenty of health insurance. It’s also a reminder to me that it’s easy to forget that there’s a big world outside of our self-obsessed worldview. Run time: 3:43.

Enjoy!

Be Somewhere Else

How's the load rating on your roof, hey?

How’s the load rating on your roof, hey?

The other day, I was thinking how it would be nice to have daily highs in the 70s in Yuma AZ, since they were only in the low 60s. That has since come about. But having to turn on the little heater every morning – what an inconvenience! I actually had to wear my old winter coat when I went outside one morning!

But the November snowstorm photos forwarded to me by my ol’ work bud Dennis S., who is still young, spry and slogging it out at the same chicken outfit, reset my inconvenience scale. These all come from the Buffalo, NY area at that time, in what one wag has dubbed “Snowmageddon”. Talk about heart Read more…

More Opportunities Than Problems

I awoke one morning to find the sunlight in a frying pan to be my bugle to begin the day.

I awoke one morning to find the sunlight in a frying pan to be my bugle to begin the day.

A bright glare wakened me one morning, which was a trick, since the head of my enclosed bunk usually faces east and remains a dark cave as long as the window shade is down. The golden glow was from a stainless steel frying pan reflecting the sun’s light. Naturally, when I decided to take a picture, the result was more mundane. Guess you had to be there.

I’m just waiting for purchased items to arrive via UPS before I head to Yuma, and I’ve found once again this year that anything arriving via Quartzsite’s post office, like UPS Smartpost, FedEx Surepost, or Priority Mail stand a fair chance of being bounced and sent back for no particular reason. So you have to know how items will be shipped out, and “Free Shipping!” is always at risk.

It’s been a bit nippy here lately and promises to remain so for awhile, with daily highs in the low 60s and lows around 40 degrees. I prefer that to baking in heat, but it does delay venturing outside. As I write this paragraph, it’s 8AM and 44 degrees outside, something that many of you would relish, but here, that’s low enough to delay getting outside to accidentally break something while trying to Read more…

Are I Healthy Yet?

Powdered stevia leaves. It has the nasal tinge of bent grass or possibly fine fescue, but it is sweet!

Powdered stevia leaves. It has the nasal tinge of bent grass or possibly fine fescue, but it is sweet!

I’ve been trying to wean myself off sugar for awhile (for health reasons) and that doesn’t mean going to the artificials like Saccharin. When I worked in the local hardware store, they had a $1 section that offered a good amount of it, and I found that it was very handy for wiping out ant mounds. It’s sweet, they love it, they pass it around, and it kills them all in short order. I take that as a message, myself.

So I went to stevia-based products, since real stevia is actually good for you (in small amounts) while sugar is definitely not. (But sugar is still “less bad” for you than the artificials.) Trouble is, all the “Stevia” products in the grocery stores, like Truvia, are doctored-up crap that are high in the “not good” factor. I’m not on a mission to educate here, but just saying what I found as I researched alternatives.

One product that seems the most direct equivalent is

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And Then There’s This…

Been there awhile, too.

Been there awhile, too.

I try to enjoy what’s out here, because a positive outlook is, well, a positive in dealing with the day. Not every moment can be like that. At some dumpsters along the west end of the Tyson Wash LTVA, a fridge/freezer carcass from a motorhome or high-end fifth wheel has been on the ground for weeks. This is the second time I’ve seen discarded fridges in as many years, and it’s always a disappointment, as well as confusing to me. I mean, do these people assume that the BLM’s disposal contractor is under any obligation or is equipped to do anything more than lift bins and empty them? Maybe the driver will get out and heft the fridge inside a bin so that the two mechanized arms will be able to pick it up? Maybe the money-saving handyman who dropped it out of his RV wanted to think he was almost Read more…

Cyclist as Prey

You turn your kids loose, don't you? How about this other family member? Nice doggy!

You turn your kids loose, don’t you? How about this other family member? Nice doggy!

This year is different at the LaPosa West LTVA. This year, the animal hazard I have to be concerned about is unleashed dogs. Motorcycles can pass them by at low speed without a second look, but bicycles seem to kick in their “chase and bring it down” instinct. I’ve had two attempted attacks in as many weeks while biking down this campground’s main trail, and my deference in treating them as someone’s pet instead of what they are – animal attacks – is wearing thin.

The first was a smallish mutt with legs too short to do much more than 15 MPH, which allowed me to throttle up the Aurora e-bike and keep the dog just alongside the Ibex trailer on the dirt and gravel trail. But it did manage to stay there for a good quarter mile, while some lady jumped out of her motorhome and tried in vain to call it back. That camp is a potential problem because there seem to be three other dogs, a pit bull, one that resembles a mastiff, and one that’s just as large but is a mutt or some breed I can’t identify. Oddly, the pit bull is the only one who doesn’t seem to care when I pass by – if he’s the only one staked out. It seems bored. The others charge their leashes, and it will too if the others are outside at the same time. Pack mentality.

The second episode, a mile from the main area, involved the silent type and just appeared, only barking and growling as it pulled alongside a hundred yards or so past where its owner camped. The owner had been outside with it as I rode by and, from what I could tell, did nothing but watch with amusement. This one was an undersize tan and black shepherd mix (a slightly smaller version of what’s in the photo above) and posed a problem as I returned from another campsite just after sunset. It was a two-pronged problem, the first being that it could outrun me as

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The Smith and Wesson 500

A Smith & Wesson 500 with a 6.5" barrel. Weighing in at four and a half pounds unloaded, it's a bruiser in more ways than one.

A Smith & Wesson Model 500 with a 6.5″ barrel. Weighing in at just under five pounds loaded, it’s a bruiser in more ways than one.

Last in this last of my series on pistols, I have tried is the Smith & Wesson 500, a large-frame revolver that is notable for its strong swing away from general purpose and toward wretched excess. This is because it is designed to do one thing only, and that in order to accomplish this one thing, many other desirable characteristics must be sacrificed. The S&W Model 500 is a .50 caliber Magnum revolver designed for use as a big-game hunting handgun, and by big game, I mean anything that walks or crawls on the planet. Its success in this venue, combined with its high reliability, has also led to its popular use as a defensive sidearm in areas where large, aggressive predators roam free. Fur-bearing four-legged ones, I mean.

On the hunting end of things, I don’t hunt, because I don’t need to. I apparently lack the “sport hunting” gene, so I must admit that I’m not real clear on the appeal of hunting with a pistol instead of a rifle. In relatively open areas, a rifle is inherently a more effective hunting tool, if your purpose is to put meat on the table the old-fashioned way. With more power for any given caliber and much more accurate aiming, a rifle’s effectiveness at long distances greatly decreases the need to closely approach game animals. Perhaps, like bowhunters, pistol hunters consider that rifles have made hunting too easy and effective. I assume that they like the challenge of having to successfully get close without spooking the animal, since the inherently sloppy aiming of a pistol at distance means that you must get close to bring the animal down. Otherwise, you’ll have a long walk ahead of you, tracking it. The so-called “kill shot” becomes more difficult with a pistol, and in the case of a truly large wounded Read more…

The Ruger Mark II 22/45

A Ruger Mark II 22/45.

A Ruger Mark II 22/45.

An area at the Silver Island Mountains near Wendover, Utah is a place where local hunters occasionally do their thing. They are mainly after pronghorn antelope, and I’m told the odd mountain lion can be found on Pilot Peak. Naturally, fees must be paid and hunting tags have limited availability. Personally, I’ve never really related to hunting as a sport, but have admired the hardware since it’s precision-made, makes a loud bang, and launches a small pellet out its barrel at high speeds. (I’m currently near Columbus, Ohio but I’m writing about this spot about Utah. And lest you assume that this post is entirely for guys only, I suggest you go past the second photo.)

This desolate area also makes a safe spot for target practice, and I’ve had the opportunity to fire three different pistols, the first of which was a Ruger Mark II 22/45 semi-automatic from about 1992. There were several Mark II variants back then, most of which looked vaguely like a WWII Luger. The 22/45 more resembles their current Target model, with a thick and heavy barrel to limit recoil. For the uninitiated, recoil is Read more…

Reviews As Viewpoints of Life

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In my quest to preplan a stay in Parker, AZ to get the Mighty Furd worked on, I was researching both free boondocking possibilities and commercial campsites in the area that were within striking distance of the Ford dealership in town. That’s just in case I had to leave the Ford there, waiting for parts, or whatever. You know how that goes. The Defiant would be stranded for several days in such a case, maybe without being able to deploy its solar panels.

One option is the Blue Water RV Park, located as part of a casino just outside of town. What struck me was reading three contrasting reviews, and I find such contrasts often. Sometimes gripes are legitimate, and sometimes, it’s the pot calling the kettle black. But the three reviews that I found notable seemed to reflect Read more…

A Change in Operating Philosophies

Children tend to see more solutions than problems.

Children tend to see more solutions than problems.

Changing how you approach different events or circumstances in life is never easy. When your livelihood is based on the Marine-style necessity of “improvise, adapt, overcome”, it’s pretty difficult to change mindsets later, in the Autumn of one’s years, so to speak. The saying that “when all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail” applies to the perception of obstacles or problems. But there are times to kick the walls down, and times to go with the flow, and learning to sense which is which can be a vague, touchy-feely puzzle for those unfamiliar with any alternate approach. There’s no imperative to change mindsets of course, but as the physical and emotional energy resources to back up a “kick-the-walls-down” approach begin to gradually drain away, it can become a good idea to learn to discern and prioritize. Persist And Pursue on some things, and let some things percolate out – or not – on their own. As the old country song goes, “know when to hold ’em, and when to fold ’em”.

Many – probably most – people already know these things by rote, and learned early. I never caught on, myself. Child or adult, the only way anything ever seemed to work for me was to take a brute force approach. Brick wall? Push through, find a way over, under, or find a way around and go on to the next. Nothing ever seemed to come easily. Paths choked with difficult obstacles. Persist. Find a way. The needs of food, housing and family merely motivate one to shove harder or pursue more doggedly. As a technique, it can work. At a price.

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