My Life as a (lousy) Motorhome Mechanic

 

Well, we’ve been here a week and most of my motorhome problems still exist. The slide hydraulic line still leaks, but I know not where. The air line to the engine exhaust brake has been removed, but I don’t have a replacement….yet. And, the exhaust from the turbo charger to the muffler is disconnected. Tomorrow I will make the 54 mile trip to Freightliner and Caterpillar in Cancun and attempt to get a new air line and new exhaust pipe couplings. Whew!

My days have not been a total loss. When it was determined that there was no progress to be made yesterday, it gave me a chance to take out my kayak for the first time. There was a storm offshore and the waves were rough. I surprised myself by walking past the first few waves in shallow water and getting on the kayak without taking a spill. Then it was off into the breakers and the surf. I HAD A BALL!!! It was way too rough to consider fishing so I had no tackle with me. Besides, I had to concentrate on keeping the kayak heading straight into the waves. It was amazing to see the bow dive under a breaking wave and have the warm water wash over me. The kayak is a sit-on-top, yet my legs were under water. The front and rear areas were awash and I had taken some water inside through the rod holders. There is some tuning to do before I do high surf again. Still, I came home cool and exhilarated

Today is another free day. So I got out my new 8 weight fly rod, tied on a bonefish fly and walked down the beach. Although it was not nearly as rough as yesterday, I was getting beat up by the waves breaking where I wanted to fish. Tired of fighting the waves, a moved toward shore and cast my shrimp imitation parallel to the shore. Two strips and I had one heck of a bite. The rod bent and something took off like a freight train. The bonefish are plentiful here and that’s what I think it was. At any rate, it zoomed out past the inner reef and cut to my left. The line stopped and I reeled in the broken line. It was nicked in several places on the last five inches of leader, so I know what happened.

 

Bonefish [1]……Paul [0]

I also hooked and lost two large needlefish, but losing them is a blessing.

I hope to include some pictures, but I have a state of the art camera and an old f**t photographer. All the pictures of the beach come out completely washed out. A little research on line (cannot find my camera manual) has given me a few things to try.

 

Later.

Xpu-HA at last!!!!

 

Yesterday afternoon we finally arrived at Xpu-Ha and I was most gratified to find that Dierck was able to save “our” spot. At nearly 37 feet (12 meters), we require a lot of room.

Before we could even greet our friends, all hell broke loose. As I cracked open the door, Coco LUNGED out the door with Sandy trailing behind. She remembered the layout here and zigged and zagged around campers and cars on her way to the beach. I grabbed the leashes and chased after, but found them gloriously enjoying the surf. Ann was down there entertaining them with a stick and in just a few moments had attracted a small crowd.

Then we got warm greetings from all our friends at Xpu-Ha campground. It was really good to see them all doing so well. I saw one fellow who looked familiar and he seemed to recognize me. “Dennis ? “ I asked and he replied “Paul”. We met two years ago in Punta Perula. He and his wife, Rosemary, were very easy to get to know and Rosemary joined me and Helen for a snorkel trip one day.

Shortly thereafter, Helen took the three dogs back to the beach with the intent to thoroughly tire them out while I set about getting the camper set up. When Helen came back I connected a water hose so she could wash the three canines.

Setting up camp rarely goes completely smoothly and this time was no different, but everything worked out. There is much more to do today…….or mañana…..No! I WILL get to it today.

This is just to let you know that we are here and we are safe. More blogs will come and I WILL include pictures.

Later.

The Lazy Blogger Stirs

 

Yup, I’ve been lazy and I have put this off for much too long and I have no real excuse, but I’ll try to think of something. Those who know me would expect that I’m already in Mexico for the winter……..I wish!!! My last blog, I’m ashamed to say, was more than two months ago, but I have been very busy…….some of the time.

Since the last blog, I have made several repairs and modifications to the motorhome. Although I was making headway in getting prepared for the trip back to Xpu-Ha, other problems kept cropping up and demanded instant attention.

There was the day I went out in the garage and found water flowing from the laundry room. That sure woke me up in a hurry!  The water heater sprung a leak after only 31 years of service. Of course I quickly shut off the water to the tank. A quick trip to Lowe’s was necessary and I had a brand new unit. There was no moving of the tank full of water, so I bled off any pressure and cut the pipes. Then I used the blower end of my shop vac to blow the water out of the tank and it came out pretty easily. Getting the replacement installed was almost problem free except for one copper fitting that I had to solder four times before it held. I will be isolating the water to the tank when we leave.

Next was the day I went out and found the  area around the pool pump puddled and pouring out from the pump seal. The pump was removed and brought to a pump repair shop in Crystal River. A couple of days and $130.00 or so and we were back in business. I also had to do some modifications to the plumbing, installing check valves downstream of the pump. It worked well for awhile and then gave me more trouble. In the end, I had to prime the pump every time I turned it on, so I had to disconnect the automatic timer. There is more to be done before I open the pool again.

On October 19th, my older son, Paul, married Sara Anne Smith. They were married on a sunset cruise ship out of the St. Petersburg area. It was, perhaps, the nicest and most fun wedding that I’ve been to. This was an excellent event to blog, and I started to, but when I had Helen check the picture for the blog she balked at the picture of her I had chosen. That was reason enough to not blog.

Originally, we planned to leave for Mexico a day or three after the wedding, but my son wanted us to dog sit Patches, the Tempesta wonder dog. Though Patch hasn’t spent a lot of time our house he blended right in with the pack. He was such a good dog, gave us no trouble, ate well, and behaved himself. I’m a dog person and I like good dogs, which really means all of them.

It’s important to note that if we hadn’t had to dog sit, we would have been in Mexico by the 23 of October, but that’s the day I detected that I was losing blood. On October 28, my suspicions were validated by my gastroenterologist and he scheduled me for an endoscopy and more for Wednesday, November 6th. Unfortunately, I didn’t make to that date, but Had Helen drive me to the ER Sunday afternoon due to very low blood pressure and feeling faint. This is another time when I went directly from the front desk to a bed, bypassing all the other people in the ER waiting room. In just a few minutes they took my blood pressure and started my saline solution IV.

Monday my GE doctor came in and arranged for an endoscopy in the afternoon. He saw nothing. In the meantime, I was getting saline solution around the clock. With my hemoglobin level plummeting, I was given a blood transfusion on Wednesday. They did some kind of red blood scan using radioactive blood to see where the leak was, but without a positive finding. On Thursday I was transferred to Shands Hospital in Gainesville for as different kind of high tech endoscopy Friday afternoon and the results there were the same, they found nothing. On Saturday morning the team of doctors and students came to tell me that they found nothing and my hemoglobin was steady and they wanted to send me home. I really wanted to go home, too!

On Wednesday the 13th, I was back in the hospital for same-day surgery where they checked out the rest of my digestive system, culminating with the capsule camera that I swallowed, but by now the symptoms of blood loss had stopped. The camera takes two pictures a second as it passes through and sends a signal to a receiver worn around my waist. Thursday morning I brought the receiver back to the office and a women there wanted to turn me loose with a follow-up appointment in three weeks. I was flabbergasted!! I told here that I would be back in the hospital or dead before the appointment, so no appointment was made. Thursday afternoon I saw my oncologist/hematologist and he was startled to see my blood work up. He had to check with the lab to make sure it was correct. It was, my hemoglobin was down to the “needs a transfusion” level. He sent me directly to the hospital lab to have my blood crosschecked and Friday I got another two pints of blood. With a full tank I felt great.

Earlier this week I had another blood test and the levels were up dramatically. I asked Dr. Acevedo when I could leave for Mexico, since the blood loss was over and my levels were rising. He told me that I could leave as soon as I wanted, but he would rather that I come back in another week just for the blood test. If everything is still trending up, we’re good to go.

This is my chart and you can see the sudden drop. You can also see the rebound that is my ticket to going to Mexico.

 

That would bring us up to the Tuesday before Thanksgiving. It would be a shame to pass up the holiday with the family for only a couple of days, so we’re having some family and friends over for dinner. Our journey south of the border will start Sunday.

 

Later.

Citrus County Wildlife

 

Helen has been walking around the block with a neighbor up the street. It’s not everyday, but several times a week. Helen has seen a few animals and has been taking a camera along to get a picture or two.

Here’s Helen, all ready to get going before it gets too hot.

And here is Darlene ready to set off into the wilds of our neighborhood.

We’ll start with a picture taken right here in our yard.

This spider is one of many that live on our property. I suppose that they do a good job of catching bugs with their massive webs. I have seen lizards caught in the web because the webs are so strong. The spiders a a bit smaller than a woman’s hand, so we’re not talking about a little spider. They are all over our yard and are a real pain in the neck when you encounter the web as you pass through the woods. I have seen one web that extends to the power lines running above the street. If a web gets destroyed, you will find it rebuilt the next day. It is awesome how they can string a web across large areas of the yard.

 

Heading down the street and taking a right turn on Avon, there is a Gopher Tortoise residing off the north side of the road. They are BIG animals and their dens provide havens for all kinds of animals. In the winter, snakes will bunk with the tortoise to keep warm. This guy has been living here for quite a number of years.

 

This tortoise is a drab plain looking animal, but fascinating none the less. They can reach a length of 16 inches, weigh 30 pounds, and live 75 to 78 years. Their “den” can extend 3 feet down and go horizontal for almost 50 feet. The can often be seen crossing the street and someone will frequently stop and help them across. This is a good thing because they are an endangered species and many do not make it across the street.

 

Next, Helen and Darlene found a dog and his friend.

As you can see, the dog seems to be doing OK. His friend, not so much.

This is a dead armadillo, a very common sight along the roads of Florida and a main food source for buzzards and vultures. When you see a big party of vultures at the side of the road, you can assume that an armadillo is the entrée. When I first started at Florida Power in 1985, two of my co-workers argued over who was going to take the road kill armadillo home for supper. Of course they claimed it tasted just like chicken, but it had been killed sometime in the night and they wouldn’t actually get it until after 4:00 in the afternoon. UGH!!

 

Next are some animals that I am not aware of and I don’t know where they live in our area.

I know that the girls don’t walk very far, so they have to be close. It pleases me greatly to see that they all appear to be well cared for and well fed. That’s often a problem in these parts where the old timers in the area feel that animals are completely capable of caring for themselves.

 

Now, this morning I went to my physical therapy session to work on a problem with my hip. When I got home, Helen had the pictures of our most recent visitor.

We remember the saying “red and yellow-kill a fellow…red and black is good for Jack”. Therefore this intruder on our patio was, indeed, an Eastern Coral Snake, related to the Cobra and the Mamba. Their venom is among the most toxic in the world, but the Coral Snake is actually very docile.

When Donna and Sam were here in May, we found the first Coral Snake we had seen in 32 years here. It was flatter than a pancake lying out on the street.

This was a full grown Coral Snake and was on the large side at that. Helen went out with a broom to shoo him (or her) out  of our screened enclosure. It found another, faster route out and Helen could see where it had made it’s entrance. Has Helen gotten brave, or what? Again, I missed all the fun! Years ago I was working the night shift when Helen had to deal with a large Opossum in the pool. I’m just lucky I guess.

 

Later.

The End is in Sight

 

Many of you know that I’ve been working on re-tiling a portion of our home. I started about July 26th and I’m almost done. Actually, I have finished all the rooms and halls and only have to finish three closets. To say it has been a grueling experience is putting it mildly. Fingernails are all gone and finger tips are sore. Darn tiles have very sharp edges.

At one point I became so disgusted with  the work that I called a professional to get an estimate on finishing the job. After the call, the job started to go more smoothly and I called him back to cancel. I would put down a batch of tiles one day, and then after looking at them the next morning I would end up taking a few back up to reposition them. I feel regal because it was a royal pain! 

Anyway, with only the closets left (after I get two more boxes of tile) here are the pictures.

 

BEFORE

Kitchen, looking from the front hall toward the dining room.

Family room, looking from the front hall to the back hall.

 

AFTER

Kitchen

Family room.

As I finish some stages of the project, I am throwing the old trowels and such in the trash. I will think LONG and HARD before I will take on another tile job.

Now, it’s time to get the motorhome, Jeep, and all other equipment set up for the trip to Mexico. Yea!!!

Later

Another Mission for LRROF

 

I got a call last night about helping to move five Lab puppies from Georgia to New Port Richey, Florida. I met our Georgia contact, Cindy, at the usual spot near Alachua, close to Gainesville and we transferred the little rascals from the crate in her car to the crate in mine. I tried to get some pictures, but they were so active it was almost impossible.

This guy was the only yellow one in the litter. All his brothers are black. Although they have been through a lot, they were all very active and appreciated any attention. Little tails were wagging wildly from the time I picked them up.

This, of course is one of the blacks. They were all males because the breeder in Georgia only keeps the females from a litter. The males are sent to a shelter or worse.

I had little trouble with them on the trip south except for one who became a yelper from time to time. Also, about half way during the two hour trip someone did a mess in the corner of the cage and it became quite smelly in the car. There was no getting away from it so I breathed through my mouth the rest of the way.

 

When the dogs were picked up from some shelter a few days ago they were literally covered with fleas. You can see the white spots in the coat on this pup, but all the pups were full of scabby patches caused by all the fleas. The vet they were taken to had to give them each two flea treatments to stop the problem. I understand that the problem was so bad that the skin around their eyes was all swollen. I would hope that there is a place in Hell for someone who would allow this to happen.

When I got to New Port Richey, Lewis had our hands full giving all five pups a bath and placing them in a clean cage. Then we washed down my crate. The towels I had inside the crate ended up in Lewis’s trash. This guy seemed to have the most personality and he was the first chosen by foster parents. His life is about to improve immensely.

That’s Lewis on the right. The other couple are fostering two of the pups. They already have three Labs of their own, but still step in to help with the influx of more dogs. I meet some of the greatest people working with LRROF, Labrador Retriever Rescue Of Florida

With my crate all clean and placed in my Jeep, I headed home before the other people came to pick up the other three pups. It was 95 degrees out, but I drove with the windows open for about an hour. All in all, from my house in the morning to my return in the afternoon, I drove 250 miles. This has been a very busy season for Lab rescue. Most of the time there are happy endings. I brought in two dogs last week and one was adopted within two days and someone was there to look at the other one today. This is volunteering that really makes me feel good. Gotta give my three and extra cookie and an extra hug tonight.

 

Later.

SISYPHUS

 

According to Greek legend, Sisyphus was a man on the bad side of the Gods. His punishment was to roll a large boulder up a hill, but it would always roll back down so he had to do it over and over and………..

I’m not quite like Sisyphus, but some days there are similarities. A few days ago I finally reached the stage of my re-tile job where I actually started to lay tile. In preparation, I laid down a line that would keep the tiles straight as I went along. At least it was supposed to.

This is how far I got on the first day. Well, that’s not completely true. This is how far I got before I realized that my alignment on the last section, (the one in the lower left of the picture), was 1/2 inch off the line with no easy way to keep going and make it all come out right in the end. Hence, I removed the tiles and took them outside to wash off the thinset (cement). Then I scraped up as much from the floor as I could and washed it clean.

 

Starting on my second day, I was very careful about following the line and once I got going it was going well.  I was working in the hall and there was no room to deviate. I continued up the hall and into the family room, being certain to keep the first tile aligned properly. As I entered the family room I started laying tile along the wall away from the hall. I thought I was  doing well. It looked OK to me at the time.

 

It didn’t look right this morning and I was dismayed to find that the further I got from the main line, the further I deviated from the proper direction and in the morning light it looked terrible. I couldn’t believe that I thought it looked so good the night before. So, like Sisyphus, I had  to attack the boulder again. The tile had not completely set, so I was able to get them up with out breaking any and they were all reusable. I got out my Bosch concrete grinder and removed the adhesive.

 

Next, before any foolishness, I struck four more chalk lines, parallel to the first and at the proper distance to lay more tile exactly. After that, it went well and I THINK that I have the situation under control.

I don’t recall ever having a job this demanding.

I had an audience, but they were not a lot of help. Just a trio of construction site gawkers.

Later.

More Than I Can Chew???

 

I don’t think so……….not yet at least. This all started when Helen decided that she wanted to “Do Over” the family room. We have been here 31 years and it is now in its third make-over, and I really like it just the way it is. In fact, I really liked it as it was in the second generation, too. Then I agreed to new furniture, off white leather and the old wallpaper was not right with the new furniture. Thus we had the room re-papered. It’s much lighter and I really do like it.

We still had the original floor.

Three colors of earth tones put in a random pattern. I still remember Mr. Ritter, the tile man, questioning our pattern or lack of pattern. It was a foreign concept to him and he was uncomfortable taking the tiles at random and putting them in place. It wasn’t perfect, but we were well satisfied with the result.

Over the years there has been a lot of wear in some places and I admit that it was time to make a change. Now, this is not a change that Helen would undertake. She was committed to removing the vinyl wall covering and painting the walls. UGH! So, in a moment of enlightenment, I tossed out the idea of changing the tile. Helen bit almost before the words were out of my mouth. In the next few weeks we visited a number of tile suppliers and took home samples to see in our home. Finally, we found one at Home depot that seemed to be the right shade and fit in with our décor and cabinetry. I returned and bought a whole box so we could lay it out and be really sure that it would have the look we wanted.

I don’t drink, so I’m not sure what possessed me to start ripping up tiles one Friday night a couple of weeks ago. This is what it looked like by Saturday afternoon. Removing ceramic tile by hand with a hammer and chisel is no easy task, but I finally got it done.

Most of the tiles came up, leaving the mortar behind. Unfortunately, some came up pulling the mortar and some concrete with it. You can see the white patches in the picture above where the concrete pulled away. I called my tiling advisor at Home Depot and was told that all those holes had to be leveled with concrete before laying the tiles. Moreover, we had to identify ALL HOLLOW SOUNDING areas and remove the loose concrete from those areas as well. I went over much of the floor and found several places that required work. Meanwhile, Helen became the tapping guru and tapped her way all around the floor identifying hollow spots with an “X”. I dug up all those areas and today I started applying concrete to the low areas.

Oh, beside that, I’ve been working on the windshield washer on the Lincoln. Success! repairing a leak in the pool plumbing. Success, but found two more leaks. And replaced the seal in the pool pump. Not successful.   Helen took the pump to a local repair shop and we’ll have it back tomorrow.

It would be an understatement to say the I’m surprised at the amount of work this is taking. If I had known that it would be this involved, I may have settled for a redo of the walls. However, I AM making progress and should start actually laying tile by the weekend. I WILL complete this job on time and under budget, but that’s because I have no time limit and we never set a limit to the cost. In fact, when I scoped out the job, the kind of tile Helen wanted ran between $3.00 and $7.00 a square foot. When Helen and I finally found the right color, it was $2.79 a square foot. That’s how I found the money for my new Kayak.

I’ll be chewing for awhile, and I’ll certainly do another blog with the after pictures.

Later.

Back on the River

 

Today I was finally able to take my new kayak up the Withlacoochee River, putting in at the boat ramp at the end of Turner’s Camp Road. Other than one man in a small Jon boat, I had the river to myself.

This is the new craft, a 12 ft fishing kayak. Four feet longer and worlds apart from my old one.

Three rod holders and plenty of room for tackle. However, the greatest difference between this and my small kayak is the way it handles. In the small kayak it was a lot like paddling an inner tube. A strong stroke would cause the kayak to veer greatly, so the only way to keep the craft going fairly straight was to paddle with short, choppy strokes. It was slow going. This one allows full strokes using the arms and torso, allowing a much faster speed.

I was able to photograph some of the flora and fauna. In the kayak I can get pretty close to a lot of animals and as long as I keep moving they don’t move. If I pause and grab the camera, they’re gone. I was surprised that the bird stayed as long as it did.

A view of the Withlacoochee River. Sometimes one can see wild hogs, deer, alligators, and more. I couldn’t see many birds, but they were just out of sight in the trees. The bird calls were numerous and very loud. I swear that one sounded like a monkey being strangled.

On the way back, I saw a young eagle soaring above the river.

Here you’ll notice that my life jacket. Coast Guard regs require a life jacket (PFD) has to be aboard and readily available. With the sun to my back, I just couldn’t keep the PFD and Tee shirt on. It was just too hot.

This is the approach to the boat ramp. A welcome sight at the end of the trip. It’s like coming home from a vacation. It’s nice to go away, but it’s always nice to be back home. In a few minutes, the kayak was on the roof and I was enjoying the A/C in the Jeep.  All in all it was a great day.

Later.

Keeping Busy

 

Personally, I feel very fortunate to be spending this part of the summer in Florida. This is the same area of Florida that we escape in the winter because it is too cold, and usually escape in the summer because it is much too hot. So far, the summer has been pleasant dur to the odd weather patterns in the US. Most days we have seen highs of 82 to 86, while much of the country is seeing three digit temperatures. How luck can we get? Of course, this has been an exceptional summer as far as rain goes at it seems to never end, but that helps keep it cool. Now, the humidity is another thing. Inside the house is very comfortable. Outside is fine if you are not doing anything. I can sit and read, but doing physical work is out of the question.

I have recently made two dog runs for LRROF, Labrador Retriever Rescue of Florida. The first was a few weeks ago.

 

I picked up this guy from Cheryl in Gainesville and drove him to Wildwood where Mike took him on the next leg of his trip. He was a perfect pooch, giving me no trouble at all and never making so much as a whimper. Somebody is going to end up with a fine Lab specimen.

Yesterday I mad another dog run. This time I met Barb up in Chiefland and drove the three dogs to Wildwood to turn them over to Mike.

The three dogs were all males. A pup named Jake, a young adult named Cole, and a n oldie but goodie called Handsome. This is handsome in the picture above and he is special. He has been abandoned. He is VERY old. He has heartworm, skin problems, has not been neutered, carries fleas and ticks and has essentially been ignored and abused by his previous family. However, he was a very mellow dog, He quickly jumped in the back of the jeep and placed his head on the console between the seats where he stayed for the whole hour that we were together.

I had to stop a couple of times to get the others straightened out. The young adult wanted to ride in my lap, so I had to re-introduce him the back and keep him there. The pup wanted to chew my ear, literally, so I had to restrain him closer to the door. Then he decided to lay down, but the tether was to short and he was unable to breathe properly. I finally got the right length so he could sleep and my ears were safe.  

The dog pipeline has been very busy and I hope that they all find good homes. I’m pretty sure that Handsome might be a ward of LRROF permanently. He has a long way to go with treatment for heartworm, large patches of skin problems and more. Older dogs are not often adopted and LRROF already fosters more that a dozen dogs that are not adoptable for some reason. No dog, that I know of, is too old, too sick, or too nasty for LRROF to foster.

Next topic! While working on the motorhome a few days ago I was crossing across the yard and notice very fresh deer tracks between the house and RV. I know that were very fresh because with all the rain we’ve been having, they would not have been so sharply defined. When I got home from my dog run, Helen told me a bout a deer she saw beside the pool enclosure.

 

The technology of cameras has reached a point where we depend on the anti-shake and auto focus and very often it results in some great pictures. Unfortunately in this case the focus was on the screen enclosure. I suspect, but cannot be sure, that the deer is a male, since it has been seen alone several times now. The females are usually found in small groups. There were no antlers, but I have no idea when the males start to grow their antlers for a new year. This morning, while at my computer I saw him roaming our back yard about 100 feet behind the house. I VERY quietly got my camera and set the focus on manual and infinity, thinking that any shot I’d get would be at a distance and I didn’t want the camera to focus on a branch in the way. Of course he was gone, back over the fence into the land behind me.

Later.

Finally Back to the Blog

 

I’ve actually been trying to blog since last Saturday, but I’ve had one heck of a time with my computers. When I try to blog on my desktop, I cannot get into my accounts, but get put into a spot where I have no blogs at all. So, the only blogable (?) computer is my old HP, and generally it works fine. Generally.

However, it has not been able to connect to my home wifi although it has for a long time. In addition, Helen’s computer, my new HP, and even my old, old Dell would not connect even though they did just a  few days ago. If that’s not strange enough, my iPad connects flawlessly.

I made three calls to my internet provider and got nowhere on the first two calls to India or Pakistan. Today I was connected to an actual USA tech in St. Petersburg, Florida and he had the problem solved in only 5 minutes. What I had to do on all the PC computers was do delete the Brighthouse Network Connection, then reinstall the same connection and use the same password. I have NO idea why it would affect all the wireless devices except the iPad.

Saturday was a great day for Helen and me and the family. It’s the first time we’ve had the whole family here in quite a while. PT (Paul, Jr) came with his sons Keaton and Kyle as well as his bride-to-be Sara Anne. Scott came with his kids Kourtnie and Kolbie and his friend Melissa. Grandson, Branden, had to come by himself so he could put a few miles on his sexy BMW. Barbara, of our Citrus County family attended also.

Here are Scott, Melissa, and Branden, left to right.

Barbara is being smart enough to keep well away from the pool. I doubt that she was able to avoid all the splashes, though.

Sara Anne and PT keeping Scott’s pup Baby company. This was just a few days before PT’s 44th birthday. 44!!! Can you believe that?

Helen was getting the grill ready, but the building clouds and imminent rain forced us to move the grill back inside the screen and under the roof. It did rain quite a bit, but it didn’t dampen the spirit very much.

Coco would NOT be denied the use of the pool. Someone left the bathroom door slightly ajar and she raced through. She is starting to slow down, but she still keeps everyone entertained. Here are Kyle, Branden, Keaton, and Kolbie, left to right.

Cousins Kourtnie and Keaton enjoying a mutual hug. Sara Anne on the couch taking a breather.

Back to the computer. One day when I went to use the older HP laptop, it would not start up, no way, no how. I tried rescue discs, but it just would not respond. I couldn’t do a Malware scan since I couldn’t get the computer to respond. I do have a device for using a laptop hard drive as an external drive. After taking the drive out of this laptop and mounting as an external, I connected it to my desktop computer and was able to run Malware Bytes with the laptop drive as my “O” drive. It did find a lot of garbage and removed the offending programs. As you can see, It’s working OK now.

In addition to the computer work, I’ve also been puttering around the motorhome. Today I finished installing my internally mounted surge guard. When I plugged everything in and it all worked, I was in heaven

That’s all for now.

 

Later.

Up the Creek with a paddle

 

Today I FINALLY got the opportunity to take my kayak out on the local river, the Withlacoochee. It was a fine day and the river was in good shape. This is not a river with rapids and such, but a southern, slow moving river.

As you can see, the water is calm and it was easy to paddle upstream against the mild current. My plan was to paddle upstream until I got tired, then turn around and paddle and drift back down.

This is a view downstream. In this area, the river is the boundary between Citrus and Marion counties. Citrus County has allowed building to the river, which is on the left looking downstream. The Marion county side is really wild and there are all kinds of animals that can sometime be seen there.

Here you can see a few of the thousands of cypress trees. You can also see indication of river levels. There is a level just about two feet above the water which, I think, marks the normal, long term, normal level. Then you can see the white area of the trunk and another high water line about 4 feet higher. In the 31 years we have been in Citrus County, we have seen the river at flood level and in drought.

 

So, I was having a nice time and I noticed that I could get quite close to turtles and birds, but only if I kept moving. Once I stopped and grabbed the camera, they were gone! Off in the distance, upstream, I could hear the roar of an airboat. They use airplane engines or sometime modified auto engines, but run with open exhausts and the noise is awesome.

When this one came around the curve, the decibels went up dramatically. My little kayak was shaking as it passed nearby.

High quality ear muffs are a real necessity for those riding on such a craft. I have been on several and I am amazed at the power, but also amazed at the noise level.

I knew that I would not see much going further upstream as the passing of the airboat would scare anything away.

 

I mentioned earlier, my plan was to paddle upstream until I got tired, assuming that my arms would be the problem. It was not so. In Xpu-Ha, Mexico, I never spent so much time in the kayak. miscalculations in the surf would often dump me out. So on this quiet river, it was my back side that gave out. It was quite a surprise as I am well padded.

This was such a welcome sight, the boat ramp where I put in. Now that I’ve done it once, it will be easier to get out more often, perhaps the Rainbow River the next time.

Later.