Space Coast

Here's a couple more shots from the St. Augustine area:



This is an Anhinga that liked to hang out at the RV park we were staying in.


And now on to the "Space Coast," the coastal area surrounding Cape Canaveral and the Kennedy Space Center:

So far, the manatees have proved elusive for us (well, as elusive as 2000 lb. "sea cows" can be): they've somehow managed to be where ever we are not.

So that's what those necks are for...

The typical birding view of ducks (Laura tells me there's even a guy who has a book out on duck butt identification)...


Definitely NOT a bird...

...and a different kind of bird...



If you want too see more of the bird pics (and don't we all), they'll be on Laura's blog (the "Birding and Other Chatter" that's linked on the right side of the blog).

Next up, we're on to the Fort Myers area.

St. Augustine

Here are some pictures of downtown St. Augustine, the Matanzas River, and Castillo de San Marcos:












The Castillo is the oldest and best preserved masonry fort of the Spanish Colonial times in the continental United States, and was initially established to protect the Spanish fleet from marauders as the ships were sailing back to Europe with their New World treasures. St. Augustine's claim to fame is that it is America's oldest continually inhabited city, and it was originally established in 1565 as a fort from which the Spanish interests could be defended, particularly as the French had just established Fort Caroline to the north. The French didn't put up much of fight (Matanzas is Spanish for slaughter, if that offers a hint), but the Spanish maintained their defenses to protect against the British, Native Americans and various pirates after they vanquished the French. The Castillo itself is actually the tenth fort built at St. Augustine, and was built over about 23 years approximately 100 years after St. Augustine's founding, replacing previous wooden forts which didn't stand the tests of time for various reasons. The cool thing about the Castillo is that it is built of coquina, which is basically a sedimentary "rock" made of seashells which have cemented together over time and which the Spanish were able to quarry.




Coquina:




As I said in my last blog, I'm going to keep the commentary to a minimum so that I can start to catch back up, so with that, I'll call it a post.

South Carolina

OK, I'm having a hard time sitting down in front of the computer to write out these blogs. After all, it's hard to concentrate after I just got done watching the Rangers-Panthers game on TV tonight after spending the day paddling around the Florida Gulf Coast with bottlenose dolphins and various other Florida water creatures (tough living, huh?). Therefore, I'm going to try simply posting up some of the photos with maybe some brief comments.

Just by way of a quick update, we've been in the Fort Myers area for the last couple weeks, and will be for about another two weeks before drifting towards Texas for a while. We plan to revisit New Mexico a bit before making our way back east to the PA area by the beginning of May.



These photos show our campsite at South Carolina's Hunting Island State Park. At high tide, we were about 100 yards from the water, so this was a really nice spot to spend a couple days.

While we were in the Beaufort, SC area, we were able to visit with my Aunt and Uncle, who really outdid themselves, hosting us for a great low-country boil (Thanks again, Aunt Maureen and Uncle Bob!). Between the time we spent at Hunting Island and the prior few days in Myrtle Beach, SC, South Carolina was a great place to defrost after the holiday season in PA and NJ.




Both Meika and Eugene have been getting a lot of enjoyment from Aunt Cathy's Christmas presents, so I have to say thanks again to her. Laura actually had to sew up Meika's monkey pretty extensively, but to date, one of it's six "squeakers" is still sounding off occasionally. I also have to thank Cathy for all the excellent meals she gave us for Christmas- we've finally finished them. (Because we have limited space in the RV, she wanted to give us something that would fit well with our travel plans. As a result, we left PA with our fridge and freezer full of pre-prepared meals, which made life easier for us!)



I'll leave you with one last view from Hunting Island. The next post will cover the ten days or so we spent in St. Augustine, Florida.

Is This Our "Final Answer?"

**** A quick disclaimer: The date listed for this blog is deceptive. While I started it in late December, it was actually posted in mid-late January. Sorry for any confusion. ****

So as many of you know, one of the purposes of this trip Laura and I have been on for the last half-year or so was to figure out where the next part of our life was going to lead us. It was hard for us to leave our home of seventeen years in Anchorage and there is much that we will miss about Alaska, not the least of which is all of our friends there. However, I think we've figured out that there is just so much that we still want to do and see, and a home base down in the lower-48 will allow us to do some of that. Oh, and the shorter winters surely was not a factor at all in our decision... :)

So the next step was to figure out where we were going to settle next. For most of our trip, Western Montana has been at the top of our list, though we've found that there are many parts of the country where we could be quite happy. We were able to spend the holidays with family in the PA and NJ area (which accounts, in addition to my laziness, for the lack of blog posts here for over a month).

Then after the holidays and a month of worrying about the RV in a winter environment, we headed straight south to warmer climes (more on that phase of our trip in upcoming blogs). While we are going to wait out the rest of winter in sunny Florida and over into Texas, we've finally come to a final decision as to where this adventure is going to end, and the next one will begin. In reality, when all is said and done, it comes down to one simple thing: Family. The holidays helped us realize that, more than anything else, we need to be closer to our respective families, and that means a return to Pennsylvania.

So after all the searching and exploring, we are, once again back to the original plan of settling back on the East Coast. There are still many questions to be answered such as where specifically we'll be, and what career path we'll each be taking now, and I promise that we'll keep you all "in the loop" as these things are figured out.

One thing I do regret is that we will not have the opportunity to continue to reconnect with the West Coast part of the family in a manner that living in Montana would have allowed. The time that we were able to spend with that side of the family will remain one of the most important parts of this journey, and I promise that we are not going to allow that connection to lapse again. And to my long lost twin: I'm sorry that we won't able to serve as that fly-fishing base camp in Montana, but I'll scout the East Coast for you, and you'll have to come out this way some day. Oh, and by the way Patrick, you did win the latest music trivia question with the Winslow, AZ answer, and your prize will heading your way soon. I trust that answer was at least in part based upon personal knowledge, as opposed to a blind googling!? Sorry Karen, couldn't resist the jab.

One last thing before I wrap this one up. As some of you already know, I finally acquiesced and signed up on Facebook, so be patient with me while I figure that one out.

Soon to follow will be posts on the recent South Carolina and Florida parts of our trip, but I realized that during the lapse in posting, I never did get out the last installment of my bird photos from the Festival of the Cranes in New Mexico, so here they are:




I have another photo of this mule deer with it's ears back, but I couldn't figure our how to animate it to flip back and forth on this blog...





Gamble's Quail


Which of these things is not like the other? I call this my "Where's Waldo" bird pic...


and finally, "ghost geese..."

More from the Crane Festival...

Blog 2 of photos from the Festival of the Cranes:














I was sufficiently vague that I have no winners for my recent music trivia question, so here's a clue: the town was in Arizona, and we went to a street corner (that should make it pretty easy).

That's all for this edition, but I'll have one more post of pics from Socorro soon.

Festival of the Cranes

OK, as promised: photos from the 2008 Bosque del Apache NWR Festival of the Cranes, without the inconvenience of having to read my rambling thoughts...

Santa Fe and on to the Crane Festival

After we left the Petrified Forest, we did a drive into the late night hours on into New Mexico and up to Santa Fe. I actually tend to prefer driving the RV at night as it's mostly just us and the truckers, but you do miss out on the scenery (and Laura doesn't like it so much, so she sits there and grumbles and attempts to turn the dogs against me). Funny, but I don't get any complaints when we get up the next morning where we were headed, ahead of schedule.

We decided that Santa Fe was interesting enough in and of itself, so we spent a few days there before heading down the Socorro and the long awaited Festival of the Cranes, saving Albuquerque for the spring leg of our wanderings. We actually didn't even get to see all that we wanted to in Santa Fe, so there may be an encore there as well. While there we did spend a bit of time in the downtown area, which is pretty cool even if it is basically a Southwest shopping extravaganza. The downtown parking situation is one which, in fitting with the casinos scattered around the state on New Mexico (and most of the West and Southwest, for that matter) seems more a game of chance in which the jackpot is you finding a parking space at which you are privileged to have the opportunity to feed exorbitant quantities of change into a "no-armed bandit." If there were any justice, you'd at least have the one-in-a-million chance to hit the jackpot and receive your parking for the day for free...

While in the Santa Fe area, we made it to a couple wineries and a few breweries, so I'll give you the short version of my take on them, but I'll leave the more knowledgeable review of the wineries to Laura. As far as the wineries go, my first impression of New Mexico's offerings was not a good one. We started out at the Santa Fe Winery, where we evidently caused the pourer (the person who provides the wine samples and is supposed to be knowledgeable of them) there great inconvenience by asking to sample some of their wines in the hopes of perhaps buying a bottle or two. He didn't seem interested in sharing any information about the wines, nor was he impressed with my taste in them, which he made all too clear. Interesting sales strategy, and not one which left a positive first impression...

Our next stop was at a winery that didn't appear to actually exist, unless you consider a ramshackle shack on a dusty, chained-off lot which bore a strong resemblance to a salvage yard to be a likely purveyor of fine wine. OK, so not much of a second impression...

I was about to write off New Mexico wines, but fortunately, we next visited the Black Mesa Winery. Aside from the dubious distinction of having a stable of winery cats instead of the far superior winery creatures of the canine variety, this was a much better experience, with respectable wines that both Laura and I found enjoyable. Their claim to fame is a red table wine, Black Beauty, with chocolate flavoring added which even I found ridiculously sweet, though we still bought a bottle for family members whom I know will enjoy it.

OK, on to the microbreweries...

We found the Second Street Brewery in what appeared to be one of Santa Fe's more colorful neighborhoods. The atmosphere, the food, and the beer were all adequate, but not spectacular. Not a place that I'd go far out of my way for, but if I lived close by, I'd probably find my way to it often enough to fill the occasional growler.

We didn't eat at the Santa Fe Brewing Company's modest cafeteria style eatery, but we definitely sampled some good beer there. We left with a growler of the Oktoberfest (it was Laura's turn to choose, although I couldn't complain about her choice- it was a very easy drinking ale), but I had to also pick up a bomber (22 oz. bottle) of their Chickenkiller Barley Wine: definitely one of the smoothest barley wines I've had. I'd have to say that given their selections, I'd definitely be keeping a growler of their beer in the fridge on a regular basis were I a local.

Last, but definitely not least was the Blue Corn Cafe and Brewery. While I can't vouch for their downtown location, if it's anything like their south side location, I'm sure that the food and brew is excellent. On the food front, Laura had their recommended carne adovada, while I had one of the specials, spicy shrimp tacos. I can offer thumbs up to both, because I used the leftovers from Laura's substantial meal in a quesadilla the next day (did I mention that we finally broke down and picked up a quesadilla maker? More on that later). As far as the brew side of things, I particularly enjoyed their Road Runner Pale Ale and their Sleeping Dog Stout, but I think most will find a beer to their taste there. I guess if I lived in Santa Fe, I'd be alternating growlers of Blue Corn and Santa Fe Brewing.

Back to the quesadilla maker. Since we got it, I've been driving Laura nuts with my willingness to put just about anything between two tortillas, so I'd love to hear some creative suggestions that would really send her over the edge.

From Santa Fe we headed a couple hours south to Socorro and the Bosque del Apache NWR's Festival of the Cranes. In the next couple blogs, I'll keep the commentary to a minimum and focus instead on some bird pictures, so if you're into that, check back in the next couple days.