I didn't take very many pictures, but the few I did take are posted now on Google Photos. Click on the picture below to see them.
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| Lake Havasu, near Parker Dam |
Saturday, May 27, 2017
Trip to Lake Havasu
We just got back from Lake Havasu, where we held a memorial in remembrance of my father in law, Ben, who died last year.
I didn't take very many pictures, but the few I did take are posted now on Google Photos. Click on the picture below to see them.
I didn't take very many pictures, but the few I did take are posted now on Google Photos. Click on the picture below to see them.
Sunday, April 30, 2017
Pretty. Dull.
My friend Kirby and I did a little wandering around Iowa for a couple of days this past week. There are a couple of dozen counties in the northwestern part of that state that I'd never been to before, and we had just enough free time to drive over there (from Wisconsin), cruise through them all, and head back (to Wisconsin).
Impressions are that (a) the people there are of the friendly sort; (b) the countryside is pretty, even with all the fields lying bare awaiting the planting of crops; and (c) there is no reason on earth, beyond making a living, to be there.
Here are all the things I spotted in 24 counties that were worth stopping to take a picture of:
There seems to be a local tradition of painting big rocks with patriotic themes. These two pictures are of the Lyon County "Freedom Rock."
And these three are of the Clay County "Freedom Rock."
In Britt, Iowa, we stumbled across the National Hobo Museum, located here because it's where the hobos hold their annual convention. I didn't even know there was such a group.
The next few pictures were taken inside.
We drove out to this mound expecting it to be an Indian mound; it's not, as the sign explains. The area is operated as a wildlife refuge by a group called the Osceola County Conservation Board, which is either not really a governmental entity, or else indulges in an un-American mingling of church and state.
Somewhere along the road we came to one of those outdoor Heritage Parks; I forget where. It was closed, so this is the only photo I could get. This bit of folk art appears to be old farm machinery piled up and welded together to form a sculpture.
And then, finally, this bit of folk art: Pocahontas represented as a Plains Indian.
Impressions are that (a) the people there are of the friendly sort; (b) the countryside is pretty, even with all the fields lying bare awaiting the planting of crops; and (c) there is no reason on earth, beyond making a living, to be there.
Here are all the things I spotted in 24 counties that were worth stopping to take a picture of:
And these three are of the Clay County "Freedom Rock."
In Britt, Iowa, we stumbled across the National Hobo Museum, located here because it's where the hobos hold their annual convention. I didn't even know there was such a group.
The next few pictures were taken inside.
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| hobo symbols |
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| racks of exhibits |
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| drink holder |
We drove out to this mound expecting it to be an Indian mound; it's not, as the sign explains. The area is operated as a wildlife refuge by a group called the Osceola County Conservation Board, which is either not really a governmental entity, or else indulges in an un-American mingling of church and state.
Somewhere along the road we came to one of those outdoor Heritage Parks; I forget where. It was closed, so this is the only photo I could get. This bit of folk art appears to be old farm machinery piled up and welded together to form a sculpture.
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