Cross Country Tour -Day 4

1 September 2016

What a day!  We started with Ann’s breakfast of hash browns, bacon, green pepper, and egg pie with biscuits and home made jelly of honey and Chianti.  It was delish.

Reid and I left Tupelo and headed to Fulton for a visit at Itawmaba Community College (formerly IJC) to meet up with a few friends from bygone days when I taught there.  We walked into the administration building and sitting there to greet us was Mike Eaton, President of the college and Billy Todd.  Mike was the football coach while I was there and he and I used to jog together. Billy was a guidance counselor and later board member. Mike gave all three of us ICC baseball caps and we sat their and remenanced over old times.

The college had grown from about 1200 students in my day to 5800 on 3 campuses.  Virtually all of the old buildings I taught in were gone and new buildings and dorms were all over the place.  ICC has the largest online curriculum of any community college in the state and is now one of the fastest growing.  It was great to see the success of the college.

I got to visit with Steve Miller, director of food services for ICC and two other community colleges in north Mississippi.  I knew his dad when he had Steve’s position over 30 years ago with only ICC as his charge. Steve was more my age then and we hit it off immediately and we have been life long friends since. His dad, when in charge, never charged me for a meal in the cafeteria when I taught there because he knew how little I made in salary as a beginning faculty member.

Steve and I used to hike and camp and we hung out together when I managed the men’s dorm.  We also did some decided illegal things during those times which, in retrospect, seem tame but were not at that time.  We had a great visit.  Steve and I even went to Europe later when I first hired in at Broward College.  He’s been a loyal, true friend.

Later, Reid and I dropped in on his daughter Carol who was baby sitting her grandchild and we relived old times.  Carol was closer to me in age of this three daughters and one son.  She now lives south of Fulton in Smithville which was pretty much wiped out by a tornado a few years ago.

From there, we returned to Tupelo and visited the ICC campus which will probably overtake the Fulton campus in years to come.  I didn’t recognize that campus either – it had grown so much.

We returned to Reid and Ann’s place to get ready for the party. Reid’s second daughter Terry came by and we got to relive old times.

We had no idea how many people would show up for the party but Ann had everything planned to a fault. I know you are not interested in the people who came but administrators and faculty from my era showed up.  At the time, we were like family and even though all but one had retired, it was like we were at the old faculty lounge again rehashing the same topics. It was gratifying for them, me, and Reid and Ann. We had all aged a little, gained a little weight, and all of us had our medical issues, but in reality, we had not changed much.  This was one of the greatest group of people I’ve ever worked with.

Mississipi State and Ole Miss sent students who they wanted to succeed but were challenged academically to ICC to be taught by our physics professor and our chemistry professor because they knew if the students could learn under Jim and Herb, they would succeed at their institutions. They were that good.

All total, 11 administrators and faulty showed up along with Reid’s son Mark. It was nostalgic, touching, and very much fun. These were the people that molded me as a community college professor and to whom I will always be indebted. I can’t thank Reid and Ann enough for all their work and effort to make this a success.

Tomorrow I leave for a visit with my brother in Brandon, MS.

Cross Country Tour – Day 3

31 August 2016

It’s amazing how a hot shower revives the soul. I slept very soundly and awoke refreshed and ready to hit the road.  The Fairfield breakfast was pretty standard and lasted me until 9:30 am when the McDonald’s craving kicked in. I wanted a coffee and cinnamon roll.  Alas, the McDonalds in Dothan, AL no longer served cinnamon rolls so I opted for the much healthier egg McMuffin.

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Time to Tupelo was a little over six hours via Montgomery and Birmingham.  My first surprise was there is an entirely new interstate from Birmingham to Memphis through Tupelo – I 22 that was not in existence 31 years ago when I taught at Itawmaba Junior College (now ICC). I missed the old highway 78 with its quirky little towns and scenery, but I have to admit I 22 scenery was pretty spectacular.  This part of Alabama and Mississippi is referred to as the foothills of the Appalachians and the new interstate showed it off to perfection – beautiful rolling hills (or what what we refer to as mountains in South Florida).

I pulled into Ann and Reid’s driveway a little after 3 pm and immediately fell into the catch-up mode of our lives.  I’ve know Reid for over 40 years and he’s been retired for 31 of those years.  He was my best friend when I taught at IJC and has remained steadfast over the years.  I met Ann four years ago when she and Reid came to Fort Lauderdale for a visit and I helped Ann spend Reid’s money on Las Olas.

We headed to The Grille in Tupelo for dinner and drinks.  Tupelo is I unrecognizable to me which is so strange since I spent so much time here when I taught in Fulton at IJC all those years ago.  (You could buy alcohol in Lee county but not Itawamba).  It’s a big city now with new construction everywhere.  The restaurant was at the site of the old fair grounds which was on the outskirts of the town way back when.  It’s now wall-to-wall shops and a new arena for large venues of entertainment.

Some of you may know Tupelo was Elvis’ birthplace.  When I was here from 1979-1984, it was just one little shack with one little sign.  Elvis still had iffy morals back then with all that hip action when he sang.  Today, it’s a massive area where tourists (especially British – don’t ask me, the French fever Jerry Lewis) flock en masse.  Tupelo milks it for all it is worth.

Tomorrow Reid and I will visit Fulton and ICC and some old friends there. Later that afternoon, Reid and Ann are hosting a party of faculty and students during my years at the college at their place. The memories wash over me.  Reid used the old college annuals of my years at IJC (5 years) and invited everyone he thought I would remember.  Sadly, the list of deceased was pretty long but it will be really good to see compatriots and former students during those years.  I suspect a little booze will also be imbibed during the reunion.

Day 2 Follow Up to the Follow Up

No rain, no stormy weather, no nothing. Looks like Dark Skies (and I ) over reacted. I didn’t dream the National Weather Service warning or the effective dates of the notice. Too bad, I would have liked to have spent the night at the site.  Instead, air conditioned room in Mariana.

Day 2 Follow Up

I should have know better.  My brother called wanting to know where I was.  He was worried about the tropical storm.  The park ranger cautioned me about the weather.  Carol texted me about the weather.

Dark Skies and the Apple Weather App both said everything was fine for Bristol, Fl where Torreya is.  Slight chance of rain, low of 72F, clear in the morning.

I was just about to turn in when I checked Dark Skies one more time.  Their forecast was the same but there was a statement in red about a tropical storm for Bristol, Fl!  I read the National Weather Service alert several times.  They were predicting 2-4 inches of rain and up to 57 mile an hour winds.  Possibility of tornados.  All in effect until 8pm tonight until 4 pm tomorrow.



Tonight! I was stunned to say the least.

The rain was no worry but the wind definitely was.  My tent is rated to 50 mph and then it begins to shred.  I agonized over the decision but I decided to hike out. I  broke camp in record time and hiked out in the dark. I made it to the jeep by 8:40 EDT.  even though the park is in CDT, the jeep had not switched over.

I made it to a Fairfield Inn in Mariana, Fl and immediately took a shower.  Let’s just say they will have to throw away the wash cloth tomorrow when I check out.  I was a little grimy.

So far, no rain, no wind, no tornados.

Cross Country Tour – Day 2

30 August 2016

I awoke around 6:30 am and had a quick cold breakfast of granola and blue berries with milk (just add water). I was packed (wet tent and all) and out of the campsite by 7:50 am.  Whoever said this is the toughest hike in Florida was right. Not a dry stitch on me by the end of the hike – and this was all before 9 am.  You climbed the ridge four different times in loose sand.

I did have a start during breakfast. A wild hog appeared behind the campsite and didn’t notice me until I made a noise. Fortunately for me, the hog went the other way. I couldn’t get a picture but it was pure black.

I waited until I got back to the jeep for my morning constitutional since the parking lot has a port-a-potty. Just as an aside, I panicked for a minute when I was in camp. I thought I had left the TP in the jeep but found it in the Bear Barrel. In any case, I shed the wet clothes in the port-a-potty and put on dry for the trip to Torreya State Park

The drive from Broussard to Torreya State Park was was about 6 hours with pit stops and lunch. I checked in with the ranger at the historic Gregory House, paid my fees, and the took at look at the Apalachicola River that the house overlooks.

Gregory House
Gregory House

Apalachicola River from Gregory House
Apalachicola River from Gregory House


Just as you exit the entrance to the grounds of the house, they have 4 or 5 Torreya trees growing, the purpose of my visit. These trees are found nowhere else in the world and are probably the most primitive native living tree in the US. They are gymnosperms and people used to use them as Christmas trees.  There population has dwindled to 200 and the park is instrumental in propagating the species so it won’t die out.

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The hike to the campsite was much nicer than yesterday. The trails are exceptionally well marked and part of the system is roadbed. I’m in campsite 1 of Rock Bluff Overlook and I look out over a length of the Apalachicola River. It was worth the hike over a little over a mile.

Dinner tonight is chicken with noodles. I’ll probably turn in early and set out for Tupelo as soon as I pack out and maybe sneak a shower in the non-primitive campground. I’m a little rank right now – so much so the mosquitoes don’t want anything to do with me.

Campsite 1 on Rock Bluff
Campsite 1 on Rock Bluff

According to the local forecast, there is a slight chance of rain tonight. Conditions deteriorate by tomorrow afternoon but I hope to be in Tupelo, MS by then.

Cross Country Tour – Day 1

29 August 2016

The day started with finishing up little things around the house: take out the garbage, final wash of clothes, put clean sheets on the bed for my return, fasten the hurricane shutters.  It was the last one that nearly got me.  I cleaved my skull with one of the Bahama shutters (just joking) but it hurt anyway.

I pulled out of the driveway at 11:20 am and made it to Haines City then Allen David Broussard Catfish Creek Preserve State Park (it has to be the longest name for a park) and pitched camp after a 2.3 mile hike into the campsite.  It was supposed to only be 1.7 but my Garmin GPS says otherwise.

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The trail is mostly fine sand road bed which makes for difficult walking. Fortunately it had rained earlier in the day and the sand was a little more compact than usual.  Several hikers have written this is the most difficult hike in Florida and I suspect the dry sugar sand would be a challenge. It certainly was a sweaty hike.

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One problem is the trail is marked but poorly and it is one of the more complicated systems I’ve run into.  My map said to begin with the red and white trail through markers 1, 2, 3, and 4. Then to shift to red and white trail markers 12, 11, 10, and 9.  Next follow the white and blue trail to markers 24, 23, and 21 to campsite 1.  Most of the markers were not numbered and you could not tell when the trail forked where the next marker would be. In spite of all odds, I found the campsite.

Just before the campsite I dropped my pack and walked to the ridge line of the Lake Wales Ridge.  It was a nice panoramic view from the top.  This is where you will need to come when the sea rises as it was the only place not under water in previous high water eras.  The Lake Wales Ridge is sometimes referred to as islands, which they were when Florida was under water.

At the top of the ridge is a monument to Allan David Broussard. He was a biologist and avid birder and it is a very nice memorial to him. Truth be told, I had never heard of him before. It is a little strange to see such a nice memorial in the middle of nowhere.

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Dinner tonight is Shepherd’s Potato Stew with Beef.  Just add boiling water and yum.  I suspect I’ll hear thunder all night and frogs croaking their mating calls.

Home sweet home!
Home sweet home!

Day Before D-Day

28 August 2016

The jeep is all packed and I’m ready to go.  I need to add a few things to the backpack before I depart tomorrow.  I hope to leave around 10 am so as to beat the traffic on I-95.  My first night will be at Allen David Broussard Catfish Creek Preserve State Park unless Tropical Low 99 follows me up the state.  I’ve already decided if it is pouring down rain when I get to the state park, I’ll pitch camp in a motel in either Haines City of Lakeland, Florida.  I don’t mind sleeping in the rain, hiking in the rain, but I do draw the line at setting up camp in the rain except on an emergency basis.

Tomorrow has been a long time coming.  I’ve been planning this trip for a year and seriously working on the logistics for 6 months.  I think I’ve covered everything, dotted the “i’s” and crossed the “t’s” so to speak.  The only place I don’t have reservations is Joshua Tree National Park but they don’t take reservations until October.  They assume you have to be an idiot to camp out at Joshua Tree in September where the temperature has been running around 101-106 F during the day.  The only consolation is night time temps are around 69-70F.

I’ll try to post my first trip blog sometime tomorrow after I set up camp and get everything situated.  I’ll also try to include a few photos of the area.  Until then, adieu.

 

San Francisco – Day 7

26 June 2016

I admit I’m a wimp.  Today was the biggest gay pride celebration in the U.S. in San Francisco and I didn’t go to see the parade.  I didn’t want to fight the crowds along the route. Besides, I’ve seen two of these parades before and most people in costumes passed me on the way to the parade.

Instead, I headed first to the Legion of Honor Museum to see “Wild West: Plains to the Pacific”, art about the west, including early portrayal of Indians, cowboys – including Frederick Remington, mining – including a painting inspired by Brette Harts “The Luck of Roaring Camp”, and the national parks of the west.

Legion of Honor Museum at Lincoln Park.
Legion of Honor Museum at Lincoln Park.

Also at the Legion were art books and portfolios printed by the likes of Picasso, Man Ray, Miró and others.

I then hopped a Muni bus and headed to the De Young Museum for “Printed Stories” of prints from the Anderson Collection of Graphic Arts and “Bruce Davidson: Gifts from the Collection”, photos by Davidson of the civil rights movement, a gang of New York, and scenes of Paris.

De Young Museum at Golden Gate Park.
De Young Museum at Golden Gate Park.

It was a busy museum day but fulfilling. I’m heading now to the steam room before our wine social at the guest house, and then an early dinner.

I leave tomorrow morning around 10:50 am and get back to Fort Lauderdale around 11 pm.

San Francisco – Day 6

25 June 2016

I was too tired to make an entry yesterday. Beach Blanket Babylon was its usual hoot with current political topics, popular media and celebrity bashing.  The only surprising thing was the dearth of Trump skits.  He made a brief appearance but not as much as expected.

Almost as much fun is watching the audience.  You can tell some small town Americans show up not knowing what to expect.  They have a shell-shocked look on their face after the first few skits. Eventually they figure it is all in fun and get into it but it’s an education for some of them.

Tom and I headed to the Embarcadero for lunch at La Mar, a Peruvian restaurant he wanted to try.  Their speciality was cerbiche, spelled with a “b”.  I had the halibut and it was very good. I also had one of their signature potato dishes topped with beets and asparagus.  The restaurant is on pier 1 1/2 (who knew) and overlooked the bay.

Lunch at Peruvian resturant called La Mar overlooking the bay.
Lunch at Peruvian resturant called La Mar overlooking the bay.

Before lunch, we cruised through the port building at Embarcadero and Market. It was jammed packed inside and out. All kinds of vendors were here and there was also an extensive open air market on the pier behind the terminal.

Open market at the port building, Embarcadero.
Open market at the port building, Embarcadero.

Tom managed a few purchases and I managed not to, although the temptation was great.

Heirloom tomatoes at port building on Embarcadero.
Heirloom tomatoes at port building on Embarcadero.

Tom headed to the airport around 2 pm for his flight back and I headed to the Castro to eat my traditional hamburger at Sliders.  Just as I returned to the guest house, Dykes on Bikes roared past to Delores Park to start their own separate parade.  They will lead off the main parade tomorrow.

Over one million people are expected for the parade tomorrow and I have never seen such police presence. The Castro was blue with police officers.  The streets are packed and several pre-parades passed by the guest house.

I don’t intend to go to the parade tomorrow simply because I’ve seen two here in San Francisco and I hate crowds.  Instead, I am on my way to the Legion of Honor Museum and the De Young.

At 8 pm, I was comfortably seated in the Marion Davies Concert Hall to see Michael Tilson Thomas conduct Brahm’s Symphony No. 1.  I have now heard the New World Symphony perform this piece, also with MTT conducting and the San Francisco Symphony perform it.  The San Francisco Symphony has a more mature sound, but I like the energy of the New World sound better.

Marion Davies Hall, San Francisco Symphony
Marion Davies Hall, San Francisco Symphony

The first part of the program was C.P.E. Bach’s Symphony in D major followed by Jörg Widmann’s  Trauermarsch for piano and orchestra, written especially for Yefim Bronfman who performed the piece.  It was certainly atonal and it seemed more written for percussion than just the piano, although Bronfman certainly percussed the piano!

I made it back to the guest house by 10:30 pm, had half a sandwich and turned in for the night.

San Francisco – Day 5

24 June 2016

Well, so much for Carmen. This was a modern interpretation and it just didn’t seem to work. It was almost an x rated version.  We left after the first intermission.

We had 10:15 am tickets to San Francisco Museum of Modern Art near the Moscone Center, downtown.  It had been closed for three years and recently reopened with vastly more space.  It is really a beautiful museum.  Almost every floor (7 in all) has a rooftop sculture garden.  It is light and airy and well layed out, but you could visit it every day for a week and probably not see everything.

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Their restaurant opens onto a sculpture garden as well and we had lunch there.

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Tonight is Beach Blanket Babylon if we can stay awake!