by rakeeter 
Occasionally while tramping through some wooded area I’ve noticed trees that form a right angle then another in their trunk. Think of the shape from foot to head of someone sitting in a chair. I’ve never understood what would make a tree do that but I may now have at least one answer. Continue reading “Making a new top”
by rakeeter In my travel post last week I neglected to mention Sheriff Dave Clarke He is the sheriff of Milwaukee County and was one of the panelists at several of the National Review sessions. He gained nation attention with a campaign ad where he told people to learn to defend themselves until the police got there. The amphibious left shrieked in horror and accused him of promoting gun violence. Joyce is a fan because he has stood his ground and not knuckled under to the toads but doubled down on supporting police and accusing criminals of, well, criminality. Continue reading “The sheriff”
by rakeeter 
Thanksgiving on SA was pleasant. Good weather, lots of good food and no melt downs. Combine that with a Cowboys win and it would be hard to improve on that. Continue reading “Thanksgiving”
by rakeeter 
Despite some tense moments catching our flight to Fort Lauderdale, our Caribbean cruise went smoothly and we enjoyed it. I misjudged the time it would take to get to the boarding gate from Wylie world where we spent the night. When we checked our bag, we were told it was a late check and might not make the flight, which would have meant we would embark on the cruise with toothbrushes, pajamas and not much more than the cloths on our back. We were greatly relieved when our bag came around on the baggage claim carousel. Continue reading “Caribbean cruise”
by rakeeter When I was growing up we made trips to McBride once or twice a year. Mostly these were day trips but there was at least one overnight campout. It was a challenge to get to the canyon. We had to enter the ranch — Bivins Coldwater Cattle Company back then — and navigate the dirt ranch roads to the ranch house. I say navigate because if there had been rain at the very least the roads would be rutted and there could even be benign-looking but treacherous puddles concealing mud that would suck a vehicle in right down to the axel. Our family car was a low-slung Pontiac entirely unsuitable for off-roading. Continue reading “Our early visits”