• Geezers in Paradise
september 2021

Go West Young Geezers

We may live in paradise, but we are longing to revisit the incredible mountains, deserts and wide open spaces of the American West. Join us! We'd love to share our adventures with you. Les mer
  • The Lincoln Highway

    15. september 2021, Forente stater ⋅ ☀️ 79 °F

    Given events of last night, we decided to take it easier than we’d planned. We skipped the Jocelyn Art Museum with its Impressionist collection, and also gave the Laurentzin Park and conservatory a miss. But one thing we felt we absolutely could not miss was a three mile stretch of the original Lincoln Highway.

    The Lincoln Highway, built in 1913, connected New York City’s Times Square with San Francisco’s Lincoln Park. It crossed twelve states and ran 3300 miles. In Nebraska it followed the Great Platte River Road used by fur traders, overland emigrants, and the Union Pacific Railroad.

    In the summer of 1919 Lieutenant Colonel Dwight D. Eisenhower led an eighty-one-vehicle military convoy through Ogallala, Nebraska on the Lincoln Highway. The trip promoted the importance of Interstate travel by the military. Later, as president, Eisenhower began the project that continues today of building our Interstate Highway system.

    Also, my book club will recognize the Highway as the northern route mentioned in our read, “West With Giraffes.” The giraffes took the other southern route on their cross country trip to the San Diego Zoo. It’s a wonderful book. You should read it.
    Les mer

  • Loooooong Day’s Drive across Nebraska

    16. september 2021, Forente stater ⋅ ☀️ 86 °F

    Actually, it was about 4-1/2 hours, but being geezers it took us about 7 due to our geezerly travel style and probably the wind drag from our geezer-sized ears. Gordon wanted the flag photo front and center, because it shows the impressive wind that pushed us sideways for most of the drive.

    About halfway, we stopped at the Great Platte River Road Arch Monument. We gave it a quick drive by and decided It looked like a tourist trap, and headed immediately across the ACTUAL Great Platte River to Skeeter Barns BBQ for a delicious chopped brisket sandwich.

    The real highlight of the drive was the Gothenburg Nebraska Pony Express Station, a well preserved house built on in 1854 as a fur trading post on the Oregon Trail. It served as a Pony Express Station from 1860-1861 (the entire length of the Pony Express operation.) It then served as an overland stage coach til 1934.

    We are now watching the thunder clouds approach our overnight stop in Ogalalla while we decide where to go next.
    Les mer

  • Decisions, decisions

    16. september 2021, Forente stater ⋅ ☀️ 86 °F

    Where to go next?

    Estes Park KOA? No spots available. Ft Collins West KOA? No spots available. Ft Collins North KOA? No spots available. Any of the Wyoming KOAs? No trees to be seen. Rapid City KOA? Been there, long days drive if we stop to look at sights.

    Boy, are we tired, but Heather found the perfect place in Scotts Buff, NE. We head there tomorrow.
    Les mer

  • Torrential midwest rain last night

    17. september 2021, Forente stater ⋅ ⛅ 50 °F

    There was a brief but fierce downpour yesterday evening, clearing up just as the sun set. At 1am, the storm stretched from here into Canada. (Don’t ask why I was awake at 1:00 am … I’m a geezer…it happens.) But the best part were the clouds lite by the setting sunset that it left behind.Les mer

  • Chimney Rock, Nebraska

    17. september 2021, Forente stater ⋅ ☀️ 75 °F

    Originally named “Elk’s Penis” by the local Indians, this rock served as an important landmark for westward travelers. They had a great visitors center, complete with a wagon for kids to load. When they overloaded the wagon, a red light went on.Les mer

  • Plan B…

    17. september 2021, Forente stater ⋅ ☀️ 75 °F

    Well, we chose to go to Scotts Bluff, NE to spend two nights. There was a campground that looked ok, and it was only a 2.5 hour drive. But we got there, after driving for half a mile on a dirt road. It was dusty, barren, and all together unappealing. The bathrooms were locked, so I could not check them out and the campground hosts were gone. Heather checked the reviews, something we should have done earlier. There were a fair number of 5 star reviews, all sounding like shills, and a 2 star review from not too long ago talking about dirty showers and wifi that only worked within 50 feet of the host’s rv trailer.

    We decided that while waiting for the hosts to return, we would go to restaurant that Heather had found earlier. The food was good, Heather had a salad and I had a flat bread with chicken, pesto, and some other stuff. Unfortunately we forgot to take a picture.

    We decided that neither one of us wanted to stay at that campground. We check the KOAs in Colorado, all were still full. We looked at some places in the Black Hills and decided that The Hot Springs KOA looked good.

    On the drive there we passed a very dramatic forest fire, complete with helicopters carrying water buckets to douse the fire. The wind was blowing from the south and it is a bit smokey in the KOA, but it seems to be clearing. the campground is beautiful with loads of pine trees.
    Les mer

  • World Fossil Finder Museum, Hot Springs,

    18. september 2021, Forente stater ⋅ ☀️ 93 °F

    A metal building about 6 car widths wide, this unassuming museum was the best collection of fossils I’ve ever seen. It’s impossible to convey what was on view with photos. You’ll just have to go yourself!Les mer

  • Mount Rushmore from the air

    19. september 2021, Forente stater ⋅ ☀️ 79 °F

    We actually might have gotten better photos from the road, but the helicopter ride was thrilling. Carrie of Black Hills Aerial adventures was a great pilot. There was a small wind and Heather asked Carrie how she knew when the wind was blowing too hard to fly. Carrie gave a very good response, “when the customers are not having a good time.” The best part was actually lifting straight up off the ground! Woah! Don’t go toward the light!Les mer

  • Leaving the Black Hills

    20. september 2021, Forente stater ⋅ ⛅ 54 °F

    We loved our stay, but felt the urge to move on. We had reservations for the campground in Buffalo Woming, but when we learned it was going to rain and get down to 37 degrees, we began looking elsewhere.

    We passed through corners of three states (South Dakota, Wyoming, and Colorado) to arrive on the north edge of Fort Collins, Colorado. We’ll be here 2 days to rest up, shop, and of course, eat. It’s WINDY here!

    These photos are from the day’s drive.
    Les mer

  • Decisions, Decision part deux

    22. september 2021, Forente stater ⋅ ☀️ 77 °F

    Well, we have been on the road for two weeks now having a grand adventure. There was tragedy (lost credit cards), beautiful vistas, escapes from certain death (kidney stone), death defying acts (helicopter ride), time travel (visiting homesteading, great migration west, and fossil sites), moments of tenderness (either that steak that was so good or my time with Heather), displays of Mother Nature (downpour in Nebraska), emoting (when the replacement credit cards were not delivered), and good food.

    But now that we have arrived at the Rocky Mountains, we are confronted by something that we knew, but did not understand what it really meant. We are Floridians! There, I said it. We are use to warm weather. Here in the foot hills of the Rockies, as the nights dip into the high 30s, we bundle up, turn the heat on and cuddle. We are freezing. As I behold the majestic Rockies, I do not see a great wilderness waiting to be explored, but rather the great ice wall in Game of Thrones. The cold winter air blows hard off the slopes of the mountains, freezing all who dare challenge them.

    So Heather and I have come to the decision to nix our decision to travel through the Rockies on our way to New Mexica and Arizona.

    To be continued…
    Les mer

  • Decisions, decisions, continued

    23. september 2021, Forente stater ⋅ ☀️ 88 °F

    Returning to our being Floridians, we have become accustomed to not wearing masks. So as we looked where to go next, we immediately discarded the idea of northward, as it seemed we were already very close to the Arctic Circle. That left southward toward New Mexico. But they have a mask mandate, for everyone, vaccination status not a factor, all the time. I did do some research to see when this masking started in New Mexico. It appears to have started about 1880, when some people were worried about their health while talking to train and stagecoach passengers. I have included a photo illustrating the start of masking in New Mexico.

    Since neither Heather nor I wanted to spend our time masked, we tossed the idea of going to New Mexico out the door. But that left Arizona. We could quickly drive through New Mexico to get to Arizona. That would work! At that point the conversation went like this:

    “Yes, we can go to Arizona!”
    “Ok, where would you like to go? How about Flagstaff?”
    “We’ve been there every time we have gone to Arizona.”
    “Ok, how about….. someplace we have’t been yet?”
    “Sure, like where?”
    “Mmmmmm…… ah, ah, how about Yuma?”
    “Are you sure that is the only place we haven’t been in Arizona??
    “Ah, I think so, but wait, isn’t there a prison there that we saw?”
    “So, I guess there is nothing we want to see in Arizona.”
    “Oh sigh, guess Arizona is off the list.”

    To be continued
    Les mer

  • Decisions, Decisions, Resolved

    24. september 2021, Forente stater ⋅ ☀️ 57 °F

    I feel like… well I feel many things. One thing that I feel is my kidney stone. It’s as if I had an relative I don’t like (actually I am blessed to like all my relatives and in-laws) move in and be a constant irritant in my life. At some point one’s tolerance breaks and one kick the so-and-so out of the house. Unfortunately, I can’t kick the stone out (I tried with the helicopter ride), I need to wait patiently until it decides to pass. The last stone I had took only a week to pass, but it appears that the average time is about 45 days. Yuck!

    Anyway, I am sorry if this is too much information. But I am doing alright as long as I take my meds. But I would be more comfortable at home, waiting patiently (I need to ask Heather if I am a patient person) for this stone to do something. I also worry about it’s sisters and big brother still up there in the kidney.

    As for deciding where to go next, well, home. There is no rush. Home will be there when we get there, today, tomorrow, next week, next month.

    We feel a bit disappointed that our trip won’t be as long as we had planned, but we are having a wonderful adventure! As long as that is true, we are doing well.

    Heather adds: its not all on Gordon. I think we bit off a little more than we can chew given all thats gone on this past year. But we have had fun, and it has been GREAT to get out and enjoy our great country
    Les mer

  • Alien Installations

    24. september 2021, Forente stater ⋅ ☀️ 79 °F

    Time for our traditional aliens post. We do this on every trip, because the proof is every where you look. You just need to see.

    As we were driving today, we noticed a lot of these tall cylinders, what everyone would call grain silos. But as we drove and saw more and more of them, a pattern started to appear. First, they were in clusters, as if they were connected somehow. Second, there were often smaller groups with shorter towers.

    We finally came to the realization that these were the air exchange towers for underground alien installations. As the installation grows the towers get taller, and as it spreads, it sprouts smaller groups of towers that then grow over time.

    We got nervous when I got these photos. I am sure that some trucks left grain fields about that time and started to follow us. More proof that our supposition is correct.

    Please don’t share this post, we don’t know what the consequences could be.

    And if we don’t make it home, you now know why.
    Les mer

  • Made it home safe and sound

    28. september 2021, Forente stater ⋅ ☀️ 82 °F

    It was a mad dash home from Little Rock, AR. We did it in 2 days, and while you would think the second day would be worse than the first, the first day was much worse. Don’t know what it was, but Heather and I actually snapped at each other (correction from Heather: Gordon did the snapping, he must have gotten really tired. And his navigational skills reverted to that of a teenager, either nonexistent or he kept changing his mind.)(additional note from Gordon: I don’t know what Heather is talking about.)

    But we are both glad to be home. It was a terrific adventure.

    Heather adds: Gordon is making things up again. I should have let him do that extra alien post he wanted to do. But we’re happy to be home.
    Les mer

    Reisens slutt
    29. september 2021