Sunday, December 31, 2017

Picking Up Memphis, 2017

When I went on my Great National Retirement Tour in 2016, I was not able to squeeze Memphis into the itinerary. But I did want to experience Beale Street. So when my college room-mate Jane Gramoli invited me to come stay with her the next time I was in Louisiana, and since Memphis is sort of between Shreveport and Bloomington, Illinois, I decided to pick up a few days in Memphis.

My first adventure was finding a camping spot. There were three (3) RV campgrounds in the city - one far outside the urban ring road, and two on Elvis Presley Boulevard not far from downtown. I looked up the customer reviews and everyone agreed that the Graceland RV Park (yes, it is owned by Elvis Presley Enterprises) was the better of the two campgrounds. So, I made a reservation there.


I also contacted my friend Tait Danielson-Castillo who lived in Memphis for a while to get suggestions on places to visit and places to eat in Memphis. Tait gave me a list of wonderful suggestions. I'm afraid I did not have time to go to all of them, but the ones I did get to in my 2-day stay were stellar. Thanks Tait.

I got a late start leaving Shreveport because Brent and I had a regular on-going soap opera trying to open a savings account for DJ and opening up a safe deposit box for him at a credit union there. We finally got the safe deposit box settled on the last day I was there. DJ still does not have his "bank." I said all that to say that I got to Memphis late; almost midnight. I could not find my RV Park. I drove up and down on Elvis Presley Boulevard many times searching for it. I finally found a campground, drove in, and set up my camper for the night. Another night without heat since, after all the trouble I had in Shreveport with bad electrical connections, apparently the furnace also did not work. In the morning, I realized I was in the wrong RV Park. So, had to take down the pop-up, drive about a mile down the road, and set it up all over again. And yes, Graceland is a MUCH better campground than the other park was. And yes, it is also right across the street from Elvis' Graceland mansion.

This RV Park had very nice bathrooms with full shower facilities, a very clean laundry facility, and secuity guards to keep any cars without parking stickers out of the campground. They also had a "family" relationship with the Graceland hotel across the street so we could get shuttle rides to and from major Memphis attractions, including Beale Street from their lobby. I would recommend the park. My spot was on Shook Up Lane - and yes, all the driveways were labelled with Elvis' song titles.

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Old Time Photo from Tombstone

Remember back in February when I said that I would post up the old time photo that Colleen, Carol and I took in Tombstone as soon as I got someplace where I could scan the print photo? Well, I finally did get that photo scanned and here it is! Don't we look like a trio of treacherous characters!

Thursday, June 9, 2016

Pat's Great National Retirement Tour by the Numbers

May 18, 2016:

I was on the road for 96 Days from January 15 thru April 19, 2016

Traveled 10,543 miles

Spent roughly $1,110 on gas, oil, windshield washer fluid, two oil changes, and a headlight replacement while on my trip. This does not include the costs for getting hit in Brent’s parking lot in the middle of the night by a hit and run driver. That could just as easily have happened if I had stayed home. My mother always kept track of all the gasoline we used on our family trips, and it seemed like a nod to tradition to do it for this trip too. And, in case you are wondering, I really do love Love's!

Stayed in 10 states, did some sightseeing, and visited friends and family: New Mexico, California, Arizona, Texas, Louisiana, Florida, South Carolina, North Carolina, Tennessee, and Illinois

Traveled thru parts of another 9 states: Iowa, Missouri, Kansas, Oklahoma, Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia, Kentucky, and Wisconsin (sometimes very small parts).

Most of my travel happened on Interstate 10, which stretches from Los Angeles, California to Jacksonville, Florida. I drove all but two segments of that road all across the USA (skipping one small segment from L.A. to Palm Springs and one larger segment from San Antonio, Texas to Baton Rouge, Louisiana). I have, however, on another trip in another year driven the segment between Lafayette, Louisiana and San Antonio, Texas.



Spent 28 nights sleeping in my Palomino camper on this tour, bringing my initial cost of ownership down to $140 per night. This does not count the amounts spent at each campground and RV resort. I will add that up later. It also does not include the 4 nights that my camper stayed in Sliddell, Louisiana while I stayed at a hotel in the French Quarter. For eleven (11) of them I had company in the camper: Carol for 3 days at Joshua Tree National Park, Mary for 6 days in two different states (Florida and South Carolina), and my grandkids Naima and Nasir for 2 nights in North Carolina.

I also stayed with one complete stranger (although an old friend of Carol’s), three cousins, one high school BFF, two sons, two friends, and one college room-mate. They were all gracious hosts and I thank each and every one of them for making my tour so fabulous. And my friends Trudie and Mary took the “Train They Call the City of New Orleans” down to spend 3 days in New Orleans’s French Quarter with me. They all eagerly joined me in creating adventures in each location as their work schedules allowed.

I met a 91-year-old Navajo code talker from WW2, a young man who sells art on Canyon Road in Santa Fe, some distant cousins whose parents owned a trailer park in a popular movie stage location in the mountains around Palm Springs, a retiree who gets dressed up in 19th Century cowboy gear to hang out in Tombstone several times a month, a grandfather of a 3-year-old with a dream of being a rodeo cowgirl, a Brit who was in the USA to try to break into the country music songwriting business, a couple from Iowa who are big fans of the Grand Ole Opry, a young couple who are on a mission to visit every Presidential library/museum/home in the USA, and a large number of friendly Appalachian Trail hikers who were concerned about my stamina on the hike.

I used up and threw away 5 ball point gel pens on my trip writing in my journal, on post cards, keeping track of my gas purchases, and gift card debits on a yellow legal pad. Oh, and writing up directions to get to my next location which I taped onto the radio – yes, that was my GPS.

I lost 10 pounds on the trip; not intentionally.

I added 15 stamps at National Parks and National Historic Sites to my National Parks Passport book. I spent time in Bandolier National Monument, Joshua Tree National Park, Carlsbad Caverns National Park, San Antonio Missions (Concepcion this time), New Orleans National Historic Site, Gulf Shores National Seashore (and Fort Pickens) in Pensacola, Fort Sumter in Charleston, the Great Smoky Mountains, and the Appalachian Trial in Tennessee, as well as a couple of Presidential libraries/museums. BTW, if you are over 62 years of age, get yourself a National Park Senior Pass – this is the best deal in the whole darn country!!!

In 2008, I set out to show the vast expanse and variety of America to my grandkids by taking them to Chickasaw National Park, Oklahoma City National Monument, Hot Springs National Park, Pipestone National Park, the Badlands National Park, Black Hills National Forest, and Wind Cave National Park. We have since added Vicksburg National Cemetery, Rocky Mountain National Park, Arches National Park, Canyonlands National Park and the Grand Canyon to our list of great American landmarks visited. This was the first time I have traveled mostly by myself to see the great sweep of America. It is an item on my bucket list to visit as many national parks as I can fit in during the time I have remaining. Mission partially accomplished.

While America’s national parks are all treasures that tell the story of our geography, our geology, our native flora and fauna, the immense power of water, our wars, our settlement patterns, as well as the good, the bad, and the ugly of our Western expansion, it was also great to visit a lot of major U.S. cities along Highway 10 from the West Coast to the East Coast to see the things each place holds most dear and is most proud to show off to visitors. People all along Interstate 10 are very proud of the great places they have built, and for the most part they deserve to be (there was a whole lot of absolutely nothing in west Texas, and Charleston kind of creeped me out). I am overall so happy that I went on this tour and so happy that I went now when I am still healthy and can still walk around, and climb around, to truly see what each place has to offer the inveterate traveler. We really do live in an amazingly vast and varied country.

Oh, and having sunshine and warmer weather all winter long was a bonus!

Monday, May 30, 2016

Circle Back to Norske Nook

Wednesday, May 11th:

One last Great National Retirement Tour Stop – the Norske Nook in Osseo, Wisconsin. I passed it by when I was returning from South Beloit. I loaded Trudie, Jean-N, and Mary in the car (which necessitated cleaning it out) and drove the 2 hours to Osseo. Signage was sparse, but we did make it to the Norske Nook. We made a coffee and donut stop in Baldwin at Trudie’s suggestion. Excellent suggestion!

Norske Nook is so popular in this small town that it has a restaurant on one side of the street and a gift shop on the other side of the street. We went to the restaurant first. I had Norwegian pancakes (more like crepes) with lingonberries and Swedish meatballs. Jean had a meatball diner which comes with lefse as the bread. Trudie had the beef commercial, and Mary had a turkey club sandwich. We all had pie for dessert. They have a huge collection of wonderful pies.

Jean and I each bought rounds of lefse on the way out. The next morning I ate half of one round some with butter and cheese from our trip and some with peanut butter. Their lefse is the best I have had since Grandma died.

We all walked across the street to the gift shop. I bought a krumkake wood form for rolling it, and a coloring book of Norwegian culture. They didn’t have a good cheese shovel.

Then we headed back toward Saint Paul with a planned stop at Cady Cheese first. Cady is a cheese maker near Wilson, Wisconsin – really out in the country! Everyone found something to like there. I found Butterkässe – as did Trudie. All of us found squeaky cheese curds – made fresh that day. I found a cheese shovel that worked fairly well.

It was raining the whole time we were at Cady Cheese and rained the whole way home. It was surprisingly kind of a pleasant rain experience. And I can’t think of anything I would rant have done on a gray, rainy day.

Started Camper Cleaning

Saturday, May 7th:

Washed the camper exterior. It looks a lot like scrubbing a kitchen floor. I even used Lysol, but didn’t get all the dirt off. The top of the camper is a bumpy fiberglass covering where dirt hides in little nooks and crannies. Maybe one more scrub down before I put it away. Also laundered my sleeping bag – and did it ever need a good laundering!

Finished Season 3 of the Miss Fisher murder mysteries. I feel like a good friend has left me. Dear Every Cloud Productions, please bring back a Season 4 of Miss Fisher.

Wrote the ending reflection on my whole trip for the blog, but did not load it up. I want to get it right before I put it out there.

Driver's License Renewed; Car Cleaned

Tuesday, April 26th:

Got dolled up and went to Sears to get a new driver’s license. Mine expired last week on the day I arrived back home. Then went back home to do cleaning. I vacuumed the car – which was filthy after 4 months on the road. Also washed the interior hard surfaces with scrubbing bubbles. Much improved even if not all cleared out yet. Still slowly removing stuff from the car. And still finding souvenir gifts for my family and friends.

I am still trying to locate things I left behind, like the keys to my post office box and my check blanks. Oh, and the key to the garage. One day.

My friends Mary Krueger and Trudie Ellsworth took me out to Ward 6 for Sunday brunch. We had some great food and a wonderful time (helped along no doubt by the adult milkshakes) until Bob kicked us out. This place is just too popular!

The Purple Prince is Dead

Thursday, April 21st:

Slept for 3 days straight. Got the accumulation of almost 4 months’ worth of mail handled – which mostly means thrown away. Lots of financial mailings to go thru. Went to several banks to start work on reconciling all my bank accounts, which I did not do while I was on the road.

Prince (the singer/songwriter of Purple Rain fame) died today. A lot of Minnesotans were gathering out at Paisley Park or at First Avenue nightclub. Kelly and I drove over to the I-35W bridge to take purple photos – including several of me wearing my raspberry berry that I really did buy at a second-hand store. But I bought mine when Prince was still in junior high school. I will now always think of Prince when I think about my trip. The two events are forever entwined.