Trips & Pictures
NY to CA, January 1998
(Gettysburg, Dec 21st)
Williamsburg was interesting, with all of the people dressed up and saying things in colonial english ("GOOD DAY SIR!", etc), and we saw our first northern cardinal in a tree, but the weather sucked. We did find some cool shops that were selling Christmas candy at deep discounts, and further bolstered our food supplies. As the weather deteriorated, we decided that we should head on to my friend Melinda's place in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, to allow Belinda to get some rest and recover. On the way into North Carolina it started to snow, and we made a stop at the only open Dairy Queen that we encountered on the whole trip home. The soup there was nasty, but the ice cream was cold.
We got lost in Chapel Hill (the first of many occasions of being lost on the trip), but eventually found Melinda's place. Chapel Hill is a college town, and was about as sleepy as Berkeley over Christmas break. We did check out the local pizza parlor, whose special was pineapple, ham, and LOTS of tabasco! Fire!
(Riding the South Carolina Jackelope)
(South Carolina highlights - fireworks!). Made it to the vicinity of Savannah after dark, and camped out at a Ramada Inn. Belinda was acting too innocent, so I foolishly smeared some toothpaste on her. She proceeded to empty the rest of the tube on me, creating quite a mess. Lesson - don't fight with toothpaste. Or if you do, keep hold of the tube. Doh! We also got to see the awesome movie "Beavis and Butthead in America" for free in the motel room - what a deal!
Checked out Savannah, which was kind of interesting. Walked along the tourist area by the river, and then drove through town looking for somewhere where we could buy grits, which we had heard was the specialty. Didn't find any, but discovered some pretty depressed parts of town. The main squares in town are very scenic, and there are some really pretty houses, but once you get off the tourist track (i.e. get lost) it gets really ugly.
Finally found a pancake house, where Belinda unfortunately ordered the house specialty, grilled quail, which had to be thawed, resulting in a wait of over an hour. When we were in a hurry. And hungry. Sigh. Finally got out of Savannah, but on a surface road (chosen by me ?) that had way too much traffic and stop lights. Got onto the freeway, and made a blast for Florida... Oh yeah, Georgia highlights - flat, swampy, kinda cool, at least from the freeway. Hit Jacksonville around sunset, kept going and arrived at my sister Shirley's place around 9/10pm. Unloaded the car and made a mess of her place, shot off some South Carolina Fireworks over the Intracoastal Waterway, and crashed.
Got up around noon, and headed down to the Everglades to play with the alligators, birds, turtles, and fish. Basked in the warmth of Florida, which was a pleasant change from the cold of the north.
(The Dive Crew... Peter, Belinda, Mark, Linda, and Kita the dog, who didn't dive)
We finally got out to the ocean and completed our four ocean dives! The first one was a bit out of control, though… Even though I had my regulator in my mouth and could breathe, the wave action was freaking me out - when I would get hit by a wave I would panic and try to hold my breath... Just wasn't used to having air I could breathe under water! Going down and maintaining the right buoyancy took a little time too - it felt like we were descending forever, and I was wondering how deep we were - but when I looked up, we were just 5 feet below the surface! I had thought that we were going down, when I was really just hanging in one place :P We finally did get down to the bottom, found a sandy spot, and went through our underwater drills, which went fine. After that we went to swim across the reef a little, but the visibility was low and I wasn't paying close enough attention - I suddenly found myself alone! Although my class was apparently right behind me, I couldn't see them. The normal procedure is to wait a minute, look for your buddy, and then meet at the surface if you haven't found them. I, however, didn't have a watch, so I waited for what I estimated to be a minute (probably a few seconds...), and headed up, where I was asked "What on earth went wrong? We saw you the whole time!" OOPS! Ah well, by the second dive things were much better, and on the second day we were getting much more comfortable. Belinda had problems adjusting her ears and sinuses on descents, still, but she took things slowly, and we had a good time. Saturday afternoon we were officially certified!
Over these two days we also checked out the local fondue restaurant, picked up some practical thank-you presents for Shirley (like a lamp, longer phone cord, and new sheets), and repaired the car brakes for the trip back...
Belinda and I decided that we didn't feel comfortable enough with our two days of diving to go anywhere else on our own, so we moved on to take the advanced course (for $200 more, we would get 5 more dives and advanced instruction, which seemed like a good idea, since we had time). So, we had to read another book (in an afternoon), and hit the books, stopping only to take a walk to see the local mansion. We tried to see Titanic, but the local movie complex was sold out. Ended up cooking shrimp creole and playing scattegories.
(Heading out for the night dive)
The second dive was our first dive on our own - everyone went down to the reef together, but then we broke up into pairs. Belinda and I roamed off, I holding the line to the float. Visibility was improving, and we saw some neat fish, but we didn't see the nurse shark that everyone else did, unfortunately.
After the second dive we had a short break until the night dive, in which we consumed cheese and crackers. Then, we were heading out again, with dive lights and glow sticks! I thought that I would be more nervous about night diving, but it wasn't bad at all. Just really, really dark where the lights weren't shining. But, we looked in front of us, and didn't think about the great dark unknown behind... Saw a bunch of puffer (porcupine) fish, a huge trumpetfish, a southern stingray, and lots of bioillumenesence (for which we had to switch off the lights!). Coming back up to the boat was beautiful, with a full moon out and a nice view of the Fort Lauderdale/Miami coast lights.
On the boat ride in, we saw lots of people trying to catch shrimp in the moonlight, using bright lights to attract them. We, however, headed home, to start the car-packing procedure, since we would be leaving right after the two Monday dives.
(My poor heavily-laden car, in front of Shirley's place)
We drove on highway 75 (Alligator Alley) across southern Florida, and saw over 20 kingfishers perched on the telephone wires along the side. We came to the realization that Florida is BIG, and only made it part way across the panhandle before we got very very sleepy. We stopped at a Super 8 motel around 1 am, to find that the time zone cuts through the middle of Florida, and that we had gained an hour. Cool deal!
Lots of weird, artsy shops... Would have been cool in sunny weather after a couple of drinks, but not sober and in the pouring rain. We took a detour to drive along the Plantation Road, to visit the Oak Alley Plantation, but luck was not with us. Some of the roads were closed, the car started to act weird (I think one of the spark plugs got wet), the plantation was closed for renovation, it kept raining, and some of the small towns we drove through were really depressed and nasty.
(Roll on Mississippi...)
That, in conjunction with the threatening marshes that were pressing up close to the road and the impending storms (with the potential impending floods) motivated us to jam on to Texas. I drove until Texas, at which point Belinda took over and I went to sleep. I woke up to her being pulled over by a highway patrolman near Houston. Thankfully, he only gave her a warning, and we headed on, albeit much more cautiously. I drove again, through San Antonio, and we ended up in a motel 6 in Kernville, TX around 1am (this seemed to be the common motel arrival time ?).
Our first priority was to make it to the ranger station, and find a place to stay for the night. After that we drove up into the Chisos Mountains, which rise 2000 feet over the desert, and are like an island in the desert. Driving up into the Chisos, one notices the climate and vegetation changing, transitioning from dry desert to forest.
The Chisos Mountains...:
(Doesn't this look like the perfect car ad? :)
We wandered around the bowl in the mountains for a while, and then hiked up the Lost Mine Trail towards the peaks. We were standing at an outlook, taking pictures, when a white-tailed deer went dashing down the trail past us. Weird. Why would the deer run towards us? Oh well, we kept going up the trail... and then, some 20 feet in from of us, a mountain lion jumped out of a bush by the side and loped up to the trail ahead of us... WOW! Belinda reflexively let out a scream and turned to run the other way, and I had to tell her to stop, since that would identify us as prey. We did pick up some big rocks, though, and hastily made our way back down the trail. (It took some convincing to get Belinda to let go of that rock later).
We had arranged to stay in a "primitive campsite" near Santa Elena Canyon, so off we drove as it got dark. Our road turned into a very nasty dirt road, reducing our speed drastically. As it was, I still almost missed the turnoff (thank goodness Belinda saw it). We became very nervous as the road deteriorated further - we considered stopping and camping where we were, to ensure that we could get out again. But eventually it flattened out, we found our spot, threw out our tarp and sleeping bags, and went to sleep. It was a beautiful, clear night, and the view of the stars was beautiful. The temperature dropped to freezing, but our bags were more than warm enough, and our first desert camping trip was a success - I can't wait to go camping in the desert again! (although perhaps minus the car...)
Various shots of Santa Elena Canyon and the Rio Grande:
Heading back to the ranger station, we spoke with a ranger, who recommended that we eat lunch in Mexico, so we took the local transportation over the Rio Grande (rowboat - $2 round trip per person), and ate lunch in Santa Elena, Mexico. The town was very small and looked kind of beat, but lunch was very good. I amused myself by taking apart Belinda's binoculars, which she had dropped, and figuring out how to put the prisms together such that the two sides would focus in sync. Pretty fun! Kept me quiet for a couple of hours...
(The "Window", looking down from the Chisos to the desert beyond)
We crossed back to Texas, and drove up to the Chisos for one more hike (to the Window, pictured) - this time we saw a javelina (wild peccary). No bears, though, which is what I wanted to see (not Belinda, though ?). We hiked out as it grew dark, and headed north again, making it to Van Horn on route 10, where we found a hole-in-the-wall motel (~$25) that was quite amusing…
(The Guadalupes off in the distance, from Carlsbad)
We spent several hours hiking through Carlsbad Caverns, which was very different and interesting. The caverns made us think about how weird it would be to be the first person to walk or scuba-dive through an underground area, and what would happen if one became lost… Yipes! We then drove on through New Mexico, including Roswell, which wasn't very interesting except for all the window displays with aliens in them, through Albequerque, across Arizona to Flagstaff, and to the Grand Canyon. New Mexico was very flat (with some snow patches in the north) and fairly boring. Battling sleep and weariness (I was driving, but both of us were having problems staying awake) we made it to the south rim of Grand Canyon around 1am (again!), where we threw our tarp and sleeping bags out on the snow and went to sleep. It got much colder here than Big Bend (surprise! It dropped to the teens), but our bags still did the trick.
(Sunset in New Mexico, on the road...)
(Attack of the Blister...)
Driving through New Mexico and Arizona made us keep thinking of the Depeche Mode song, "Route 66"... All of the city names in the song kept jumping out at us on the road... We crossed over Hoover Dam after dark and made it into Vegas, where the car began to make a very sick wheezing noise. We did make it to the Luxor, where we had to track down Cynthia, Damon, and Szu Wei (whom we were meeting) to get the room key before they went to a show. Crashed in the hotel room, while they went out and gambled.
Did the Vegas thing for the day - lunch at the Rio buffet, Star Trek adventure at the Hilton (the highlight for me was waiting in line - the walls were lined with a complete history of all the Star Trek series. Damon scared us by showing us how much of a Trekkie he really is (He knows all of the history!)). After that, we went downtown to have dinner with my brother Ed and his wife Cyndy, who also happened to be in town for the weekend (everyone was there!), and then went out to see Mystere at Treasure Island. After that, it was one more trip to the Hard Rock Café to pick up proceeds from a bet for a friend of Damon's, and then into bed at 2am...
Oh, by the way, this is roughly what my beard looked like by the end of the trip... I shaved it off, but have decided that I liked it much better, and am growing it back now :)
Trips & Pictures
NY to CA, January 1998