<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21152054</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:15:23.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ramblin Ramsey's</title><subtitle type='html'>Hello, We are from Grants Pass Oregon. We sold our house in April of 2003 and have been on the road since then. 


If you want to know where we are now.
Click on the "Our Current location" link in the side bar.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chuck &amp;amp; Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02251900152666521568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/ChucknDeemar06.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21152054.post-8208423931847891481</id><published>2007-06-30T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T10:36:15.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quick hello</title><content type='html'>Hay there everyone.  Just a quick note to say we are still here in Colorado.  Because of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;being a cry baby&lt;/span&gt; about how hot it will be in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Moab&lt;/span&gt;, Chuck decided that we can stay in Blue Mesa until after the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July weekend.  We will leave here on the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and head for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Moab&lt;/span&gt; and the hot weather.  It has been in the mid 80's here outside of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gunnison&lt;/span&gt;.  Very nice.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we took the ATV out and had a fun time exploring some of the mountains.  We did not get any pictures, but if we go out today, I will be sure to get a few. Saw some cowboys branding and tagging their calf's.  I made the comment I would like to go out and help them, but Chuck did not stop the vehicle, so I guess that was a no.&lt;br /&gt;Pancho is in kill heaven.  He got a mouse yesterday and his day was complete. I swear, I have never met a dog that was such a good mouser.  He is putting Cats to shame. Hay, maybe that is why he likes kitties so much......he wants to be like them!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for now that is all.  I will post pictures when we go out again.  I am not sure if we are staying home today or going out in the world to explore. &lt;br /&gt;Take care of each other.&lt;br /&gt;Chuck, Dee and Pancho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21152054-8208423931847891481?l=hhdals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/feeds/8208423931847891481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21152054&amp;postID=8208423931847891481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/8208423931847891481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/8208423931847891481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-quick-hello.html' title='Just a quick hello'/><author><name>Chuck &amp;amp; Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02251900152666521568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/ChucknDeemar06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21152054.post-116244079475089581</id><published>2006-11-01T22:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T07:01:20.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still in Deming</title><content type='html'>Hi Ya All!!&lt;br /&gt;Long time no hear from us.....sorry. We have been busy. I will explain what we have been doing as I write and you can look at pictures. We are hanging around here until Poncho has his puppy shots before we take him into Mexico. I am taking the advice of some friends on RV net who suggested we make sure this is done before we go in as parvo and distemper are real dangers there for our little guy.&lt;br /&gt;This first picture is of Poncho on one of his hunting excursions. Not one we are real happy about either. This is a feather. I had the camera on him as he was sniffing around, and all the sudden, up he comes with the feather and he saw me KNOWING I know he has it. See the guilt on his face. Needless to say, right after this picture he ran like a rabbit. He ate the feather on the run (seriously) and then he stopped running and was happy. Off to look for Rabbit poop. Yeah, puppies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4856/1019928614393948/1600/PA311196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4856/1019928614393948/320/PA311196.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Uncle Gary. Notice him and his chi (that's chewie) look about the same. Dogs and Masters look alike I have been told. This was after a Turkey dinner Teresa and I had made. Everyone was full and it really shows with this picture. I am sure Gary is going to be real happy I posted this. hee hee, whats a good niece for if not to show off the family!!&lt;br /&gt;I would of put a picture up of Chris, my Uncles Grandson, but he kept turning away from the camera, so that will have to wait. When your 14 a camera is NOT your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4856/1019928614393948/1600/PA291179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4856/1019928614393948/320/PA291179.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Teresa and I have been doing for the last few days. We have been putting her massage space together. This is not a great picture, but it does show some of it. Next time I will post a picture of the space done. It really looks good. It is up and running and she is seeing clients now. She is so busy that she is actually having to carry around an appt. book with her everywhere. She has decided to take only four patients a day for now as otherwise she will get to tired. She is doing massages six days a week. Well, actually five and a half days as Friday she does not go into her shop, she goes to a business and does chair massages from one to five. She is pretty tired after that. I guess when your good EVERYONE wants you. She loves what she does and it shows with how in demand she is. Heck, I wonder if I will ever get another massage from her now!!! (ha ha) Oh what!!! There is always Travis!! Yeah, I am a lucky mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4856/1019928614393948/1600/PA291182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4856/1019928614393948/320/PA291182.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime while the rest of the family is out working, going to school (chris) doing doggie yard duty keeping the rift-raft out of the yard (red dog...I will post a picture of her later) the pup's Clint and Poncho are making sure they keep up with their tug of war. That toy they have is Bandits (chewies son...another picture I need to post....damm this thing only lets us post five pictures at a time!!!) FAVORITE toy MONKEY!!! Bandit loves his monkey and these two brutes are tugging him!!! It was very nerve racking for Bandit to watch that. Clint is Teresa and Travis's little boy. He is four times bigger than Poncho and out weights him by four also. Poncho does not seem to know that. Like gary says, one foot tall with a ten foot attitude!! They have lots of fun together and are great play pals. They are the same age, so since they are on the same puppy shot program and time, it works that they at least have each other. Clint plays a lot with Red Dog as the other Chi's do not like playing with Clint. Being he is only nine weeks old, he does NOT understand why these little friends do not know how to play like a REAL puppy. If you look at Clints foot, it is resting on His purple pony. HIS favorite toy. No one gets Pony if the Big Boy is around!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4856/1019928614393948/1600/PA291172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4856/1019928614393948/320/PA291172.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Teresa and Travis. Are they not the cutest couple?? Travis is an agent with Coldwell Banker here in Deming, so if you want to buy a house or property, give the kid a call. He is actually a great realtor. I am very proud of him. Especially when I am in Wal-Mart and people who have been Travi's clients come up to me to say hello to Chuck and I and tell us how wonderful and honest Travis is. We had a lady do the same when we were with Teresa also. Gee, I love that.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you that we are really proud of our kids. Travis and Teresa, Tracy and Nate.....Man, we are lucky parents. Yeah, and thank's to all of our friends who helped as the kids were growning up. Bill Needham for draging Travis across a sticker infested field to teach travis a lesson (we laugh about that still) to Tim and Gretchen for being there for Tracy and helping her Grow into the wonderful woman she has become..&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of the sappy crappy stuff.   On with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4856/1019928614393948/1600/P6200893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4856/1019928614393948/320/P6200893.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other things that have been going on is lots of little things. Chuck has helped Gary build his garage so he can start his house. We had power put on the property (Gary and Chuck split the cost....that helped a whole lot) We have water here now....thanks to Gary. We are using his well. Then we have also been helping to do what we could to help the kids get into there own house they are remolding. Travis just got the Bathroom tiled and grouted. Chuck and Travis have been doing lots of carpentry work. They took off a garage door and enclosed it so the kids can make another room out of what was a garage. Lots more work to be done on the inside of it, but enclosed is good. Us girls got the rugs shampooed, painting done, etc, etc. and constant cleaning up after the guys.&lt;br /&gt;Of course their is always a set back, and so far that is with the propane lines not holding pressure. Hopefully this will be solved this week so the kids can move into their new place this next weekend. Chuck went to the hardware store to get some sort of plumbing stuff for that. (I am probley not saying that correct, but that is man stuff....I don't do that sort of thing, so I stayed in the truck with Poncho)After this is solved, then comes going to Las Cruzes to get the stove and wire so they can get Clint's yard done to. Details, Details.&lt;br /&gt;Gary killed a four foot rattlesnake on Sunday,so I guess I need to pay attention better to where I am walking while Poncho and I are exploring the desert. Poncho has started to get bolder and bolder and has been running away when he has something he does not want us to take away from him, so to help solve this, I am now going to be having him on a leash so he understands Come and Stay. Children, even furkids all need training!!&lt;br /&gt;So this is it for now. They next posting will probley be pictures so you all can be caught up on family and pets. Depends on how much of a hassle it gives chuck. This picture posting took him two days it was being such a pain in the butts!!&lt;br /&gt;So talk to everyone later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21152054-116244079475089581?l=hhdals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/feeds/116244079475089581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21152054&amp;postID=116244079475089581&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/116244079475089581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/116244079475089581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/2006/11/still-in-deming.html' title='Still in Deming'/><author><name>Chuck &amp;amp; Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02251900152666521568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/ChucknDeemar06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21152054.post-116015013520311443</id><published>2006-10-06T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T22:28:51.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deming New Mexico</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!!  It is I...Yeah, like ya did not know that right??&lt;br /&gt;We are now in Deming and have been for a bit over a week.  We got here a couple days earlier than we thought we would, but that is ok by me.  Being this Last Monday (Oct. 2) was my birthday, I was lucky enought to get to spend it with the family.  Teresa and Travis asked me what I wanted, and I told them my request.   Oh, let me back up a bit.  When Teresa and Travis got out of there vehicle to see us, Teresa had a puppy in her hands.  Seems like they had gotten a puppy from Gary.  This poor little guy had gotten run over by the other owner who as he told Gary "is not a dog guy".  The guy told gary he had ran over its paw, but it could not walk.  It crawled, so Gary Took it off the guys hands.   Gary gave it to Treresa and Travis and even paid for them to take it to the vet and be checked out.  Gary is such a nice guy.  Anyway, long story short. They named him Clint.  The pelvis is fractured, but not broken.  In just the time we have been here Clint is recovering in leaps and bounds.  He is such a cute guy.  I will get pictures of him tonight when we go over to kick some butt in Mexican Train and post them on here for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, on with the rest of the story.  So on My Birthday (did I mention I am now 51?....Man I dont feel that OLD)  Teresa came over with her table and gave me a wonderful massage outside under our awning.  It was so wonderful and relaxing.  That Girl has some magic fingers let me tell ya.   Than, that evening we went over to Garys for dinner and Mexican Train.  Travis fixed me pizza.  my other request.  NOT ANYWHERE can I get  a better Pizza than that kid can make.  It is wonderful.  I had Lemon pie for desert.&lt;br /&gt;Than the BIG surprise!!!  My Uncle Gary gave me a puppy.  He is a little brown Chihuahua.   Needless to say at first Chuck was NOT happy.  However, he took it like a grown up man and did not yell, scream, or throw a fit.  I was proud of him.  (Still am)   Now Chuck is this little guys dad.&lt;br /&gt; Chuck named him Pancho Villa.  I was leaning more towards Cody, but being he is a Chihuahua decent of Chihuahua Mexico and probley from the wild Chihuahua herd of Parana Chihuahua's that eat full grown bulls from the hoofs up, I like Pancho Villa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the boy.  He is now six weeks old.  We think a bit young to take from his parents. But from what Gary said, his enviroment was pretty damm poor.  His two sisters were already gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/PA031082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/PA031082.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our boy waking up from his nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/PA041114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/PA041114.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see that he loves his bed and blanket.  These are his and all his worldly possitions end up in there.  What you can not see is his balls (cat toys) and chew bone under that blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/PA031097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/PA031097.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at those liquid brown eyes.  How can you not let them MAKE you fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/PA041113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/PA041113.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last picture of interduction.  I will post more pictures later on of our family, including the humans.  So until then, take care of each other as family and friends are the most important things in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Chuck, DeeDee and Pancho Ramsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/PA041110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/PA041110.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21152054-116015013520311443?l=hhdals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/feeds/116015013520311443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21152054&amp;postID=116015013520311443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/116015013520311443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/116015013520311443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/2006/10/deming-new-mexico.html' title='Deming New Mexico'/><author><name>Chuck &amp;amp; Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02251900152666521568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/ChucknDeemar06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21152054.post-115921577929893065</id><published>2006-09-25T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T10:27:09.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>After the glow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, it is after the glow of seeing our daugther and on the road again.  We are heading back to Deming to stay on our little piece of property for a bit.  We have discovered these fuel prices are killing us in Driving time.  It cost about a $100.00 a day to travel.  Fuel cost only.  Normally we drive a day, stay a week.  Sometimes two weeks.  Leaving Tracys in Amity we have traveled long days for three days now, and are feeling the pinch.  So we made it to Moab to boondock for a bit, lick our fuel wounds, and recoup from the long drive time.  Usually we only travel four hour days, but since leaving Tracys, we have traveled three eight hour days.  Way to much.&lt;br /&gt;However, our visit with Tracy was great.  We stayed in an RV park eight miles from Amity.  It was a very nice park with lots of flowers and friendly people.  I am pretty sure the name was Mulkeys. It is on hwy 18.  We actually HAD to pay full price of $144.00 a week.   But worth every penny to be with Tracy for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;She and Nate (her boyfriend) has a really neat apt. in Amity.  It is in an older building and there apt is over a Mexican Restaurant.  The restaurant keeps their apt warm.  The light fixtures in the apt. is 1950's and just awnsome.  We really loved there place.  They have two bearded dragons (lizards) and a kitty Tracy rescued.  The kittys name is Tempest (meaning storm).  I call him my grandson.   I played with him daily when we were there and now tracy has to retrain him since I spoiled him and let him play rough.&lt;br /&gt;Nate had a few days off from roofing due to the weather and is happy to be back at work.  Tracy just started a new job at a restaurant three days before we left and really loves her job and the people she works with.   She is doing the dishes and janitoral work.  Her boss said he would put her out on the floor, but she said no Thank you, she does not want to deal with the people.  She is happy where she is for the time being.    We ran around town, did lots of Geo Cashes, did a watercolor and lots and lots of other stuff.  Tracy and Nate took us to a shop and I put some of my jewelry in for sale.  We also went to a Geo Caching event and met lots of wonderful people and made some new friends.  Nikki and Scott being our favorites.  Nikki and Scott go by Otisprincess.  Otis being there last name and princess as Nikki is the princess of Caches.  She has placed most of the caches in the Yamhill area I think.   I think we got Nate hooked on Cacheing.  He has eagle eyes to!!!  He found lots of the caches we went to and can spy the little bitty caches really fast.  Both "the kids" are happy and that is what counts the most in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a tough decision to make and decided not to go to Southern oregon and Northern California to see our long time friends.  After figuring the fuel cost, cost of parks to stay and  Travel time and distance, we decided that our bank account was going to suffer greatly.  So we decided to put off the visits to our friends for next year......or when diesel comes down.   Here in Utah we are now paying $2.89 per gallon.  In New Mexico the diesel is $2.55, and in Mexico it is $1.89 a gallon.  Yeah, we will be in mexico soon.  Probley in November sometime&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;As for Chuck and I, we are doing well.  I am really tired today and Chucks back is bothering him a little.  It is cold here (in the mid 50's) so I am in sweats with a cover blanket on me.  We started seeing snow on the mountain tops yesterday and this makes us even more wanting to get into some warm weather.  Anything below 70 is now cool to us, and anything below 60 is freezing.  The nights have been in the 30's and I am just not wanting to get out of my warm blankets in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should of called this blog "Want a little winnnneee with that cheese" because of my crying about the cold and fuel cost.  Hay, it is just good to be alive is it not!!  Ok, I will go take a nap and then I will not be so sniffley.  Until then, suffer with this blog and we will talk to you all later.&lt;br /&gt;Chuck and Dee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before we go, We wanted you all to see this!!   We stopped for a Geo Cache on the road called "These boots were made for walking".  I wondered why that phrase until we stopped at it.  Look at this tree!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P9233008.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P9233008.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here is a closer look!!  Some of these shoes have been on this poor tree for years.  Some of the shoes are dated,  some are not.   I do not know how this got started, but it was so unusual that we just had to let you all see it for yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P9233015.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P9233015.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21152054-115921577929893065?l=hhdals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/feeds/115921577929893065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21152054&amp;postID=115921577929893065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115921577929893065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115921577929893065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/2006/09/after-glow.html' title='After the glow'/><author><name>Chuck &amp;amp; Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02251900152666521568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/ChucknDeemar06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21152054.post-115776470134957949</id><published>2006-09-08T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T20:19:59.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumpter Oregon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/GeoMedMap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/GeoMedMap.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;States that we have Geocached in. The visited states is full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello and good tidings to all!!  We are in Oregon now.  We spent a wonderful several days with some friends in Sumpter Oregon.  Duke and Dianne Elliott own the property and invited us to come and spend some time up there with two other couples.  There was Mabel and Bill and Sharon and Alby.  We call Alby "Pie" cause pie are round.  This is a very loving nickname by the way.  We all love our Pie to death.  Sharon is Sweet Pie.  Yeah, you got our mentally  dont ya!!  We hated to leave but we did cause we did not want to get sick of each other!!   We had a blast and so enjoyed each other's company.  We laughed alot, joked with each other, pulled gag's on each other, did art stuff and Bill even helped me make (ok, he did the most of it) a new walking and poking stick for me.  He even wood burned "Dee's Geo Stick" on it for me.  Thats so Chuck can't steal it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is our "camp".  The locals started to stop by on there ATV's and ask Duke and Dianne if they had opened an RV park!!  Har Har Har!!  They (the locals) were very nice and we enjoyed meeting quite a few of them.  On the left is our Fifth wheel, Mable and Bills Safari RV,&lt;br /&gt;the big white RV is Duke and Diannes and the other brown one is Sweet Pie's and Pies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P8312903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P8312903.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a concert given by Mabel and Pie.  Pie is playing the guaitar and Mabel is playing an According.  Course, you can not see that as bill is giving Dianne a sing along paper and sharon is looking on with her sing along paper wondering what to do with it.  She sure was not going to sing.  Pie sings great and sounds like Johnny Cash.  Really.  Sweetie Pie never even hummed.  She says her Alby (pie) pays her NOT to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P8312897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P8312897.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is a better picture of our concert.  That is me in the blue shirt.  I sang.  I don't care if I sound bad.  I figure everyone can plug their ears or sing louder than me if my ugly voice finds there ears.  Either way, it was a LOT of fun.  Notice Berney sound asleep on the RV pad thing.  It could not of been that bad cause the dog was not howling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P8312899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P8312899.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Sweet Pie (Sharon) and I petting a deer I named Jasmine.  She was very sweet and allowed me to groom her for over an hour.  She loved it.  She groomed me with her tongue (the deer, not Sharon, in my hair, arms clothes.   I enjoyed every minute with her and I think she enjoyed us to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P9062986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P9062986.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Jamine grooming me.  She was eating some carrots also.   Chuck did not put the pictures of her on after her grooming.  She was very happy to get the summer hair off of her and expose her winter hair.  If you look closer you can see our hair is alike.  Both of our summer hair is more brown, and beneith it is darker.  We must be twins!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P9062952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P9062952.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Bills Deer Lilly.  She used to be Dukes girlfriend, but left Duke for Bill.  Even kissing Bill.  He feed her a mixture of seed, nuts and other seeds and grains.  You can see she eats well.  She has to in order to put on fat for the winter.  She really liked the men.   Sorry Duke, maybe you can win back her affections now that Bill is gone.  You know, a little dinner goes a long way with us woman when your dating us.  Check with your wife, she will tell you the same.  Besides, she never kissed you did she Duke??  THAT tells you who is important !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P9012913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P9012913.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is typical Sumpter Humor.  This town is full of wonderful people with great humor.  This sign is at the local gas station and snack store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P9062936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P9062936.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P9062938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P9062938.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what we did when we left I-dee-hoe.  We have to thank Duke and Dianne for there wonderful friendship, but not here as they do not do computer stuff, so they will never see this.  Yeah, we do have friends who are not into computers, but that is ok, we love them just the same!!     Mabel and Bill, it was wonderful spending time with you all.  Give Mo-Mo a kitty hug for me and Burney puppy love.  Mabel, thank you for the owl you gave me and  Bill, I use my stick with great memories.   Pie and Sweet Pie, we miss you already.   Keep Caching Pie.&lt;br /&gt;So thats it folks.   We are on our way tomarrow making our way to see Tracy and Nate in a day or so.  We will update later.   Take care of each other cause your family and friends are the most important things in your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21152054-115776470134957949?l=hhdals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/feeds/115776470134957949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21152054&amp;postID=115776470134957949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115776470134957949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115776470134957949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/2006/09/sumpter-oregon.html' title='Sumpter Oregon'/><author><name>Chuck &amp;amp; Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02251900152666521568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/ChucknDeemar06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21152054.post-115677361927945684</id><published>2006-08-28T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T20:11:10.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I-Dee-Hoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/VisitedStatesMap.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/VisitedStatesMap.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hay Ya All, I thought that we should up date before we leave here tomarrow.  Here is just outside of Boise Idaho.  We stopped here so we could visit with Chucks sister.  We are not real impressed with the area.  Boise is so busy and the traffic is so thick you feel like your a flea on a dog amoung an infestion!!  Horrible.  Nasty.&lt;br /&gt;So we are staying about forty miles outside of that jungle city.  It is a nice park with older trailers, but the people are wonderful.  Usually when RVers pull up to a park such as this, they take a look and pull away.  Lots of older trailers that are here for the long haul. We learned long ago that just cause there are older trailers and they do not move does not mean the people are not just as wonderful as the newer trailers.  We have been proven correct once again.  This place is called River Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Here are a few pictures of the area.  Unless the trees are planted there are none.  How many trees can you count in each picture??  Bushes??  Shade??&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck and I were geo caching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P1010583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P1010583.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P1010582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P1010582.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the deer are dieing for a drink and some shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P1010584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P1010578.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P1010581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P1010581.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P1010580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P1010580.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P1010575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P1010575.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I am concerned, these were the prettest things out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P1010574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P1010574.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P1010579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P1010579.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way Val, we should hit 500 today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21152054-115677361927945684?l=hhdals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/feeds/115677361927945684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21152054&amp;postID=115677361927945684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115677361927945684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115677361927945684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-dee-hoe.html' title='I-Dee-Hoe'/><author><name>Chuck &amp;amp; Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02251900152666521568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/ChucknDeemar06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21152054.post-115603182034843712</id><published>2006-08-19T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T15:17:34.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arches National Park "Devils Garden"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello and good tidings to all.  Lookie Lookie, we are posting more stuff about us. We just love to brag do we not??  We need spankings, we are so bad!!  ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;We leave Moab tomarrow morning to continue on with our adventures.  We actually have not been doing much of anything except laying around reading and relaxing for the last four days.  We went to Devils Canyon in Arches National Park for a Geo Cache.  We did not expect it to be the hike it turned out to be.  We knew it was a five mile hike if we just walked in and out, but we could not do that!!  It ended up being over a seven mile hike and when you see what we hiked, you will be as impressed with our old selves as we are.   The reason for the four day rest is not the hike itself, we feel great (no soreness) but I got sunburned on my shoulders and back pretty good. I have needed to stay OUT of the sun, so hince, no hiking, no sun, just stay in shade.  Today is the first day I feel not burned.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enought of my chatter, on with the pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entrance to Devils Canyon.  It looks like it is going to be such a lovely stroll does it not??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P8162765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P8162765.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sign (I think you can click on the picture and get it to be bigger)  tells you there is an arch in front of you.  Cleaver them forest service peoples are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P8162768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P8162768.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a good look at this arch as it is falling to pieces.  If you will notice from what the sign said, it is crumbling.  This is probley the last picture EVER taken in the world of this arch.  It probably fell down right AFTER we left the park.  (Do you beleive that?? If so, we need to talk in person...I have a deal for you!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P8162773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P8162773.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,  I do not want to shock ya or nothing, but your going to see lots of pictures of holes in the rocks.  These are called Arches.  I love the rocks.  There are so many colors and textures that go along with them. It is quite beautful.  God does good work does he not!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P8162815.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P8162815.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Arch was a really neat  arch.  We really had to hike to get to it as you can see from the background.  That is me standing there, and the guy behind me is an Italian guy we have been following with his group of three others.  He was the only one who spoke english.  Did I mention the Canadian we picked up one the trail??  His name is James.  We all became friends and he joined us on treck over Devils Canyon.  We bonded through Water.  (I shared my water with him.  Poor guy had no idea he was going to meet us and be dragged all over Devils Canyon so he did not have a lot of water with him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P8162798.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P8162798.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fin is part of the primative trail.  Yeah, I went over that.  Not by looking around either.  I had to keep my hands on each side of my eyes (like those things they put on horses eyes to keep them from not shying when their pulling buggies) and James had to be there encourging me the whole way. ( ok, Chuck was in front, James behind me so I had no choice but to go) My knees were jelly.  I do NOT do high places well.  I did however make it alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P8162807.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P8162807.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is James, The Canadian we met on the trail.  Notice he is smiling now.  Just you wait James!!  Your going to be crying later on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P8162785.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P8162785.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little jewel is Dark Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P8162822.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P8162822.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture looks like an elephant looking at you does it not.  This was on the way back on primative trail.  This trail was beautiful and such a cool trail.  It would of been better if we had taken it when we first started out and when we were "fresh" instead of  on the way back when we were dieing.  Man, it was so hot out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P8162766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P8162766.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not remember the name of this Arch, but it was so cool and pretty.  I mean cool by shade.  I was very happy about that.  Lots of blessed shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P8162776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P8162776.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures of Fiery Furnace.  These pictures are of a different day.  These were a couple days before Devils Canyon.  I can not write on all of them as for some reason they are set up different on the blog.  You will just have to view and enjoy them.  I do know for sure however, you can click on the picture and they will become bigger so you can see them.  This was a canyon Chuck and I really liked.  You had to go with a Ranger on a tour.  (Yeah, they CHARGE you for this one...probley for the rangers services and then do not give HIM any of the money) Thats why the group of peoples you see.   We were with a wonderful group of people.  Lots of French people and Germans in Arches.  We had lots of fun with them and I learned lots of different things about there country.  The kids were great on this trip and very enjoyable.  So since I can not write much further on, Enjoy these pictures and the next time we get on the blog should be probably a few days.  We are headed to Boise Idaho to see chucks sis, and then to Sumpter Oregon to be with some friends.  We will post soon.  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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/ChucknDeemar06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k111/cervri/Arches/th_P8092612.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21152054.post-115551092692306506</id><published>2006-08-13T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T21:17:11.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Aug 13th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hi Ya all,&lt;br /&gt;I decided we needed the blog updated, and Chuck once again set it up so that we can tell everyone where we are at, what we are doing, and all that good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;The most we have been doing is Geo Cacheing.  We love this stuff as it takes us places we never would of discovered by ourselves.  Place's most tourist just do not get to go. &lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me, Chuck is also a very experianced 4 Wheeler. He used to belong to a club for years, so he and our trusty 4x4 dodge duelly have gotten us up hills, over sandstone mountains, and across the desert that most people only go with ATV's.  I just love the look on peoples faces when we tell them where we went and they gasp with an open mouth and say "You TOOK your TRUCK there?"  Yep, we did.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunally, some of the pictures I tried to take of where we were just did not come out good.  Not that the camera is bad, but the perpersitive is just not there.  I took a picture of us on a very narrow road with the Truck at a vertical angel (I just put the camera out the window and shot as I could NOT sit up in the seat) and the picture came out nice, but it just looked like we were skirting up a little rock hill.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This first picture is at a place called Onion Creek.  The rocks are a deep purple color.  I was pretty shocked to see a purple canyon.  When the sun its this canyon full force, the rocks turn a deep red color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P8122686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P8122686.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This was near another geo cache.  It is called secret Spire. The way these rocks stay on here are amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P8112641.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P8112641.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I of course had to fondle it to see it anything else would happen to it (yeah right, like tip over) but it remainded as it was and did not move a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P8112642.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P8112642.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P1010346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P1010346.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As hard as I tried, chuck just stood there.  I could not get him to do anything I wanted him to do.  Those of you who know me can just guess what I was trying to talk him into. &lt;br /&gt;(Hay, that is nasty what your thinking...ever think about climbing to the top?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This picture of me below is one of those pictures that do not do justice to where we were.  My kids would NEVER of thought I would of climbed this sucker. We were HIGH.  I mean, don't look down or your knees would wobble.  This is near the top.   Good thing I had on my spiderman cling to all sandstone shoes and my Batman sunglass's on.  (I got my batman sunglasses in a cache...Iam keepin' them, they fit!!) Chuck even went a little higher than I did, but he told me not to go any higher.  I think he was afraid I would not of been able to come down.  Besides my spiderman tennis shoe's, and batman Sunglasses I have a sticky butt that allows me to come down any mountain face on rear power alone.  Yep, I am set for climbing, not ropes needed here!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P1010413.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P1010413.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some formations of the rock in Onion Creek Canyon.  Amazing how these can form like this staying in an upright position all these years while the rest of the rocks fall around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P8122665.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P8122665.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few more of the formations.  This was in a different canyon.  We went here after a geo cache also.  We had to walk on a very narrow path to get to the other side of the gorge for this cache.  Wonder why Chuck did not show you all the scary path picture's??  Might be that persitive thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P8122685.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P8122685.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and water do this to rocks that are sandstone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P8112659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P8112659.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture below is of a hugh rock called Tomestone.  I dont know if you can imagine how big this sucker is, but if you look at the base of this rock, where the straight up part starts, this is where we had to CLIMB to get a cache.  It was scarey coming down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P8112629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P8112629.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an arch at the secret spire picture towards the first of the pictures.  I climbed up to look over at chuck.  I wanted him to be proud of me that I will now climb rocks and go into scary places all by myself.  He was not impressed, but he did use his zoom lens for this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P8112647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P8112647.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now on this picture below, do you understand now what we have been climbing???  Yes, great excerise.  See, knee shakers for how high we climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P8112651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P8112651.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is a beautiful sunrise that chuck shot while I was sleeping.  He takes such wonderful pictures.  Sometimes he will wake me for a beautiful sunrise, but not often.  I think he enjoys some solitude without me yacking in his ear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P8082480.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P8082480.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know if you get the perperstive of what this is, but it is sandstone rock.  That is one of the places we have taken our truck.  Yeapers, straight up.  Our neighbors just brought back our hub cab that we had lost on a ride a couple of days ago.  Anna, she could not belive we went on such a narrow road, straight down into the river.  She said it made her nervious on her ATV and could not imagine it in a truck.   I am surprised chuck did not include the shot of having to use a boulder to flip the back tire on in order to get around the curve.  I got out and took a shot of that  trick.  Must not of been a good perspective picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P8072460.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P8072460.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my sweetie.  Isnt he cute.  This was at the canyon we had the narrow walk on (another knee shaker) on the side of a gorge.  Very Scary for DeeDee's.  Chuck is part mountain goat, the narrower the trail, the more he ignores it and just walks like it is a regular sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P1010391.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P1010391.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a totally cool old cabin.  It is a part sod cabin.  It must of been about a hundred years old.  We found this in the middle of no mans land.  I could never image living in something like this with no water around.  It looked like the corrals were for sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P8112620.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P8112620.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is part of a road we were on to get to that canyon below.  (This is going to the  canyon we lost our hub cap on)   Doesn't that road look like you want to just do it at a clip of 50 miles an hour in the dark with your headlights off?? It was a pretty cool road.  Like I said, I am so glad that chuck is such a good driver.  It does not show how steep this road is.  After these turns there are more hairpins and some on them are so steep you can not see over the cab of the truck.  You just hold on and hope there is a road in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P1010329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P1010329.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These next two pictures (read the sign if you can) is about a fur trapper.  The next picture is of what he carved into a rock in the 1800's.  You have to go way deep into the canyon to see this.  Not many tourist get to view this need stuff.  Again, we were after a Geo Cache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P1010298.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P1010298.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P1010299.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P1010299.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty typical of the rock formations in sandstone.  It was very nice to sit under this cool rock and drink some nice cold ice water while the heat of the day makes you sweat all your fat away.  I personally love spots like this and seek shade whenever I can while we hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P1010350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P1010350.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See our pretty truck. Don't you think it should be in a dodge commerical??  Than it could pay for its own fuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P1010302.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P1010302.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweetie again.  Notice I am well away from where he is standing.  He will leap onto these rock ledges and tell me about the view I can not see.  This is good, cause if I get any closer to the edge my stomach flops and my eyes go dizzy and I get scared rabbit syntrome.  I even have my camera zoomed in out as far as it will go.  He was way out there on this thing.  Yes, I said he had to LEAP from one rock to another.  He needs life insurance for me with BIG coverage on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P1010386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P1010386.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had hiked (ok, I only got so far, this was one of them DeeDee only goes so far to rocks) up this hill.  I was about a quarter mile up, and chuck went the rest with out me, it got way to steep.  While I will sitting under my shady ledge, I took this picture.   I was taking the picture because of how the rocks fall, but chuck thinks this looks like an eye and  animal face.  I say a frog or a lizard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P1010296.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P1010296.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another picture of the canyon we drove into.  Notice under those big rocks there is a little slip of a road.  We were there. It actually is about a 200 foot drop from there.  If you look real hard, at the bottom left you can make out one of the cars that did not make it.  It fell over.  There is a big flat rock and if you look directly across from it, you can make out the car body.  Well this is it for now.  We will blog some more after our hikes in Arches National park this week.  Take care of each other and remember that money is nice, but family is a whole lot more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/P1010288.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/P1010288.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21152054-115551092692306506?l=hhdals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/feeds/115551092692306506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21152054&amp;postID=115551092692306506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115551092692306506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115551092692306506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/2006/08/utah-aug-13th.html' title='Utah Aug 13th'/><author><name>Chuck &amp;amp; Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02251900152666521568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/ChucknDeemar06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21152054.post-115491861262104310</id><published>2006-08-06T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T17:29:53.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moab Ut. Sunday Aug 6th.</title><content type='html'>Well, We made it to Utah on Aug 4th as planned. We set up camp on a mesa about 15 miles North of Moab. It's on BLM Land and is Free.  When we left Blue Mesa Reservior in Colorado, we did not want to wait in line at the dump station, so headed out. As it truns out there is not a lot of water available in this area.  So the second night here we checked into an RV park so that we could dump, fill the fresh water tank and clean up a few things. Today we moved back to the mesa and will likely stay here a week or two.. Here are a few pictures from the area. We have not been anywhere yet, except for groceries, and a few Geocaches. We will go to Arches and Canyonlands National parks later on in the week. We have 1 neighbor here, from Alberta Canada (very nice people) and they are about a qurater mile away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken at the first rest stop that we came to in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/Utah1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/Utah1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/Utah11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/Utah11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/Utah13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/Utah4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;States that we have visited so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/VisitedStatesMap.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/VisitedStatesMap.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;States that we have Geocached in so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/GeomapMed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/GeomapMed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21152054-115491861262104310?l=hhdals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/feeds/115491861262104310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21152054&amp;postID=115491861262104310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115491861262104310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115491861262104310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/2006/08/moab-ut-sunday-aug-6th.html' title='Moab Ut. Sunday Aug 6th.'/><author><name>Chuck &amp;amp; Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02251900152666521568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/ChucknDeemar06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21152054.post-115439626047333849</id><published>2006-07-31T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T06:45:23.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dillon Pinnicles" Hike.</title><content type='html'>Here is where we went hiking.  We started out at a little after eight in the morning.  I actually wanted to go around 6:30, but I did not get up by then, and Chuck did not wake me sooner, so we started a little later than planned.   It was probley a good thing however as it was a bit chilly when we started our hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are after this &lt;a href="http://www.geocaching.com/seek/cache_details.aspx?guid=280db228-4f26-4db8-870a-c0595b5d3119&amp;log=y"&gt;Geocache&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the way Chuck is taking this picture it looks like a little elf  in a hat with that shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/Sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/Sign.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up there somewhere is where we are headed.  The total hike was about four miles.  The first part of if started with some low rolling hills.  Nice easy and pretty.   As we progressed it got a bit steeper.  Then more steeper.  But then it sort of leveled off with walking a ways before a brief climb again. We had already hiked about 1 1/2 miles to this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/goinhere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/goinhere.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Only 100 yards to go.  Now it is as steep as a mountain goat climbs!!!  I am telling you, at one point we are (for a tiny ways) hugging between a rock and climbing with feets and hands on the side of a wall.  However, the drop would not of killed, so I was ok.  The steep side in Colorado Srings  railroad pass was a lot scaryer to me than this one.  We even passed an Owl's lair.  You can tell an Owl's lair cause of the discards of bones on the ground.   It was pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/almost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/almost.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The picture below  is a view from near our end point.  Notice we say NEAR our end point.  I do not know why photos do not show the prospective we see when we are sitting on a tree root looking at the bottom on what we could fall into.  Yeah, it was that high.  Love that tree root, even though it did put pitch on my left butt cheek.  Chuck sat on a rock above me.  (I was not sharing my tree root in fear I would lose my pirch and fall...all hands for themselves!!  Not really, that was a joke....I would of done SOMETHING if chuck would of fell....screamed or whatever.... SOMETHING)&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/View.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/View.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Our cache was tucked away in a Pinnacle like this.  No, we did not climb on of these things.  Are you kidding???  Me, afried of hights climb something like this??  No ropes, cables or a mule at the top to haul me up??  We are at the bottom of these things.  Pretty are they not??&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/Rocks.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/Rocks.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is looking back from where we came. You  see the bridge?, Well  the truck is parked out of site on the left end of it.....This is what we hiked up to get here.  However, those are the nice little rolling hills I was telling you about before.   For some odd reason chuck did not apply the one of us climbing the steep part.  Must be because he did not want you to see him all sweaty and his tongue hanging out.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/bridge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pretty pennicle picture.  It was worth every step of the hike.  It was so beautiful up there.  I wanted to follow the base of the pinnicles for awhile, and Chuck indulged me until we stopped for breakfast (peanut butter and celery and water...gatoride for chuck) and suggested to head down as it was getting dense with follage.  All in all, I can say I was quite proud of Chuck.  He did a great job of hiking this with one working lung and an artifical hip.  The last 1/2 mile took a toll on him, but like the macho man he is...he made it!!  (With his little wife tagging behind!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/rocks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/rocks2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21152054-115439626047333849?l=hhdals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/feeds/115439626047333849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21152054&amp;postID=115439626047333849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115439626047333849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115439626047333849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/2006/07/dillon-pinnicles-hike.html' title='&quot;Dillon Pinnicles&quot; Hike.'/><author><name>Chuck &amp;amp; Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02251900152666521568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/ChucknDeemar06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21152054.post-115420933233671166</id><published>2006-07-29T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T16:42:12.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"North Rim" Black Canyon of the Gunnison</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Chuck and I decided to go to the North Rim of the Gunnison Canyon.  The drive to the Canyon was just breathtaking.  Forest, trees, flowers and towering ridges of petrified ash such as in this picture below.   Yeah, it is petrified Ash from Volcanios a million years ago.  Personnally, that just boggles my mind.  To see history and know there was an earth so different from now is something that my little Pea Brain can not seem to grasp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/pinnicles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/pinnicles.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the North side of the Canyon you can see deeper into the Canyon than the South Side.  At least that is what it seemed to me.   Can you see that little river down in the center of the picture??  Well, that river is no small potatoes.  This is the narrowest part of the Canyon.  It is called "The Narrows".  It is where lots of Rock Climbers like to go, and lots of hikers.  They have to walk down 2 miles of straight down.  I am not sure if this is the place, (we did NOT hike down) but one of the rangers who does do a lot of rock climbing was telling us about a chain that has been placed so people can come up.  Hand over Hand.  You also need a permit before you go hiking down there, and you need a trail map to let the rangers know where your going.   I guess this is in case you do not come back, they have to know where to go get your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/GunnisonRvr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/GunnisonRvr.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from a lookout on that Rim.  This lookout is called "Knealing Camel".  If you look at the rocks to the left in the photo, you will see a humped shape.  The head and the back of a camel kneeling.  It was a pretty place and Chucks camera does such a better job than mine as he has a lens on his.  My dital cannot support a lens.  So he gets to take these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/River.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/River.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this picture of the snag is MINE.  Can you all see the beauty in this dead tree??  I thought some of these snags would make a beautiful watercolor.  Now, I just have to be able to bring it to life.   In this area we stopped to look over the rim, but I got so hung up on the snags, I took about 25 pictures of different ones.  I took close up, back up, real close up.  Just in case my little Pea Brain forgets detail.  It does that sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/CoolTrees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/CoolTrees.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last picture is really interesting in the fact that it shows how the rocks lie.  It looks like God is a good packer doesnt it??  He can fit all kinds of rock into all kinds of places.  The pink is granite and Quartz's.  All along the rocks and paths are mirror shiney pieces of stone that flake off if you peel them in layers.  It is very interesting.  I thought it would be wonderful to collect a whole basket full and use them for a varity of art projects.  Chuck did not like the idea of taking them all over the country with us, or for the fact that it was on National Forest and it might not be a good idea to take rocks from there, but the thought was there.  All them art projects just begging to be used.  Heck, they would be pretty arranged in concrete and slapped on the side of a house in the shape of a sun so it could catch the light and reflect in the evening dusk.  See what  a waste it was to leave it all there.  And there was TRILLIONS of it.  Yeah Yeah, I know, theres trillions of it cause some other husband made there wife leave it there.  Ok, enough for now.  Tomarrow we are going on a hike to Dillions Peaks.  In honor of our friends Dwight and Val Dillion.  We need to get close up pictures so they know what there are missing.   So in your honor dear friends, we will beat feet for you!!    Talk to you all later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/Layers.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/Layers.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21152054-115420933233671166?l=hhdals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/feeds/115420933233671166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21152054&amp;postID=115420933233671166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115420933233671166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115420933233671166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/2006/07/north-rim-black-canyon-of-gunnison.html' title='&quot;North Rim&quot; Black Canyon of the Gunnison'/><author><name>Chuck &amp;amp; Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02251900152666521568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/ChucknDeemar06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21152054.post-115401033074738144</id><published>2006-07-27T08:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T16:21:32.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boat Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chuck and I did the National Parks Service boat trip yesterday.  It is a seven mile trip into the Gunnison Canyon.  It was pretty amazing and from the 100 or so pictures we took very beautiful.   The walk to get to the boat (and back) is really pretty.  First you drive down into a canyon called Pine Creek.  Then you get to walk down 232 steps following a little waterfall the whole way down.  Not a good photo op on the waterfall, It is covered by alder trees and bushes, so there was not a clear shot.   Then you get to walk about 1/2 of a mile on a dirt and rock path to where the boat is docked.  This dirt and rock path is where the trussles of a train used to be.  It was taken out in 1949.  The boat is  a pontoon (sp?) like thing that sits lots of people.  We were lucky that there was only two kids on board and they were pretty well behaved.  (I have a hard time enjoying things when little kids are around crying and screaming)  Anyway, the scenery was wonderful.  We heard a lot of history of the place.  Chuck and I were not looking forward to the walk back up the steps, but it turned out not to be so bad as we though it would be.  Must be because we have been walking so much.  We did stop a couple of times and rest, but not LONG rest's, just enough to get the heart beat slower and catch a little better breath.   My butt does not fell firmer for it yet.  Matter of fact, that evening I asked Chuck if he was ready to go for our evening walk and he said he thought we had walked enough.  I did not think so, so I went to the camp host and asked for one of his dogs and took her for a walk around every loop of the park there is.  Probley about a mile or so going up and down gentle slopes.  That was a good walk.  The dog can keep good pace with me.  (sorry chuck...love you!!) &lt;br /&gt;Chuck keeps checking the amps on the solar panels.  It is up to 10 this morning but yesterday afternoon it was up to 34.  Chuck almost did an Irish Jig seeing that 34 !!!   It rains daily in the afternoon and yesterday there was more rain than normal.  The rain started about one, and quite about four.  Then it rained alot last night.   This is a good thing as it keeps the temps in the 80's and we like that.  No humidy afterwards either.  Not bad I say.&lt;br /&gt;The park is pretty much cleared out now that it is not a weekend.  We have met more of the neighboors in the area that are staying as long (or longer) than we are.  Nice people.  My favorites (although they do not have animals) are Steve and his wife Pat.  Steve is a retired military guy and is a barral of laughs.  He can take a good  joke and give it back just as well.  His wife is the same way.  Chuck has been letting him use our internet and Steve is grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;So today is a rest day for us.   I will start another watercolor.  Then I will read and watch the hummingbirds.  We now have about ten of them.  One is a most beau-t-ful male that is a fire red.  Red body, bright orange and yellow and red head.  Just beautiful.  He is the only one that does not take the agressive females crap.  Like I said, these birds are  our TV most the time.   I call it bird T.V.&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats it for now.  Tomarrow we go and see the North side of Gunnison Canyon.  That is a LONG drive to the canyon.  We will post as we go.   Bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/Trail1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/Trail1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trail leading down to the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/ChapitaFalls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/ChapitaFalls.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chipita Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/DenverRR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/DenverRR.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the peak used for the logo of the Denver Narrow gage Railroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/Trail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/Trail.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the beginning of the 1/2 mile trail to the boat dock. Actually the original RR trace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/Rocks.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/Rocks.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view from the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/Rocks1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/Rocks1.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another view from the boat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21152054-115401033074738144?l=hhdals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/feeds/115401033074738144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21152054&amp;postID=115401033074738144&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115401033074738144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115401033074738144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/2006/07/boat-trip.html' title='Boat Trip'/><author><name>Chuck &amp;amp; Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02251900152666521568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/ChucknDeemar06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21152054.post-115386272447376264</id><published>2006-07-25T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T16:29:25.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really did not want to add pictures this way, but Blogger was not letting me upload them the normal way. Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/257/11142/640/P7252181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 102, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/257/11142/400/P7252181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking North East from Camp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21152054-115386272447376264?l=hhdals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/feeds/115386272447376264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21152054&amp;postID=115386272447376264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115386272447376264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115386272447376264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-really-did-not-want-to-add-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuck &amp;amp; Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02251900152666521568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/ChucknDeemar06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21152054.post-115386269332924874</id><published>2006-07-25T16:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T16:24:53.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/257/11142/640/P7252180.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/257/11142/400/P7252180.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking North west from camp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21152054-115386269332924874?l=hhdals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/feeds/115386269332924874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21152054&amp;postID=115386269332924874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115386269332924874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115386269332924874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/2006/07/looking-north-west-from-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuck &amp;amp; Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02251900152666521568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/ChucknDeemar06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21152054.post-115386265237692780</id><published>2006-07-25T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T16:24:12.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/257/11142/640/P7252178.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/257/11142/400/P7252178.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking south from camp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21152054-115386265237692780?l=hhdals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/feeds/115386265237692780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21152054&amp;postID=115386265237692780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115386265237692780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115386265237692780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/2006/07/looking-south-from-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuck &amp;amp; Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02251900152666521568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/ChucknDeemar06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21152054.post-115386261202858605</id><published>2006-07-25T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T16:23:32.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/257/11142/640/Backyard.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/257/11142/400/Backyard.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out the back window&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21152054-115386261202858605?l=hhdals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/feeds/115386261202858605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21152054&amp;postID=115386261202858605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115386261202858605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115386261202858605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/2006/07/out-back-window.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuck &amp;amp; Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02251900152666521568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/ChucknDeemar06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21152054.post-115386256657457609</id><published>2006-07-25T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T16:22:46.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/257/11142/640/Camp.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/257/11142/400/Camp.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21152054-115386256657457609?l=hhdals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/feeds/115386256657457609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21152054&amp;postID=115386256657457609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115386256657457609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115386256657457609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/2006/07/camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Chuck &amp;amp; Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02251900152666521568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/ChucknDeemar06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21152054.post-115385474299016102</id><published>2006-07-25T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T09:27:16.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Mesa Reservoir, Gunnison Colorado.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We are in a campground called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.hikercentral.com/parks/cure/"&gt;Elk Creek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.  It is part of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.coloradodirectory.com/nationalparks/bluemesa.html"&gt;Blue Mesa Resorvor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; about 20 miles West of Gunnison Colorado.  It is high desert from what the ranger's say.  We have been lucky as it stays around  the 80's durning the day (82-87) and is in the high 40's low 50's at night.  Perfect sleeping weather.   Well, for some people.  Lately Chuck has been pushing me out of bed (really!!!) and sleeping on my side.  Being the sweet and patient wife I am,I just get up and go to his side.  I told him tonight we are making his side the same as my side.  We have an air mattress.  He likes his side HARD, I like my side Medium soft.  He says it is cause my side makes a Hole and he slides into it.  Personally, I do not believe that, I think he just likes my softy side cause when I am on his( hard as a rock) side trying to sleep (cause my sides are feeling like there on concrete) I have no problem staying on his side.   So Perfect sleeping weather for SOME people.  Other people are wives who like there husbands to get a good sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok, back to this country.  It is very pretty.  Yesterday we took a trip to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.americansouthwest.net/colorado/black_canyon_gunnison/national_park.html"&gt;Black Canyon of Gunnison.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  It is a amazing Canyon.  Even more so when you learn that it is Billions of years old. Billions.  It lets one know how small we are to Nature as the vastness of the Canyon is  great.  We have pictures and Chuck is posting some so you can see them.  The rock formations are incredible.  Pictures do not do justice to being there.  It was a sunny day and today I am sunburnt, so we are taking an easy day out of the sun.  Tomarrow, we are going on a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.nps.gov/cure/webvc/boattour.htm"&gt;Boat Trip&lt;/a&gt; put on my the National Parks system into a canyon.  So we say the Canyon by top, tomarrow we will see it from the water.   No white water stuff.  I am to much of a chicken for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My leg is doing great and this is wonderful as the hiking around here is worthy of us getting out of the truck.  Just a little ways from our camp (ok, a long ways, but worth the drive) is forest, mountain streams and beauty beyond comprehension.  Colorado is truly a beautiful state.  At least on the West side.  Chuck is still keeping me on a leash telling me not to overdo it when we hike.  This is good as I tend to have a small problem knowing when I am doing to much.   However, after we have dinner  and dishes are done I am making sure we go for a nice slow walk around the "loop"  of our camping area to help settle dinner and to say HI to all the dogs in the area.  Chuck will talk to the people while I talk to the dogs so it is a good trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Our first night here I was feeding the Chipmunks seeds.  I have since stop doing this as I was told that last year this park was closed because of the BlueBonic Plague.  It killed all the Prarie Dogs last year but not the chipmunks.  The Plague is carried by fleas and can affect humans also.  It is treatalbe in humans, but who the heck wants the Plage anyway!!!  With my luck I would be the one human to contact it.  So I have since stopped feeding the little critters so they and there fleas do not get to near me.  Unfortunally, these little critters know humans mean food and they are VERY bold.  I was doing a watercolor this morning, not paying attention to anything else and a chickmonk decided to run onto my feet so I would know it was there.   I jumped so high (it scared me) I scared us both.   He left.  Now he is back (Chuck has named him fatso) looking on the table and fireplace for any human leftovers.   We also have a humming bird feeder out (they are allowed) and the humming birds are enteraining us for hours on end.  We had seven here for a few hours and they were fighting over the bottle of nectar.  It was so loud and nasty that it attracted the attention of a mom and two girls walking.  I sat the girls in frount of the feeder so they could be close and told them to beware of the killer humming birds.  They laughed as the humming birds dived at them to get them back from the feeder.  These girls were about eight years old and very sweet.  They stayed her for a half hour enjoying the humming birds and filling my brain with all kinds of information about them.   It was very nice.   I petted there dog Molly the Collie. Mom (Karen) was a real nice lady also.  They will be back.  The humming birds guarantee it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We do not have cell phone service here, so anyone wants to contact us will have to do so by computer.  I want you all to know we are thinking of ours friends and family.  Those of you that have horses would love the riding in this area. Makes me wish Katie was still alive.  Those of you who have ATV's would love the ATV trails out in the mountains.  Once again, I would like to have ours here, but actually a horse would be better as the noise would not scare the wildlife.  Then the rest of us who just have the feets know that any trail is open to us.  Lots of hiking, fishing and swimming.    Well, I guess I better close now.  We will keep blogging and will post again later.  We are here until August 4th and then head north.  See ya all sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/GunnisonSign.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/GunnisonSign.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/Gunnison.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/Gunnison.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/Gunnison1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/Gunnison1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/Gunnison2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/Gunnison2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21152054-115385474299016102?l=hhdals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/feeds/115385474299016102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21152054&amp;postID=115385474299016102&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115385474299016102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115385474299016102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/2006/07/blue-mesa-reservoir-gunnison-colorado.html' title='Blue Mesa Reservoir, Gunnison Colorado.'/><author><name>Chuck &amp;amp; Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02251900152666521568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/ChucknDeemar06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21152054.post-115301072210188195</id><published>2006-07-15T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T09:39:51.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorado Springs, CO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are in Colorado Springs now.  It is a really nice city from what we have seen so far.  This morning we went to the Garden of the Gods.  It is a natural rock formation park that is free to the public.  They have rock climbing classes there for people (althought we did not check into any classes so we do not know if they are park provided for a fee or from a pro shop) and nice sidewalks for people who are in wheelchairs and the general public.   It is a very nice place to visit.  For thoses of you who have fur babies (dogs) are allowed if they are on a lease. They even provide poo bags.  Actually, everywhere you go in This city has poo bag stations.  The parks, downtown and where ever we have went.   There are lots of people with there pets here and they are lots of bikers.  Both motorcycles and them on bikecycles.&lt;br /&gt;Chuck has provided a few pictures here for your all's viewing pleasure.  Tomarrow we are going outside the city to get some Geo Caches.  I think from what Chuck says we are to go on some hiking trails. That would be wonderful at any other time, but I am concerned for my leg, so we might (ok, I) not get to hike as much as I would like.  Hopefully it will be great, so far todays hike was good.  Chuck reminds me to go slow and easy and that helps.&lt;br /&gt;So we are happy and healthy.  It is nice to be in the mountains again.  Seeing trees, greenry and all that great stuff.  I had forgotten how good pine smells.  Very nice.   So take care of each other.  Write more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/Gog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/Gog1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/3Graces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/3Graces.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Graces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/gog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/gog2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/KissingCamels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/KissingCamels.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing Camels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;States that we have now visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/VisitedStatesMap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/VisitedStatesMap.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21152054-115301072210188195?l=hhdals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/feeds/115301072210188195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21152054&amp;postID=115301072210188195&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115301072210188195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115301072210188195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/2006/07/colorado-springs-co.html' title='Colorado Springs, CO.'/><author><name>Chuck &amp;amp; Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02251900152666521568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/ChucknDeemar06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21152054.post-115262441474767167</id><published>2006-07-11T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T12:48:09.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road again</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!!   As of tomarrow (July 12) we will be on the road again heading to Colorado.  Chuck and I are both way excited to get our wheels rolling.  I was released from the doctor three days ago and after we received our mail yesterday we now have no more keeping us here in Deming.  It has been wonderful seeing our family (well, part of the family)  but they understand our need to roam.  &lt;br /&gt;My leg is healing wonderful.  I heal fast and I am gratedful for this.  The tumor was the size of a cantlope with a small one the size of an orange sitting on top of it.  Both were removed and sent off to see what they were.  One was a fiberios tumor (non cancer) and the other one was a lipoma (fatty tumor).  My only restruction is I have to not walk much until the muscle heals (the big one had to be cut out from my leg muscle, it was inbedded inside of the muscle) and wrap my leg when I am sitting still.  I am looking forward to when I can excerise so I can get my skin back to the way it is suppost to be.  Because of the size of these things, my skin is enlongated, an NO the surgon did not listen to me about taking some skin off at the time of the surgery.  Figures.&lt;br /&gt;Chuck and I will probley not have internet until we set up somewhere in Colorado in a few days.  We plan on staying in a Casino parking lot in Albuquerque so Chuck can get more cigarettes and they have a wonderful buffet.  I am still not smoking and hope never to smoke again.  Chuck is still puffing away.  &lt;br /&gt; From Albuqerque I would like to stop in Sante Fe for a day or two so I can look around at the art Galleries there.  However, if we change our minds when I see the town, then we will procede onward.  Being we are not in a hurry, it is good to smell the roses.  I tend to want to see things I hear about, but when we get there, I find it is not as wonderful as I imagined, then I am not as interested.  This makes Chuck happy.  He is a wonderful husband who indulges his wife's wants (to a point) and lets her see for herself.  I have dispointed myself lots of times, so now I am learning not to beleive everything the Travel Channel says.  That station has more money than god and a lot of the times the things they show you cost MONEY to see.  Being the cheap skate I am, I am not willing to pay for some things.  Other things I am willing to pay as long as it is not much.  Cheap, yes I am.  Keeps fuel in the tank.&lt;br /&gt;Well all, I am out of here.  We will keep posted where we go.  Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21152054-115262441474767167?l=hhdals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/feeds/115262441474767167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21152054&amp;postID=115262441474767167&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115262441474767167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/115262441474767167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-road-again.html' title='On the road again'/><author><name>Chuck &amp;amp; Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02251900152666521568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/ChucknDeemar06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21152054.post-114859647214148195</id><published>2006-05-25T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T10:29:33.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deming New Mexico</title><content type='html'>Well, we made it to Deming Ok. Arrived on May 10th and boondocked on our property for the first week. Unloaded, Loaded, and repacked for the rest of our journey. Here is a picture of our camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/PropertyCamping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/PropertyCamping.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is called Boondocking in Style......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then moved to Dee's Uncles property and started the ole doctors appointments, getting mail and all that good stuff.  Planned on leaving the week before Memorial day but that did not happen. We will probably be here another couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee here.  Once again I have spoiled our travel plan's.    A few days before my doctors visit, I discovered a  baseball size round thing at the back of my leg.  Then it grew.  It is now about the size of a large grapefuit.  The doctor say's he thinks it is a fatty mass and he says this is very serious.  (I was joking about it, I think he thought I was not serious, but this is the way I "deal" with most things)  Anyway, he seems to think that it has been there for quite awhile, however, since I was so fat I never noticed it.  I asked why I did not feel it (Like I am now) and he said because it was encrusted in fat and tissue. Now that I have lost over 60 pounds my leg is thiner and I can sure see and feel it.  Anyway, now it sticks out like another butt growing on my leg.  It extends from the middle of the back of my leg, around the to the inside of my thigh.&lt;br /&gt;I get to have more surgery.  Doc says that is the only way to remove something this big.  So I go under the knife once more.   I have high hopes that the doctor who does the surgery will tighten up the skin on that side and make it plastic surgery beautiful.  Then I will only have to pay for the other side to be done.  Of- course, maybe he would give me a break doing the other side to!!  Chuck say he does not think so, and from what I read on the internet, he is probley right.   I go in next Tuesday for a consulation.  I hope they can do it like the next day so we can get on the road.  I would just hate  to ruining Chucks summer like I did last summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, life is good.   I am loving the dogs here.  Gary has four dogs here.  The inside Taco dogs and one big mix stray called Red Dog.  Well, she is not a stray now, she is family.  The sweetest dog ever.  I always get a kick out of the little dogs when they are with me and Chris or Chuck comes up to me.  They get attacked.  I am their human to sit on and no one ever better get between me and them!!!&lt;br /&gt;Gary and Chris like the fact that I am here to cook for them.  Chris says his Grandpa doesn't cook as good as we do.  But the reality is that while I am here, Travis is not making Chris help with the cooking so he learns to cook.   I know that kid game!!!  However, either way, they all get food and I do the dishes.  (Gary has a dishwasher)  I had big plans to clean the house today, but instead we went Geo Caching.  Tomarrow is another day and I will be nice and clean Garys house then.&lt;br /&gt;Today is Chris's last day of school.    I wonder how "bored" he will be in two days!!&lt;br /&gt;Travis (our son) is doing good with his Real Estate out here.  He has had a few sales and is currently in the process of buying some property of his own to resale.  It amazes me that in just a few months how much the area has grown.  They have had a 30% growth rate, most of these people are retired.  Nope, don't include us.  We are not ready to settle down yet, nor is this our paradise.  There is no ocean here.  No tree's.  Way to windy that snap's that sand and dirt around until the inside of the house has a thick covering all over the floors.  Nope, not  our paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have done several Geocaches while here and some of them were real bears. The following is a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/IndianPostOffice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/IndianPostOffice.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some really cool mines around this area.  These rocks are almost a red color and very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/LuckyMine1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/LuckyMine1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the remains of a mine shaft.  It took us a long time to find this cache. It was well hidden.  Course, I was weiry of snakes, but there were none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/CityofRocks1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/CityofRocks1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck up on a rock getting his bearings.  This in in City of Rocks state park.  nice little park.  We found three caches here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/TheLittleGap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/TheLittleGap.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Travis and the cache we found. Notice how high up he is.  We rode the ATV's out here over hill,  arroyo's and around catcus. It was quite a fun ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/Luckymine2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/Luckymine2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think these are cool.  They are markers telling you the mine is abandoned.  Like the debris is not enough to know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is our life so far.  There are some beautiful places out here to explore.  Chuck and I will be going into Mexico in a day or so as I want to get my teeth cleaned.  We will do another Geo Cache in Pacho Villa State Park and another in Columbus before we go into Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;We hope you lives are filled with fun and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21152054-114859647214148195?l=hhdals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/feeds/114859647214148195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21152054&amp;postID=114859647214148195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/114859647214148195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/114859647214148195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/2006/05/deming-new-mexico.html' title='Deming New Mexico'/><author><name>Chuck &amp;amp; Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02251900152666521568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/ChucknDeemar06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21152054.post-114497307426983801</id><published>2006-04-13T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T10:16:33.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter is over.</title><content type='html'>Well folks, winter is over and it's time to hit the road again. (finely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are picking up, cleaning up, washing, and waxing everything to get ready for the road.  We will leave San Benito on May, 2nd and make the long trek to Corpus Christy..(about 150 miles) Don't want to  get in too big a hurry. We will probably spend 2 or 3 days there then head up to Whortin TX. (another 150 miles) We will likely spend 2 to 3 days there also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we will stop in San Antonio for a couple of days and visit friends. From there we will head for Deming NM and should arrive there mid to late May. After that we are not sure yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a recent Geocaching adventure we ran into this little guy. Dee was pretty sure he wanted to go with us, but I finely convinced her that he was very happy where he was. He would probably miss his ma anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/tortoise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/tortoise.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah, It is me now, the Dee!!  Ha ha  Yes, I did want that Turtle sssooo bad.  I had a real fight with my inner little girl telling me to take it (ok, she was crying for the Turtle) and then there was the adult me that kept reminding myself that it will shit all over the RV.  It will NOT be happy in a confined area, and it will NOT like walking on a leash.  So I let Chuck talk me out of it.  But not before I picked it up and it pooped all over me.  Guess my little girl did not get her way!!  See the fun we have while we Geo Cache!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/DeeTortois.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/DeeTortois.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we get our little rolling apt cleaned and scrubbed we are going to have to go a day next week and do some more caching.  We are going to do a lot in Corpus Christy as it seems to be a Geo Caching Mecca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost 50 pounds so far.  I figure I have about 40 or 50 to go and then Chuck can have himself a trophy wife.  Well, a half of a trophy wife, I think I might me a bit old for much of a trophy, but the thought is there.  Chuck, he does not seem to mind either way.  He has been very helpful to me lately in making me think about what I am doing before I hurt myself.  This is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so looking forward to getting on the road again and seeing things.  I guess I better go now as Survivor is almost on.   Take care of your loved ones and make sure to let them know you love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21152054-114497307426983801?l=hhdals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/feeds/114497307426983801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21152054&amp;postID=114497307426983801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/114497307426983801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/114497307426983801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/2006/04/winter-is-over.html' title='Winter is over.'/><author><name>Chuck &amp;amp; Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02251900152666521568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/ChucknDeemar06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21152054.post-114202469324753489</id><published>2006-03-10T14:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T14:19:29.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>March 2006 Diaz Ordaz</title><content type='html'>Tuesday March 7th, Two Couples and I went on a bicycle ride to Mexico. We took the trucks about 60 miles to a town called Los Ebanos. We then unloaded the bikes and boarded the ferry which travels across the Rio Grand River into Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/BorderCrossing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/BorderCrossing1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ferry is hand drawn and hold 3 cars and a few bicycles. It's $.75 cents to cross. There is then a 1.5 mile ride into the town of Diaz Ordaz. About 2 tenths of a mile in, we stopped and picked up a Geocache, the continued on. Diaz Ordaz is a fair sized town and is a typical laid back Mexican town. Some streets are paved and some are not. We rode around taking turns leading and seeing what roads went where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped for lunch around 11:30, and a fine lunch it was. Then we continued on our bike tour. Not long after that we had to stop by for      Ice Cream (It was hot!) to cool off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/ParkingLot1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/ParkingLot1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a few more miles we decided to call it a day and headed back to the ferry and back to Texas. All in all a very good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parking lot before crossing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/ThereisMexico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/ThereisMexico.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ferry ride across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/GoingtoTown.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/GoingtoTown.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/Town.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/Town.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/IceCream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/IceCream.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cream stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/Return.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/Return.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returning to Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/320/us.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People departing the ferry on the Texas side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21152054-114202469324753489?l=hhdals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/feeds/114202469324753489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21152054&amp;postID=114202469324753489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/114202469324753489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21152054/posts/default/114202469324753489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hhdals.blogspot.com/2006/03/march-2006-diaz-ordaz.html' title='March 2006 Diaz Ordaz'/><author><name>Chuck &amp;amp; Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02251900152666521568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/473/2045/1600/ChucknDeemar06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
