Wednesday, October 10, 2018
Recovery from Embarrassment; Stone Mountain; Hilton Head, SC; Linus; Air Bag Problems; Porn??? Darien, GA; Home!
Okay, in our last post, My Lovely Bride (AKA "MLB" or "Suzanne") was mortified by the reaction she got from some (probably young, good-looking) redneck guys concerning her attire, but I digress... she recovered, and in the process of avoiding Hurricane Florence, we moved on southward. Somewhere along the way, we saw this door sign... frequent readers know my feelings towards lawyers.
Our campground was in Stone Mountain Park, on a hillside, where I had total trust in MLB to guide me back into our designated site. Another 10 feet, and we would have been down the hill into the lake! (Newcomers to this blog may note that our coach looks much like a Greyhound Bus! But we are living aboard for 6 months each summer, and Suzanne has indicated that a 6x6 ft tent is unacceptable...)
Two days of kayaking and hiking later, we headed for Hilton Head, South Carolina, where we linked up with two of our dearest friends, Irene and Tony Vouvalides. We are linked spiritually to this lovely couple by our shared grief, having both lost beautiful daughters, our Susan and Irene and Tony's Carly. (In fact, today would have been Carly's 30th birthday). Irene leads the Hilton Head chapter of Helping Parents Heal, and is Vice President of that organization which does so much to bring healing and consolation to parents who have lost a child (and some more than one).
Linus was Carly's beloved Golden Doodle, and is the sweetest dog we have ever met. Gretchen still barks at him occasionally, but Rudy accepts him pretty well. Our mini Dachshunds can walk under Linus' belly without touching!
While in Hilton Head, I spotted this car with three stickers. (Note that the nearest military base is Parris Island, where young Marines enter into the service of their country at boot camp. The three blue stars on the one on the left indicates that the family has three sons or daughters serving in the military. The Marine Corps eagle, globe and anchor on the right is darn well self-explanatory. The sticker at lower right is hard to read, but has two parts; the left side with "Your Kids", and four figures; the right side, labeled "My Kids", also has four figures, with three holding rifles. Very impressive... I honor the entire family for their patriotism, sacrifice and service to our nation.
Suzanne drove back to Hilton Head, and I limped into the Freightliner repair shop in Summerville for repairs. Tony drove up to Summerville and drove me and the puppies back to Hilton Head for a party at his house. I asked him to call when he was five minutes out. I got his call, "Ty, I'm in front of the porn store!" "What??? I don't know where the porn store is... Tony, are you sure they have those here? Summerville is a family-friendly town!"
36 hours later, we were fixed. Our technician, Eric, showed us the failed air bag support...
Back "in battery", as Navy gunners say, we headed south another day and visited more dear friends, Mike and Beth Pasakarnis. Their son Wolf (Mike, Jr.) was killed by lightning like our Susan, and we are very close. They had recently moved from Mashpee, Mass, to Darien, Georgia. Here are Mike and Beth with some of Wolf's mementos in his room. (If you haven't read Suzanne's book, Wolf's Message, it is a winner!)
Another days drive brought us home to the Villages, in central Florida. It had been six months to the day, and 10,910 miles of driving, as far west as Scottsdale, AZ and Boise, Idaho, and as far east as Fredericton, New Brunswick, Canada. Another great summer, meeting and helping many wonderful people along the way. We are enjoying sitting on our patio and looking at the live oaks behind our house...
Posted by Ty and Suzanne Giesemann at 6:03 PM
Monday, October 1, 2018
Newport, RI; Alpacas and Hinckleys! Northern Virginia; Appalachian State University; Boone, NC; An Embarrassing Moment
Bar Harbor was great for kayaking and lobster, but it was good to get away from the mosquitoes when we turned the bow of the coach southwest and headed for our next destination, Scarborough, Maine, south of Portland. The weather was beautiful and our 15-mile bike ride through the marsh and pines was bug-free!
A few hours south were our old Navy stomping grounds in Newport, Rhode Island. Between us, we had about five years of time in Newport, one of the most delightful summer vacation spots in the world. (Oh, and they also have lobsters!) On arrival, we went for a long walk around the naval base to see what had changed... a lot! One of the new buildings was the Naval Leadership and Ethics Center. Both Suzanne and I had taught the subject, and I wish that it was mandatory for US senators... after having watched a bit of the circus called the Judiciary Committee, they could use a refresher course... but I digress...
We had an invitation from old sailing friends, Jim and Judy McGuire, to visit their farm in Wickford. Imagine our surprise when Judy, who is a wild bird rehabilitator, asked, "Would you like to meet our alpacas?" The two in the back are mother and daughter. All three have the sweetest dispositions you could imagine, and faces that would melt the coldest heart!
Because of their warm fleece coats, the alpacas had been shorn for the summer. They look a bit odd having been trimmed, but it must be a lot more comfortable.
Sailing is in Suzanne's blood and mine, so we were thrilled when we got an invitation from Ben Riggs, a retired Navy fighter pilot, to take us out on his Swedish Albin 30 sloop. Here we are under great sailing conditions off Newport on Narragansett Bay, with a big Hinckley 45 footer off our quarter. Newport offers some of the premier sailing in the world, and many circumnavigators start their voyages here. Racing is extremely popular, since the America's Cup races were held here for over 50 years.
Ben is a great racing sailor, but even his skills couldn't keep the much larger Hinckley astern. (Size does matter...) She is certainly a beautiful yacht. In fact, we had driven by the Hinckley yard in Southwest Harbor, Maine, when we were in Bar Harbor. (I really need to start buying lottery tickets.) Experienced sailors may note that her mainsail is luffing a bit; that's due to the fluky winds that occur when the laminar wind flow over a sail is disrupted by another boat just upwind.
I was just finishing a long walk at our campground along Burma Road north of the base when I saw a strange vehicle on the nearby train tracks - a "rail bike". They come in 2 and 4 seaters, and are quite popular amongst the tourists here. They are also used in Oregon, in the Adirondacks and in Korea.
We left the cool Newport weather and headed south to northern Virginia, where Suzanne had an event at Unity of Fairfax. We had dinner with our good friends Colleen and Doug Smith and Kathy and Andy McMannis from Helping Parents Heal, and got a taste of 21st Century Washington, DC, traffic, which was at least twice as bad as when we lived there in the 80s and 90s. Unfortunately, our staff photographer was off for a few nights, probably hunting nutria in Louisiana...
I should reintroduce the members of our team, for new readers. Here is Suzanne, also known as My Lovely Bride, AKA MLB...
Our Senior Resident Canine is Rudy the Sailing Wiener Dog, now age 13, getting a bit grey around the muzzle... he has been mistaken for a short Irish setter by several young women attracted to his handsome visage. (Yep, he's a Babe Magnet!)
Our next stop, a bittersweet one, was at Appalachian State University, in Boone, NC, where our daughter Susan had been a student. A retired English Professor, Dr. Tom McGowan, had learned of Susan's Marine Corps service and death on active duty.
Being a former Marine himself, Dr. McGowan arranged for Susan's name to be placed on the memorial at the university. Susan is the only woman on that list. He invited us down for a visit, and we had the privilege of meeting him, visiting the memorial, getting a personal tour of the campus, and having lunch in the student union. It meant a lot to us, and I know Susan was there watching over our shoulder.
While in Boone, I went for a hike, and passed this herd of goats on a woodpile... I'm not sure of the exact meaning of why they are standing on a woodpile, but am sure it makes perfect "goat sense"...
Farther down the road was a tiny chapel in back of a private home. It warms my heart to see such dedication to one's faith in a very remote, rural area...
Even though I don't watch TV shows about flipping houses, I found this fixer-upper that has promise... (of what, I'm not sure...)
Finally, in the hopes that she doesn't read this before it goes to press, I have to expose (in a matter of speaking) one of My Lovely Bride's most embarrassing moments. We were at a military campground, and we had no plans to interact with anyone all day. Suzanne decided to wear a shirt that was given to her as a gift by a friend, but which she told me privately she could never wear in public. Later in the morning we found out we had to change campsites, so while I dealt with the bus and the car, Suzanne went into the campground office to check in. There were four young "redneck" guys standing around chatting with the desk clerk, and when they saw Suzanne, they all gave her what she described to me as sh__-eating grins". She didn't realize what that was all about until she looked down and realized she had forgotten to change her shirt...
Posted by Ty and Suzanne Giesemann at 5:06 PM