One of the most important reasons for our move to South Carolina was to be near our dear friends Irene and Tony Vouvalides. Irene is the Vice President of Helping Parents Heal, and she and Suzanne are like sisters... Tony is a retired elementary school principal, and an expert ship model builder. He is such a craftsman that the Smithsonian asked him to restore a model of the schooner America, the yacht that won the silver cup that became the America's Cup for 153 years. Tony wanted to build a kayak, and ordered a kit from Chesapeake Light Craft. Lest you think that a kit is easy to build, I can assure you that it is not; here is Tony with some of the materials...
Tony, John Friday and I worked on the kayak off and on for several weeks, stitching and gluing, sanding, and epoxying - making good progress on her, and seeing her lines come together.
Our summer tour departure date came and we had to leave before she was completed, but Tony sent some pics of his new kayak, and she is a beauty!!! He is looking forward to getting her out on the water, and Irene is happy to get her garage back for her car!
Our new puppy Nellie is growing like a weed, and is a real lap dog... she loves to lie touching us, like she did with her mom and siblings.
After we departed SC, we stopped in a couple of lakeside campgrounds, this one in Georgia. There was a nice hiking trail around the twin lakes, which provided a pleasant change from the 65 mph driving on the Interstate.
A stop in Atlanta allowed us to spend some quality time with Lynette Setzkorn, Suzanne's Scheduling Princess. Lynette is a fabulous writer, and has a terrific blog, https://anunexpectedmystic.com, which I recommend highly...
Moving west, we arrived in Tupelo, Mississippi, where we were joined by Ingrid Honkala, a marine scientist who has seen beings of light since she was a child. Ingrid was a recent guest on Suzanne's Unity Radio Show, Messages of Hope. While she and Suzanne discussed spiritual topics, Ingrid's husband Mike and I discussed Navy stuff...
Mike is a retired Navy Special Ops guy who trains security teams around the world. They traveled up from Bay St. Louis, MS, with their son David, and spent the day with us at our Tombigbee State Park campsite. I've always wanted to have a physique like Mike's... he could probably bench press 250 lbs... maybe if I start going to the gym twice a week... my internal voice is saying, "Ain't gonna happen, Ty!" Sigh...
Westward Ho, on to Memphis, Tennessee, where My Lovely Bride had an appointment at the Memphis Drum Shop... but for a very cool gong, thanks to a friend back in Hilton Head, Candace Blair. Suzanne has taken up the gong as part of her spiritual practice, in particular for sound therapy and meditation. Candace had introduced us to the gong in a special "gong bath", and even I had a transformative experience, when she created haunting sounds much like the songs of humpback whales that I had listened to for years on Navy ships' passive sonars. Nellie seems fascinated by Suzanne's gonging as well.
While in a nearby campground in Marion, Arkansas, we saw this wrecked trailer, and asked one of the staff about it. He told us that a straight line wind storm had come through and toppled a huge tree onto the trailer with a couple inside, but miraculously they weren't hurt. This could ruin your whole week!
Our next stop was in Ozark, Arkansas, where we stayed in a small campground owned by a vineyard operator. We hadn't eaten out in a restaurant for awhile, so we made a reservation. We only had one real mask, so I improvised with a couple of purple doggie poop bags (unused). I received some strange looks from the other diners...
Moving west, we refueled at a truck stop that also had a staff member who opines... or at least that's what I surmised when I saw this sign.
Our next stop was Tulsa, where Suzanne gave her Serving Spirit mediumship class, the first in-person event since the Wuhan virus struck the US. Then on to a two week stay in Flagstaff, where we met up with our friends Janean and Jack Quigley. Janean leads the Helping Parents Heal affiliate group here, and Jack is a surgeon. They took us on a mountain bike ride through the national forest, but on E-bikes for the first time. What a hoot! You can pedal all day, but when you need an extra boost going up a steep hill, you twist a throttle like on a motorcycle, and Presto Zingo, you are screaming uphill almost effortlessly! Way Cool!
More about our time in Flagstaff next time, but in wrapping up this post, Suzanne and I want to wish you all a safe and happy Independence Day, otherwise known as the 4th of July. Our wonderful country is 244 years old this week! Suzanne and I are also celebrating our 24th wedding anniversary TODAY!!! Yee Ha!!!
This is a short post, but a positive one, after a walk around our campground in Flagstaff, AZ. I have been pretty bummed out by the infantile, moronic, criminal and frankly stupid anarchist actions of some of our young people in several of our major cities. But today, we met a young woman of 19-20 who is on her way to US Navy boot camp to start a new career and serve her country. She was from a family with several generations of sailors and Marines going back to WWII. She was so enthusiastic about joining the Navy that she had started a serious physical fitness program, lost 80 pounds, and met the run and push-up requirements to make it to boot camp. This was not an easy task. She said that after her rigorous fitness program, boot camp would be easy. (It is a minority of kids her age that can even qualify to serve, much less have a positive attitude about boot camp, which is meant to stress young recruits and raise their breaking points.) Unlike the pampered snowflakes in many elite universities, military personnel are trained to accept hardship. She reminded me a lot of my daughter Susan, who was a career Marine sergeant before we lost her in 2006 to a bolt of lightning. Most kids are raised well, with decent values, but some lose their way to foolish ideas or drugs, and only want to destroy the country they were blessed to be born and raised in. Having been to 65 countries across the globe, I can assure you that there is nowhere that even approaches the USA. I have lived for years in Europe and Asia, and would not want to live anywhere but here in the USA. While imperfect, our nation provides equal and unlimited opportunities to anyone willing to work hard, regardless of color, faith or creed. Few countries around the world have these opportunities. This young woman restored my faith in the youth of America... at least the ones who have not been corrupted by the evil nihilistic philosophies of the main stream media and the radical intelligentsia. If I insult some of my readers, that's okay. God Bless the United States of America.
On the road again... It's June, and I haven't posted since October. We have had some difficult times, and frankly, I haven't felt much like writing. We had been in our new home in South Carolina for about 3 weeks and had just finished unpacking boxes when I was scheduled for a simple outpatient medical "procedure" to clear an obstruction in my throat, an esophageal diverticulum. The procedure, which the doctor assured me would take about an hour, and then I'd be on my way home for a hike or a bike ride, involved the doc using an endoscopic laser to remove the offending tissue that was obstructing my throat. Imagine my surprise (nay, consternation) when I awoke in a post-surgical ward with a 4 inch incision in my throat, drain tube from my chest, a feeding tube through my nose and an IV, and found that I had five days to spend in the hospital in Savannah, an hour's drive from home. I DON'T LIKE SURPRISES!!! The worst came that night when I almost bled out from a ruptured jugular vein. Thanks to an exceptional senior resident, my near death event turned out as well as could be expected. But recovery has been very slow, and for two solid months I endured serious insomnia. IT WAS NOT FUN!
Then on Christmas Day, we lost our precious little Gretchen, one month short of her 14th birthday. She was a sweet, quiet little girl, and a world class, award-winning kisser. She never complained, and we miss her so much... Thanks to our dear friends Beth and Mike Pasakarnis who made her transition as painless as possible. We know she is still with us as an Angel Dog...
On the positive side, we are all settled into our new house. Suzanne is especially happy with her meditation room where she also does readings, her weekly radio show and on-line courses. Our back yard backs up to a small lagoon, and one day this great blue heron was seen walking around. We don't go near the water's edge because of the alligators...
Thanks to a dear friend, Jean Marie Randall, I now have a proper sign for my very own parking place!
The beach at Hilton Head is a great place to walk, and Suzanne even found an office with a view...
We also get out for bike rides and long walks in our community, which has a small nature preserve and several ponds, including this one where the sunset views are spectacular.
The fishing is usually pretty good from a nearby dock... this cute fisherwoman is happy with her catch... "Great job Suzanne, just get 30 more and we'll have a meal!"
After we lost Gretchen, we found that we needed another little girl to lighten up our lives. We also thought that Rudy, who was used to playing with his little sister for the past 14 years, would benefit from a playmate... well, batting 50% isn't too bad... Meet Nellie, a long haired English Cream Dachshund... she weighed only 2 1/2 lbs when she joined our pack.
Nellie likes napping on her back, alongside her favorite chewtoys... it's also a good way to get a belly rub from Mom and Dad!
For the first couple of weeks, she also slept on Suzanne's throat, which was a little weird....
Rudy's initial reaction was positive, but at the end of the first day, we are sure we heard him say, "Wait... do you mean that she is staying???" Rudy is 15 years old, and pretty set in his ways... and he can be a bit grumpy - adjusting to this new little girl has been tough for this old dog.
Finally, we see that they are getting along pretty well... sometimes. Here is Rudy teaching Nellie how to use the water bowl...
I will continue with short blog posts until I catch up with life in South Carolina and on the road. Our travels this summer will take us through Atlanta, Tulsa, Flagstaff, Zion National Park, Salt Lake City, Boise, and into the mountains of Idaho, Montana and Wyoming, then back home via Longmont, Kansas City, Tuscumbia, Chattanooga, Charlottesville, Fairfax, and Asheville. We are looking forward to our adventures through the Heartland and the mountains, happy to be back on the road to see our great country and meet more wonderful people!
The day after our dinner with The Army in Longmont, we drove to Denver airport for Suzanne to board a flight to Scottsdale... but the trip to the airport wasn't without "its moments". I had called the day before to see if the departure area could accommodate our 13' high, 8' 6" wide , 60' long motor coach and car towed astern. The police lady laughed and said, "Sir, there is an 8' 6" limit there; you might want to drive to the Mt. Elbert shuttle lot." Thank you, ma'am!!! Even so, I still had to disconnect the car when I got there because the map didn't show a dead end on the road to the shuttle lot. Sigh...
While Suzanne was in Arizona at the Scottsdale Soul Summit, the puppies and I drove across country to Cincinnati, where she would meet us. We stopped in Wakeeney, Kansas; Lee's Summit, Missouri; Grayville, Illinois (really); and North Bend, Ohio. It was a long trip, but fortunately, Rudy is a pretty good bus driver, especially in cruise control, although we have to be careful because his legs are so short that he has difficulty reaching the brake pedal. Gretchen is the lookout, and will bark at him when cars cut in front of us and we need to brake.
Rudy reads voraciously, and one of his favorite books is The Art of Racing in the Rain, by Garth Stein. He loves to race, and we had to put a speed limiting governor on the bus to keep our speed down below 80...
While crossing Kansas, I stopped at the Eisenhower Presidential Museum and Library in Abilene. It's an amazing museum, and as an "I Like Ike" guy, I was particularly grateful to have the opportunity to experience this national historic site and learn more about Dwight David Eisenhower. I recommend it highly to every American.
Sunset is always a favorite time of day for me, partly because I'm not crazy about getting up before dawn... this photo was taken while on a walk near our campground in Lee's Summit, Missouri. Just after taking it, I heard the yip-howls of several coyotes (ki-otes) (Canis latrans) in the distance. They are rarely a threat to humans, but dogs are often prey of the prairie wolf, as they were known in the 18th-19th Centuries. They are found in almost every state today.
When Suzanne joined us in Cincinnati, we had some special time with Ty and Brian Smith, dear friends who are also Shining Light Parents. Ty and I share the same nickname (she is Tywana and I am Tyler), and Brian and Suzanne are both authors. Ty and Brian opened their home for Suzanne to use for a SHIFT Network interview (see Suzanne's web site for more info). This was the first time we had been to Cincinnati, and unfortunately, we only had one night there. (Maybe next year.) But Ty and Brian allowed Suzanne to do a radio interview with SHIFT Network CEO Stephen Dinan from Ty's meditation room...
From Cincinnati, we drove east to West Virginia, and then to Maryland, where we met up with a great sailing friend, Jim W., a Vietnam era Navy guy who became an airline pilot and an accomplished sailboat captain. We have met up with Jim and Dianne twice during our cross-country trip, and look forward to more time with them in the future (they were staying at a friend's house... a tiny hovel...
While in Maryland, My Lovely Bride had a radio show scheduled... when booking our campgrounds, I always ask whether they have AT&T or Verizon cell service, or good Wi-Fi. When we checked into our campsite at an Elks Lodge on the Eastern Shore of Maryland, everything looked great.. Our next door neighbors in another RV had asked me to have a beer with them at the Elks Lodge Bar, which had a secure door that you had to ring a buzzer for, and the bartender would buzz you in. We were at 30 minutes into her show, when everyone in the bar was shocked to hear a loud banging on the door, and there is a CRAZY WOMAN, fortunately not carrying a weapon, trying to get into the bar. I said to the young bartender, "Michelle, please let her in, it's my wife, not a psychopath..." Suzanne rushes in, and yells, "I need anyone's cell phone, right NOW!" Our neighbors (in a mild state of shock) gave up their cell phone, and MLB (in Commander Mode) proceeded to find a table in the corner, away from most of the bar noise, and continued her radio show... turns out that her AT&T cell phone dropped off line, and she had no communications with the techs back in Lee's Summit, Missouri, at Unity Village... it was one of those "aw shit" moments that as a naval officer, she was prepared to overcome. Somehow, she maintained her sense of humor and finished the show with her listeners none the wiser, while I just had another beer with our friends who had to wait for her to finish with their cell phone.
From Maryland, we headed south down the Eastern Shore of Maryland and Virginia, one of the prettiest parts of the USA, lots of corn fields, rivers and estuaries, and small towns with homes of fishermen, crabbers and oystermen.
Our babies, Rudy and Gretchen, are almost 15 and 14 now, and sleep a lot; their favorite place is in their Dog Mom's lap, as you can see...
After a couple of VERY LONG driving days, we arrived back in Hilton Head, SC, and went to see our dear friends Irene and Tony Vouvalides. Our new house (still being built) is only 3 doors down from theirs, and they have been our personal project supervisors while we were on the road (much to the good-natured chagrin of our official construction project manager, who is a great guy). After parking our car in their driveway, Tony and Irene walked us down to see our almost-completed home, and had a bottle of Champagne ready to open when we got there, followed by one of Irene's gourmet dinners. It was a glorious last day of our 2019 Tour.
Finally, I must mention a note I received from six attractive young women (Shelley, Amanda, Jenny, Cathy, Jolene and Muffy) ... a note which initially surprised MLB, and provided a moment or four of consternation, but then ended in hysterical laughter. It read something like this, "Ty, it was great meeting you, and we look forward to seeing more of you in the future..." Suzanne at first thought it was from some Hooters girls, but she calmed down when I told her, "No, Sweetheart, these were the nurses who did my colonoscopy..."
Okay, one last note and photo: To everyone who follows this blog, thank you for your kind notes, comments and support during our 2019 Summer Tour. We have been living in our RV since January, and are now staying in a campground about three miles from our new house. We hope to move into it in a month or so, but having this "hateful" view every day at sunset isn't all bad.
We returned from our Canadian adventure via the border crossing at Eureka, Montana. Having been to Paso Robles, Lodi, Sonoma and Napa, we had a few bottles of wine on which I didn't want to pay Canadian duty, so we had rented a small storage locker in Eureka prior to heading across, and we were happy to find that none had evaporated during our ten day absence. We stayed in a small campground with this fifth wheel and an unusual tow vehicle (okay, maybe the owner also had a truck, but it made a cute photo...)
When we got down to Missoula, we stopped in at the University of Montana for a walk with Rudy and Gretchen. Suzanne went on alert when she heard the music from the marching band, and we had to listen for a bit. She was a "bandie" in high school and college, and I would swear that she was about to grab a flute or piccolo from one of the college kids and show them how it should be played...
Everyone in America has passed by at least one used car lot in their lives, but Montana has a different commodity to sell...
We arrived in Bozeman and immediately set out for a hike. Stopping at this trailhead map, we opted for Bear Creek rather than Moonshine Gulch... I told Suzanne the creek was named that because it was shaped like a bear... she wasn't amused, but each of us did carry a can of bear spray. (Oh, and the trail sign had to have a bullet hole... after all, this IS Montana!)
Bozeman is where we were joined by our dear friend and neighbor, Tony Vouvalides, who is an expert trout fisherman. He has been fly fishing since he was a youngster, while I have only been using a fly rod for about 6 hours, if you count up the time I have actually held one. We went drift fishing with a guide for three days on the Yellowstone River. Tony out-caught me about 15-6...
but I enjoyed the scenery more. This would be a great river to kayak down, carrying your tent, sleeping bag, stove, etc. Maybe that's why I wasn't catching as many fish - you have to keep your eyes on a dry fly so that when a trout hits it for .00005 nanoseconds, you can strike and hook it. I think my reflexes are getting slow in my old age... but if I kayak-camped down the Yellowstone River, I would be sure to carry freeze-dried meals or Marine Corps/Army Meals Ready to Eat (MREs) in case the fish were on vacation in Tampa.
Each day on the river started chilly, like in the 40s, but warmed up into the low 70s by afternoon. Perfect weather for anything!
Our drift boats were different makes and models each day, but they all had a dory's double end, high bow and stern. The guide sat in the middle seat and rowed, mostly to keep the boat aligned with the current, to miss rocks, and to allow the fishermen a good casting angle. We averaged about 13 miles a day on the Yellowstone.
As I mentioned earlier, the scenery was very nice. Suzanne and I have a phrase that we use when we step onto a scene like this... "This is a HATEFUL PLACE!"
Here is a Happy Fisherman. Nice rainbow, Tony!
Picking the right flies to use is an art; it's called "matching the hatch", or more colloquially, "pulling it out of your butt"... this sign board in a fly shop suggested which flies were working on different rivers in the area. I particularly liked the innovative names, like Panty Dropper, Thunder Thighs, Dirty Hippie and Hippie Stomper.
Before Tony returned to South Carolina, we visited a grizzly sanctuary. Only one bear was out at the time, but Brutus was a big guy, about 800 lbs. Even carrying that much weight, an adult griz (Ursus horribilis) can still run at 25-30 mph, making them very quick when hunting elk, deer or hikers. (Just kidding... but we do carry bear spray when we're out in the woods.) Grizzlies live to around 22 years for males, 26 for females (male lifespans are shorter because of their seasonal breeding fights.) Alaskan bears tend to be much larger (up to 1,200 lbs) because of their richer diet of salmon. Interestingly, grizzlies and black bears rarely share the same territory, because the much larger grizzly is such an intimidating and overpowering competitor. "Apex predator" is such an apt description. When black bears do encounter grizzlies, they generally run or climb a tree to escape almost certain death/injury.
I remained in Bozeman after Tony departed and while Suzanne was speaking at the IANDS conference in Philadelphia, PA. I had to suffer through terrible scenery, such as when I hiked Chestnut Mountain. Even on a weekend, the trail was lightly traveled, with only 4 other hikers and a couple of mountain bikers sharing the trail.
I also got out on my bike a few times, although not on the very steep Chestnut Mountain trail. One of the advantages to not watching any TV is that we can spend more time outdoors. Montana is so beautiful and lightly populated; it's no wonder many Californians are leaving and settling here. Unfortunately, that migration is driving property values up, a complaint heard in Idaho, Wyoming and Utah as well.
After Suzanne returned, we drove through Yellowstone National Park to our next campground at the south end of the park, right near the Tetons. Yellowstone Lake is a gorgeous body of water, and on this day we didn't see a single boat out.
More "hateful" scenery to suffer through... but someone has to do it! If you haven't taken the opportunity to see these amazing national parks, you're missing some incredible places...
The Tetons are one of our favorite places. Named les trois tetons (the three nipples) by French voyageurs in the 18th Century, this small range of 12-13,000 foot plus peaks is only 40 miles long, and is paradise for backpackers and rock climbers. We only had a couple of days here, so we got out on a long bike ride with this backdrop. Life is good!
This photo by the great photographer Ansel Adams is worth sharing.
On the sad side of life, welcome to the newest member of our Parking Hall of Shame. We had stopped at a home furnishing store and parked next to this Nissan Rogue (appropriately named?) whose owner obviously had no regard for other folks' desire to park in front of the store in which she was shopping. Another lady in the store looked at the car's owner and asked her twice, "Why did you park across two spots like that? What were you thinking?" The Rogue owner refused to even answer, and just ignored the other woman completely.
Our next stop was Pinedale, Wyoming,on the west side of the Wind River Range. I had done a four day backpacking trip into The Winds a few years ago, and would like to re-post this photo from that trip - Titcomb Basin became one of my top 3 destinations on the planet that week.
On this trip, Suzanne and I did a great dayhike on the Sacred Rim Trail (Bridger-Teton National Forest). She was so impressed by the panorama here that she posted a video - you can watch it here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2yVj6uqVyqE&t=3s
The view down into the valley and to the mountains was incredible. Titcomb basin is located about 15 miles away in the background.
When we arrived in Pinedale, the mountains were almost clear of snow, except for permanent snowfields. On our last evening there, a cold front came through with temps in the 30s in our campground (actually in Boulder, WY). It's been a long time since we've experienced snow in the first week of September!
From Wyoming we drove to Longmont, Colorado, to visit with our dear friends Charlie and Elaine Cunis. We owed "Colonel Crusty" a meal from the last Army-Navy football game. The Cunis's have been married for over 50 years, and are two of the nicest people we know. (BEAT ARMY!!!)
While Suzanne was recording one of her weekly radio shows from Castle Cunis, the pups and I experienced a moderately bad lightning and hailstorm in the campground. No broken glass or dents, but lots of noise on the coach roof. After the storm passed, this double rainbow graced us with its beauty.
Finally, this sign inside a national park pit toilet either perhaps reflects the park service's desire for people to not read email while on the throne or to avoid acrobatics... I'm not sure which.
One of the most important reasons for our move to South Carolina was to be near our dear friends Irene and Tony Vouvalides. Irene is the Vice President of Helping Parents Heal, and she and Suzanne are like sisters... Tony is a retired elementary school principal, and an expert ship model builder. He is such a craftsman that the Smithsonian asked him to restore a model of the schooner America, the yacht that won the silver cup that became the America's Cup for 153 years. Tony wanted to build a kayak, and ordered a kit from Chesapeake Light Craft. Lest you think that a kit is easy to build, I can assure you that it is not; here is Tony with some of the materials...
Tony, John Friday and I worked on the kayak off and on for several weeks, stitching and gluing, sanding, and epoxying - making good progress on her, and seeing her lines come together.
Our new puppy Nellie is growing like a weed, and is a real lap dog... she loves to lie touching us, like she did with her mom and siblings.
After we departed SC, we stopped in a couple of lakeside campgrounds, this one in Georgia. There was a nice hiking trail around the twin lakes, which provided a pleasant change from the 65 mph driving on the Interstate.
A stop in Atlanta allowed us to spend some quality time with Lynette Setzkorn, Suzanne's Scheduling Princess. Lynette is a fabulous writer, and has a terrific blog, https://anunexpectedmystic.com, which I recommend highly... 
Moving west, we arrived in Tupelo, Mississippi, where we were joined by Ingrid Honkala, a marine scientist who has seen beings of light since she was a child. Ingrid was a recent guest on Suzanne's Unity Radio Show, Messages of Hope. While she and Suzanne discussed spiritual topics, Ingrid's husband Mike and I discussed Navy stuff... 
Mike is a retired Navy Special Ops guy who trains security teams around the world. They traveled up from Bay St. Louis, MS, with their son David, and spent the day with us at our Tombigbee State Park campsite. I've always wanted to have a physique like Mike's... he could probably bench press 250 lbs... maybe if I start going to the gym twice a week... my internal voice is saying, "Ain't gonna happen, Ty!" Sigh...
Westward Ho, on to Memphis, Tennessee, where My Lovely Bride had an appointment at the Memphis Drum Shop... but for a very cool gong, thanks to a friend back in Hilton Head, Candace Blair. Suzanne has taken up the gong as part of her spiritual practice, in particular for sound therapy and meditation. Candace had introduced us to the gong in a special "gong bath", and even I had a transformative experience, when she created haunting sounds much like the songs of humpback whales that I had listened to for years on Navy ships' passive sonars. Nellie seems fascinated by Suzanne's gonging as well.
While in a nearby campground in Marion, Arkansas, we saw this wrecked trailer, and asked one of the staff about it. He told us that a straight line wind storm had come through and toppled a huge tree onto the trailer with a couple inside, but miraculously they weren't hurt. This could ruin your whole week!
Our next stop was in Ozark, Arkansas, where we stayed in a small campground owned by a vineyard operator. We hadn't eaten out in a restaurant for awhile, so we made a reservation. We only had one real mask, so I improvised with a couple of purple doggie poop bags (unused). I received some strange looks from the other diners... 
Moving west, we refueled at a truck stop that also had a staff member who opines... or at least that's what I surmised when I saw this sign.
Our next stop was Tulsa, where Suzanne gave her Serving Spirit mediumship class, the first in-person event since the Wuhan virus struck the US. Then on to a two week stay in Flagstaff, where we met up with our friends Janean and Jack Quigley. Janean leads the Helping Parents Heal affiliate group here, and Jack is a surgeon. They took us on a mountain bike ride through the national forest, but on E-bikes for the first time. What a hoot! You can pedal all day, but when you need an extra boost going up a steep hill, you twist a throttle like on a motorcycle, and Presto Zingo, you are screaming uphill almost effortlessly! Way Cool!
More about our time in Flagstaff next time, but in wrapping up this post, Suzanne and I want to wish you all a safe and happy Independence Day, otherwise known as the 4th of July. Our wonderful country is 244 years old this week! Suzanne and I are also celebrating our 24th wedding anniversary TODAY!!! Yee Ha!!!
