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#WeekendCoffeeShare Road Tripping

April 9, 2017 7 Comments

If we were having coffee I would invite you to relax with a cup of tea or coffee of your choice.  It is getting warm (hot for most of you), so I have a couple of iced teas on hand to quench your thirst and take the edge off the heat.  We just returned from a road trip to take in the blooming trees and cacti.  We always intended to visit the Casa Grande Ruins National Monument, but have somehow managed to postpone the visit for years.  The place is out of the way, so we created an itinerary around it.  Initially we had planed to go to the Greek Monastery in Florence, then the ruins. When we passed the road to the monastery it was too early to visit, so we decided to drive a few more miles to a place we know and love, Queen Creek.

We stopped to shop and picnic at the Queen Creek Olive Mill which as expanded since we last saw the place.  It was swarming with customers, but the ample outdoor picnic space is ample. We purchased a few choice groceries and a mimosa for me, then headed out to the porch to enjoy our fare. After lunch we went across the street to the Schempf Farms for a little more gourmet grocery procurement before we hit the ruins, about 15 miles down the road.  My senior pass gets us in to all the National parks and monuments forever for free.  It is my favorite senior benefit.

The ruins must have been a complete wonder when first built.  The Casa Grande has such thick walls that even in the heat of summer the people could find great relief inside.  At one time when the rivers flowed these people had a great civilization, which vanished.  Like the Anasazi people the Hohokam had advanced agriculture that sustained a large population for a while.  Nobody knows exactly how and why they vanished.  The Parks Service does not restore, but does preserve the structures as much as possible.  It is impressive that it is still standing.  It gives one a very large sense of history.

If we were having coffee I would tell you I am still true to #NaPoWriMo, although I do not plan to combine the two this week.  I will write another one with a poem in it today. I am really impressed with many of the contributors this year.  I have been reading some very inspirational poetry of all kinds.  I never knew there were so many formal formats in use.  Some poets are incredibly flexible with all these various forms.  I just crank one out in some form every day, and am satisfied just to do that. How are your writing projects going?  I know many are going to novel writing camp this month. That seems like a very big challenge to me, but the poems I can handle.  How are you handling your latest challenges?

Me in ruins

Me in ruins

 

Thanks for stopping by today for a beverage and a visit.  I look forward to spending time on the weekends catching up with this talented group.  To read, comment, or submit your own coffee share post, please visit Nerd in the Brain.  Meet interesting writers from all over the world.

#WeekendCoffeeShare

#WeekendCoffeeShare

 

 

Arizona Highways #NaPoWriMo

April 7, 2017 1 Comment

Riding in the red Mustang down Arizona Highways in the spring
Psychedelic colors flash like cartoons across the landscape
Brightly blooming trees and cacti light up the desert and sing
Mysterious, haunting, and otherworldly, it is here we can escape
Taking in the wonders of nature, we heal our weary souls
Retreating into the beauty of the season we are made whole

We run with the roadrunners and hum with the hummingbirds

 

 

Please ride the poetry train this April at #NaPoWriMo.  You are invited to contribute, read, comment, or participate in some of the many contests happening this month.  You can follow both #GloPoWriMo and #NaPoWriMo on social media to discover more poets.

California Hot

September 15, 2015 2 Comments

Swami's

Swami’s

Southern California is a wonderful place to visit. I am lucky enough to be on a road trip with a friend who is doing all the driving. We are exploring some places that are new to both of us, then going to a hot spring to spa down before returning to Tucson. I have some aversion to driving here, but since I have been freed from the task I am really enjoying the trip. There are still hippies here. It is much hotter than I have ever known it to be, so many of the Californians are freaking out.  I am used to hot weather, but this is the strongest evidence I have experienced for global warming.  The beach sand burns your feet, and the ocean is amazingly warm.  The drought is obvious everywhere.  If any group of smarties can solve the water problem with science and technology I suspect that group would be in California.  I hope science will save the day so we can all continue to eat produce, drink wine and come out here to the beach.

sunset

sunset

woody

woody

bird of paradise

bird of paradise

 

Road Trip Epic

May 28, 2015 4 Comments

Christmas 1960 Pam & Father

Christmas 1960 Pam & Father

When Jack Kerouac was on the road with Neal Cassady they immortalized a time in America marked by dramatic change. In the 1950’s I was on the road frequently myself.  I lived in Pittsburgh and my paternal grandparents had a farm in Arkansas.  I went with my parents to visit the farm on holidays. We had a giant Buick sedan for most of my childhood.  The entire back seat was my space, complete with bedding and books.  My mom packed food and drinks so my dad could “make good time” on the road.  There was always time to stop at the catfish farm near Louisville, Kentucky to catch and eat catfish.  I was heavily into that place.

My 1950’s road trips in no way resembled the Beat generation experience.  When I read On the Road in the 60’s it was hard to imagine that we had been alive in the same 50’s decade.  My parents were into helping my grandparents in Arkansas then hauling back produce and meat from the farm to Pittsburgh.  The Beat Poets were into drinking, sexual experimentation, and living from hand to mouth.  My grandparents’ farm in Arkansas and Alan Ginsberg’s poetry farm had nothing in common, other than the word farm. Their worlds would never meet.  I listened to Ginsberg read Howl and other poetry on stage at Duke University as part of the cultural enrichment program in 1969. This performance might have shocked my parents to death, but they would have no contact with any such thing.  The road had changed significantly from the vision my parents cherished of America.  The times were a changing.

My parents continued to love driving and road trips until the end because it gave them a sense of freedom. We sang and played games in the car when I was a kid.  I did a lot of driving as an adult, but now am content to stay very close to home.  I drive less than 200 miles a month normally, which is just my style.  I am very glad, however, that I did hit the road early in life and often.  I have fond and vivid memories of exciting epic adventures that could only happen on road trips.  Do you have a favorite memory of travel by car, gentle reader?

 

 

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