Camp Blownstar Trip Day 8

Grand Junction Colorado

Dear Arizona State Police: Thanks for not catching me speeding.

Dear Utah State Police: Ditto.

I got up earlier than usual this AM just to take some pictures for my readers.

Here is the view from my room. Sorry no telephoto lens on my camera.

You can see the dam, the bridge across the Colorado, and part of Lake Powell.

I drove across the bridge and got this picture of Lake Powell.

I saw a picture of Lake Powell a few years back and it was really low. It looks like it has filled back up.

Then back across the bridge for this picture of the dam.

I'm kinda stuck to taking pictures from my car. It's too much trouble to get out the wheelchair and assemble it for a picture and I can't balance very well to take one standing up.

How many people know whom Lake Powell was named after? I do! I do! He was the first man to successfully take boats down the Colorado River through the Grand Canyon. Now people pay for that privilege.

There were some folks staying at the motel I was in who were gonna start a trip today. They had two crips with them so I rolled over and asked one of them a few questions. I've done the trip before and was wondering if I could do it again now that I'm a crip. This was this dude's third trip.

I stopped at Mickey D's to get some coffee on the way out. It was lukewarm. No one was gonna sue this one for selling coffee that was too hot.

I headed up to Four Corners. Since I was driving through the middle of Freaking Nowhere Arizona, I decided to turn the car loose. Holy crap! This car likes to go fast. And, unlike the Z3 which is a ragtop, this car is quiet. It's hard to believe when you look down at the speedometer and realize that you're going 95. Lest you think I was driving like a maniac, I was, but the roads were in good shape and there were plenty of straight stretches and passing lanes. There were also some sections made for roadsters and my 325 handled them well.

When I got to Four Corners, I asked the lady at the gate if I could get my wheelchair over the marker. Since I was in a wheelchair, I got in free. I had wondered why we never went there when I was a kid and we had been in the area on one of our trips. It was because you have to pay to get in. $3 a head. I don't know what it cost back then, but I know my parents wouldn't pay just to have us stand in four states at one time. We were rather poor. We camped. In a tent. Slept in sleeping bags. Cooked on a Coleman stove. It's the only way we could afford to travel.

I remember on the trip when we were out here Dad drove up Monument Valley on what he thought was a road. It was more like a dry creek bed. It eventually got us to a road.

There was a wheelchair ramp up to the marker and I rolled up and over it so I could say that I and my wheelchair had been in four states at the same time. And it was free! Mr. and Mrs. Wilson would be so proud.

And then it was off to Grand Junction. As I was leaving the town of Moab, this dude in a Toyota Tundra shot past me at 90. Kewl! If you want to go fast I'll do it as well. When we got back on two lane he turned into a real pussy. He just sat behind this car going 60 and he wouldn't pass him. He gave up a golden opportunity to pass. The next good passing stretch, I passed them both. Here's the deal. If you're gonna pass me, then continue to drive faster than me.

I actually made better time on the two lane roads than I did on I-70 when I got on it. I wasn't worried too much about the cops out in the back country altho' I did see two Arizona cops and one Utah cop parked along the way. I thought one of the Arizona cops caught me, but he didn't pull out after me so no ticket today.

Not sure what routes I'll be taking tomorrow, but it will be the last fun day of driving. I'll be out of the mountains and on the high plains. Boooooooring!

There Goes My Parking Space

Georgia has a new handicapped parking sticker.

From Jon.

There go my good parking spaces.

Stoopid Hussein Kidz

Peggy sent me this.

Emily Nordling has never met a Muslim, at least not to her knowledge. But this spring, Ms. Nordling, a 19-year-old student from Fort Thomas, Ky., gave herself a new middle name on Facebook.com, mimicking her boyfriend and shocking her father. “Emily Hussein Nordling,” her entry now reads.

"I mean, like, isn't that, you know, like, just you know like the coolest thing like in the world?" Or sumpin' like that.

With her decision, she joined a growing band of supporters of Senator Barack Obama, the presumptive Democratic presidential nominee, who are expressing solidarity with him by informally adopting his middle name.

May as well. He's not using it.

The result is a group of unlikely-sounding Husseins: Jewish and Catholic, Hispanic and Asian and Italian-American, from Jaime Hussein Alvarez of Washington, D.C., to Kelly Hussein Crowley of Norman, Okla., to Sarah Beth Hussein Frumkin of Chicago.

Or, We Are Hussein Idiots.

Jeff Strabone of Brooklyn now signs credit card receipts with his newly assumed middle name, while Dan O’Maley of Washington, D.C., jiggered his e-mail account so his name would appear as “D. Hussein O’Maley.” Alex Enderle made the switch online along with several other Obama volunteers from Columbus, Ohio, and now friends greet him that way in person, too.

Are these Booger Eatin' Hussein Moh-rons for real? Hey Jeff Hussein Strabone of Brooklyn, if Hussein is not your middle name and is not on your credit card your signature is illegal.

Drooling Cumspot is from Brooklyn. I guess I'll now call him Drooling Hussein Cumspot.

“I am sick of Republicans pronouncing Barack Obama’s name like it was some sort of cuss word,” Mr. Strabone wrote in a manifesto titled “We Are All Hussein” that he posted on his own blog and on dailykos.com.

What a bunch of thin Hussein skinned fucktards! How long have they been calling Bush Hitler and Chimpy? Has there been any whining from the Bush supporters? Maybe they should change their name from Generation Y to Generation Whine.

“My name is such a vanilla, white-girl American name,” said Ashley Holmes of Indianapolis, who changed her name online “to show how little meaning ‘Hussein’ really has.”

If it really had so "little meaning" you farking Hussein idiots wouldn't be doing this crap.

These really are Stoopid Hussein Kidz.

Dude! Save the Hussein Whales!

Update: Holy Hussein crap! Look what Hammer sent me.

Not much room under that bus for Jug Hussein Ears to throw people.

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The Three Lurkers

It's Paul, Kerrcarto, and CharlieDelta. So for those of you who are wondering what Paul, Kerrcarto, and CD look like, CD is on the left, Kerrcarto is in the middle, and Paul is on the right. They are thinking of starting their own blog and it will be titled, Gottagetdrunkfirst.

Camp Blownstar Trip Day 7

Page Arizona

Yep! Been on the road for seven days now. Since I didn't stay up all night last Saturday, I was OK on Sunday. Driving was pleasant.

Monday, I drove to Tucson to spend some time with my old IBM buddy Phil and his wife Mary. He had decided a few years ago that he wanted to retire to Tucson and he managed to get IBM to transfer him there and pay for the move. He has a nice house (about the same size as mine) in a gated community right on a golf course. His backyard runs up against a fairway. He has had a few broken windows caused by errant gold balls.

I got there around 1:00 and since he was still working (from home), I visited with Mary until he finished up.

On our way to dinner, we drove around and he showed off his community.

We ate at an Indian casino. They had a nice seafood buffet. I had king crab legs, shrimp, and salmon. Yummy!

Got up early and talked for a while. I hated to leave, but the road was beckoning.

The American Southwest is an amazing place! It is really hard to describe. I-17 from Phoenix to Flagstaff climbs about 6000 feet. This is the second time I have driven it. It was 112 degrees when I left Phoenix. There was one stretch of I-17 where there was snow on the ground. The last time I did this, I detoured through Sedona. This time I stayed on I-17.

In 1967 I drove from St. Louis to San Diego twice. This was before I-17 was built. The road from Flagstaff to Phoenix was two lane most of the way. It was the same when I drove out in 1971. Either way, the drive is incredible. Unfortunately, there was really no way I could stop to take any pictures to show the beauty.

I took highway 89 from Flagstaff to Page. It was mostly two lane altho' there were numerous passing lanes. Did I tell y'all how much I love my new car? It can go really fast. Highway 89 is in the middle of Farooking Nowhere Arizona so this was an opportunity to have fun. In passing some cars, I got up to 115 mph. Gotta get around them quick, especially if there are three cars that I need to pass. I can guarantee that my gas mileage sucked eggs on this stretch but I had a lot of fun. The ETA on Mistress Garmin kept going backwards. When I left Tucson Mistress Garmin had my ETA at 3:59. At Flagstaff it was 4:05. I pulled into Page at 3:45. I would have made it earlier, but they had a stretch of one lane road and traffic was stopped for 10 minutes.

I can see Lake Powell from my room. I would have taken a picture, but some booger eatin' moh-ron has his boat parked in the way.

I was last in Page 26 years ago when I came here to raft through the Grand Canyon. I spent 14 days on the Colorado River. It was in October and I missed the World Series which my team, the St. Louis Cardinals, won.

October of 1982 was a really great month. After getting out of the Grand Canyon I flew home and spent three days in St. Louis and then it was off to the British Virgin Islands where I skippered a bare boat charter for seven days. I had almost the entire month of October off from work. Good times!

I'm gonna get up early to see if I can get a scenic shot of lake Powell before I leave Page. Then it's off to Four Corners.

Holy Oil Prices Batman!

It's even affecting Bruce Wayne and he's a billionaire.

Thanks to OBG.

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Wait until I tell you about the cruising I did today.

Monday Pun 6-30-2008

Two robins were sitting in a tree. "I'm really hungry", said the first one.

"Me, too" said the second. "Let's fly down and find some lunch."

They flew to the ground and found a nice plot of plowed ground full of worms. They ate and ate and ate and ate until they could eat no more.

"I'm so full I don't think I can fly back up to the tree", said the first one.

"Me either. Let's just lay here and bask in the warm sun", said the second.

"OK." said the first.

They plopped down, basking in the sun.

No sooner than they had fallen asleep, a big fat tom cat snuck up and gobbled them up. As he sat washing his face after his meal, he thought,

Camp Blownstar

Las Cruces New Mexico

The alert members of the GOC community knew that I wasn't gonna be posting Friday and Saturday since I was at Camp Blownstar, which was out in the Hill Country of Texas. We were out of cellphone range and there was no internet access. Yep! We were roughing it.

I really have to give props to SuperGurl for finding the location and doing all the work involved with that; Nancy for a lot of the work involved with the vittles (altho' others did a lot of work as well, like SuperGurl Friday night and Sunday morning.); Lurker Kerrcarto for providing the Shiner. Hammer and Walrilla each made their own recipe of Texas Chili. No beans! Beans are sacrilege in Texas chili.

Let me just say that what happens at Camp Blownstar stays at Camp Blownstar. Well, most of it.

A Blown-Eyed Blodgemeet isn't a proper Blown=Eyed Blodgmeet if we don't have a newbie get hammered the first night. I can relate. The first Helen blodgemeet I got postively shitfaced. SuperGurl did it in Nawlins. This time it was longtime lurker CharlieDelta. He had a headstart before he got to Camp Blownstar and we had him knocking down Shiners from the moment he arrived. The rule at Blodgemeets is "Pace yourself!" He didn't and got really hammered. Welcome to the Blown-Eyed Blodgers CD.

Longtime lurker, Paul, flew in from Seattle to be with us. He, CD, and Kerrcarto are thinking of starting their own blog.

Kerrcarto's wife is a babe!

Erica the Wiseass Jooette from Brooklyn showed up without her luggage. For some reason, her luggage wound up in Switzerland. She got introduced to Wal-Mart to get new clothing. She also brought me an e-mail from Drooling Cumspot. It was hilarious. She went to high school with him and does not know why he turned into a raging libtard. He's also a raging libtard who doesn't know how to spell.

Leslie was there. I brought her three bottles of wine. Somehow they all got drunk on Friday night. I only had two glasses. Should I bring up the broken chair?

Jerry was there. He's no longer Back Home Again in Indiana. He now lives in Houston.

Holder was there and did a fair share of vittle work her own self. That's not to mention a lot of the cleanup. Someone made my bed Saturday morning and I think it was she.

T1G came in from Fresno. Everytime I turn around, he's moved somewhere new.

Running Behind was there.

H2O was there and I meant to complement her on the post I just linked. I just love her south mouth.

I'm sure I must have forgotten someone.

We stayed in a real neat place that consisted of two cabins (one for the guys and one for the gals) on the Guadalupe River in the Hill Country of Texas. This area really reminds me of the Missouri Ozarks. We could have been right alongside of the Meramec River or the Current River in Missouri.

Many people thought that it was not very smart to hold a blodgemeet in Texas in June. The weather was great! Where we stayed had a lot of trees and was real shady. It never really felt hot at all. Not many people felt like swimming after one of the ladies saw a snake in the water. On a side note, Supergurl's boobage looked really great in the suit she wore.

I had a few accessibility issues like the entrance to the bathroom being too small for my chair, but hey, I was roughing it. I did have the best bed. It was a chore getting into it since it was high but once I did, it was very comfortable. Here again I screwed up. I should have asked one of the ladies to assist me.

This was the third Blownstar Meet that SuperGurl has put together and all three of them have been great. Wonder how she's gonna top this one.

Fer sure I'll be going to Texas again next year.

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