Back Home From Vail

Friday evening we began packing for our return to Raleigh and Martinsville. It was time to check in with Delta, and print our boarding passes. I called the desk, and they said they would happily help us with that operation. Jerry and I gathered our reservation information, and hiked down to registration. I gave the nice fellow my information, he pulled it up on Delta, and it wouldn’t allow me to check in---said to check with Delta. (of course they just sent me an Email that said it was time to check in) We had him try Jerry’s information, and presto---printed boarding passes and no problem. So I hiked back up to the suite, called Delta, held on the phone for a while, talked to several folks only to have them tell me nothing was wrong. I hiked back down to the desk; he tried it again, and presto---printed boarding passes. Guess the Delta folks just wanted to hear my irritated voice. Go figure.

So Friday night/Saturday morning, we packed and made preparations to head home. Saturday morning dawned pretty much like all our other days in Vail, sunny, cool, and beautiful. Came check out time, we loaded up all our belongings and headed for Denver. Funny thing happened: we got on the road, and the car began giving us warnings about the traction control malfunctioning. We got out the book, read about it, and tried the universal fix of stopping, turning off the engine, waiting a little while then restarting. No success, but since the car seemed to be behaving fine, we chalked it up to computer gremlins, and went on. It is a 2 hr+ drive to Denver Airport, and we had allowed ourselves time to gas up the car, and ride the bus from the rental place to the terminal. As we approached the stop we had programmed for gas near the airport, the warning on the car switched from traction control to low tire pressure. We thought that odd, but while we were fueling, we noticed the left rear tire looked a little wimpy. At this time we were close to the airport, so we just piled in and went on. When we pulled into the rental car return lane, we got out and were amazed to see the left rear tire looking really wimpy. We unloaded our stuff, and told the nice rental car girl about the problem. She thanked us and off we went. Talking about it later, we came up with a theory. We are guessing that we got some kind of leak in the left rear tire Friday night/Saturday morning. Being an AWD (all wheel drive) version of the Ford Edge, the computer must have sensed the decrease in rolling diameter of the low tire and interpreted it as a stability control issue. It warned us of that most of the trip until the actual tire pressure fell below the threshold of the pressure sensor, and then started telling us about that. These modern cars are so complex, they can fool themselves.

We arrived at the Denver airport, checked in, and had a nice lunch. We then headed off to our gate to catch our plane. Denver has the ubiquitous (for airports) subway trains that run between terminals. As we were boarding the train, the doors were beginning to close just as we got on. Vickie was scared (because she saw a guy get eaten by the doors on the METRO in DC) and screamed. Everyone on the train car just about had a heart attack. Ironically the train voice came on and said someone was blocking the doors just as the cars started to move. In spite of this, we arrived at our gate successfully and prepared to leave. We noticed the plane we were going to get on was a 737, which seemed to be a little small for a cross country flight. Then they started talking about the flight being overbooked, and asking for volunteers to get bumped. Eventually all was well, and we boarded the flight. We have all flown quite a bit, but never in our recent memory have we been on such a packed airplane. Every seat was full of the 6 across seating, and the pitch of the seats in this particular plane was so tight I couldn’t even get my knees in without them touching the seat in front of me. On top of that, something was wrong with the heating/cooling system, and though the outside temp showed a balmy -31, the inside of the plane was like a sauna. Dear Delta, your flight last night from Denver to Atlanta sucked, regards Wes.

After suffering the Delta torture flight for 3 hours, we arrived in Atlanta to a very scary landing. Jerry said the pilot must have been an ex carrier jockey, cause he bounced it in and then stopped so hard peoples glasses were flying off forward. I commented it probably had something to do with the plane being SLAP ASS FULL of people and luggage. We successfully negotiated the Atlanta airport subway (no screaming this time) and arrived at our next flight gate. We were pleased to see the plane was an old MD88 with 3 and 2 seating. I was able to get us exit row seats across from Jerry and Brenda, and we were all set. Until, we got on board, and while taxiing, the man behind Jerry and Brenda began to make these horrible hacking and snorting noises. This went on all through take off and part way into the flight till he fell asleep. We are hoping he didn’t have a serious communicable disease. We arrived OK in Raleigh, and since we were so late, they had to wake up the luggage crew to unload the plane. They interpreted it for us (standing around the empty baggage carousel) as a baggage system failure. Except Brenda knew the real reason, she was watching out the window, and saw one lone guy show up to unload our baggage. Baggage system=fail due to lack of interest.

We waited a while and finally got the bus to the long term parking. Jerry’s van was just as he had left it and $48 later we were on our way home. Jerry got us home safe, and all was well. We groused on the way home about the perils of cross country traveling, but were happy to be home safe.

More later,

wes

Rocky Mountain National Park

Jerry and Brenda had been before, but wanted to go back. We had never been and wanted to go. Both Jerry and Vickie, now 62+ wanted to get their Golden Age National Park passes before someone in "The Government" decided they weren't of senior age or made too much money for a lifetime pass. It was relatively close proximity, so off we went. This trip we have a Ford Edge AWD which suits our traveling style nicely. Plenty of room for the four of us and enough power for the mountains. We headed west on I-70 to the Rt. 131 exit. From there we made the run up the west side of the mountains following the Colorado River valley. Much of the road was dirt/gravel, and we got to see the Colorado River, often at wading depth, peppered with fly fishermen. After crossing the Continental Divide, we arrived at the park entrance. Both "Golden Agers" were able to procure their lifetime passes quite painlessly for a mere $10.00 each and we proceeded to enter the park.

We continued up the west side of the park, following Trail Ridge Road which winds it's way across the Rocky Mountains to Estes Park. Along the way the highest road in The Rockies crosses amazing vistas, and peaks at 12,183 feet. We stopped at the Alpine Visitors Center (11,796 ft. soon to be closing for the winter) shopped, had lunch, and shopped again. This is a place that gets 150 mph winds in the winter accompanied by -50 degree temperatures. We saw pictures of the building in winter with nothing showing but the roof poles above the snow. Amazingly, since we had a few days at 8,300 ft. staying at the Marriott, we were able to slowly function at the high altitude.

Jerry and I scoped out the dining room. There were tables along the windows looking down at the Fall River Cirque---the birthplace of glaciers. To get a table at the windows, we hovered like vultures waiting for folks to vacate. Jerry, using his calm demeanor, eventually scored a high bistro style table with a great view. There were a heard of elk lounging at the bottom of the cirque, but were visible only through binoculars which Vickie just happened to have tucked in her bag. The menu, provided by the National Park's ubiquitous provider, Xantera, was very nice. They had cold sandwiches, vegetarian sandwiches, and an interesting hot menu. You could get Nathans hot dogs, elk bratwurst, buffalo chili, chicken barbecue, pork barbecue, and chicken noodle soup. Everyone had something good, and at the altitude, it really tasted wonderful.

After the shopping was completed, (I got out of breath several times bending over to look at low shelves) we headed on up the road. They were paving the parking lot, and Jerry misjudged a drop off, and fell twisting his ankle. (and bruising his knee along with his pride) but being the trooper he was he continued, undaunted. From the Alpine center the road climbs to the 12,183 foot mark well above the tree line. The air was crystal clear, and fall was on the Rocky Mountains. We took hundreds of pictures---the vistas were so incredible. We then wound down the other side of the mountains to West Horseshoe Park. Jerry and I had been looking at the park map, and it showed a dirt road called "The Old Fall River Road". This road was one way only, and wound back up the valley floor of the peaks we had just come down. We knew it would take another lap up to the Alpine Center, but decided to try it anyhow. (what the heck, the car was a rental) What fun it turned out to be. It was like hiking, except we could take the car. We climbed from 8,200 ft. back to the 11,796 ft. of the Alpine Center in 9 miles of dirt, goat-path, and switchbacks. So beautiful with a totally different perspective on everything.

After coming back down the mountains again, we headed south on Rt. 7 all the way down to Blackhawk and Central City. Unbeknownst to us, but knownst to others, both of these little old cities must be on an Indian reservation, because they are slap full of casinos. The girls really wanted to stop, but the (injured) driver and I did not. We prevailed, and headed west back to Vail, once again through the Eisenhower tunnel. We are speculating...Is it bad luck to go through a tunnel 3 times--twice in one direction?? For anyone who has never done it driving into the setting sun in the Rockies on I-70 is at best a harrowing experience. Slow trucks on upgrades, hidden by the glare of the sun, are a terrible hazard. As was the woman who annoyed us for several miles, texting as she drove into the blinding glare. Hopefully her behavior will eliminate her from the gene pool at some future date.

We arrived back to Vail and decided to round up our own dinner. The convenient Safeway yielded nice T-bones, on sale, and we picked up some baking potatoes, bread and salad. We gave the injured driver a pass, and Miss Vickie took over the grilling duties. A lovely dinner was set and, well satiated; we all drifted to horizontal rest areas.

The next day we went to Glenwood Springs and The Spa of the Rockies. To get there we had to drive through Glenwood Canyon. This section of the road is considered the most scenic piece of Interstate in the whole system. I agree it is very pretty and was an engineering feat to build. I have however driven other sections of the Interstate that are very beautiful. The Glenwood Canyon roads (and railroads) have been there since the early 1900’s. It was not until 1960 that they proposed building I-70 through the canyon. It wasn’t fully open till 1982. All in all, the drive from Denver west on I-70 is probably the most amazing trip when you combine everything.

The Spa of the Rockies is an old old resort that was established in 1888. They built the resort over a hot sulphur spring that produces 3.5 million gallons of water per day. The largest therapeutic pool in the world is on that site today. We went there and spent the day lounging in the hot spring. There is one pool that is 104 degrees and one is about 90. There are bath houses, an athletic club, and a grill. Folks come from all over for the purported healing powers of the waters. The Ute Indians first discovered the spring and it’s therapeutic benefits. All we know is Jerry’s twisted ankle was much improved after our visit, and we all felt revitalized.

Vail CO in the Fall just for the heck of it

A while back (like in the spring) I had a free time share week I needed to burn, so Jerry and I sat down to plan something. We ended up with a Marriott in Vail CO named Streamside. We were a little dubious as the establishment listed right on the main page that it had no air conditioning. But, we figured September in The Rockies couldn't be too hot, and we were hoping to catch the Aspen trees with some color on them.

We were able to secure great flights, and Vickie and I were able to use our free companion fare we get once a year from AMEX. However, as the time to go approached, it was touch and go if we were really going to be able to make it. My mother had just come through cancer surgery, and had just moved into a rehab facility. I talked it over with her, and she said GO. My sister and my daughter (an RN by phone from Pittsburgh) promised me they would handle what ever came up. I needed a break (as did Miss Vickie) so I took them up on their offer, and here we are in Colorado in the fall.

We arrived at the Marriott Streamside in Vail CO which is situated at about 8300 ft of elevation. The trip from Denver brought us across I-70 through the Eisenhower tunnel, and across the Vail Pass in the mountains. All along the way were mandatory "chain up" areas along the road, runaway truck ramps, and barricades used for closing the road in the winter. Our worries about no air conditioning were unfounded. Temperatures for the week were 60's in the day, and 30's at night. We gladly opened our windows and enjoyed the mountain breezes.

Let me start off by saying, if you don't want to ski the ski resorts in the fall are beautiful, and pretty reasonable values. We went to the "Oktoberfest, Car Show and Farmers Market" this past Sunday here in Vail. According to a local shopkeeper Jerry and Brenda met, the 3,800 or so people wandering around Sunday turns into around 38,000 in the winter time. The shopkeeper said the winter season generated 70% of his annual business.

Later we went to what was for us a new event. I had seen in the local Vail rag, an ad for something called a "Bloody Mary Bar" at the Red Lion Inn. We rode the free shuttle from the Marriott Streamside down to Vail town proper. After wandering around, and buying me a cool straw hat (from a hot chick in turquoise boots with matching hat) branded with my initials, we happened upon the Red Lion Inn. I remembered the ad from the day before, so we went in to check it out. The "Bloody Mary Bar" turned out to be---the nice waiter guy brings you the glass with the adult beverage and ice, then you go to the bar. The bar was set up with a cute little attendant, and several kinds of Bloody Mary mixers. We opted for the house special, and I added a little Clamato to mine. Glasses were rimmed with Old Bay, coarse salt, celery salt, or nothing as you chose. Then you could pick from a marvelous assortment of garnishes. They had all types of olives (big green ones stuffed with blue cheese or garlic were the hit of the day), cauliflower, radishes, broccoli, carrots, celery, pickles, pickled beans and asparagus, shrimp, fruit and skewers to put it all on. Turned a Bloody Mary into a morning snack.

After that is was on to scope out the local car show. As it turned out, the car show in Vail was small but very interesting. Many very unusual cars, most in pristine original condition. Lots of exotics with an assortment of American iron. Along the way we also saw chili peppers being roasted for sale, booths offering lamb sliders, gyros, baklava, brats made with elk; ostrich; or the usual porcine parts.

There was music going on in the town center, of note, a couple playing beautiful music on two long alpine horns. They had some traditionally dressed folks teaching guests a polka of sorts. It wasn't exactly the long tables full of beer, brats, and singing I had envisioned for Oktoberfest. My artificial parts had enough of hiking, so we retreated to the Marriott and enjoyed it's facilities for the rest of the day. I think I drank a little to much rum as the day wore on---I wore out, and my good friend Jerry grilled us some great hamburgers.

On Monday, I was moving a little slow, so Vickie and I decided to make use of the considerable facilities offered here at the Marriott. The have a sauna, steam room, indoor/outdoor pool, and outdoor/indoor hot tubs. Jerry and Brenda headed out for a little exploring which carried them to Golden Hot Springs located west of here on I-70. They had a relaxing day in the therapeutic pools of the hot springs, and Vickie and I had a similar day in and around the resort facilities. It is an interesting experience sitting in the hot sun with a 60 degree wind blowing around you.

On Tuesday we headed back east to Leadville CO and a little railroad that still runs up through the mountains toward the molybdenum mine in Climax CO. http://www.leadville-train.com/ We arrived after a beautiful ride up through the mountains, and the train station told us loading was @12:30 and departure @1pm. We asked where the best lunch was and were directed to the Delaware Hotel. Lunch at the hotel did not disappoint. They had 3 different kinds of homemade soup (including buffalo chili), amazing good corn muffins, and great sandwiches on sturdy bread. We were fed and ready for our train ride on time.

The train ride was slow and up through the mountains. You had your choice of closed or open topped cars, and the weather was delightful. Along the way they had a "conductor" who was a lady that knew the history of the railroad, the local area, the landscape, and the flora and fauna. She kept us well informed, the trip was scenic, and just about the right length. Of note were the Aspen trees, which unknown to us, spread from a central tree via underground roots. So a stand of Aspen trees are all genetically related. Seeing them on the mountains gave us a great picture of how their color progresses through the fall. Where it is colder at the top of the mountains, the trees were almost red. As you came down in elevation, they were reddish orange, and further still down they were the yellow everyone associates with fall. The trees at the base of the mountains were still green. All of this color to be short-lived since they said they hoped they could keep the train running till Oct. 1st due to the snow starting.

When we returned home from our day in Leadville, we decided to go out to dinner. We did our usual scoping of dinner venues, and came up with Montauk Seafood where they had specials this time of the year. The resort folks recommended it, and I had seen the menu posted the previous day while wandering around Oktoberfest. It was an elegant restaurant, and an exceptional value this time of year. Jerry had Red Trout, Vickie had steak, Brenda had light batter Tilapia, and I had Black Grouper. We saved $$$ from similar meals had it been ski season and got to eat in one of the best seafood restaurants in Vail. (without a reservation)

So far our adventures in Colorado (and getting away from the 90 degree heat at home) turned out to be a wonderful experience. I'll break off here and write more about the rest of the week later.
more later,
wes

Back in the saddle again: Trip to DC

Well if you used to read my travel blogs, you might have wondered what happened. Call it writers block, mental illness, too busy, or who knows. I do know that I took a drug for peripheral neuropathy that caused me some side effects. Among those were depression, and a scrambled connection between my brain and my fingers, for typing. I quit taking the drug, but have been working on getting my writing muse back in order.

In the meantime, both Vickie's and my mother, have been in and out of the hospital. Vickie's mother has circulatory issues with her heart, but she is near 90 and still doing pretty well on her own. She came to stay with Vickie and I for the spring and early summer while we nursed her back to health. My mother was diagnosed with colon cancer, but before we could get her to surgery she had a "brain bleed" and required extensive monitoring and tests in the hospital. With Vickie's mother being in Danville VA and mine in North Wilkesboro NC, it has required a lot of traveling. Currently my mother is scheduled for her cancer surgery tomorrow, and everything is falling into place. She is in good spirits, and ready for whatever happens.

Later....Mother has come through the cancer surgery fine. The surgeon and pathologists believe they removed it all. She is currently at The Villages of Wilkes, which is a rehabilitation center. Where she will go from there is up to her. She has to get back on her feet and prove she can do for herself, then she will be able to go home. That story will continue.

We have not traveled recreationally a lot due to the requirements of family support. However, while I was in writers block, we traveled to Belize and stayed at a marvelous house only accessible by boat with it's own pool and a reef within kayak distance of the dock. We also traveled to Tunica Mississippi, stayed at one of the casinos there, and visited Graceland and Memphis. We traveled to Manassas VA to visit my son and his wife as they had our second grandchild (Wesley Edward George V). We just saw Ned (as we are calling him) again this weekend and he is doing fine at 7 weeks. We also spent some time in Vero Beach Florida with our good friends, rode the Amtrak again, (in coach this time--not recommended) and had a great time.

Just this past weekend, we traveled to Washington to be part of the Glen Beck rally on the mall in DC. It was a crazy wonderful time:

We drove up to DC with our long time traveling companions Jerry and Brenda Williams. If you are a past reader you will certainly remember them. Jerry and I had the idea to go to this rally 6 or 8 months ago when it was first announced. He made us the reservations then so we would be assured of a room. (little did we know that was a good move) We arrived early at the Falls Church Marriott Residence Inn, and checked in with no issues. We had booked a 2 bedroom suite that turned out to be well located and comfortable. We decided to take advantage of the pool facilities, and started meeting folks. Vickie especially took a shine to the young lifeguard from the Ukraine. He had many questions concerning our government system, and why we were there in DC that weekend. She learned a lot explaining it to him. We had no idea if the rally tomorrow would be 2000 people 200 people, or we hoped many thousands.

As I was wandering between the pool and room (for some adult beverages) I noticed that a lot of folks were checking in---I mean A LOT. These new arrivals started to show up here and there in the public areas of the motel, and as usual the standard travelers conversations flowed. Interestingly enough we discovered, most folks were here for the same reason we were. The rally tomorrow on The Mall. I reported my findings to my traveling companions and we started to think perhaps we were in the right place. If history was going to be made, then we wanted to be there. Funny thing was most folks we met had the same story as us----never really been politically active other than voting----never done anything like this before----and above all concerned with the direction of The Country.

We learned (from our best agent Miss Vickie) that we ought to buy our METRO tickets the night before to avoid the lines in the morning. (little did we know) We loaded up, and headed for the local Metro station (at 10:30 pm). With the assistance of a Metro worker and a couple of "ladies of the evening", Jerry and Vickie managed to secure our round trip tickets on The METRO for the next day. (no easy feat--the METRO ticket machines are recalcitrant and counter intuitive at their best)

The next morning we were up early. The free breakfast started at 07:00 and we were there @ 06:40 finding it in full swing. All the folks I saw checking in last night were going the same place as us---to the rally on The Mall. We grabbed our grub, and headed out. The obvious uniform of the day was Red, White and Blue.

First stop was The METRO station. We had decided prior to the trip, that I was going to ride in a wheelchair. With all my joint replacements, I can walk quite well, just not real far. Discretion being the better part of valor, I thought the chair might be a good idea. We arrived at The METRO station, and since we already had our tickets (great move) we cruised into the station. We rode down the handicapped elevator to the train platform. The really cool METRO guy, told us to wait on the outgoing side of the station, and he would preboard us. Falls Church is one of the intermediate stops on the Orange line of The METRO, so we rode out to the last stop, as the train switched and prepared for the run into town. At the first stop inbound, the people were lined up clear across the pedestrian bridge and out into the parking lot. When our train pulled into the station, the platform was packed.

I had been carrying Miss Vickie's folding chair in my lap while she supplied the motive power to wheel me along. In anticipation of the crowd, she parked me in this good spot near the door behind two steel posts. I used the chair as a railing between the posts when the crowd streamed on to the train car. As I was near the door, I became the unofficial conductor encouraging the people to "move back, and fill up the car, there's room for everybody" It was all relatively orderly, and soon we found ourselves packed like sardines, heading for DC and singing patriotic songs at the top of our voices. It was an inspiring time.

We arrived at The Smithsonian station of the METRO which was as close as you could get to our destination at the Lincoln Memorial. We set off hiking (with an army of other folks) with Miss Vickie pushing me in the chair. When we got to the Lincoln Memorial, we were surprised to find many thousands of people already there. Seems as though many had spent the night, or arrived in the dark hours of the morning, to secure their places for the event. We were able to secure fine places in the large field beside the reflecting pool. We had a Jumbotron that was visible, and a good sound system. At this point, we began marveling at the sheer number of folks already here for this rally. And they were still streaming in, by the time the rally started the whole field behind us had filled to capacity, and there were folks stretched from the Lincoln memorial all the way to the Washington Monument. All was quite peaceful, and reverent, what a sight to behold.

The program started, and as it progressed, it was evident---Glen Beck could have used this lofty podium as a political stump, but instead what came from his mouth was a call for us to bring back America by going back to our roots. Our forefathers vision for the country as expressed in The Constitution, and The Bill Of Rights. A return to our religious background. The message was clear, it is the job of our generation to rebuild America for our children, and reduce the massive debt they will be saddled with. We have to ask the hard questions of our leaders, and not be satisfied with the usual political double talk. The rally went on to honor our Veterans, our God, and our Love of Country. Peacefully, reverently, and with unspoken silent order.

When the rally ended, some half million (or more depending who is counting) folks had to get back to where they were going. No one got in too big a rush, just orderly movement back the way we came. Oh and along the way, we left the National Mall just as we had found it. I saw folks picking up gum wrappers and carrying them to the trash can. I was proud to be part of these Americans.

To make a long story short, Miss Vickie pushed me back across DC, to get to our spot on the METRO outbound train. The line to get back on the METRO stretched 3 or 4 blocks. Luckily, the line to get to the elevator was a little shorter, and moved pretty quickly. The METRO delivered us quickly and efficiently back to our stop in Falls Church, and we returned home filled with spirit and hope.

No one really considers our group that powerful. But when you start looking at the Vietnam Vets, Iraqi Vets, and us other folks that are 35 year vets of the US industrial complex, there are a whole bunch of people who care deeply about their country---a force to be reckoned with if you intend to take the US down some "garden path". I think the message was clear this weekend, Let's try The Truth, and see where that gets us. Oh ye politicians of little faith---bloweth smoke behind me no more.

We were there---we believe---we WILL take our country back from the socialists. The mainstream media seemed to poo-poo that some folks would get together on The Mall to stand up for what they believed. To them I say---for every one of the 500,000 folks who peacefully attended this rally, there were 10 at home who either didn't know how to come, or couldn't afford to come. You need proof, next time we'll put 5,000,000 peaceful folks on your door step. This battle is far from over. I'm just a concerned American. Not a radical, not a Republican not a Tea Partier, just a good old hard working American that is tired of Washington lies and corruption. Off the soap box.

The following day we attended my families Church in Manassas to hear my son sing, and had a nice visit with he and his family. We cracked some crabs, ate some corn and drank some good Miller beer. We tried our best to explain to them why we even participated in this rally to begin with. I think they might understand a little. This Obama Change thingie isn't exactly working out for them the way they expected.
More later,
wes

Cancun 09 Adventure #7

As I wrote the last time, the power was off and we were contemplating what to do. Apparently they have significant back up generation capacity here. The power was indeed off in the rooms, but all the computers (where they take your money) and the grocery store were still operational. Also the elevators still had power. Oh yea, and the sound system at the welcome meeting and then later party worked just fine. We attended the welcome meeting and found out all the stuff about the resort. Royal Resorts has some of the highest rated time-shares in Cancun, but they are really in love with themselves. They think they are better than the best thing since sliced bread. All I know so far is they have the meanest mosquitoes.

We later went to the Welcome Party out on the deck by the pool. Since the power was off, they added a special treat to the normal welcome party refreshments. Instead of just beer and soft drinks, they added rum and Coke to the offerings. What a busy bar that was, made us forget about the power being off. I tipped the bartender nicely early on, so he took care of Miss Vickie and I. We elected to let the younger folks handle the limbo, water balloon tossing, balloon stomping, and various other semi athletic events. With the free libations flowing and a crowd of easily 100-125, the Welcome Party really took off. They were selling food, and that was going pretty well. Jerry won a free hamburger combo plate, but since he wasn’t here Vickie and I ate it for him. Sadly it looks like Jerry and Brenda aren’t going to make it back here. We really miss them. Brenda’s sister is back at the nursing home and resting comfortably. With the help of her friend Francis, a sitter, and Brenda someone is with June around the clock.

After the welcome party, we hung out in the pool for the afternoon, and enjoyed meeting a diverse group of folks during happy hour at the pool bar. We retreated to the Villa prior to the dreaded bloodsuckers arrival. We contemplated what to do for dinner and decided a pizza from the in-house carry out would suffice and possibly a nice bottle of Shiraz from the grocery store. Vickie volunteered to cover up with insect repellent, and go for the grub. In hindsight I realized we should have let the room delivery folks handle it all. Vickie returned with bites all over her face and back and arms. She is quite allergic to the vampire saliva, and had bumps all over. We ate our meal, and watched some often entertaining Mexican television. Southpark in Spanish is a hoot, and the Mexican commercials are amazingly over the top compared to the US. Soon it was read a little and hit the sack.

Monday turned out to be a pretty day with a nice breeze going, and the bloodsuckers back to their lairs for the day. Early morning our maid arrived. She’s young, looks real good bending over cleaning our out door hot tub, and makes really cool towel flowers and animals as well as fancy toilet paper and tissue foldings. She also keeps our room organized and spotless. Oh yes, she speaks between 0 and 1% English. I have decided that I want her to come home to America, live with us, and work for us full time. Haven’t discussed this with Vickie quite yet but I’m sure she’ll agree. I now plan to be at my computer (which is beside the sliding glass door to the deck) when the hot tub cleaning takes place each day.

Mid morning I decided to get my gear and do some snorkeling in the ocean. We hauled everything down to the beach and I geared up. I even managed to get my fins on with about waist deep water. No one could tell me exactly where to go, it was all pretty much “oh yes Senior, out there”. So I just worked my way out and eventually found they do have an off shore reef here. The water was pretty rough, and if I turned my head to the left too far, the waves would break over my snorkel. Had to keep clearing that. The reef here has a lot of fish, and if I’d have had tongs and a bag we could have had Sea Urchins for dinner---there were hundreds of them. Interestingly though, this reef does not appear very healthy. Rather than having bright colors and bright colored fish, it is sort of a monotone sepia. In fact most of the fish have adapted to blend in with the brownish background. I’m hoping that the development and pollution are not poisoning the reef, but it appears so. Vickie found pool colored chips of ceramic impersonating sea shells on the beach. When you consider the proximity to so much construction, Cozumel, and the bazillion tourists the cruise ships bring there every year, they are probably factors. I’m going to try again a little further south down the beach, I’ve seen folks going in down there.

Yesterday afternoon was pretty much a repeat of the day before—chatting at the pool bar, swimming, sunning. However, I decided I would make a run to the in-house store and find something to make for dinner. We headed there prior to bloodsucker arrival and picked up some fixings for what has now become Mosquito Siege Casserole, along with another nice bottle of wine. Vickie was quite impressed as I presented hors d'oeuvres of spicy refritos, and then made a casserole out of canned chicken, frozen Mexican mixed vegetables, double crema queso blanco, cooked bow tie pasta, milk, salt and pepper, and topped it with 2 pieces of crumbled dry toast. After baking for 30 minutes or so, it turned out to be sort of a light fresh chicken pot pie with no crust. Necessity was certainly the mother of invention.

Tuesday we had our “Taco Party” so they could try and sell us something. Unlike the Taco party at the Club International, the food here was somewhat lackluster, and did not agree with me too well. We sat after the food and talked to our Concierge, Lucas, at some length. We pretty much told him they had blown any chance of selling us anything: 1. because everything Royal sells is finite in duration (you can’t leave it to the family) and 2. because the guys who did the presentation to us last week were idiots. After the party, we did the usual hang around the pool happy hour stuff and retreated to the room for leftovers and “Dancing With the Stars”.

Wednesday overnight it rained, and the morning was clear and cooler. We decided to brave the restaurant for breakfast. Good news, the mosquitoes pretty much left us alone and the food was great. After breakfast I got a notion that I wanted to see Playa del Carmen, so we caught the shuttle bus from the hotel. While we were there it poured rain, and we spent some time standing under an awning just watching the rain. After the rain with water lying in the streets, the humidity went to 400% and it was first cousin to sitting in a steam room. We walked around for a while enjoying the hawkers at the various shops. One of my favorite ones was “come in and see what we have just for the hell of it” to which I replied---Halibut, oh I love fish especially Halibut. That really got me the crazy gringo stare. After looking at some of the stores, it was pretty obvious they only sold clothes for young skinny folks, jewelry, or really stupid T-shirts, nothing much in between. Finally when I couldn’t hike any more, we camped at a corner bistro, and had some nice cold Dos Equis XX, and watched the sights. Low season here in tourist land brings out more of the locals and Europeans. A much more interesting crowd, except for the obviously American woman in black jeans and long sleeves when it was like a sauna on the streets. With the sweat running off us like a fountain, even under a ceiling fan, we decided even the street entertainment was not that good, and caught a cab back to The Haciendas. The cab driver commented on the way home, “I have a 2 year old and one on the way in November. My baby company is now closed”

Probably a little snorkeling on tap for this afternoon if the water isn’t too rough.
more later,
wes

Cancun 09 Adventure #6

Well here it is Sunday morning, and we are well landed at the Royal Haciendas in Playa del Carmen. You can see Cozumel off the coast, and see the cruise ships lit up at night. We had a pretty uneventful check out at the Club International yesterday, and our transportation arrived courteously on time. We had a nice visit with Edgar from USA Transfers as he carried us the 45 minutes or so to our new resort. He was very forthcoming about how things were here with the US occupancy down quite a bit. He said that he had only worked 3 days last week, and was working even less in the week ahead. He said this time of the year is always low season, but this year with the confluence of the US economy, the swine flu and hurricane season, things were really slow. We asked him about his view on the swine flu issue, and he said here on the coast---no problem. He did say, however, he has a brother in the medical profession in Mexico City, and it is “very bad—scary”.

We arrived at Royal Haciendas and proceeded through the check in process. Since we were well ahead of the majority of folks (who arrive on the planes from the US from noon on) we breezed right through. We hiked to our assigned room, and it was beautiful. Had a nice view of the ocean, and the empty pool, with a board wall around it. (closed for major repairs) We looked at the map and located the other pool, which was a significant hike away. We decided, given my locomotion issues, we might try and see if they had a room on the other side of the world where the operational pool was located. Turned out between the mgmt. and our Concierge they were able to relocate us to a great unit very near the pool and beach. We stowed our luggage, and headed for the pool.

The remaining pool is quite large, and has a swim up pool bar. It is also of the “infinity” design so the water appears to flow over the edge into the ocean. The view from the pool bar is fine enough to warrant sitting there all day, which is what we did for the rest of the afternoon. The guys working behind the pool bar really love their jobs, and bonded with Vickie from Virginia soon after we landed. They had great music going, and happy hour started at 3:00 with the ringing of a big bell many times. As more and more guests checked in and got to the pool, a great time was had by all. Around 5:30 we decided we’d look up some dinner since we had only snacked since breakfast. Little did we know how lucky that decision turned out to be.

We went up to our room, cleaned up, and headed to La Palapa del Sol, which is the main and currently only restaurant here. It is a semi outdoor restaurant with a giant thatched roof. The special of the evening was a Caribbean Buffet including everything for about $24 US. We were both very hungry so decided to go for it. The layout of food was incredible. They had several different kinds of hot mussel preparations, cold seafood with shrimp, scallops, orange chicken, spicy fish, beef kabobs, and more mussels with pasta. Also there was a taco/fajita station with pick your own meat combo that a guy grills for you. On the salad side, they had marvelous stuffed avocados, all manner of salad fixings, pickled spicy radish and hicima, crispy pea pods, apple and chicken salad, etc etc. On the other end of the buffet they had hand cut French fries, quesadillas, fried bananas, fried cheese sticks, and a giant pot of the best seafood soup I have tasted in a long time. We began a slow and relaxed serious attack on some of the best food we have had in Mexico. The service was attentive, a pretty good band started up, and it was a pleasant evening. We had just about gotten to dessert when Vickie slapped a mosquito on her cheek, which seemed odd since we never had a bug problem up in Cancun except possibly late the last night. I told her it was her imagination until she continued to swat, and I began having things flying around my face. Vickie excused herself and went up to the room for some OFF we brought along. I continued to eat and brush things from in front of my face. She got back and even with insect repellent on was getting bothered by the bugs. Finally she swatted one off my face, and we examined it. It was a coal black mosquito. I looked around the restaurant and upon closer observation, everyone in the place was batting, scratching, and swatting. The band was trying to play, swat, and sing. We grabbed some delectable desert, ate it quickly and settled our check. On the way out, I looked at the line waiting to be seated, and wondered what the outcome of their dinner would be.

After we got back to the room, and escaped the hungry swarm, there was a phone message blinking in our room. It took a couple tries to decipher the high tech electronic phone system, but we finally got the message. “Oh Senior, we’d just like to tell you the electricity will be off all day tomorrow starting at 7 am, thank-you-very-much”. (you can’t make this stuff up) So Vickie and I commiserated a little, and then planned our survival attack. We walked rapidly to the grocery store, (with the hungry horde hard on our heels) and got a big bag of ice, insect repellent, mixer, something for breakfast, lunch, and liquor. A quick walk back to the villa (something like a walking blood drive) and we were all set. I turned all the thermostats in the villa (3 of them) down to “hang meat” to store up some coolness for tomorrow, and programmed my mental alarm clock to wake up prior to 7 am so I could make coffee. We settled in for the night as I made faces out the window at the “black vampire devils”.

I woke up early, made the coffee, and transferred it into our thermos when the power went off promptly at 7:22 am. (that’s 7 am Mexican time). I kept the heavy drapes tightly closed to keep out the heat and we relaxed until 9 am and our “Welcome Meeting”. We went to the meeting to get the free coffee and pastry they offered. The Mexican pastry is freshly hand made and to die for. On the way I didn’t see any more of the little black creeps from last night. I’m sure they are back over in the swamp just waiting for dusk and another bunch of unsuspecting diners. We have a “Welcome Party” which involves free food, soda, and beer, at the beach at noon. I have all my snorkel gear in the mesh bag ready to take to the water this afternoon. The room is staying relatively cool with my attention to energy storage/conservation, and the back up generator runs the elevators so we are in pretty good shape.
more later,
wes