Friday, September 2, 2016

You Smell Like the Game...


Our life now... RVing... Like a Med Run or a West Pac... There's the adventure of getting there and the adventure of being there...

Getting there... By submarine or RV is cramped... Sometimes smelly... Everything better be stowed for sea before getting underway... And goddamn it... I'm still hot racking with a smelly dog... 

So I went to the store this morning looking for some scented candles to put in the candle warmer… I’d rather smell Simon than some of the flowery stuff they had… I didn’t get any…

Walking home… Luckily, I still remember where I parked… I had an idea about those candles and some manly scents… Steak… Bacon… Burgers… Fried Chicken… Beer…

Then I remembered… I’m camping… Bears like the same scents…

Guess I’ll go back to the store tomorrow… Maybe they have cinnamon… The RV will smell like Fireball and the bears will just come by for a drink… 

What Difference Does it Make???

This started as a Facebook status update… Because Facebook wants to know what's on my mind... Well, since they asked... There’s a lot on my mind… Too much for a simple status update… So it’s become a blog… As someone once said… “What difference does it make???”

If my dog was outside incessantly barking for no reason other than to bark... I would fully expect someone to ask/tell me to shut him the fuck up...

Note: He isn't/wasn't... He's trained better than that... I'm making an analogy...

Yes, I realize anal is part of that word... It's going to come in handy... Damn... I used anal and come in… In back to back sentences… This could easily flow right into the gutter from here… Facebook might be sorry they asked what’s on my mind…

OK… Back to the analogy…

If my dog was outside incessantly barking for no reason other than to bark... I would fully expect someone to ask/tell me to shut him the fuck up...

So why do people think it’s OK to bring their kids to a Kampground and let them act like animals??? Incessantly, screaming for no reason but to scream… Loudly whining when they don’t get their way and fighting with their siblings…

What’s the difference???

There are a lot of places it would not be acceptable to bring my dog, yet he behaves better than the animals frequenting this Kampground… I’d be expected to put him in a kennel for the weekend or for the time I’m away… Yes, I have ranted about this before…

Well, if you are going to bring your kids how about teaching them to act like humans or leave them in a kennel next time you go away… 

There’s a business idea for you… Kennels and Kages for Kids… But someone else already has the logo… I wouldn’t want to work there… Sometimes I feel like I already do…

Thankfully, it’s the last weekend of the summer… Can I make it until Tuesday without poking my fucking ear drums out??? 

Monday, August 29, 2016

I'm So Excited!!!

Early summer 1985... Standing on the pier... Norfolk, VA... 2 less than two weeks after reporting aboard the USS FLYING FISH SSN-673... Waiting to get underway for a Med Run... Dress Whites... Singing this... 

31 years later... 2016... Late summer... Simon, in his dress whites and I... The Last of the Moheathens... Weeks away from the next leg of our adventure... 

Details of which are changing rapidly... Like the river we are camped on... 

Our life now... RVing... Like a Med Run or a West Pac... There's the adventure of getting there and the adventure of being there...

Getting there... By submarine or RV is cramped... Sometimes smelly... Everything better be stowed for sea before getting underway... And goddamn it... I'm still hot racking with a smelly dog... 

Being there... Everyplace is different... As different as a Med Run and a West Pac... 

As different as a 23 yr old on West Pac and a 29 year old on a Med Run... As different as a dark, crowded, smoke filled, noisy bar, full of drunk sailors and country music and a 60 yr old alone in a quiet campsite, beside a campfire, only the dog near by... 

Surrounded by the sounds of the forest and stars so close they can touched... Far better than the sounds of a casino and flashing neon lights...  

Any way... This song has been echoing in my head all day... #imsoexcited #coulditbeanomen 

https://www.youtube.com/attribution_link?a=b3XQziVgIK0&u=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3Dg6A6pMO_WKM%26feature%3Dshare

Long may you run...

Just found out yesterday was Rainbow Bridge Rememberance Day... 2/3 of these beautiful boys have crossed... Simon and I are the Last of the Moheathens and we miss his brothers, everyday... Long may you run boys... Long may you run... xxxxx

Saturday, August 27, 2016

No Regrets, Coyote...

A little over a year ago I began the practice each day of listing things I’m grateful for in my journal… Each morning with a cup of coffee, pen and paper… Old school… In cursive… Sister Mary Miserable would be proud… Even if it’s messy sometimes…

It’s been an eye opener and life changing as there are always things to be happy for… Taking the time to think about them to start the day sets the tone for the rest of the day…

Using different methods to provoke good thoughts and to get the ink flowing… This morning I started with the five senses… Sight, Hearing, Smell, Touch and Taste… Felt so good after words I thought I’d share some of the good feelings here…

Sight… The blue sky and all that is good… The trees and the leaves that have already begun turning yellow… Mountains… Sunrises and Sunsets… Smiles… And the wag of Simon’s tail…

Hearing… I’m looking forward to hearing nature again… Three more weeks before Simon and I are alone in the wilderness… The sound of a stream and the wind through the trees… The song of the birds and sounds of the forest… Laughter… And silence, my favorite sound, it’s the sound that speaks the loudest…

Smell… Campfires and good food cooking on the fire… Wild flowers… Simon as I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in the fur of his neck… Smells like love…

Touch… The touch of a friend… Near, far, new, old… A handshake… A hug… Or even a text from afar… The feel of a cool stream to put my feet in… The splash of cool water on my face… The warm sun on my face… The morning dew and the wet grass on my bare feet…

Taste… Good food… Meat off the grill… Fresh fruit and vegetables… Strong coffee… Red wine… Cool water… Good beer…
Warm bed… Good rest…

Time to think… Time to listen and time to hear… Yes, there’s a difference…

No regrets… Life is good…


Sunday, July 31, 2016

South By Southwest...

With still some months of summer left to be spent in the Cascade Mountains of central Washington… Plan A is evolving to drive down and camp along the Oregon and California coastline… Stay tuned for plenty of pictures…

Work has just been started on a possible Plan B... But it's not far enough along yet to decide if it would be an alternative to Plan A or to mention it here...
"Too soon" as they say...  

Often accused of being Psycho and with the screenplay of my life already like something out of an Alfred Hitchcock movie…  If we stick with Plan A... Maybe we’ll make a stop at the Bates Motel…

Oregon coastline… Then California… With stops planned to see the Redwoods, Point Reyes National Seashores and Big Sur… A stop in Ventura to see some friends… Then Slab City… At least to say I’ve been there… One of these winters I’d like to spend the whole winter there…

Then Arizona and into New Mexico… A stop in Roswell, NM for a “family reunion”. If I don’t trade the RV for a UFO… Then we’ll finally get to this winter’s stop in Alamogordo/White Sands, NM…

Already planning on taking a tour of the Trinity Site in White Sands next spring… One day a year the site of the first atomic bomb test is open to the public… Which brings me to one of my favorite quotes… Ironically made during an election year… “Built in America, tested in Japan.” – Ross Perot

I’m psycho, remember…

There’s more stops planned and research continues on other interesting things for Simon and I to see and do along the way and this winter... 

While Simon and I are enjoying our time together as the "Last of the Moheathens"... There is also the possibility of finding him a new brother this winter in New Mexico... 

Though I haven't been blogging as much as I should or would like to... I'm still filling journal notebooks by hand... Turning the scribbles and sometimes random thoughts into readable and hopefully entertaining blogs hasn't always come easy... 

So stay tuned faithful readers... You, Simon and I will fight through some writers block together and share our adventures...  


Priceless Freedom...



"My story isn't sweet and harmonious, like invented stories. It tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves."
- Hermann Hesse

It's not just about what happened... But also... Why did it repeatedly happen??? From one bad relationship to the next… Well, finally the universe has shed the understanding I have been searching for...

Long ago... In a galaxy far, far away... It was ingrained in me that what I wanted never mattered as much as what everyone else wanted... That well, I just didn't deserve the things and the life I wanted...I finally know now it wasn't true...  


Taught that other’s needs, wants and the chaos they create to get it were more important... Taught this from early on by evil and reinforced by evil and bad relationships throughout my life... From one bad relationship to another… Taught to falsely believe that if I gave and met others needs mine would be met as well... Evil people feed on that... Makes you think and believe that initially… Then it overwhelms you with chaos to maintain the control it fears it will lose if you finally get what you want... Evil never was intending to really lend support to my wants and needs… It was only constantly feeding the lie that they were…





It leads to a stolen life... I’ll never get back the hours spent working jobs that I hated chasing paychecks long since spent to trying to appease, please and in the end trying to buy myself peace from the controlling chaos… Controlling chaos that I mistakenly repeatedly opened the front door of my life to… Finally understanding this is part of finally being free of it... Of never repeating it again… 

Yes, youth… And its years of earning power and money has been lost… Pissed away on ungrateful evil… Ungrateful evil only interested in what can be done for them today… Chaos interested only in control… Narcissistic in its need for it…

Now finally understanding this… There’s no more need to talk about what’s been lost… It’s time to only focus on what’s been gained… Certainly there’s been a life time of experiences… In the end, though not all the experiences have been positive… There’s been more good ones than bad ones… Certainly some I’ve had experiences only a few people get to have… Certainly, some hard lessons were learned along the way… But we’re not talking about the cost of those lessons any longer…  

Looking back… What’s been gained??? Yes, a lifetime of experiences and adventure… Yes, certainly some dreams fulfilled… I have seen just about all corners of this world and this country… I fulfilled a dream to tour as a road comic and have lived adventures only a few people get to have…

I have had the love of many a fine dog and we’ve shared adventures some dogs only dream about… I have friends near and far across this land… New friends and old friends…


What have I gained??? One word… FREEDOM… A price tag can never be put on that…