...one of the other 17,000 Black Bears in Colorado the *first day out of hibernation- pretty thin, eh. This one kept coming toward me on the trail until I told him/her (in a loud, firm voice, just like the literature says) she was going to have to let me pass. He/she stopped and walked off the trail about 10 yards until I passed- very polite, indeed. *At least that's what an article in the Boulder Daily Camera said.
Looking back at the grass runway in the rear-view mirror from the back seat of an ultralight trike. Like sitting in a lawn chair in the sky- what a hoot! I wasn't afraid until the pilot told me to take the controls- then suddenly it got REAL high! If you want to see the video from this flight- https://www.facebook.com/rex.nelson.9/videos/vb.1266099361/1164021941823/?type=3&theater
I've stood in some incredible places in the world, but this one... wow, just look at it! In the Zion National Park slot canyon known as the Narrows, the Virgin River itself is the trail. From the bottom of the narrow canyon, the walls rise over 2,000 ft in places. Here, at the confluence of the Virgin River and Deep Creek, we were all speaking in whispers. Well, you can see the look on Rick's face- total awe.
What follows is the story of one of my most enjoyable musical experiences, and it happened at a woodpile. So..., my men's group stayed in a small motel just outside of Yellowstone National Park. The next morning I took a walk on the grounds and heard somebody playing cool blues on their radio, then realized, by golly, it was live! Huh?! I headed toward the sound, and, lo and behold, here was Howie with his small travel guitar and some guy I'd never seen, playing harmonica. And I'm not talking B flat playing- this guy was jaw-dropping good, and Howie was keeping up with him! I just stood and listened, Howie smiling just like he is here.
On his last night in the states before he went to war, Terrell asked Frances to marry him. After she said Yes, he asked for something of hers to carry with him. She gave him 1) this tube of lipstick (wooden because all non-essential metal went toward the war effort.) You can still smell the lipstick.
I'll give you this story as it was published in the National Cemetery Association's magazine: A Heartwarming Story From Alabama National Cemetery- The author of this story is Rex Nelson, son of Terrell Nelson, a World War II Veteran who is interred at Alabama National Cemetery. "The drive to the Alabama National Cemetery was as beautiful as the weather. My wife and I wheeled my mom, Frances Nelson, and uncle Reggie Dorn through the straight, white rows to my dad’s marker, number 958. We had been there only a few minutes when a woman with an armful of flowers and a beautiful grandchild came across the grass searching for a name. While we were speculating about who had put the flowers at my dad’s marker, the woman came closer and closer until she stopped at marker number 960, two graves down, about six feet from us. How interesting, I thought, that in an otherwise empty cemetery, here we all were, so close. What happened next explained why - if you believe in serendipity, that is. As she was putting the flowers on her husband’s grave, we struck up a conversation with her, and she mentioned that she had put the flowers on my dad’s grave. In her accent, she explained that she had been born in Belgium. When she saw “Battle of the Bulge” on my dad’s marker, she had (anonymously, mind you) put the flowers there out of gratitude for what he had done on her home soil. She started crying, “There is no way we can thank those soldiers enough for what they did for us.” Well, you could have knocked me over with a feather! I walked over and hugged her, and she just cried and cried. Needless to say, she wasn’t the only one. As she hugged my mom, I thought, “What are the chances we would meet this gentle stranger who had been putting flowers on my dad’s grave out of gratitude for what he did 65 years ago?” At one point, she ran her hand lovingly over his headstone and said she would keep putting flowers there. As we exchanged names, she hugged my wife and Uncle Reggie, and even got my mom’s address so that she can visit her. As we left, she said, “You know, there are certain people you wish you could live next door to. You all are those people.” It was one of those seemingly chance encounters that restores your faith in humanity, and that you know will always stay with you."
This doesn't show even half of it, but this photo is taken over the mouth of a spring from which flows a quarter of a billion (with a B) gallons of water every day. This is crystal clear Wakulla Springs in Florida. If you saw The Creature From the Black Lagoon when you were a kid like I did and it scared me silly for weeks- well, that was filmed here. But really, it is just a gorgeous place.