The Hinkle Farm

Jeff got re-assigned by ShopKo last spring. He lived in the Aberdeen Holiday Inn while Valerie stayed in Sioux Falls at her job and to sell the house. The state corrections department (something like that), for which Valerie works, created a job for her in Aberdeen. Meanwhile, they looked for a house. Houses for sale were hard to find due in part to a housing shortage caused by major flooding in Aberdeen last spring. They did, however, find this acreage near Bath, SD, and fell for it. We'd heard a lot about the negatives -- house has only one bathroom, essentially only one bedroom, and there are snakes everywhere! -- so we weren't sure what to expect. It turned out to be really neat.

The previous owners raised miniature horses, so there is a nice barn with miniature stalls, similarly down-sized outdoor stables and pens, plus a large multi-bay garage for parking and working on your farm vehicles. Lots of pasture land and a (miniature) river runs through it. The house has nice spacious rooms, what there are of them. When Jeff and Valerie lived in Bloomfield, they had corrals and farm animals, so they're looking forward to getting some livestock here, but probably after they experience their first winter on a SD farm.

At any rate, here are some farm pictures:

As you can see, we snuggled TuziTwo up next to the garage. I was worried about drawing too much current for the circuit, but there was no problem.

This weekend marked the beginning of pheasant season for non-residents of SD; residents got a head start last weekend. This county is the state's and maybe the nation's hotbed for pheasant. The hotels and restaurants are full. The airport is lined with private jets, and we've heard gunshots on adjacent property. Jeff thought the hunters there might have scared some pheasants on to his property, so he took his shotgun out for a while. Nothing to shoot at, though.

I've come down with a cold and sore throat and so spent most of Sunday sleeping and TV-watching. We plan to leave tomorrow, take five days to get to Luray, VA -- the next stop on our trek to Florida.

Cheers,

Rob and Susie

Nebraska-South Dakota

Forgot to finish our itinerary. From Aberdeen, SD, our next objective is Luray, VA, where we are going to meet Mike, Karen, and Jason Easterling next Friday for a weekend of cave exploration and other activities in the area. Then, we'll work our way to Florida by a route not yet planned. Ditto for trip home.

Meanwhile, this Friday, from Ogallala, NE, we drive east on I-80 to North Platte, then head straight north on US83 through the scenic Nebraska Sandhills area. One website said this stretch of road competes with US50 in Nevada for the loneliest road in the US. This is almost all grassland -- crops don't do well in sand -- and magnificent to see: fall grass colors of brown and gold, some green, and blue skies for a background. Unfortunately, there are few, if any, motor home-friendly pull-offs for pictures. In 130 miles from North Platte to Valentine, there was one scenic overlook, but you could only see the road leading to it, no way to tell if there was room to turn around at the end or not, so I skipped it. Also saw one picnic area, but low-hanging tree limbs kept us out of there. We both tried a couple of shots from a moving motor home (Susie seizing the camera from me for some reason), but they didn't turn out well, so here are a couple from the internet.

This scenic little river through the Sandhills is inaptly named the Dismal River.

The route north into SD takes us through the Rosebud Indian Reservation. From there we jog east and north to Chamberlain, on the banks of the Missouri River, here dammed up to form Lake Francis Case. Our campground is on the east bank. Here are some evening and morning pictures. The old highway bridge, still used but bypassed by the I-90 bridge, caught my attention, particularly after we drove across it en route to the campground.

Next day, Saturday, we have a pleasant 160-mile morning drive across the hills and plains of SD to Aberdeen. We meet Jeff and Valerie at Jeff's ShopKo store, have lunch, do some shopkoing, (here come some happy ShopKo shoppers now!) and follow Valerie out to their 18-acre spread near Bath, which is six miles east of Aberdeen.





Stay tuned for the farm report.



Cheers,



Susie and Rob

Fall 2007: Florida by way of Aberdeen, SD

Tuzigoot Two is on the road again. Way back last winter we signed up to attend an Allegro Rally in Florida, November 5-10, in Seffner, near Tampa (TuziTwo is an Allegro Bus.) As the year went on we kept those plans and gradually formed an itinerary.


Jeff and Valerie Hinkle, who moved to Aberdeen, SD, last summer, bought a small farm and we wanted to see it and them. Susie saw her other three kids in September while I was in China, so Jeff was due a visit. Furthermore, we had been storing some of Jeff and Valerie's inherited belongings from the home of her parents in Las Cruces, so we could deliver them -- the belongings.

Jeff Easterling's birthday is Oct. 17, so we settled on that departure date -- drive to Denver and celebrate his birthday with Valerie and Malia.

This schedule also meshed with a visit from Ken and Elsie Ray, friends from Abilene, who came for the second weekend of Albuquerque's balloon fiesta, Oct. 12 - 14. Which is reason enough to insert a couple of balloon pictures. Here's the scene as the balloons suddenly arise, like sleeping giants. Of course, if you had this flame applied to you, you'd rise, too!

We had a bonus that weekend when the (decidedly non-punk) rock band, Luma, featuring two of my nephews, Marcus and Stephen Collins, and two friends, came from OK to do a Friday night concert in Albuquerque. (The nephews are on the right in the picture on their website.) We put them up in TuziTwo in the driveway for the night. Was a very short night for them because we got three of them up at 4:45am to go to the balloons.

Full disclosure: My camera malfunctioned just after the above shot, so this is from a previous year, but this really is what it looked like when they all got up.

Besides balloons, we and the Rays took in some of NM's scenic sights, including the top of Sandia Crest.

At any rate, after a busy weekend, we spent Monday and Tuesday loading up and left early Wednesday. I'd parked Tuzi a little differently in the driveway than I usually do, in order to provide more parking space for our guests, and I had a really tough time getting out. Only damage was to my sense of assurance, though.

It was a tough driving day -- very strong cross-winds from the west -- but we got to our campground at Chatfield State Park, near Denver, in time to take the birthday boy and family to dinner. Malia's been sick lately, but she's recovering and continues to develop very spectacularly. Jeff is preparing a video of Malia's adoption and it's amazing to compare Malia now with 10 months ago. You can page down to our China reports if you'd like.

Wind blew all night and was forecast to get stronger. We had breakfast with Malia and Jeff then headed northeast. Windy all the way. Decided we'd had enough when we got to Ogallala, NE, just over the Colorado line, and stopped for the night. Much better weather forecasted for Friday.

Cheers,

Rob and Susie

NM Methodist Heritage - 2

Saturday morning we headed 25 miles east to Cimarron, a town celebrating its 150th anniversary this very day. Here's Susie, at a site overlooking Eagle Nest Lake along the way. This was a favorite vacation locale when she was a youth in northern NM. We really love the plains and mountains of northeast NM.

At the Cimarron UMC , Rev. Matt Gary presented a vivid and riveting history of the Methodist church in this area, centering on the Rev. Franklin Tolby, who became pastor for the Cimarron and E-town churches in 1874 and who was murdered in 1875. This presentation was attended by many in the Cimarron community as well as by us Heritage caravaners. Tolby's murder was never solved, but suspicion focused on supporters of the owners of the Maxwell Land Grant. Tolby sided with the settlers and Indians who lived on the Land Grant -- people whom the owners wanted to evict. The violence escalated and came to be known as the Colfax County War.

After a church-provided lunch -- more good Methodist food -- we held a re-enactment of the Tolby memorial service. Rev. Larry Costillo-Wilson, from Albq, who has done a lot of Harwood research, played the role of Harwood and gave a eulogy. We then processed, following a riderless horse led by a local cowboy, to the cemetery where a new stone has been placed on Tolby's grave. Masonic gravesite rites were performed. That was impressive. Gave us all a chance to re-live history.

The final heritage installment was a visit to the Aztec Mill, now a museum that captures a lot of area and era-history. Of Methodist interest is the tale of Rev. Harwood performing a secret wedding of the land baron's daughter, Virginia Maxwell, to an Army officer stationed in Cimarron. It was after word of his role in this marriage, strongly opposed by the bride's parents, got out that Harwood was threatened. Thomas Harwood, shown below, visited us on the top floor of the mill where the ceremony took place and told us that tale.

That completed the day. Had a nice drive home, great scenery, ample clouds, some rain.

Cheers,

Rob and Susie

NM Methodist Heritage-1

We took a "Caravan Heritage Tour" in northern NM on Friday and Saturday. A brief report. (We didn't take careful notes, so some of the history herein is a bit approximate.)

A total of twelve of us from various Methodist churches showed up for the start of the caravan in Espanola, at the McCurdy School and the adjacent Santa Cruz United Methodist Church. Here is where the Evangelical United Brethren Church, which merged with the Methodists in 1968, started a mission school in 1912. First HS graduating class was in 1926 - six students, all of whom went to college. The 2006 class had 26 students, all of whom are currently in college. We were told many teachers in the Espanola and vicinity schools are McCurdy grads, so continue to have a positive effect on youth in the Espanola Valley.

Some campus pictures:

the first campus building


first chapel, now the art building

Next stop was Alcalde UMC, the second EUB school and church started in the area.

A few more miles up the Rio Grande valley our next stop was the Velarde UMC. A church and school were built here by the Baptist Church in 1903. The history is not clear, but there may have been a killing that led to the site being sold to the EUB Church as a church and school. It provided a second McCurdy campus -- when they separated boys and girls. We had a great lunch here of posole, beans, and red chile.

Next was about a 1.5 hr. drive to the Vietnam Memorial near Angel Fire. This is a very moving and somber memorial, started as a memorial to one young man from NM who died in Vietnam, now more of a national shrine. It just recently became a NM state park and the ranger in charge obviously feels very deeply about his and the state's responsibility. Said some Vietnam vets on motorcycles made it clear that "You'd better not mess it up, or ... ."

Last stop of the day was the ghost town of Elizabethtown. The group got separated so those of us without our leaders -- who went miles beyond E-town before realizing they'd missed it -- didn't get quite the intended experience. This was a gold rush town right after the Civil War. All that remains is the walls of a hotel (picture below is from website). It's important in Methodist heritage because the first Methodist church in NM was built here in 1870, by Rev. Thomas Harwood, who led the Methodist effort, primarily among the Spanish-speaking population for about 40 years.

Because of some hard feelings soon after, the source of which are described later, Harwood was warned not to come to E-town. He resolved to, anyhow (saying, in his history of this era, approximately, "I fought with Sherman. ... Why should I cower before this bunch of lowlifes?"). A soldier friend gave him a revolver to carry and he made his next and subsequent visits safely.

Most of us spent the night in nearby Eagle Nest, and all had a nice dinner together at Texas Red's.

Saturday -- part 2

Cheers,

Rob and Susie

Taos - Sunday

Sunday morning we left early for El Pueblito Church. Pastor Steve, giving us every opportunity to serve this week, had invited us to come help set up for their outdoor service. So we helped to move chairs, hymnals, and sound system outside.

The morning's scripture passages were from Isaiah, on beating swords into plowshares and from Mark, recounting how Jesus, when criticized for supping with tax collectors and other undesirables, said I'm here to save the sinners -- I gotta talk to them to do it. Steve's sermon applied those teachings to current-day issues.

About 60 people attended, not well-captured in this picture, and we enjoyed meeting and visiting many of the friendly folks in the congregation before the service and afterwards at the church potluck.

Here's the cross behind the outdoor altar and the view beyond. Steve preached his first outdoor sermon from the back of his horse in this location. He told Helen afterwards that they needed a cross out there, could she find one. She did, from a clothes line.

After lunch it was back to the RV park to disconnect, ease carefully out of our parking slot in the sagebrush and head home. We rendezvoused at the Santa Fe Wal Mart to deliver grandson Tony's college necessities. Trip was uneventful, under cloudy skies and occasional rain.

Great things are happening in Taos through El Pueblito United Methodist Church and we are glad that we had a chance to contribute in a small way for a few days. Keep them in your thoughts and prayers.

As a final image, here's a painting of the church:

Cheers,

Susie and Rob

Taos - Saturday

Lots going on Saturday morning and we take it in. We start with Michael's Kitchen for breakfast -- a traditional favorite. Still haven't seen Julia Roberts or Donald Rumsfeld hanging out in the local eateries.

Then, El Pueblito church is having a benefit yard sale -- we help by buying a wicker picnic basket that may have belonged to Ginger Rogers, plus some books. Next it's the farmer's market downtown and the city library is having a book sale near by. We get some veggies, fruit, longhorn bratwurst, and a few more books.











After that we stroll through a few shops on and near the Plaza. Susie has an inspiration. Let's find some chips and guacamole for a snack -- it's approaching noon, but after our big breakfast, a snack is all we want. Turns out we're standing next to a deli/cafe and their menu shows guacamole and chips. Outside dining, too. Priceless.


There's also a car show in town, but we pass that up. Ditto for the county fair. Spend the afternoon in TuziTwo's air-conditioning. We have a bowl of green chile chicken stew for dinner at the historic Sagebrush Inn, pick up some Albertson's brownies for tomorrow's church potluck, and that's it for the evening.


For excitement, I climb on top of Tuzi for another sunset shot. (Living in Cedar Crest, on the east side of the mountains, we don't see colorful sunsets, so I guess that's the attraction here.)


We've decided to head home tomorrow afternoon after the church potluck. We've had a great and relaxing time in Taos.


Cheers,


Susie and Rob

Friday in Taos

Mid-morning Friday we went to Ranchos de Taos, site of the oft-painted and -photographed St. Francis of Assisi church. Ansel Adams and Georgia O'Keeffe had their shots. Here are a couple of mine. Try to ignore the power lines, second picture.

We visited an adjacent gift shop. Proprietor asked, "Are you on the bus?" No, we said. "Good," he said. Tour buses used to stop at Ranchos and give passengers enough time to see and photograph the church and visit gift and craft shops around the plaza. No longer. Take your pictures and get back on the bus, is the order. Motivated us to buy something, though. We're suckers for sad stories this week.

From Ranchos we angled NW across the Taos mesa (On the Mesa, by John Nichols, author of The Milagro Beanfield War, is a passionate evocation of this mesa, the more remote parts, if I recall correctly) to US 64 which crosses the Rio Grande Gorge. We were looking for Lorraine's house -- Lorraine being a volunteer we had worked with Wednesday. Across 64 we found the road (unpaved, rocky) to her house and followed it several miles NW across more mesa with scattered houses. Just past her house the road ended, but there was a two-track path leading south toward 64, apparently. I had the Magellan GPS with us and it showed some lines across the mesa in that direction. Surely, we can get back that way, I said. I hate to backtrack.

Well, the main problem was that if we drove in the ruts, we'd high-center on the ridge between them. So, I tried to keep one wheel on the ridge, the other on whichever edge seemed the more drivable. We kept going and going, across a few washed out places until we finally came to ... a fence. No choice but to turn around and backtrack all the way. Fortunately, we didn't get stuck or Lorraine might have found a couple of stranded travelers on her doorstep.

Helen, at Shared Table, told us that the best Mexican food in the area was Lena's, in Arroyo Seco. That's where we headed for lunch -- up the road to Taos Ski Valley. Trouble was, other than an upscale restaurant that wasn't and couldn't have been Lena's, the only place to eat in Arroyo Seco was Abe's Bar, Grocery, and Grill. Thought maybe I might have gotten the name wrong from Helen, but the place looked good. Lots of pick-ups parked outside. About six tables squeezed into the half of the building housing the grill and grocery. Menu definitely Mexican, including homemade tamales, order at the counter. Wallpaper and table vinylcloths with matching chile patterns. Midway through a tasty lunch, I heard one of the patrons saying Hi to Lena in the kitchen. We WERE at the right place!

After lunch we strolled the shops in Arroyo Seco. Met a personable young man from Midland, TX in this A-frame pottery shop -- he lives upstairs and seemed to be really enjoying life. Would he go back to Midland? No way, not after he's seen Arroyo Seco. Susie bought a coffee cup to help his economy.



Speaking of pick-ups, old pick-ups are depicted in lots of local art. This one in Arroyo Seco may be the model:




Arroyo Seco also features an historic church -- this is the La Santisima Trinidad church, dating to ca. 1834.





We drove to the ski area and back and called it another pleasant day in Taos. We've had fun, also, on our excursions the last two days, exploring residential areas. Lots of dead-end streets, winding streets shaded by tall cottonwoods, adobe walls and hidden haciendas.

Cheers,

Susie and Rob

More Taos

We promised more info on Steve Wiard and his Taos ministries. From our visit with Steve and a 2006 article in the United Methodist Reporter:

Steve was raised in Kansas and taught high school social studies for 18 years. He became active in politics and ran for and was elected to the Kansas state senate -- quite an accomplishment for a pony-tailed Democrat -- and served three terms. Door-to-door contacts did it for him, he told us. He also began part-time preaching in the 70s and became a lay-preacher in the Methodist church -- a level below being "ordained," as I understand it.


At some point he let the church know of his interest in a move to Taos and that came about in 1997. The church had started Shared Table a few years earlier as a meals program. In '97 they switched to distributing commodities in order to feed more people more substantially and to help low-income workers with large families. The program also provides at-cost prescriptions and short-term emergency assistance, such as lodging and transportation for those in need. Steve says he gets calls from the police for all sorts of situations.


If you would like to contribute to the Shared Table ministry, the address is:


El Pueblito United Methodist Church
6981 ndcbu
Taos, NM 87571



The church and Shared Table operate under separate Boards. The Methodist church is not a sponsor of Shared Table, but the NM/NW TX Conference of the church did make a special donation last year.



People coming to Wednesdays' Shared Table are not seen as prospective Methodists. The message is subtle - here is a place that cares and people who treat them with respect and dignity. Steve characterizes the church as a "guilt-free zone," open to anybody. The church has grown and they recently knocked out a wall next to the sanctuary to expand seating from 65 to 85. We're looking forward to being in church Sunday, though as the fourth Sunday in a summer month, the service will be outside under a tent.


Steve's bottom line in the Reporter story: Anne Frank's quote comes to mind: 'In spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart.'

Speaking of good hearts, here's Steve and Susie with a proud new papa and his baby



Susie and I have had conversations this week about how to improve the lot in life of those in poverty. There is a real issue on the types of assistance to provide. You have to meet people's survival needs, but you/we also need to provide ways for people to improve their status. It's one thing to be in poverty; it's another to be mired in poverty, to have no hope of a way out. One of the saddest things Wednesday was watching three-generation families come through the line. How do they and we break that cycle? They need skills and attitudes. We're reminded of the familiar sentiment:


“Give a man a fish; you have fed him for today. Teach a man to fish; and you have fed him for a lifetime”—Author unknown


That's the original. The website I retrieved this from also had this modified version:



"Give a man a fish; you have fed him for today. Teach a man to fish; and you can sell him fishing equipment.”—Author unknown


Now, that's the entrepreneurial spirit!


Steve told us the first Methodist church in Taos is now a residence. We drove by. The front view didn't look very churchy, but the side view, second picture, does -- note the windows.




If you should happen to be in Taos and would like to see this church/house, the address is 115 Quesnel. As you approach the Plaza area from the south, turn right at the light just past McDonald's.

I need to find out the history of this place. I recall a story that the Rev. Thomas Harwood, largely responsible along with his wife, Emily, for establishing the Methodist church among Spanish-speaking New Mexicans in the late 1800s, told. I need to look this up in Harwood's History, but, as I recall, in Taos one night a gun-wielding gang of toughs crashed a service he was holding. Cooler heads prevailed, but this was but one of several life-threatening adventures the good Reverend survived in his 40-some years of ministry in NM. Taos Methodist preachers also figured prominently in the Colfax County War of 1875. It was sparked by one preacher's murder, fanned by another preacher's zeal to find the murderer.

Speaking of history, we're coming back to this area next weekend for a New Mexico Methodist heritage event -- stops at several sites from Espanola to Cimarron.

Thursday evening we tried to catch sunset over the mesa.

Storm clouds over the mountains, reflecting the sunset, got our attention, too.

They say the New Mexico sky helped launch the Taos art colony.

Cheers for now,

Susie and Rob

Shared Tables - Taos

Wednesday was Shared Table day. Sunday, at church, we had filled Tuzi's basement with food and hygiene products donated by St. John's members. Our "toad" PT had grandson Tony Hinkle's college stuff that he had stored in our garage for the summer. He's returning to the College of Santa Fe for classes next week and we're going to deliver his things to him in Santa Fe on the way home. Maybe all this weight contibuted to yesterday's Tuzi overheat episode.

At any rate, Wednesday morning I unloaded Tuzi:

and then packed the PT (hope you can see the generosity expressed by the Albq folks),

for transport to the El Pueblito Methodist Church.

In case this is not what you expect a northern NM church to look like, this building was once a gas station, bar and cafe. It became the church in 1960. The lower left area is the sanctuary. It was a covered driveway and gas pump island. The upstairs is now mostly storage for the Shared Table supplies.

Steve Wiard wears two hats, one as the minister at El Pueblito and one as the Director of the Shared Table food bank (although these two hats were disguised today as a Boston Red Sox cap). He introduced us around and chatted with us about his background, the church, and the program's history. We soon started helping the staff and volunteers get set up for the distribution which started at 11:00am. Susie and I helped in the toiletry section -- filling plastic bags with toothbrushes, toothpaste, soap, deodorant, diapers, and "personal" items. Also had school supplies for families with school-age kids.

Here's Steve, with assistant director, Helen, showcasing the day's produce.

St. John's donors brought us a lot of toothbrushes and toothpaste and they should know it was all distributed! Diapers and Depends, too. Didn't keep track of the canned food, but I'm sure it either was passed out or is stored in the pantry for future dispersal. The toothcare stuff were products they had run out of recently and they were in much demand. The policy is not to distribute willy-nilly but to provide what the folks asked for. Most everybody who came by our table asked for a toothbrush and toothpaste.

Each recipient starts off with bags of canned vegetables and fruit, plus meat, bread, and dairy products. Also, a roll of toilet paper, I noticed. The aim, Helen told us, is to provide food that a person could survive on for three days, if needed. Our understanding is that for the most part, the recipients have homes or other access to cooking facilities. Fresh corn, cabbage, apples, and potatoes were also available today. The program's food comes from individual, restaurant, and grocery donations and purchases from the Food Depot in Santa Fe. (A statistic: in 2006 the Food Depot distributed 2.5 million pounds of food and related products to some 100 agencies in seven northern NM counties.) One of the Table's part-time paid employees is a van driver who does pick ups around town. Santa Fe delivers.

Here's the fresh vegetable table with Helen and a couple of volunteers. The young man in the orange frock(?) was a volunteer named August and he had just been in town a few weeks. He was volunteering in exchange for picking up some food and supplies.

You see a slice of life here that you don't normally see. (Someone asked at home: "Taos has homeless people?) As we drove up we saw a heavily tattooed, multiply pierced young man. His tattoos were quite visible because he was wearing a low-cut, short dress and combat boots. Corporal Klinger would have been green with envy.

Everything is nice and orderly. People sign in and let the staff know how many adults and children they are representing. Last year's statistics: 5000 adults and 2000 children served.

The staff controls the flow to a leisurely progression between tables. Here are Beth and Lorraine, two volunteers who taught Susie and me the ropes on the toiletries table. We visited quite a bit with Lorraine. She and her husband retired to Taos from education careers in New York about 11 years ago, almost simultaneously with their son and daughter moving to Truth or Consequences, NM. They spend a lot of time volunteering.

After the food bank closed up here, Lorraine took the excess down to the Presbyterian Church in Ranchos de Taos, south of Taos (El Pueblito is north of town, so the two churches bracket Taos), for the afternoon distribution there. We had lunch on the way through town then joined them and helped finish up Shared Table south.

Faithful readers of our chronicle know that Susie finds people she knows, or who know people she knows, wherever we go. One of the Presby volunteers was Eddie, formerly a teacher and ultimately superintendent of Taos schools. He mentioned he went to Highlands U, in Las Vegas, NM -- Susie's alma mater. Well, he remembered her dad, Rush Hughes, a Highlands VP, and various other Highlands notables.

I slipped away and got a shot of the sanctuary. Very nice -- they recently celebrated their 100th anniversary. There used to be a Presbyterian school at the site, where Eddie started his educational journey. "If you teach them, they will come," is the philosophy that launched many Protestant schools and churches in New Mexico a century and more ago.

We did an ice cream stop on the way back to the RV park, then vegged out for a good while before making the obligatory Wal Mart run.

We'll provide more info on Rev. Steve and Shared Table in a later installment. Need to ponder a bit. Plus Blogger tends to do funny formatting to long postings.

Cheers,

Susie and Rob

TuziTwo Takes Toiletries to Taos

A couple of years ago David Edwards, our preacher, asked us to think about ministry ideas for folks like us who tend to travel quite a bit. That led to us deciding last winter to try to have a joint outing by St. John's RVers. The idea was to go to a scenic, interesting area -- and one that had a local Methodist church. We would do RVer/tourist sorts of things and we would also interact with the local congregation. I got suggestions from Jim Hawk, our former preacher and current District Superintendent, and settled on Taos. It's of course a well-known destination and the local church, El Pueblito, is active in the community. In particular they sponsor a Shared Table food-bank ministry in which they distribute food and hygiene products to needy folks in Taos -- starving artists and others -- twice a month. Distribution days are the second and fourth Wednesdays. In talking with the Taos preacher, Rev. Steven Wiard, I also learned that they have pot luck lunches the fourth Sunday of each month. So, we picked August -- the week encompassing the fourth Wednesday and fourth Sunday.

We had about six RV-owners interested at the start, but the date didn't work for some. Three couples made RV park reservations early in the summer, but circumstances beyond their control forced them to cancel just the last week. So, Susie, Tuzi, and I are in Taos this week, flying the St. John's banner, figuratively.

The two preceding Sundays we put a notice in the church bulletin asking for food bank donations -- food and hygiene products. Members came through in a big way this past Sunday and we filled TuziTwo's basement.

Trip up (on Tuesday) was a little eventful. The automatic leveling system hasn't been working right and it signaled a problem as we were driving! That's not good, but I think I must have accidentally bumped the On button. Then, just as we topped out on Taos mesa, approaching the first turn-out for viewing the Taos Gorge, the temperature sensor started beeping. We pulled off promptly and things cooled off while we had lunch. It's a pretty steep climb and we were fully loaded, including the PT, but didn't seem like much stress for TuziTwo, so I was surprised. We made some much more severe climbs last September going to Yellowstone.

Then had the most difficult time I've ever had getting set up. Our slot was rather narrow, more so than I realized and as I was watching the left side I brushed the right side up against some sagebrush. Got some scratches that I think I can remove.

The slot has two narrow cement slabs for parking, but you have to get perfectly centered and lined up in order for the leveling jacks to be solidly on the slabs. That took some back and forth, plus nursing a balky system to lower the jacks. Finally got all set up, then realized we couldn't open the awning, so it was disconnect, raise the jacks, pull forward ten feet and set up again. Hot day, too, and feeling kind of dumb -- not pleasant.

The good news is that the satellite TV was promptly activated by DirectTV. We had a couple of hours to cool off, wind down, then took a drive around Taos, had dinner at the Chow Cart and made the ritual stop at Wal-Mart (scratch repair, etc.).

Tomorrow we'll transfer the food bank stuff to the PT and take it to the church.

Cheers,

Rob and Susie

Miscellanea - August 07

1. A friend and I are traveling to Australia in September. I've started a blog: AussieOdyssey with some background info. If you're interested in following our trip, check once in a while in September.

2. Got a phone call out of the blue a couple of days ago. Friendly lady from Michigan asks me if I'm Rob E of Tuzigoot fame. I admitted it. She was coming to New Mexico and wondered if it would be possible to see Albuquerque, Santa Fe, and the Grand Canyon in six days. Sure, one day for each, three days for travel.

I guess this proves that either our Tuzigoot website or this blog has been discovered by at least one surfer. Susie says, "That's scary."

Cheers,

Rob