Cat Torture

It seems that sometimes we are simply meant to harass cats and wake them up.

All it takes the click of the camera shutter to ruin what was a great nap. Easy-peasy!

St Louis

When we visit a city, one of the first things we look for are the old, large cemeteries. We love seeing dead people. Since we only spent one evening in St. Louis, we planned to spend the following morning briefing exploring  the large Bellefontaine and Calvary Cemeteries in town. These are adjacent to one another: Calvary is for the Catholics and Bellefontaine is for protestants.

Moving West

The first day of retirement was spent driving to Louisville. The second day was spent wandering about Louisville with family to see a few things we've never seen. Near the Muhammad Ali Center is the back of some historic storefronts seen above.

The Ali Center is a really nice space, not so much a museum as a discussion of that make him a great man. It was very impressive.

Leaving Home 6.23.16

Yesterday, I planned to make a picture of us leaving the house while standing on the back porch, but the rain ruled that out. So we headed for the library where I could put the camera on the wet bar for support. And here we are, saying goodby to the house, collecting the sprits of our kitties to take with us, then hitting the road in the sometimes blinding rain.

Pretty Much Read to Go

Today I visited the office for the last time. I gave Kim my JAC Card and my keys. We transferred signature authority from me to Chris and Ioana. I'm done.

We've made our last trip to the storage facility to put aways the bits we want to keep. We've made the last trip to our security box at the bank to put away important papers for safekeeping.

Today I made a (nearly) last pass at packing. We bought two luggage sets of three bags. These are nice polycarbonate spinners that nest inside one another. We only need five of the bags to hold all our stuff so one of the medium-sized bags is nested inside the matching large one. This will give us room to expand as we travel with souvenirs. All that is left to pack are the cords and chargers for our electronics. This will happen in Arkansas when we are ready to fly. All our clothes for the trip between here and Tontitown are packed separately and will not make the trip any farther.

We have rented a car for the trip to Arkansaa since the big red Caravan has died. It is a bright red Jeep Compass. Plenty of room for us and our stuff. I gassed it up this morning.

All that is missing is the sale of the house. We have a nibble and are hopeful that this will come to fruition (an offer) soon, perhaps in the next week or so.

So with a few speed bumps, we are on track for fun and adventure. Tomorrow we pack the car and make a final cleaning of everything.

Thursday, we hit the road.

I Just Couldn't Pass This One Up...

Giant crab horde gathers in Australia

Where else would a giant horde of crabs gather but off the coast of Melbourne in Port Phillip Bay?

Amazing Photo

Cindy Goeddel's image Peter Pan and His Shadow is one of nine photos featured on time.com from the 2016 NANPA Showcase competition highlighting Nature Photography Day. See more at: http://time.com/4366180/inspiring-nature-photography-day-nanpa/?iid=sr-link1

Cindy Goeddel's image Peter Pan and His Shadow is one of nine photos featured on time.com from the 2016 NANPA Showcase competition highlighting Nature Photography Day. See more at: http://time.com/4366180/inspiring-nature-photography-day-nanpa/?iid=sr-link1

I try to only upload photos that I've taken, but sometimes I see things that are really too good to pass up. The photo above is one of those images. What I see in an image like this is not only good technical skills but a really cold person, perhaps hungry person, sitting in the snow for hours, waiting patiently for the just the right moment to press the shutter button. Not sure I can do this myself, but I sure admire it.

Some Things You've Just Got to Do

www.gettyimages.com

About three years ago I gave up mowing the yard. The mower died one last time, and we hired a landscaping service to do it for us. I've enjoyed the leisure since then. Today, while pet-sitting, we needed to mow the lawn at our host house. The yard here is very small and it didn't take long, but the memories of all those years came flooding back.

I used to see good things about the effort of mowing. The engine noise creates a sonic envelope around you that gives you isolation from the world to think. The effort and attention to the task keep you from drifting too far afield. Not a bad way to spend a few hours on a Saturday (or Monday). But, like many other tasks in life, I've reached the point where this is less fun that it used to be. Nowadays, the work feels like it out weighs the good. I don't know. Perhaps the next time will be more fun.

Sadness, Horror, and Hatred

John Birmingham writes regular columns for Fairfax Media in Australia. In a column published in the Brisbane Times today, he puts the blame for the Orlando massacre squarely where it belongs...

Hatred.

We can see the evidence of the hatred boiling away inside the shooter's heart and mind, but we cannot now clinically dissect it. We can only ponder the consequences of hatred. It always ends in blood, in horror. Always.

 and on who is responsible

Some of you might consider the effect you have on weaker, smaller, more unstable minds when you point your crooked staff at a reviled minority and pronounce your very own fatwa upon them.

There will be blood and a few inconvenient drops of it might just splatter on you as they fly. 

We all bear the responsibility of this terrible shooting and we all must stand together to stop it from happening again.

Recent Activities

We are pet sitting in Staunton while friends do some pet sitting of their on in London. Between petting and feeding, we are still trying to finalize our travel preparations. We made a visit back to the house to make another pass at packing and I think we have now packed all that we can before really are ready to pull out of the drive way.

Time Travel

As all of you know, the seasons are generally delineated by the relation of the sun to equator. When the sun is crossing the equator headed north in March, we call this the Vernal Equinox and it marks the beginning of spring in the northern hemisphere and fall in the southern. Correspondingly, as the sun later crosses the equator headed south in September, we have the Autumnal Equinox.

The word equinox come from the latin for equal night. In March equal night happens, depending on the year, on March 20 or 21 and in September it is on the 22nd or 23rd.

When the sun reaches its northernmost excursion, we have the Summer Solstice on June 20 or 21 marking the beginning of summer in the north and winter in the south. Similarly, northern winter and souther summer begins when the sun is at the southern extreme, the Winter Solstice on December 21 or 22. The word solstice is from the latin for sun stands still.

Easy peasy, right? Just what we all were taught in grade school. Well, it seems not everyone views the seasons this way. In Australia, all the dates are moved back to the beginning of the respective months. Thus, spring there begins on September 1, Summer on December 1, Fall on March 1 and Winter on June1.

Here I've been trained to see the start of a season as being tied to this astronomical stuff and not open to discussion. Now I realize that a season begins when you say it does and is just as manmade as daylight savings time, peak commute times, prime time for television, and business hours. Learn something every day!

We tie our season shifts to astronomy, the Australians connect theirs to the weather. Now is the beginning of 'summer weather' so now is the beginning of summer. Simple as that.

Besides, who can ever keep track of what day the equinox or solstice really happens on? Clearly the Aussies are on to something.

Nice...

The money quote:

Gympie snake catcher Cody Rowe agrees.
"It doesn't really matter what time of the year you stumble across them. Like in winter they are real slow and sluggish but give them a few minutes and they'll be right royal fine to give you a run for your money," he said.

See more at the Toowoomba Chronicle

Time is Short

Timing is Everything

At St. Simone's Island, Ga.

As I find retirement approaching quickly, I've been thinking about life and the pursuit of happiness. As I've told several students, we are about to embark on the adventure that I wanted to try when I graduated from college, but had neither the money nor the courage to attempt. This is true. But there are many other reasons why this is happening now and now 40 years ago.

We'll Be Moving On Soon...

As we draw near our departure date (and our house still hasn't sold - get with it people and help us sell this thing!), we enter a spell of rain, do a few house sits and find totally unsurprising news in the Toowoomba newspaper.

The big Blue Ridge fire now has competition from mother nature and our gardens are getting a good drink.

We are just finishing a sit in Harrisonburg taking care of a couple rambunctious pups. More cats and dogs to take care of soon.

And the latest news from the Toowoomba Chronicle is: Snake on the loose in Toowoomba park

Spring Is On the Way

Above is a bit of detail from the raised garden in the center of the driveway in the backyard. Flowers are a'comin'!

The reason this small section of the yard is interesting is that I took this image with my new Nikon 200-500mm VR lens. With the TC-14E III attached and the lens zoomed all the way out, 500mm becomes 700 mm and the field of view is tiny. I was standing on the back deck. Just a quick test that the lens arrived safely. I'll get some more interesting test shots soon.

Did I mention that our house is for sale?

Around the House

Finally, a day with a bit of sun, even if it is cold. So, I decided to get a few photos of the outside of the house to advertise things a bit. Help us spread the word about this house so it will sell quickly, and we can get on with out adventure.

Our House is for Sale!

Our house is officially on the market! Please tell all your friends (and enemies for that matter) to give us a look and and BUY OUR HOUSE!!!

Don't you worry about what we do if (when) the house sells in the first week. This would be the very best problem to have, and we have plenty of options. Before we worry about that, the house must first sell and this process is finally started.

Everyone now stop reading this boring post, call your friends, and tell them to head over to Listing 544898 for the full details.

Coming Home

          The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step. Lao Tzu

A journey of 18 ½ hours ends with both cheeks numb. Anon

So. Last Friday morning we got up early, finished packing, said goodby to the pets, and headed out for breakfast.  About 9:00 AM I took E to the airport with the luggage, and I went to get the car washed. We'd been on lots of muddy roads, including the one that Glen lives on, and we wanted to return it clean. The car wash we picked out was closed. Who closes on the Friday before Easter, eh?

I went down the road a bit to another place, and they were happy to do it for us. The whole process took about an hour with two fellows working inside and out with the vacuum, rags and a pressure washer. Looked very nice when they were finished. Total cost 80 Pula... a bit less than $8.

Back at the Airport, E continues to wait.

Home Again!

Sorry to disappear on you. The trip home was exhausting and we are only now recovering. Work on the house took a bit longer than expected and the floors downstairs received the final (I hope) coat of polyurethane today and we are staying in a hotel until it is safe to walk on (at least tomorrow). I'll try to get a post up about the "fun" we had on the way home on an 18 ½ hour flight from Johannesburg. I need a day or two to recover first. Be patient.

Baboons

Just so you understand what you are seeing here: all the photos in this post were taken inside the city limits of Maun almost directly across the river from the town center. There are two main roads, one on each side of the river. This is on the side of the river where we are living.

South African Airlines

Completely incompetent.
Row a canoe across the sea; it will be easier.

By the Boteti River in the Noonday Sun

White Stork.

Riding out of town  we spied a clutch of White Storks in a field alongside the road. We had a fun bird day even if there were no new birds to add to our lists.

Country Life

As far as we can tell, most folks in Maun have electricity although some (many...most?) do not have running water. We know this because even first thing in the morning, Kitsiso and KB have charged cell phones, but we also see lots of people carrying water from the river.

Out of town, even electricity is scarce.

The Local Scene

Terri (in the bed) and Emma doing what they do best.

There are three roads that lead out of Maun, and we've travelled each many times. Yesterday we spent some time exploring locally.

Roads

You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.  Inigo Montoya

Roads are strange places in Botswana. Sure, they are sometimes paved and when they are, they are often painted with traffic-directing marks just like roads everywhere. But here, roads are so much more.

Makgadikgadi and Nxai Pan National Parks

White Stork.

With all the rain we've been having and our reluctance to get involved in driving on untarred roads where the chances of getting stuck are non-zero, we decided that Friday we'd drive on the tarred roads  and visit the Makgadikgadi and Nxai Pans. These salt pans are the remains of large lakes that used to exist here. In the southwestern portion of Makgadikgadi there is still a lake, but it is much smaller than when Livingstone first saw it. Nowadays, there is a the A3 that cuts through the park area on the way from Maun to Francistown. We came to the edge of this before. This time we went all the way.

Driving South Again

A pair of White-Backed Vultures alongside the road south of Maun.

I'm a little behind on the blogging since we've been on the go for a few days. This combined with the weather, had made it difficult to keep up.

Out Into the Bush (Just A Little)

After having our second breakfast at our usual place, Motsana, and seeing the sun come out, we decided to have a mini-safari. We decided to drive towards Moremi and stop when the roads got too bad. There were things to see even without actually getting into deep water or the game reserve itself.

National Goat in the Road Day

After a hard rain Wednesday morning, we discovered that it was National Goat in the Road Day. OK, so it is not really a national thing, we sure saw lots of goats in the road here in Maun.

More Rain

Today (Wednesday) we planned to leave early for a full day at the Moremi Game Reserve. However, during the night it began to rain. It was a steady, hard rain by the time we got up at 5:15 and by the time we finished our morning ablutions about 6:00, it was still going strong.

Everyday Life

Women fishing in the Thamalakane River.

We stopped at the Old Bridge Backpackers yesterday for lunch. Out by the old bridge, we saw three or four women seine for fish. We saw them though one of the gaps between the bridge supports. We could tell that the water was not deep - never more than about knee deep anywhere. Seems like a hard way to put food on the table.

Down by the River

The Thamalakane river just down from the house.

Sunday was a rest and recover day for us. It rained pretty steadily all morning and was cool (in the 70's) and pleasant. I discovered that we could actually watch Netflix on the computer. Apparently, Netflix is clever enough to stream a very low resolution version of the show so our wifi could handle it.

However, time marches on and dog-walking time approached. We knew this from the restlessness and incessant whining and barking. So off to the river we went, led by three happy dogs.

On the Road to the Boteti River

Saturday, we packed a light lunch and took a drive to the east. We headed out of Maun on the A3 toward Francistown. Of course we never got anywhere near that far, but we wanted to see how the scenery changed as we went away from the Okavango delta region. As you can see, the potholes are a constant of life on the road here.

The Morning Chorus

This is our first attempt at posting a video so this will be little rough. I shot this on the iPhone and dowloaded it to the computer into my photo software. Of course, that program does nothing for videos except catalog them, so I opened it in iMovie and down-sampled it to 720p, low quality to get the size to something I can upload from here. The video quality is bad and, frankly, not the point.

This video is here for the sounds. I wanted to share with you the sounds we wake to every morning. Including the radio from next door. The birds are wonderful.

On my browser, I see a still image in addition to the video and I don't know why. Ignore the man behind the curtain (at least until I get this figured out).

A Night at the Movies

At the Motsana Center where we like to go for a post-breakfast Coke and tea before we start the day, there are other activities to enjoy. On Thursdays (at least this week and next), there is a kind of dinner theater. The owner, the standing fellow in the distance, rearranges the furniture to face the stage area off to the left and pulls down the projection screen. Then using his DVD player, we watch the weekly movie. This week it was The Bridge of Spies. It was very good and a welcome relief from the inability to watch Netflix on the slow network connections available here.

Driving home in the dark was an entirely different experience. There are no street lights and very few houses have lights you can see from the road. The dense vegetation also limits the reach of any domestic outdoor lights. Last night it was cloudy so there was no starlight or moon to guide us. It was just bloody dark!

All the roads looked different when viewed only from the car headlights. One stretch has a multitude of color-coded reflectors (with colors indicating side roads, passing/no-passing, etc.) embedded in the road making it feel like we were landing a plane. When this guidance disappeared, it suddenly got almost cave dark. Distances seems longer. We were convinced at least three times that we'd passed our road.

But in the end, after a nice evening out, we got home safely to our little retreat.

Exchange Rate

We've found a morning routine of going to the Piano Cafe at Motsana for a tea and a Coke after breakfast at home. We have, over the space of 2-2.5 hours, a bottle of still water, two Coke Lites, a fresh, warm bran muffin with butter and two jars of jam, and a pot of tea for one. Total cost after converting to US: $5.61. Think about that.

A Few Birds

The Pied Kingfisher.

We headed to the Old Backpackers for such yesterday and had a really good bacon cheese burger with fries. Nice and juicy! While there, we saw our friend the Pied Kingfisher again posing for us. But the real show of the day was viewed from Glen's front porch.

On Roads

Yesterday we drove back out to Shorobe for another look about. A couple new things I noticed this time around.

An Afternoon at the Thamalakane River Lodge

A rain squall coming in from the delta.

We stopped for lunch at the Thamalakane River Lodge yesterday. There are great scenic views of the river and the fields beyond here and the food is reasonable as well. This time we tried the pizza with the chicken and the home-made peri-peri sauce. Oh my! Between us we had three slices of pizza, two bottles of water and two Coke-Lites and were still on fire. We got a box for the remainder to try for dinner. On the way home we stopped for more grapes to try to take the edge off if it. We were at least partially successful and the pizza is now all gone (along with the lining to my digestive tract).

After lunch we settled in for some birds watching. We weren't the only ones have a lunch with a kick to it.

Lunch at the French Connection

Yesterday we had lunch at the very pleasant cafe, The French Connection. It is located near the airport (city center, if you will) and shaded by a canopy and overhead screens to make an outside seating area.

A Soft Afternoon

We had a bit of a soft day today with cooler temperatures and, after lunch, some rain. With the change in reflectance that comes with wetting things down, I decided to try a little infrared photography. Here is Glen's front yard in infrared. It is quite different when you examine a scene in a part of the spectrum that we don't normally see.

With some adjustments, I found that softening and darkening the background allowed the tree rendered with white leaves in the center to standout more and give the image more of a three-dimensional feel. Darkening the walkway a bit balanced with the dark tree trunk and the metal bench on the right. On the whole, I find it a pleasing image. Even simple scenes, when viewed in a new way, can be interesting.

Everything By Truck

Whatever you like.

Lake Ngami

On the shore of Lake Ngami.

This morning we got up early and headed south to Lake Ngami. This is a lake that depends on water from the Okavango, and especially flood years, to have water in it. Rumor has it that there are lots of birds at times. So we loaded up the car with all out food and toys and went to see for ourselves.

Slow Weekend

The Carmine Bee Eater.

This weekend was a slow one for us. We are finding our routine and really enjoying the slower pace of things. Saturday we had a brief rain storm that resulted in having no power. After about 45 minutes, we loaded up and went to one of our favorite haunts: Motsana. This is a small shopping center just out of town. There's a travel agency (Glen's), a small gym of sorts, a couple shops and cafe. There is in addition, one end set up as a stage so there is community theater there several times a year (but not while we are here).

There we net a woman, Nicole, from Toronto, and had a delightful conversation about all sorts of things. After a light lunch and some exploring we headed back home and found the power back on. Sunday was quite laid back with only quick trip to the store. Monday was more interesting. We went to Lake Ngami.

A Local Cemetery

We went for a ride today in new directions and took a road by mistake. As is often the case, the mistake revealed a new adventure. We found a cemetery! Many, if not all, of the gravesites are covered with metal frames that support green awnings. One blog we found suggests that this is to simply keep the sun off of the departed.

Notice that the plot markers are rectangular signs (they seem to be metal) painted in large block letters. They are each the same: Name, birth, death, and internment dates, followed by a line that says "Rest in Peace."

Elizabeth has also learned that Saturday is the only day of the week for burials. This, no doubt, is related to the many young men we saw walking today wearing suits. It certainly must be connected to  the recording of the burial date on the marker.

The African Elephant

On our trip to the edge of the Moremi Game Reserve, one of the splendid animals we saw was the African Elephant. I present him here for your enjoyment.

Alongside the Road

Yesterday we took a short trip to Shorobe, a small village near the end of the tarred road on the way to Moremi. Along the way, we saw a curious thing that we don't really understand. I've searched the web as best I can, but it's no help.

Follow Us!

We have so few readers that I feel compelled to note that some of the entries are going unread :(. And these are the ones with some cool animal photos. I just want to remind everyone that you can learn about all the posts as they go live by following me on twitter @StevenWhisnant. With the hashtag #NoBetterLife4us, you can see what we've posted. To avoid the potential headaches of all the naughty people on the intertubes flooding a comment section, we have chosen to use Twitter as our comment section. Simply put your thoughts down and include our hashtag.

I've also added a bit to the right to allow you to subscribe to the blog by email if you are Twitter-averse.

Either way, we're glad you enjoy the posts.

Flying Over the Okavango Delta

Yesterday, we stopped at Mack Air for reasons quite unrelated, casually asked about the availability for scenic flights over the Okavango Delta, and the next thing we know they are making arrangements. So, at 3:30 we were waiting in the air conditioned lobby ready to go. We showed our passports, bought our tickets, and walked across the street to the airport. All quite laid back here.

No Guts, No Glory

This afternoon Steve and I flew over the Okavango Delta in a Cessna smaller than our car, with a bush pilot young enough to be our grandson, and an aging guy in the rear seat who looked and smelled a little bit like a water buffalo.

No guts, no glory!

Thank goddess for panty liners.

Out By the Old Bridge

A portion of the old bridge across the Thamalakane river.

At one end of the "Old Bridge" is the Old Bridge Backpackers. It is a bar with food, a campsite for those traveling cheaply, and it seems to organize trips as well. All open air with some tables attached to (no legs) living trees, it's a bar with a thatched roof playing 60's music. What a trip! We felt like we had transported back 50 years to the time of hippies and dropped out ourselves.

Our Current Residence

View from the front gate.

Thought everyone would like to see a little about accommodations. We are staying in a delightful bungalow walking distance from the Thamalakane River. Like every other place here, there is a fence and a gate with a padlock.

A Few Moremi Birds

Red-billed hornbill.

We saw many more birds than I could reasonably photograph, so here are a few of the better images. Above is a Red-Billed Hornbill wandering along near the road. There are very common here.

More below the fold.

Large Moremi Wildlife

The Tsessebe Antelope, one of the uglier critters I've seen lately.

Not all the creatures we saw fit into the category of majestic or handsome. The Tsessbe Antelope is one of them. Face covered with sand from trying to ward of the flies, and just generally not a pretty face underneath.

So, let me tell you about the flies. OMG! There were places along the road where opening a window was scary. The flies were so numerous that the swifts were thickly swarming about scooping them up as fast as possible.

Moremi Game Reserve

The main road through the southern end of Moremi.

Today is a little R&R after our trek to the southern end of the Moremi Game Reserve. It is unlike any place in South Africa we've visited. The road is more of a path in many places, and as you see above can be quite deep sand. Four-wheel drive is must. We have intermittent rain as we drove along and there were places with nice mud puddles to navigate.

To maintain my sanity and yours, I'll be posting several entries about this trip.

Beautiful Bee Eater

The Little Bee Eater.

I spotted the Lilac Breasted Roller in South Africa in 1999, and until today, it was the most beautiful bird I've ever seen. The Little Bee Eater in Moremi Game Reserve has knocked the LBR right off of it's perch! Check out the Maybelline sparkly blue eyeshadow this gal is sporting! We saw approximately two dozen Little Bee Eaters flitting around beside the road and this one posed for Steve. What a thrill!