Posts Tagged ‘2014’

Well, I came home from my trip to New Mexico, to find my neighbor across the hall had moved from his apartment.  One day, the landlady was standing in the doorway (she was using the apartment as a temporary office) and we started talking about the apartment.  I came in and took a look, thought about it for a day and decided I would take it on the first of June.  Then I went back to work for another rotation.  However, I stayed in the area instead of traveling somewhere else, so I had to live and straighten up my apartment every day, since she wanted to start showing it to folks.  That was hard, because I tend to live in clutter.

So, I spent the week driving around eastern Kansas and the Kansas City area, performing preventive maintenance and repairs.  Sorry, no pictures to show — when I’m working local, I tend to forget about taking pictures because I see these sights everyday.

Then the hardest part came about moving into the new apartment.  My weekend started and the landlady gave me the new keys, but I had to wait two days before moving in, but couldn’t start tearing things apart in the old place because it was still being shown.  I hated waiting!  I kept busy watching movies.  Went to the drive in on Friday night and to a double-feature matinée on Saturday.

Finally, midnight Saturday night arrived.  I was able to move into the new place!  I spent a couple of hours carrying things from the old to the new, but because of the hour I had to be quiet.  I went to bed, but was awake bright and early to start moving the big stuff.  By the end of the day, I had almost everything across the hall and had started arranging it in the new place (among the clutter).  The next day, I finished moving the remaining three big items, met with the cable guy and the Nielsen techs (I’d been a Nielsen TV ratings household for a year, but because I’d decided to move, they were picking up their monitoring equipment) and a guy who was resurfacing the bathtub in the new apartment, and started cleaning the old place.  The next day, I spent 8 hours cleaning the old apartment (though I’d been neat and tidy, I still needed to clean everything on the check-out list just to be sure) and did some more arranging in the new place.  On the next day, I went back to work to prepare for the trip I’m on now, finished the move-out inspection (the landlady commented I was the cleanest male tenant she’s seen — I had several thoughts about that, from several takes), and assembled my daughter’s new bed.

There’s still clutter in the new place, but yesterday I had to leave it for another week because I was flying.  I’m working in Alabama, starting this afternoon.

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View from my hotel room in Albuquerque

View from my hotel room in Albuquerque.

Until last week, my exposure to New Mexico was a small strip from Four Corners to Farmington, and the drive between Albuquerque and Santa Fe.  Though those travel snippets didn’t expose me to much landscape, I was impressed by what I saw.  Then I traveled to New Mexico again for work last week, and saw a big chunk of the northwest part of the state.  I’m now convinced it’s the most scenic state I’ve seen (I think Utah may be the most scenic, but I haven’t seen much of it yet).  Last week I flew into Albuquerque — Oh, that’s a story in itself.  Let me start there.

Last Thursday, I flew to Albuquerque via Dallas-Fort Worth.  My first flight left on time, but on the way to Dallas, the captain announced over the speakers DFW had been closed because of the weather, so we’d be landing in Little Rock, Arkansas instead, until DFW had reopened.  So, we landed in Little Rock and took on fuel.  Apparently DFW had been reopened, because we took off as soon as the plane refueled.  Then as we were approaching DFW, the captain announced incoming flights had been suspended again at DFW.  We were now in a holding pattern — and we stayed in a holding pattern for about two or more hours.  When we finally arrived at DFW, it had taken the plane 5 hours to complete a flight normally 1-1/2 hours long.  Of course, I’d been rescheduled for a different flight to Albuquerque, and that flight was scheduled to leave two hours later than usual.  I waited, and boarded the plane when called, and then sat at the gate for about another 1-1/2 hours.  The rain was pouring down and lightning flashed.  Because of the lightning, the ground crews were prevented from getting the plane ready to go.  Finally, the plane got off the ground.  I arrived in Albuquerque about 6 hours late.  When my luggage reached the carousel, I found it was soaking wet.  Apparently the ground crew at DFW had left everyone’s luggage in the rain while they’d huddled inside.  I wasn’t a happy camper.

I’d been scheduled to start working in Gallup that day, but ended up spending the night in Albuquerque instead.  The next morning, I started out for Gallup.  I saw some interesting landscape during the drive.  In one town, sedimentary layers of rock surrounded the jagged valley floor, which was obviously formed by a lava flow.  Reminded me of the Craters of the Moon National Monument in Idaho.  Then, east of Gallup, I was reminded of the landscape in Cars, where the tail fins of Cadillacs stuck out from the ground.  In real life, red layers of rock stuck out at the same angles with the same spacing between them.  I had to believe this was the inspiration for the movie.  I worked in Gallup for two days.

NM Gallup View from Hotel

View from my hotel room in Gallup

I spent two days in Gallup, like I said before.  The first evening, I drove through town on Route 66 and back, then visited a state park a little north of town called Red Rock Park.  I stopped at a post office in the park for Church Rock, NM and took a picture of Church Rock.  I took a lot of pictures that evening.

Church Rock

Church Rock

I had no idea I was already on the Navajo Nation.  The reservation is huge, and I feel the most diverse land in our country.  So there I was in Gallup, then had to drive to Fort Defiance, AZ on Sunday morning.  I had a feeling my camera batteries were getting low, and sure enough when I tried to take pictures in Window Rock at the Navajo Tribal Park there, my camera died.  I stopped at a grocery store there and bought batteries, but I didn’t backtrack to take pictures.  I had a job to go to.  Fort Defiance is so close to the New Mexico border, I’ll just consider it part of New Mexico for this blog entry.  I think the mountains I took pictures of while in Fort Defiance really were in New Mexico, anyway.

East of Fort Defiance, AZ

East of Fort Defiance, AZ

I spent a few hours in Fort Defiance, then headed to my next site, near Dulce, NM.

Between Fort Defiance and Navajo, NM

Between Fort Defiance and Navajo, NM

I saw this, then crossed over some mountains, reaching over 9000 feet in elevation (I think), and east of the mountains found myself in an almost barren desert.

View from US-491

View from US-491

The wind blew hard, and the closer I got to Shiprock, it was kicking up some dust storms.

Shiprock, in the Dust

Shiprock, in the Dust

I drove into a few of these without much problem, but the last near Shiprock was like driving in a brown blizzard.  I pressed through it at about 20 miles per hour, hoping the cars and semis behind me had also slowed down.  My biggest fear was getting rear-ended.  Turned out I had nothing to worry about.  When I finally got through the dust and further down the road, I realized no-one was behind me.  I figured they’d decided to pull off the road and wait out the dust storm.  That dust hung in the air and made the sky darker than usual all the way to Dulce.

So, I drove through Shiprock, NM and Farmington (I’d driven this route years ago).  East of Farmington, I began climbing into mountains again.  Desert turned to scrub, which turned to Junipers, then pines.  Brown and yellow turned into green.  The last picture I got before reaching Dulce was this outcropping.

View from US-64, West of Dulce

View from US-64, West of Dulce

I spent two days in Dulce, which was on an Apache reservation.  I stayed at the Wild Horse Casino and Hotel, which was run by the tribe, and ate dinner at the hotel’s restaurant, which had old pictures of reservation life on the wall.  While at the hospital, I talked with the security guard and learned a little about Apache history and culture.  Nice guy.  My second morning there, I woke up to 4 inches of snow on my car.

View from my Hotel Window in Dulche

View from my Hotel Window in Dulche (that’s my Rental Car in the Center)

I finished up around lunchtime, then started for my next site, in Taos.  I drove east, through mountain valleys.

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East of Dulce, on US-64

The highway jogged south at Chama.  South of there, I saw this.

View from US-64, South of Chama

View from US-64, South of Chama

Little did I know, US-64 jogged east again, and climbed up, behind those three peaks, into the Carson National Forest.  At about 10,500 feet, I was able to stop and take another picture from third peak, at the second.

View from US-64, in Carson National Forest

View from US-64, in Carson National Forest

Then the road began to go down, through more valleys and along the sides of more ridges.  At one spot, I saw cattle near a gate, as if waiting for their rancher to come feed them, then noticed there was a coyote in their midst.  I saw abandoned homesteads.  The east exit of the park opened onto a scrubby plateau, or rather a high valley among several mountain ranges.  I was only a few miles to Taos, now.  I saw the community of earthship houses I’d seen on TV, strange, odd, eco-friendly buildings made from old tires and soda cans.  And then I came across the Rio Grande Gorge.

Rio Grande Gorge

Rio Grande Gorge

I had no idea the Rio Grande had a Gorge.  The only time I’d seen it before was flying into Albuquerque and driving in Texas.  In both places it seemed a small, gently flowing river in shallow valleys.  Who knew this little river could cut such a deep gorge?  I found a hotel after reaching Taos.  I spent Wednesday working there.  After work, I had enough time to drive back to Albuquerque before dark.  I found that south of Taos, the highway actually went down into the gorge and ran along the river.

Rio Grande River, South of Taos

Rio Grande River, South of Taos

Small Bridge across the Rio Grande River

Small Bridge across the Rio Grande River

Last Picture I Took along the Rio Grande River

Last Picture I Took along the Rio Grande River

I spent the night in Albuquerque near the airport, and flew out the next morning.  It had been a long week, and I was glad to be going home, but I was also sad to be leaving New Mexico.  I’d be glad to go back there for work anytime, maybe even for vacation!

KS Chanute Tioga Lobby (1)

Tioga Hotel lobby, in Chanute

So I was here again, at the Tioga Hotel in downtown Chanute.  The last two times, I’d been there during my last week as a field technician (long story about how this is my third time as a field technician).  For a change, this wouldn’t be my last rotation.  It was two rotations ago.

I was supposed to start working my way down to Anadarko, Oklahoma for a scheduled equipment upgrade.  I did maintenance in Chanute, then in Parsons.  While in Parsons, I noticed my rental car was badly leaking oil and ended up driving back home to return the car and swap it for another.  As it turned out, there was maintenance work to be done around here, so I got to spend the weekend sleeping in my apartment.

Cosmic Castle, in Parsons

Cosmic Castle, in Parsons

On Monday morning, I started driving toward Anadarko.  I spent three days working there.  Ate at a really good barbecue place called Jack’s, which featured a dozen meats on the menu (or so the manager said) — I ate about a half-dozen.  There at Anadarko, was the American Indian Hall of Fame, which featured busts of famous Indians in American history.  While in the visitor center, I noticed two busts inside on a table instead of outside on pedestals, like the others.  The story, the guide told me, was those busts were blown off their pedestals by a tornado that passed through, last year.  The second tornado to hit the hall of fame in the last three years.  I was amazed!  Tornadoes hit the same spot twice in three years?

America Indian Hall of Fame

America Indian Hall of Fame

I started my next rotation in Fargo, North Dakota.  A cold place, right?  Well they were having a warm spell while I was there, above freezing until the day I left.  I was there for another upgrade. and maintenance at another site.  What was so remarkable about my stay in Fargo, is I had to stay at a different hotel every night, because none was available two nights in a row.

The Fargo Dome and one of my hotels, in front of it

The Fargo Dome and one of my hotels, in front of it

On Monday I flew down to Phoenix, so I could fix a down site there.  I had a tight connection in Dallas.  When I got to Phoenix, my checked bags hadn’t.  I ended up going to the job site without my tools or a new change of clothes.  But, luckily, I was able to use a small set of tools we give each customer to keep with our equipment.  My bags finally arrived on Tuesday afternoon.

View from Route 66

View from Route 66

I spent Wednesday driving to Peach Springs for another upgrade.  Got to drive on Route 66 (now I’ve driven on Route 66 in every state it passed through).  Ate at a place called Road Kill Cafe, and the next day on my return drive ate at an old diner called the Galaxy Drive Inn.

My rental car while in Arizona

My rental car while in Arizona

Then, the next rotation, I flew to Las Vegas.  I ended up spending the entire week there.  I was able to visit with some friends who’d just moved there.  I ate at a few good restaurants.

My rental car in Nevada

My rental car in Nevada

And, I had an unexpected day off that Sunday, so I visited Hoover Dam and Boulder City.

Hoover Dam

Hoover Dam

I wonder what awesome places I’ll be seeing this week?

First Day of Vacation:  Did a little sightseeing near home.

First Day of Vacation: Did a little sightseeing near home.

Most people want to go somewhere warm and exotic for spring break, or some decide to hit the slopes for some last skiing.  Where did I go this year?  Iowa.  For the second or third or fourth year in a row (I don’t remember).  I use spring break to take my daughter to visit relatives.

But I digress.  I need to talk about my last work rotation, which started in Garden City, Kansas and ended up in Texas.  I flew from Garden City to Corpus Christi, spent a couple of days there, then drove to Hebbronville, then to Roma.  After finishing up in Roma, I drove back to Corpus Christi via Harlingen.  The weather in Garden City sucked (12 degrees and snowing sideways when I left).  The weather in Texas was awesome (50’s and 60’s and mostly sunny).  If I hadn’t been working, Texas would have been a great spring break.  I ate at three barbecue restaurants.  Two were good (Miller’s and Rudy’s) and one was so-so (Bill Miller).  I ate at a restaurant in Hebbronville called Peppers, which had awesome pork chops and served so much food on the plate, I couldn’t even eat half of when they gave me.  I felt so inadequate.  The night before leaving Texas, I got to visit with my uncles and aunt who winter down there, and I got o meet a friendly little Yorkie named Dexter.

Kayla and Her Lucky Dad

Kayla and Her Lucky Dad

Now, about spring break —— Took my daughter Kayla to Iowa.  She spent the first night with her grandma and the second with her sister.  The next day, we got together with my cousin Kim and her family for pictures.  the day after that, Saint Patrick’s Day, we didn’t wear green, and we went to the movies and walked around a mall (I found a place that sold second-hand clothes, selling Hawaiian shirts for $6 — kinda wish I still wore them).  Kayla and I returned home on Tuesday.  We’ve hung out at my apartment for the rest of the week, until today when I took her back to her mom’s house.  During our spring break, it snowed three times (not much accumulation, though).  We saw two movies at the theater and a whole slew on Netflix.  We walked around a retail mall and an antique mall.  We went to church.  We ate out 14 or 15 times.  Since I started traveling for work, I haven’t been stocking food in my apartment, and yet we managed to go to Hy-Vee and Wal-Mart about a half-dozen times.  Well, maybe we ate out less often than I thought.  I managed to work out a few times (but not enough).  And I slept in every morning.  And Kayla got up earlier than usual so she could message her friends on Facebook before noon.

Now Kayla’s back at the house.  She goes back to school tomorrow morning.  But I still have two more days of vacation left.  I’m going to sleep in until I go back to work.  I’ll go see the new Muppet movie.  I’ll do laundry.

I’ve already found out I’m scheduled to be working in Oklahoma on April 1st, so I’m hoping my entire next rotation will be there.  I like Oklahoma — I’ve eaten at a few good barbecue places and diners there.

Heaven Is for Real

A few years ago, I read this book about a little boy who said he’d gone to heaven and the way he’d described it to his family.  I was amazed at the things I read.  Since then, I’d forgotten the details of the book.

This very good movie reminded me of the details, and once again made a believer out of me.

My only criticism is that the church congregation in the story seemed too perfect.  The church in Nebraska may really be the way it was portrayed in the film — everybody wore dress clothes on Sunday morning and most were attractive-looking (in fact, I kept finding myself eyeing up the mom-character, because she was so sexy).  Most were extremely nice folk, and even when they weren’t, they really weren’t that bad.

The cast of big-name stars like Greg Kinnear and Thomas Haden Church distracted me a little, as I kept wondering whether these actors actually believed in what their characters were saying, or were each of their roles just another role?  The cast did a very good job, but I couldn’t help wondering if lesser-known (and physically plain) actors would have been less-distracting?

All in all, I liked the movie.  I did get the feeling it was geared to church-folk, but that was to be expected, as I don’t see many atheists attending, seeking answers to their burning question about whether heaven is for real.  The crowd seemed like a church crowd, considering the reactions I heard to some of the scenes.  The crowd seemed less cynical than I am.  Considering the innocent nature of the audience, I felt the security guards standing in the front of the auditorium during most of the advance screening, watching for illegal recording, was a little off-putting.  I understand piracy is a big problem, but sometimes the movie companies need to remember who their audiences are.  When the film is finally released next month, I’d recommend seeing it, then you can decide whether heaven is for real, or not (and what does heaven look like?).