tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684792399341148092024-03-06T00:31:13.108-07:00the written wanderings of a warped mind!follow me on my adventures thru life with Old Yellow!Jeep Masterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11883374564610323345noreply@blogger.comBlogger167125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368479239934114809.post-52156748686096828282020-07-04T21:06:00.000-06:002020-07-04T21:06:38.001-06:00A Very Late Start of the Jeep Season<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibZ8Sufl1mqRT1s0zORkuGoBQXocQAAMMTLFCpbHNRhsweoF_ADEiNCFcs9Tkk_BCop8X1aT5XCThsLmljj3VzjrIlE_E4luFx7xjQVTQPBqEbS4THTfzm_AhmVoYd8nuG-Fi4bNKsKHc/s1678/DSC02863+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1220" data-original-width="1678" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibZ8Sufl1mqRT1s0zORkuGoBQXocQAAMMTLFCpbHNRhsweoF_ADEiNCFcs9Tkk_BCop8X1aT5XCThsLmljj3VzjrIlE_E4luFx7xjQVTQPBqEbS4THTfzm_AhmVoYd8nuG-Fi4bNKsKHc/s320/DSC02863+%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><font color="#3367d6" face="verdana" size="5">Today is July 4th and I am finally out Jeeping again. I guess I should be thankful that I can still do it, but I need to have these hospital issues in the winter, not the spring. So, I decided to hit Erickson Pass, which is between the Simpson Mountains and the Sheeprock Mountains. It has a sign saying 4 wheel drive is needed, high clearance, etc. No it doesn't. If it was wet, yes you would need it, but on a hot July day, all you need is air conditioning. Yes, even with the top off it works while you are following the trails. So, besides a "tough trail", I was looking for a few mines that happen to be in the area. Our first choice was the Clinger mine located on the west side of the Sheeprocks. We typed it into the GPS and away we went. The Garmin guided us right to the mine and we hiked maybe 30 yards up the hill to see it. Above you will see our host of the mine. He was kinda shy and scampered off as we got closer. </font><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmgfwq98LkU9c_ZjPTK92zULHH4pp1Iy4uxT1UUGopWXeX2VRc548Ym215hM4bD9iuAVTumBse_sAjb5hGTwCpmNT2EYB3l6DnOTFro-jx2coFNn7MCYry-v5wN7XCYKbpqDZR2owkMSc/s3872/DSC02864.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2176" data-original-width="3872" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmgfwq98LkU9c_ZjPTK92zULHH4pp1Iy4uxT1UUGopWXeX2VRc548Ym215hM4bD9iuAVTumBse_sAjb5hGTwCpmNT2EYB3l6DnOTFro-jx2coFNn7MCYry-v5wN7XCYKbpqDZR2owkMSc/s320/DSC02864.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><font color="#3367d6" face="verdana" size="5">The view looking towards the Simpsons was a lot better than our mine find. We found a lot of tailings and expected something actually worth visiting. But our high hopes were crushed to dust by what we found.</font><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia57x4VjO4lPXLYDiu7qcXwRAFO3mxim9jWuNyPhUUfGYy7MynhhChb03afFWNfGQPflxmiUnBKaKggH4GMyuGo1mVQWXvVagS867Jp1FfKnyUlum5-hTxgAKNuXvU6MdUVz4Lrs0A0Jk/s3872/DSC02865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2176" data-original-width="3872" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia57x4VjO4lPXLYDiu7qcXwRAFO3mxim9jWuNyPhUUfGYy7MynhhChb03afFWNfGQPflxmiUnBKaKggH4GMyuGo1mVQWXvVagS867Jp1FfKnyUlum5-hTxgAKNuXvU6MdUVz4Lrs0A0Jk/s320/DSC02865.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><font color="#3367d6" face="verdana" size="5">We found the dreaded government marker that shows that this mine was "fixed" so you can not enjoy it as it was. Bastards. It almost looks like a placer mine. Someone found and interesting spot with potential and went strait down. In the area, there are a lot of huge mounds of rock sitting above the surface. This mine looks to have been dug at the base of a rock or they blasted into the rock itself. No idea at this point. I did notice maybe 30' down the hill a metal pipe sticking out of the ground and appeared to be solid. It might have been an air line into the mine or vent or something. So from the tailings pile, I believe this one was pretty deep, until they blasted it. Bastards. </font><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgihuS-S7i2TsffafqWD4sgxAkkDHOh6dxGoIg8dmHsniWdoI2LkeqVh39KP8wXLNTKh34lrGuTWQZktuUnV08SdrK6RgUCw8Bp68LGifs61izls6ifzAoc07B2apRzVMFi2DvBAHosX-8/s3872/DSC02868.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2176" data-original-width="3872" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgihuS-S7i2TsffafqWD4sgxAkkDHOh6dxGoIg8dmHsniWdoI2LkeqVh39KP8wXLNTKh34lrGuTWQZktuUnV08SdrK6RgUCw8Bp68LGifs61izls6ifzAoc07B2apRzVMFi2DvBAHosX-8/s320/DSC02868.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><font color="#3367d6" face="verdana" size="5">My grandnephew? decided he wanted to Jeep today to so I brought him along as a navigator. Being that this mine sucked balls, we headed out to another area and disaster stuck. The damn GPS decided not to work anymore. I am hoping it was because the batteries were going dead. It had no clue where we were so we kinda gave up on the search. Not wanting to disappoint him, we headed over the the Simpson range and Flinders Road. As we climbed up the canyon we ran into a truck with a mangled tire. We stopped to help the guy but Jeep spares don't match up to Toyota spares. So our solution was for him to call a friend for assistance. Gotta love a satellite phone. Sad thing was his friend wont answer unknown numbers, neither do I, so all we could do was leave a message. He has a cabin right there so he wasn't in any real predicament. We hung for a half hour then moved on. We hit Death Canyon next and went to the first open mine on the left side of the road. Wanna know something funny? The Toyota guy owns that mine. So, we were actually authorized to enter the mine and explore. I took Rusty in for a ways and explained the hows and whys and then we headed for home. Twas a good day to get out of the city. I am going to order new super batteries for the GPS and head back to find the other mines we couldn't. Jeep on my friends!</font><span style="color: #3367d6; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><font color="#3367d6" face="verdana" size="5"><br /></font></div>Jeep Masterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11883374564610323345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368479239934114809.post-48869070253941991142020-06-21T22:48:00.000-06:002020-06-21T22:48:51.047-06:00Fathers Day 2020: How it Sucked Bawls<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8xYm-a4nSQ0uJrRRaUvShKzIE8F4DZA7rkxUY_tX7s-meZt3fZjIcGuCro6mHUvnwusVPCKtbbZgQm7-4b8uTbe7x4A5IguD1d6QpQcxschL5UtoIKMuZm5jLU9bn6cBjPBkV2_NqGKM/s1024/IMG_0243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8xYm-a4nSQ0uJrRRaUvShKzIE8F4DZA7rkxUY_tX7s-meZt3fZjIcGuCro6mHUvnwusVPCKtbbZgQm7-4b8uTbe7x4A5IguD1d6QpQcxschL5UtoIKMuZm5jLU9bn6cBjPBkV2_NqGKM/s320/IMG_0243.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p style="text-align: left;"><font color="#3367d6" face="verdana" size="5">As I write this, my emotions are leaning toward the pissed off side. Since this damn Corona virus arrived, life has really gone to hell and back. Businesses are folding and the current mood of this country is totally shitty. The worse part for me is being cut off from my parents. They went into lock down at the assisted living center in March: no visitors. Apparently they relaxed it last week and one of the kitchen </font><span style="text-align: center;"><font color="#3367d6" face="verdana" size="5">attendants now has the virus so they went into super lockdown. So I was unable to go wish my father a happy fathers day. It sucks bawls! Granted, I did speak to him on the phone but I got the impression he really didn't know today's was fathers day or do I believe he knew who I was. That really sucks. Seeing this, my vow is to not ever let it happen to me. I will exit stage left if I am ever diagnosed with dementia or Alzheimer's. The sad thing is, I believe their relocation to an assisted living center sped up the progression of the disease. </font></span></p><div> </div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_b2vkSLwBu5TM4m7JwB-xVnCK4-TEPjO1wLspv07QtN4AqVQWi8NZtEIP9z_RVcG72eeOPw8gZLcn3yjW3hPLsYVXutSWDCvLfmtWJ6B09sXtpLRDraZfxJRA70bA9sebX2qPwQMA4T8/s4026/50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4026" data-original-width="3000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_b2vkSLwBu5TM4m7JwB-xVnCK4-TEPjO1wLspv07QtN4AqVQWi8NZtEIP9z_RVcG72eeOPw8gZLcn3yjW3hPLsYVXutSWDCvLfmtWJ6B09sXtpLRDraZfxJRA70bA9sebX2qPwQMA4T8/s320/50.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><font color="#3367d6" face="verdana" size="5">Here's why. When they lived in their house, there was always something for him to do. Be it vacuuming or pulling weeds, he kept busy. Once the house was gone, the need of doing things disappeared. They have housekeeping there, laundry service, meals are made and served to them in a dining room. The sudden lack of busy work, which required you to think and be out and about is gone. You can sit and watch tv or read, surf the internet or vegetate. He has no idea how to play on the net and his tv watching is pretty much zilch. Mom says he does like to watch Hogans Heroes but thats about it. Boredom is killing him. And I understand how that goes. 27 days in a room with not a whole lot to do taught me that it will never happen again. You can only read so much, play so many video games, watch tv or sleep before it turns into a nightmare. You lay there and next thing you know you are waking up with someone trying to stick a needle in you. My sleep pattern was/is shot to hell. I am trying to get back on a schedule to sleep all night and I am slowly making progress. Working again is helping me because I come home exhausted. Anyway, enough said. It's 1 week till July arrives and I aint been out in the Jeep yet. Its slowly killing me. An escape to the middle of nowhere is my way of relaxing and living life. Not doing it is bad for the soul. Someday soon I would love to make a run somewhere. Even a few hours would be good. Let's hope it happens soon! Oh, before I forget, the fotos above are from dads 75th birthday and then his 90th. I love the way Colt got him to smile. Jeep on my friends!</font></div>Jeep Masterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11883374564610323345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368479239934114809.post-13061122533172185172020-06-15T05:41:00.002-06:002020-06-15T05:44:14.635-06:00Test Run of New Blogger Creation Page<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipO2pJNuDD1VfUkt_wBEOAhVIuPDIQW61fDYUI9dfoAysvRf5c_kGNLpJApni6RZTPQz6Ds9Ib15oJwufYcWHmByF6Up3c7i8zWHdvBNQ8Mw0idBM7C14wMqujHkU49GCTRM16_JBJ6Q0/s1692/red+mountain_0001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1188" data-original-width="1692" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipO2pJNuDD1VfUkt_wBEOAhVIuPDIQW61fDYUI9dfoAysvRf5c_kGNLpJApni6RZTPQz6Ds9Ib15oJwufYcWHmByF6Up3c7i8zWHdvBNQ8Mw0idBM7C14wMqujHkU49GCTRM16_JBJ6Q0/s320/red+mountain_0001.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><font color="#3367d6" face="verdana" size="5">Good freaking morning America. Today is a day to experiment with "Blogger". Google has made changes to the look while composing and who knows what else. I do believe that the improvement was a waste of time. Here's why.....</font></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><font color="#3367d6" face="verdana" size="5">1- I am still limited to 5 font sizes. </font></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><font color="#3367d6" face="verdana" size="5">2- I am still limited in font choice to 8 different fonts.</font></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><font color="#3367d6" face="verdana" size="5">3- My font color choice went from unlimited to 24 choices. Why?</font></p><p style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><font color="#3367d6" face="verdana" size="5">I am sure there will be more issues but those are what I noticed right off the bat. I do notice the toolbar has larger icons which forces some of the other icons off the page to be accessed by drop down menu instead of already there in front of you. Oh well, not a damn thing I can do about it. So, I spent 27 days in the hospital and I can say it all sucked. I have no idea if the new pills will continue to work or if they will fizzle out like the last 2 times. I do get my PICC line out this morning. That will be nice. I am ready to escape to the desert but due to a lack of dinero, it ain't gonna happen. Suck's to be me! Jeep on my friends!<span></span></font></p>Jeep Masterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11883374564610323345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368479239934114809.post-43125368754060766232020-05-18T12:11:00.000-06:002020-05-18T12:11:39.543-06:00Something knew<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Welcome to my experiment! I am stuck on the 4th floor on the University Hospital and I am really really bored. It's day 4 and there is no end in site. I am here because my damn body is playing a game and won't quit. The game is how to turn a human into a camel. Let me explain. My body thinks there is a drought and is hoarding water. I'm a big guy normal weight is around 275lbs. With all this extra water, I am or was up to 375lbs. I look like a bloody blimp. This is the 3rd time in here for this. They give me medicine and it turns on the faucet full blast. Problem tho is it can wipe out your kidneys if not done right. Well, it appears that they hit it too hard this time and my kidneys are rather pissed off at the whole situation. Yesterday I got no medicine and none so far today. So,what's on their agenda? I wish I knew. The Dr wants to go in thru my jugular vein and do a close up check on my heart and see what's going on there. I was down to 358 yesterday and today's weight on a different scale was 364. I've got a long way to go I'm afraid. So who nose what will happen? I will say this, all of you out Jeeping suck and I sure wish it was me! Jeep on my friends!</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Oh by the way, this was written on a Fire tablet. And if any of you feel the need to help someone, choose me and sneak me in some donuts. I really need some!</span>Jeep Masterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11883374564610323345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368479239934114809.post-44479309783807654532020-05-08T03:28:00.000-06:002020-05-08T03:28:03.536-06:00A Dream From the Past<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It's very early Friday morning and I can't sleep. I am sitting here watching an old movie, Me and Will, and reminiscing about fun times from days gone past. The movie is sort of a Thelma and Louise with the exception that they are riding motorcycles. They are in search of the chopper that was used in the classic film Easy Rider. It is mildly entertaining making the time go by. It brought back memories of the past when I rode motorcycles. As I like to say, the good old days. Above is the Predator. 500 cc's of pure adrenaline rush. I took it all over the place and had a hell of time on it. But, all good things come to an end and I was riding up in Idaho at the dunes of St Anthony. Funnest day ever, until that last run down the dune. Instead of a smooth transition to flat ground there was a 2 foot high pile of lava rock. We both flew and luckily survived. Bent the bikes handlebar and busted my tailbone. Great day that I am still reminded of daily every time I sit down. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Above sits the bike I always wanted to own. An acquaintance had one and he let me borrow it on occasion. The Honda Night Hawk S was a rocket ship. The government had put a new tariff on bikes 750 cc's and larger. So Honda took away 50 cc's and made it even more powerful than it was the year before. To this day, I wish I could find one in perfect shape to ride. It's probably for the best I never had one, I'm sure I would have got into trouble on it.</span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Say hi to my mom. This is the only foto left of the family bike, a 72 Honda cb350. Dad bought it from a family friend to go to work on and save money. It wasn't haul ass fast, but it did ok for an old bike. One of my fondest riding memories was riding that bike. Me and 2 friends left Ogden, went up to Logan and drove into Preston Idaho. We crossed over the mountain, with snowmobiles racing beside us and came out on the north end of Bear Lake. We followed the road south and came back via Logan Canyon. That was the best ride of my life. I'd love to do it again sometime. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Next in line was my high school purchase from the neighbor. A Mercury Sno-Twist. This machine was the fastest the year it came out, 1976, and was still damn fast in 1980. My friend bought one too so we spent a lot of time exploring the mountains during the 2 winters I had it. The only problem was they stopped making them in 77 so parts were like impossible to get. My senior year it began to run like shit so I traded to Mustang Andy for transmission for my truck which I happened to blow up at about the same time. I have rented one for a trip into Yellowstone a few years back as a Christmas present for Sam. That was a blast. I wouldn't mind another. Too bad they are so damn expensive nowadays. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">To end I will share what started the whole off road need for speed craziness. Meet the Suzuki RM125, 1975 model year. Growing up in South Ogden was great. My parents house was pretty much surrounded by unincorporated Weber County. 50000 acres of sand and hills with some great tracks to race on. It was illegal to ride up there and we were chased by the sheriff numerous times. It added more excitement to the ride and we never did get caught. Sadly, the whole area is now houses. Lots of houses. Over the past 40 years the area has grown like crazy. I don't think I would street ride in Salt lake or Ogden at this time. Too many cars and too many idiots. If I still lived in Tremonton, I would ride. It's still a small town and not a lot of traffic. Hell, with the swelling population of ATV'S and UTV'S, the desert is even getting crowded. Oh well, there are still areas way out there you rarely see anybody. Jeep on my friends. </span>Jeep Masterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11883374564610323345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368479239934114809.post-41172803980745585682020-04-27T18:05:00.000-06:002020-04-27T18:05:34.454-06:00Suicide: American Irony at it's Finest<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Welcome to 2020. I know I am way late on publishing anything but there are reasons. Might not tell you any of them, but I have had various physical setbacks. Now, let us begin with today's topic of choice, Suicide. Next to saying " I have the Corona Virus" this single word has a magical power of its own. For example, your doctor could be going over the same old routine questions he asks you every time, half asleep, and you answer yes to the suicidal thoughts question and WOW, he is wide awake with a look of OMG, someone said yes. This word or saying yes has now opened a proverbial can of worms that, for the most part, they have no idea about. They either switch to a whole new set of questions or ask if you NEED to talk to someone. Now bear with me as I try and explain my thoughts on this present day system. At todays appointment, the Dr left the room to read my chart and figure out an antibiotic. I guess she read a lot because first words out of her mouth were " you have considered suicide?" Now the fun began. "Sure, but its not going to happen". She than began to try and explain how bad it was when I stopped her and said "let me ask you a few questions". I toss out this to begin, 35 y/o woman, business career, gets pregnant on accident and demands an abortion. She is looking at me funny now. In my opinion, once there is a heartbeat, that is a living human. MY OPINION. Yet, she can visit a Dr and have this living human executed and no one says shit to her. Happens every day, according to Google, 1700 times. I used 2016 data. This child, with no voice and no chance is eliminated, all for the egg donors pleasure. No medical reason, just plain old selfishness. You get the point. A slightly different take is the family pet. You have had rover for 13 great years but now he just can't keep up and has problems. What do we as Americans do? We say goodbye and put him into an eternal sleep. He is happy now and has no pain. Not the easiest thing to do. I have done it once and it hurt. So, back to the human issue. I recognize that some people are mentally ill and could have their lives changed by medication and go on to live full productive lives. Some others do it or attempt it to draw attention to themselves. Again, more than likely, this person could be helped. But what about the person who has lived , in their opinion, a full life and now life is no longer fun due to a body that has quit on them or a disease like Alzheimer's that will slowly suck the life out of them? I know of a person who reached that point. Got tired of being a human that couldn't take care of his basic needs. How was he wrong in deciding his own fate? </span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Is it wrong for us as humans to want an option on how it ends? When your body begins to stop working as designed, what can you do? If you are lucky, you have a spouse or child willing to help you get through these times until nature says its over. But, what if you don't? What if there is no one there for you? I suppose if you were well off you would have money and group of strangers could take of you till you pass. If you are poor???? No family???? What do you do? Uncle Sam ain't gonna help ya. More than likely, you will end up homeless and die on the streets somewhere. Not a way I would want to go! We have control over whether we give birth or not, so why don't we have control over when we think it is time to go??? </span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> I think it makes sense. I also think that Dr's need more training if they are going to question a grown,sane person on their right to die. </span>Jeep Masterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11883374564610323345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368479239934114809.post-9192294422761987962019-10-20T09:00:00.000-06:002019-10-20T09:00:06.167-06:00Passage, Surprise, What the Hell?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Welcome to another trip back in time. Yesterdays trip was to Ophir Utah located in Tooele County. Years ago, it had the recognition of being Utah's smallest town. It probably still is, but without having a mayor, it became unincorporated Tooele County. After the last mayor retired, no one wanted the job so it is now governed by the county. I do have to apologize, these fotos are from my archives. The half cab top doesn't allow easy access to the storage and I really didn't plan to write about this trip. I shall explain why in a few. The foto above shows the ore dump for a mine located 2000' up the mountain. The workers went in thru the tunnel here in town and took the ore elevators up to the actual mine. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The foto above is what is left of an old passenger train car. Time is taking it's toll on the poor thing and as of yesterday, it has pretty much collapsed into a pile of wood. What made me change my mind about writing was a sort of discovery of truth, for lack of a better phrase. Some of the properties have actual mines in their yards. For years I have watched an owner, who owns a lot in town, decorate his place around what I thought was a mine entrance. His property is mostly solid mountain. It is maybe 25 feet from the edge of the road to a solid rock mountain with what looks like a mine. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As we were coming down from playing in a snow storm, we noticed that the cable was not hooked up and other people were walking around the property. We stopped and talked with this young couple for a few minutes to see if it was theirs. It wasn't. They were just curious too. They were looking for ghosts, literally. We began a conversation on graveyards in the area and where they were located. They moved on and we explored this interesting property. The foto above shows how upper management works.... </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The owner has been decorating for Halloween and it was kinda fun to walk through. We headed to what appeared to be his mine entrance, stuck our heads past the decorations and literally hit a wall of rock. It seems our owner has made a fake mine entrance on his property. What the hell???? Here I have thought all these years that here was a mine a guy had in his back yard. How cool would that have been? But, apparently, it is just a decoration. So disappointed. We looked around further and then I saw something that surprised me. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">To the right of this fake mine is a brick wall. It is bigger than the fake mine and looking how it formed itself to the mountain, I believe he did have a mine entrance and he sealed it up. I'll never know for sure until I get lucky enough to meet the owner some future visit. I can understand why he sealed it.The first would be safety. Open mine are often tempting places to visit, and he didn't want any liability. The 2nd reason is a guess. I have read that some of the mines in Ophir had bad air in them. Unless you are carrying an oxygen meter, there would be a high chance of death. Remind me to get a detector. Snow is falling early this year. Not a lot of mountain visits left for they all become impassable. That's ok tho, We still have the desert to explore. Jeep on my friends!</span>Jeep Masterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11883374564610323345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368479239934114809.post-14357585404296221332019-09-02T20:12:00.000-06:002019-09-02T20:12:28.883-06:00GNU III, Naught a lot of Success <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Day 3 dawned and after how bloody hot day 2 was I made a serious change of plans. Today was supposed to be my voyage into Nevada to find an old mining site named Atlanta. It is located approximately 90 miles from Milford with 2/3's being dirt road. 3 hours there, 3 back. The temp was 95 at noon Saturday and I honestly didn't wanna drive that long in that hot of weather. So, I guess a return trip is in order. So, I found another town on my list and headed west to find it. Shauntie was built on numerous mine claims in the area around 1870. Supposedly there was a processing mill there, post office, hotels and saloons. The town thrived until it burned down in 1876. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It was quickly rebuilt and lasted another year before the mines began to play out. As fast as it was built, it emptied out even quicker. A few mines were reopened in 1910 and produced low grade ore till around 1920. This time the exodus was permanent. Residents of Milford visited the old town and took everything they could leaving concrete foundations and stuff they couldn't use. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">What I found, which was not a lot, were some rock retaining walls, a couple of foundations, some wood piles and 1 mine. The GPS showed no mines and actually placed Shauntie on top of the ridge above the rock piles. Apparently there is not a road into the town. The area I found was very steep and rocky and I tried to find a way up to the top but I failed. I need to get on Google Earth and see what I can see for the return trip. No mines showed up but as I was driving along dirt roads, I came across a fairly good sized one that I visited. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As I said before, this wasn't showing as a mine on my GPS so I have no idea what it was called. It was a good sized mine with the headframe still kind of standing over the entrance. Sorta, because it looks as if someone had pulled it out towards the tailings. The shaft was not strait down but on about a 60° angle. If my body wasn't so screwed up I could have entered this one with out a lot of difficulty. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I really should have brought my laptop with me but I have trust issues with hotel cleaners. My cell service was poor to nothing. I could not send out texts or calls for that matter but every once in a while a stray text would come through. I did have wifi at the hotel but trying to look at Google earth on my phone wasn't very easy. Needless to say, the laptop is coming on my next trip. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Plus having it with me would have let me write these blogs the night they happened instead of a week later. After I left the mine, I followed just about every dirt road I could find looking for all this activity of the Shauntie area. I didn't find a thing. Well, that's a lie, I did encounter the herd of elk in the foto above. Now you would think with all the trips I take to the mountains I would have seen a million elk. Nope. This was the first herd of elk I have ever seen in the wild. I have seen a million deer, antelope, moose, but elk and bear have avoided me. Now its time to find the bear. Jeep on my friends!</span>Jeep Masterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11883374564610323345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368479239934114809.post-31425345677589480482019-09-02T05:45:00.000-06:002019-09-02T05:45:31.660-06:00GNU Day #2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Day 2 of my vacation was the big one. It was going to be my return to Old Frisco. It had been 20+ years since I last trespassed there and I was anxious to see what changes had occurred. The first big change was the town gates were now locked, whereas in the past they were open. Glad I drive a Jeep.... anyway, this time I had unlimited space on my camera to shoot as much as i wanted. Last time involved my film camera and that would have been very expensive to shot as much as I wanted. My first stop there was the King David mine with its huge mine frame towering the area. That frame is old and has led an incredibly busy life. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">The one ore cart is still in place as if to say lets get back to work. A co-member of a ghost town group sent me a link to his 3 part video on what is actually underground there. It was made in the same time frame of my first visit and is in black and white. Also, only part 2 had sound. It was still cool to watch and see what was left behind when they shut the place down. The shaft supposedly goes down 1200 feet but I could be wrong. All I know is that I would love to take a tour. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">The old main dude house is still standing, for the most part. Time is waging a good battle with the house and has done some damage. But, it is still standing as a tribute t quality work of time gone past. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">The town itself is free to wander through without fear of being in trouble. This was my first visit to the town itself and not a lot of it is left. This stone edifice is the most complete of the town itself. Since it isn't behind locked gates it will get more visitors than the mine area. And more visitors means more vandals and thieves. They now have the kilns behind a fence. They are quite interesting to see. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Next stop on the tour was the cemetery. Now in everything you read, it says that there were murders nightly. Like 10 a night. After observing the cemetery, I call bullshit. 10 x Frisco lifespan in days = way more than could fit in the cemetery. Its not small by any means, but here is the thing: there are family plots all over. And in these family plots are young children. I would say that 94% of the marked graves in Frisco are children. In the foto below,</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">we find the grave site of young Hugh Sackett: born on January of 1901 and dying in July of the same year. 5 months and 2 days old. The place is full of markers just like this. I ran across what I think is an unnamed plot. that just had a few bricks laid out in a pattern. I may have missed some markers but again, the place is too small to have 10 murders a night. I believe a trip back to Frisco when it is cooler and you don't fry your body in the desert sun would allow for a more intense search of the cemetery and prove my theory. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Sometimes out on my adventures I run into interesting people. The man above would be one such person. Now, forgive me because I have forgotten his name but my 45 minutes with him was a highlight of the trip. We shall call him Mr X. X is from California and drives longhaul for a living. His loads are carnival rides that go from town to town for county fairs and such. He had heard the story about 10 murders a night and had to come see for himself if it was true. We talked about historical periods and times as we walked among the grave sites. I believe he too is now convinced it is folk tale made up to add excitement to the old ghost town. He definitely falls into the good people of America category and I left there with a new friend. I have added more fotos to the Frisco Mine page plus I created a Frisco town page. More fotos can be found on those 2 pages. Jeep on my friends! </span>Jeep Masterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11883374564610323345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368479239934114809.post-74286232815428665342019-08-31T17:57:00.000-06:002019-08-31T17:57:25.028-06:00Gnu things you find in the desert<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I finally decided to go on a true vacation this year and I chose to head south to Beaver County to do some updates and find new things. I packed up Old Yellow and turned south and began a 4 day journey of fun, I hoped. First off I must say that I hate Blogger. I add fotos how I want them and it puts them where it wants to so we are out of order in events for day one. I could go in and delete it all and renumber the fotos but quite honestly I am too damn lazy to do that. My 2nd stop for the day was at Fort Deseret in Millard County. It was a fort built out of adobe by Mormon pioneers in 1865 when the war with Chief Black Heart broke out. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It is south of Delta on highway 257 and easily accessible. Since the military was fighting the Civil War at the time, the pioneers had to do what they could do on their own. If you have been there, you will notice that not a lot of trees grow in the area. Not a lot of anything grows in the area, but that's another story. With no trees to make a log fort, they made the whole fort out of adobe. Adobe is just mud and straw mixed together and it will dry to almost brick hard. Wikipedia states that the fort was 550 square feet. I'll estimate from actually seeing it that it is closer to 55000 square feet. Big difference. It apparently did the job and soon the war was over. There is no one there to talk to about it nor does it cost to get in. It is just a part of Utah's history that is still standing so of course I had to stop. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My third visit of the day was the Maud-S mine just west of Milford. It is marked on my GPS and finding it was easy. It sits on a rise and has quite a bit of rock work as retaining walls and such. It is also wide open for exploration if you have the balls to go down the ladders. I did not. It is said that this hole is 160' straight down and then goes 1200' in tunnels. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There are 3 ladder entrances still open along with a caved in adit off to the side. I find this odd. I'll explain why in a minute. I did the proverbial toss a rock down the shaft and it took a while to hit bottom. I have no idea how long or far that old ladder goes down so there is no way in hell I would even try. Someday I would like to get a good wifi video camera I could hook to a rope and lower it into these places to see what I am missing as well as if it would be safe to enter. Until then i am outta luck. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The last visit of the day was a surprise. I crossed the little valley and picked a trail and followed it. My GPS did not show any mines but I found one at the end of this trail. Now, the Maud-S was accessible by pretty much any vehicle with ground clearance. This un-named mine was pretty much a 4x4 trail to get too and not on the map. Here is where I get confused. As you can see, the main tunnel is mortared shut. An additional adit above was gated. Now why would the government seal an unmarked mine that takes a lot of effort to get to and close it down when just across the valley lies a mapped mine with opening going down a long ways. I don't get it. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">This wasn't a huge mine by any means, but I am sure with the tailings pile it was fairly decent in size. It had ore carts in it at one time and more than likely they are still there. The ties for the track are still in place and a few pieces of track were scattered about. Again, I just don't get it. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I guess Blogger wanted to save the best for last. It is also a controversial topic so keep that in mind. When Japan attacked Pearl Harbor and brought the USA into the war, it pissed people off. Think 9/11 and add much more anger. President Roosevelt signed an Executive Order, 9066 to be exact, and if you were Japanese, you were given orders to vacate the west coast and land yourself in a "relocation camp". One of the camps was located west of Delta Utah and called Topaz after the mountain to the west. Opened in September of '42, the population of Topaz was nearly 9000 including staff. This made it the 5th largest town in Utah at the time. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Conditions there were dismal at best. The summers were hot as hell and winters were cold as hell. Yes it was hell. There were schools and hospitals, churches and gyms, but it still was a prison for the most part. Many of the detainees were allowed to leave during the day to work on local farms. Others volunteered to join the US forces and fight in Europe. In fact, the Japanese formed the 442 combat team and became the most decorated unit in the war. Still it was a prison for the most part. Not a lot is left. Visit my website to see more fotos but its truly a ghost town now. The 2 fotos above intrigue me. Whatever it is looks very new. But the area surrounding it looks undisturbed. Old or new? I couldn't tell you. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So here is where it gets controversial. Was America right is forcing the Japanese out of their homes and ways of life and ditching them in the most God forsaken place on earth? Seriously, I saw 1 bunny. Nothing else moved. While there, they were given a chance to basically swear allegiance to the USA. Most did. 1447 refused and were sent to Tule Lake in California. Again, was it right? Germans and Italians were not forced out of their homes and lives like the Japanese were. They were singled out. Granted, to be a person of Asian decent after the attack on Pearl Harbor, you were definitely regarded with suspicion. I am sure I could look up and find where Asians had been beaten after the attack. We could say we were moving them for their own protection. But we were not. We moved them out of fear and distrust. A lot of them had been born here in America and never even been to Japan. That didn't stop Order 9066. What do you think? Comment below.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Welcome to July in Utah, where our ski season just ended. Sadly, it wasn't in the Sheep Rock mountains where today's temp was hovering at 78, which really was nice. Today's adventure sent us to a canyon just west of Harker Canyon. North Oakbrush Creek is also known as Forest Road 090 and is another oasis in the desert. Though not as lush as Harker, It has some beautiful areas with huge pine trees. As you start up the canyon you can see the tram frame way up towards the top. You ask yourself, "how far of a hike will it be?" </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Turns out that the road actually goes further up than the tram frame. The Hilltop Mine sits at 8600" and you can drive to the front door. Of course, this being Utah, the door was blasted shut so getting in it will be a problem. Knowing mines, I am sure there are some other places you could probably get in, but finding them would be damn near impossible. At this height on the mountain, the terrain is extremely steep. The guy who made this road back in the 20's had some balls up near the top. The view is incredible!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">This is I believe the main entrance to the Hilltop Mine. I guess if you really wanted in you could dig it out, but that would not be an easy project. The mine, from what I can find started out in the 1920's as a silver and lead mine. It is located in the Columbia District of Utah mine districts. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">This foto has me puzzled. In 1928, a concentration plant for the refining of the ores was built. Could this be it? The thing that has me questioning it is a bed spring buried in the rubble. Was it refinery or a house of some sort? I will have to do some more research on this subject. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Above the building, on the mountain is this funny thing. I am pretty sure its an ore bin for the refinery below it. I should swap the foto above for the one below but I'm too lazy so I'll just tell it how I see it. A year before the refinery was built, the mine installed an aerial tramway was built to aid with moving the ore. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The tramway ended, I believe here. It is right above the ore box below so it would use gravity to get the ore into the bin which would also use gravity to move the ore to the building below. Am I right???? I have no clue in hell. It makes sense tho. Also just a few yards away from the ore bin is a tram pole on the ground. At first I thought it was a building foundation but upon closer inspection I found it to be a pole for the tram. By the way, it was made from a huge piece of timber. A trail leads up an offshoot canyon so there might be even more to be explored. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As we made are way down the canyon, exploring every road we came to, we found some cacti in full bloom. It is rare to see them flower, but a wet summer, which we have had, gets them to bloom and they are really pretty. Just don't try and pick one, it will be painful I promise. Jeep on my friends!</span>Jeep Masterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11883374564610323345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368479239934114809.post-24884464378831779062019-06-23T20:45:00.000-06:002019-06-23T20:45:29.694-06:00How To Have the Perfect Workplace Meeting<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Welcome to a tutorial on how to have the perfect workplace meeting. To begin with, location of said meeting has to be perfect. For example, the tailings pile of the Hidden Treasure Mine located at the top of Dry Canyon. The area is large enough to accommodate all of the employees who attended this important gathering with room to spare. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As you can see, said tailings pile is huge. I would really love to know how many miles of tunnels created this perfect meeting spot. Now I am guessing just using my eyeballs but its got to be well over 600 feet in length and damn near 100 feet high. A ballpark guess on the width would be 35 feet. So, we have a perfect sized spot for a meeting and so the parts department met at 10:30 this morning for our weekly staff gathering. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The head honcho himself was there as well as the supervisor and their newest grunt, the Man in the Yellow Jeep, not to be confused with the Man in the Yellow Hat and a few extra personages who came along for the ride. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Now, even tho the meeting was held in the perfect spot, the material can sometimes be boring. When that happens, being in the perfect spot helps immensely. Your eyes can wander around the facility and sometimes you can catch a few good views. FYI, what you are seeing below is the Army Base used to destroy the deadly nerve gas bombs they had stockpiled. Back in the 90's, we sat on a cliff above this spot and watched them blow up 500-lb bombs. It was quite interesting to see a small mushroom cloud rise up to your level then hear and feel it a minute or so later. That would have been icing on the cake during today's meeting, but I do recall they kinda got into a wee bit of trouble for doing it so I don't think it ever happened again. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Nothing makes for a better meeting than a mini filed trip to someplace interesting and cool, literally. We took ours up the mountain another 2000 feet to the pass on top. We were thinking about exiting the meeting going out this back way, but due to a major snow spill by the Mother Nature department, that plan was canceled. Seems that the spill was still quite large and deep not allowing for a safe exit. So, we went out on the most modern exit and returned to our various places of home. Meetings like this need to happen more often, that's all I can say. Only fault for this one, someone forgot the damn donuts!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It's been a few weeks since I have been out playing in the back country and I really needed this trip. The weather was perfect, the company was good and it allowed my mind to clear. Visiting the great outdoors is an awesome form of therapy. In the foto above, where we were stopped by snow, the air was clear and you could smell the pine scent coming from the trees. It was kind of the pinnacle of the trip. We sat up there for about 45 minutes talking to some UTV guys the Head Honcho knew and no one wanted to leave. It was that nice. But as we all know, all things come to an end. Sad, but my attitude is better and I am ready for another week of work. Jeep on my friends!</span>Jeep Masterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11883374564610323345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368479239934114809.post-56488291180503810442019-05-12T03:10:00.000-06:002019-05-12T03:10:39.413-06:00Gnats From HELL Really Bite, Literally <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The title says it all. OK, it really doesn't, but it is a true fact of life in Utah at this moment. Friday was the start of a 2 day jeep-concert-jeep trip to western Utah. The plan was simple. Jeep out to Wendover, rock and roll, then jeep back home. Sounds like a great idea. It. Was. Awesome. But, there was an issue the whole trip. We began at the Monarch Mine north of I-15 in Tooele County. I say north due to the fact there are 2 mines with the same name in the county. This trip we explored the area more in depth because we could. Last visit was during the winter and snow was everywhere. Friday, there was no snow but it was replaced by gnats. We opened the windows as we climbed up the mountain and before we knew what hit us, we were invaded on a mass scale by gnats. And they really wanted to make our day miserable. These little shits bit. And bit some more. They seemed to love our faces and we ended up closing the windows to save ourselves. When we reached the mines area and exited the vehicle, we were again under attack from the savages. It wasn't very fun! We explored the area rather rapidly and soon moved on. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We crossed over the top and headed down to Marblehead. There were roads there I had wanted to follow and we ended up at the milk-can antenna. Some time in the past, this had been a high powered antenna for communication of some sort. Now, the can is filled with animal droppings and a couple of old switches. It has a really good view of the entire area and was worth the stop. I do wonder what it was used for and by whom. We finished by exploring another road to the top and again we were rewarded by spectacular views and of course, gnats. Now it was time to move on to Wendover. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">On the bill for the evening was Grand Funk Railroad celebrating their 50th anniversary. 2 of the 3 originals still play with a new keyboardist and 2 new guitarists. Max Carl, pictured above wrote one of my favorite songs when he was with 38 Special. He was very friendly and answered a few questions for me on his time with them.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The other guitarist is Bruce Kulick. I have seen him play years ago when he was playing lead for KISS. He was also kind enough to talk some KISS and get a foto with. I very rarely add fotos of myself in anything I do online, but this was the exception. The band kicked total ass and sounded awesome. They even threw in a surprise song that blew me away. Max wrote one of 38's number one songs and they played it that night. It wasn't my favorite but it was kinda cool. It was 80 minutes of good old kick ass rock and roll and they were great! Now, if they had only played my favorite song by 38 I would have called it the perfect show. Not to be rude, but I am thinking the average age there was between 65-70. What was scary was seeing these older farts acting like they were still 17, and some even dressed the part. One lady left a lasting impression that almost destroyed my eyesight. Note to self, do not wear spandex, fish net and leather when I am 70. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Saturday morning soon arrived and we were back on the road. South was our direction and Gold Hill was our first objective. Our first stop was the storage shed in the downtown district. Its contents are slowly disappearing over time but there are still hundreds of core samples located in the place on shelves. The samples are used to determine if there is ore in a specific area of the mine. The open box above shows typical samples from a certain area in a mine located nearby. I honestly don't know how they samples themselves are then tested, but they are kinda cool. I don't think I have seen an unbroken one out there in all my visits. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Standing at the front door I noticed that across the street was a saloon. In fact there were 3 buildings I had never noticed before. There were welcome signs out front but as the norm for Gold Hill, not a soul in sight. We walked up to the saloon and tried the door. It opened. There were no lights but it had the appearance of an old time saloon from the 1880's. The poker table above had real money on it. Seriously, there was money on the table. I was amazed. Someone is very trusting. There was even a notepad with names and what they had either won or lost. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tending bar was none other than Donald Trump. Oh, and all those bottles you see are full. On the bar was a visitor sign in sheet. Of course we signed and I look back now and maybe I should have poured myself a shot for the road. There was also a huge John Wayne figure and a pool table. I could have spent a lot more time in there just checking out the antiques. It was amazing. Out side in front of building 2 was an air compressor with a note saying feel free to use it and just put it back when you are done. Building 3 looked like a store of some sort but it was locked and we couldn't get in. Wonder if it is an actual bar and they do sell drinks??? </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The trip now went east as we followed the Pony Express Trail. We stopped at a station to look around and came across Harold the Horny Toad. This was a time I wish I had a video recorder. This guy was interesting. He stopped where you see him and froze. Shari picked a weed and began to scratch his back. He didn't run but he did go into his defense mode. The mode is frozen. She could put the weed under him and lift him off the ground. It was like he was petrified. They do that I am guessing to make themselves hard to swallow. I dunno. With all the horns and his killer tail, biting him probably wouldn't be pleasant. Since this was the first one I have ever seen, it was kinda cool to watch him. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Further east in an area I wont mention the name of we ran into this mine. I am pretty damn sure it was a gold mine due to the fact it was basically an adit through pure quartz rock. It was pleasantly cool inside with no killer gnats and the roof was high enough to walk normal. It looked like it went on forever and I figure we were in 500 feet. Weird thing is, there really wasn't a tailings pile in front of it. Maybe it was used to bring ore out from a mine higher up on the mountain. I really don't know. I do know I have another reason to go back there and see where it goes and how far that is. We weren't really expecting to find something like this and we were a but unprepared. Next time! Look for all my fotos from this trip on my website and use the link above to get there. Jeep on my friends!</span>Jeep Masterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11883374564610323345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368479239934114809.post-79303350937537009802019-04-20T11:50:00.003-06:002019-04-20T20:27:37.688-06:00Beyond Death and a Return!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Buenos Dias and welcome to another boring trip report on my activities in the west desert of Utah. The sun was finally out yesterday so we knew it had to be taken advantage of. We had be scouring Google Earth Pro for mines and buildings we had yet to see. The better half came up with some good choices in the small canyon east of Death Canyon. I searched topo maps and Google to find a name for it and the only thing I could come up with was Finders Road. The map I was using was old so just go with its the next road going north after Death Canyon. As you can see by the fotos, we struck paydirt!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">The first mine we hit was one we had to work for. Some older maps show a road, most modern do not. And, there is not a road, per se. I am just going to tell you all to figure it out for yourselves. As for a name of this mine, again I struck out. The only named mine in the area was the Bar X over in Death Canyon. The better half found this interesting box in the cabin. This side says .50 caliber with tracers. Then the sides say something totally different. I figure some one needed a box and found what they could to make it. The building itself was interesting. Two telephone poles used to build the head frame were at one time bolted to the floor. The ore was brought out of the mine on an inclined track and dumped behind the building. It would be nice to be able to see one of these systems in their glory actually working. It pulled up the cars on about a 75° angle. This little area has shafts all over and needs to be explored further.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Above you can see Fred. He was kind enough to pose for a foto. This mine is so off the grid due to no real way to get there unless you hike, or own a Jeep, that this guy has probably never seen a human. The only hint I will give you is look east going up Finders Road or you will not see it at all. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Further up the road is another huge ass mine area. There are two huge tailings piles about 1/2 mile apart both accessible buy vehicle. Both mines have been blown shut so all you can see is the out buildings and homes that were left. The road does a loop at the end so by staying on it you will see both mines and all the houses. From evidence we found, the place either had generators or actual electricity. I found the cooling unit out of an ancient fridge and wanted to bring it home but it was a wee bit heavy and large. Maybe next time. Finders Road is fairly decent and unless it is wet most vehicles could go up there. There is a cabin someone owns in the canyon so I advise you to stay out of their property. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">We finished that area and headed back to Death Canyon to visit the places we couldn't get to last trip. We did take 2 roads I had not taken previously. We were rewarded with some cool things. One was this stone house. Who ever built it had some smarts. Not only did he hand build it but he chose a spot with one hell of a view. You can see for miles from this house and I actually had cell service out of Delta. This house seems to be a popular place judging on the garbage people have left and the amount of empty casings, mostly .223. I would recommend a high clearance vehicle for this trail and stay off it if it is wet. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Well, it's already March and this is my first entry for the year. We actually got some good snow this year so any forays into the mountains wont be till much later. As for today's title, our trip for the day was back out to Death Canyon. Now I know part of the range is in Tooele County and maybe Juab County. I can't find any definite map that says one way or the other. So, I guess we will go with Whatever. Works for me. So, I have preached this before and I will continue tonight. THINGS OF THE PAST ARE DISAPPEARING! Look at the foto above and the one below. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Mother Nature is a cruel bitch and tries so hard to reclaim her virgin presence. For the most part, man, usually wins. But on things of the past, out in the open for at least 100 years and ignored for 90 of them, she will win. Towns like Bodie California are kept alive by us modern day people who love to see the past. But, the ore chute above is out in BFE nowhere and has to go the battle alone. This one finally lost. I saw online that part of the structure of the Jackson Mine in Nevada has now collapsed. It's a testament to the craftsmanship of men to see them last so long, but it really kinda sucks to see them go. If you go out on the Central Pacific rail bed you will find quite a few bridges still up. How do I know they are original? You should see the size of the timber used. You can't find trees of that size to cut up anywhere legally anymore. All I am is saying I guess is that our history is slowly returning to nature. Some of you may think woo hoo! I don't. I find it amazing to see what was done 150 years ago. I look and wonder how it was done. Seriously, the Union Pacific could lay track on that old rail bed and not have an issue. Amazing to me!! </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">OK I am done. Above is one mine we couldn't get to. I guess we could have had it been life or death but since it wasn't, we didn't. We hiked around the area and from my last blog found out that the materials outside this mine were not for the mine. They built a new fence from the cliff above the mine and it goes west up and over the the opposite side. I would not be a good fence installer. Just looking at it made me wonder how the hell did they do it. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Another first was we were the first one up the canyon this high. I will admit that these new tires didn't miss a beat. I did the majority of the trip in two wheel drive. I did my usual tree hitting and didn't suffer any damage. Seriously, you try doing a 180 on an ATV trail. Trees be damned! </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The lower canyon mine was open so we went in for a quick visit. Its amazing to see the tracks for the ore carts still there. I just wish I could find an ore cart. Honestly, I think an ore cart, on tracks in the front yard full of bright flowers, is freakin' awesome! Someday maybe.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I will tell you that all my back problems sure showed up today. Hiking even a few hundred feet killed me. And hunched over in the mine wasn't a good feeling either. We went in a few hundred feet and walked around. You had to be short to work good part of this mine. There were only a few places you could stand upright. I am not sure how old this mine is but even though the roof was actively leaking, I could find no evidence of stalactites forming. We ate lunch there then headed down the canyon. While sitting there, we found a whole new group of mines on the opposite side of the canyon. Being time limited, we didn't go looking for a way to them. We even spotted a bunch more at the mouth of the canyon. Guess that means a return trip when all the snow has melted. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We made it back to Stockton and I showed my friend a house I once wanted to buy. That led to other things and next thing I know I was on the mountain above the town just enjoying the view. It was incredible. To those who read this, I would recommend a 4x4 and start following roads. You never know what you may find or see. Jeep on my friends!</span>Jeep Masterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11883374564610323345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368479239934114809.post-39609592034756450562018-12-29T20:07:00.000-07:002018-12-29T20:07:32.581-07:00Do It Now, Before its TOO Late!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Welcome to another entry in my not famous writings. Today's fotos have nothing to do with my agenda today, but I needed something to look at so these are my best friends. So, lets begin. I received a phone call Friday morning from a friend who needed to get to Boise ASAP. Um ok, why? My uncle has stage 4 cancer and isn't going to last much longer. I need to talk to him. Debate in head.... Boise, hmmmmmm...... Intervention from above, DO it. Sure I'll be there in an hour. I tossed the bare minimum in my bag and headed north for a 330 mile drive. I have driven this once before on a trip to Seattle way back in 1989 but I really don't remember a whole lot about the journey. So, it's basically something new. We headed up I-84 at about 1pm and the adventure began. Curious as to why this journey was so important got me to asking questions. Why are we doing this? The answer was quite interesting so here we go. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Years ago, this person had been sent to live with this uncle and his family. Life at his home was not worth a shit and had left our friend with thoughts of suicide. Upon arriving at the new home, a new life was started and changes occurred. The thoughts of death and depression were slowly replaced with thoughts of a new self worth. No longer criticized and put down, positive reassurances helped transform my friend into a person who began to believe in his self. The time spent with this uncle preformed a miracle and my friend left as a self confident man. Not perfect, but aware of who he was and what he wanted. Years go by and some untrue and hateful rumors by my friends family caused a rift between the uncle and him. The years pass by and the fateful call of stage 4 cancer and death made the friend want to try and mend the rift and then thank the uncle and his family for saving his life. The trip up was filled with apprehension. How would this reunion go and wold it end happily ever after. With Google's help, we arrived in a tiny little farming community near Boise. The door was opened and soon we were seated in the family room. Not one to beat around the bush, the friend opened up and explained his life and what had happened. He spoke of the rumors and how it had affected his family as well as the uncles. He told them how they had saved his life and how he needed to say this before it was too late. Long story short, everything went well. Any bad feelings of the past were gone and stories began being told about the families pioneer heritage past. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Privacy allows me to tell no more. I was witness to a great event and even a part of it in a way. So, here is where I make my plea. Life is short. Events of the past can leave us with scars and outright hatred of family or friends. We need to look beyond our petty hurts and resolve issues before its to damn late. Sometimes it will turn out good, other times it might not. We shouldn't live with any regrets. In my life, I had a aunt and uncle, for lack of a better phrase. They didn't save my life but they kept it from getting too out of control. They always listened and added advice and I went from there. We are no longer friends sadly. Events of the past led them to persecute my family for standing up for what was right. It hurts to see someone you looked up to fall so hard but choices were made and we all have to live with them. So, get off your asses and go do what you need to do. Will it turn out good? You never know, but at least you tried. Thats whats important. Jeep on my friends.</span>Jeep Masterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11883374564610323345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368479239934114809.post-68443648221112604022018-12-15T18:13:00.000-07:002018-12-15T18:13:01.753-07:00The Story I didn't Finish.........<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So, I was just looking back on some past entries and realized that I never finished the Medtronic story. It sure isn't a good ending but it is an ending. So, my appointment with the final surgeon to put the shocker in my back was coming up. I was excited because I knew that pain-free time was headed my way. Enter my usual luck. Apparently, the gentleman who was paying for my health insurance stopped paying in August without telling or informing me. I had no clue because prescriptions were still being paid for. October 1st rolls around and no more nothing. The Medtronic dream crashed and burned and life suddenly looked painful. The foto above is me as a teen doing what I loved to do. From age 13-18 most of my spare time was spent on the hardwood dreaming of glory. The good old days!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So, with the dream shattered, the rest of reality caved in like an out of control avalanche. During this 2 month period, the lovely insurance company had approved the test trial, an MRI on my head and a few other things: with no intention of ever paying them. Suddenly, I was $26k in debt. So lets recap, I take probably $600 a month in prescriptions, along with Dr visits to make adjustments. Gone. Luckily for me, a lot of the drugs had 90 day supplies so all was not lost. Pain meds, no longer available. Dr wont see me cuz I suddenly owe him a ton of money. Wow. Life suddenly looked nasty. I don't even remember how long I have been on the pain meds. It seems forever. Now, they are all gone. I will admit that I have been blessed so far in this disaster. I have not had but 2 or 3 bad nights. For this I am truly thankful. Over the counter stuff does absolutely nothing for me so I really feel good about how my pain has ebbed for whatever reason. Above is one of the sources of my pain. Years ago, I was riding at the dunes in St Anthony and took a wee bit of a flight over the handlebars. Busted my damn tail bone and it still hurts to sit to this day. But I would do it again.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So what comes next, I have no idea. The medical bills keep coming in and all I can do is nothing. Had I made it through the final implant of the device I might have been able to go back to work and enjoy life. For now, I just live day to day hoping that the pain will stay where it has been and allow me to function somewhat. It sure isn't fun. I miss being out in the middle of nowhere exploring what once was. The last foto is one that should cause concern to most people. The red areas represent federally owned land in each state. Nevada and Utah are in the top 3 of land the state or its people do not own. Just a thought to my readers. Jeep on my friends! </span>Jeep Masterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11883374564610323345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368479239934114809.post-13209547091222630542018-12-11T20:33:00.000-07:002018-12-11T20:33:20.397-07:00What Does it Take to Have Famous Blog?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Interesting title, huh? So, what does it take to have a world famous blog? I sure wish I knew. Seriously, you see these people on TV all the time. They write maybe 2 or 3 blogs a week and everyone and their dog has to read them. Sponsors begin to pay them money just for the privilege of putting an ad on their blog site. How would that be? Honestly I would love to find out. I am sure I could spew forth words of total wisdom to the masses??? OK, probably not. I am not qualified in postpartum depression or anything like it. I live with the depression caused by my body deciding its no longer playing and going home. I deal with it in my own way and I am sure no one really cares how I do it. So, what would I have to write about to make me famous? I wish I knew. I would have no problem writing a few hundred words 2 or 3 times a week. It would be easy. Would it be interesting? Highly doubtful. Well, I could drink myself into a heavy drunkenness and write. At one time years ago I was rather funny as a drunk. I just don't think the body would be happy with that. It would probably want to go home even sooner. OK, foto one above. Due to the lack of funding.... instead of a nice new top, I got to go with the half cab look. I like the look but it sure isn't the most comfy way to go. The seats can only go back so far and that's the end. We will decide come spring how well it did keeping the snow and rain out of the back. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Another irritating occurrence are the people who get to Jeep 24/7 365 on other peoples dime. I follow 3 of them on YouTube and it drives me nuts. Big name companies give them parts to "test" and comment about on their videos. Other normal people like you and I join in and contribute X amount of $$ a month to keep them on the road. One dude has been all over the west and even up into Canada and Alaska. Hell's bells, I have a hard enough time coming up with $50 to make a day run out into the west desert to find a new mine or ghost town. This guy Jeeps Saturday to Thursday and finds a town with wifi to do a weekly video on Friday. Now doing videos is a pain in the ass for the most part. My problem is that this laptop is so damn old it creeps along and takes about an hour to do 5 minutes of video. If anyone reading this would like to help this situation out, feel free to email me and I'll show you which new computer I want. Granted it would be awesome to live that lifestyle, I'd be in Death Valley for December and probably Mexico for January and February, but then I would miss out on my latest job. I now get to watch the grandson on a regular basis. It has been quite enjoyable relearning things I have not done in over 20 years. But hey, I am remembering the lessons and we get along just great. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I know, here's an idea. What if all 9 of you chipped in to keep me on the road from say April to October?? I could live with that. I would pick a state a month and do as much exploring as was possible and make videos and update my website and........... Such a sweet dream. Now, I would probably have to get a Wrangler Unlimited for the space. So we would have to figure that into your donations. A 2 door and 2 dogs wouldn't be very comfy. Who knows, I might even be able to finagle some sponsorship's from some companies. I know that the one guy pretty much gets all sorts of shit free and just uses it. So, lets work on the donations first and then we'll visit a few local companies to see what they would be willing to donate. Sounds like a plan to me. The last foto is of the granddaughter Taleigha. It was her 7th birthday a couple of days ago and we had a fun party to celebrate it. Such a cute young lady. She'll be driving the boys crazy in a few years! I have re-read this and there is nothing profound in it to make me famous. Damnit. Jeep on my friends! </span>Jeep Masterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11883374564610323345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368479239934114809.post-33245136881117522712018-11-02T23:23:00.000-06:002018-11-02T23:23:09.815-06:00Atlas Shrugged: Who is John Galt?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Good evening and welcome to one of my rare political posts. Years ago, I happened to catch a video on Amazon called Atlas Shrugged. Interesting title so I had to watch it. The story was set in a non specific time of the future in an America that had fallen on hard times. The book was written in 1957 and it took them till 2011 to actually make the film so its understandable that there isn't a specific date of the film. Anyway, in this future, the country has begun to turn to a socialistic form of government. The government had begun to seize control of all aspects of society. It is best explained by "you work harder to support your neighbor who doesn't work" type of situation. The story centers on Taggart Transcontinental Railroad. Due to government actions, the railroad was the only feasible method of transportation. Gas was $40.00 a gallon and life was really beginning to suck. Two other businesses were also brought into the story: a steel mill who had invented a new alloy of steel and a oil company. All 3 were basically in bed with each other. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As the story progresses, government interference brings down all 3 using socialistic methods of rule making. I am really condensing this but bare with me. The leaders of said industries began to disappear and left notes which didn't make a lot of sense to others. The common line of each note was "who is John Galt?" Besides the leaders of industry, all of the countries smartest people, such as Drs, teachers and inventors were among the disappearing people. No one had a clue to where they had gone. One of the last smart people left got lucky and was able to follow one of the disappeared while they were disappearing. She finds out where they go and has 30 days to decide if she wants to stay or go back. And I am done explaining the movie. The book is 1200 pages so thats next on my reading list. Now lets get to the point of why I am writing about this. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Considering this was wrote in 1957, you would think that is was written today. Watching the news and seeing how the Democrats want to put everything under government control in a socialistic society, these movies fit in perfect for today. In the book, capitalism is viewed as evil. Men or women using their skills and talents to make themselves money was viewed as evil, like today. In part 2 I believe, the main male character is on trial for violating a trade law. They criticize him for his lust of money. They ask how his love of money helps out society. He replies that there are x number of employees working for him that receive paychecks. The court kinda shot themselves in the foot. Anyway, I recommend that if you're into politics today you watch all 3 movies. Be forewarned, the lead female is played by a different woman in each film. Actually, I really don't think anyone played in more than one film. Plus they add stupid romance scenes in that don't make a lot of sense. But, as to the effectiveness of showing how socialism doesn't work, the films are dead on! Watch them and tell me what you think. Jeep on my friends!</span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> </span>Jeep Masterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11883374564610323345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368479239934114809.post-23166685582329669652018-10-07T11:56:00.000-06:002018-10-08T04:37:33.924-06:00A new Beginning: the End<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">So, yesterdays bright and cheerful entry was followed by an old man power nap. Seems I qualify for these gifts from above. Anyway, I awoke and proceeded to get my lazy ass out of bed and when my feet hit the floor, I gnu, or knew, we had problems. Instead of feeling a slight tingle sensation, I felt the wrath of God go down my right leg. It was worse then by a long shot as to when I had it turned up. No matter where I had it set, it was painful. So, off it went and I began making phone calls. The rep did not answer and my conversation with Logan Regional Hospital was to say the least a joke.....The Dr on call knew nothing and wouldn't call the Dr who did it. Lovely. The rep finally called back and we have determined that one of the leads shoved up my back has shifted somehow. I was told to leave it off and they will let me know what to do and when to do it. SIGH. My biggest fear returned at this point. Tonight I will have to suffer with the pain again before I fall asleep. Night rolled in and I did my dishes and cleaned up the kitchen and went in to begin my nightly ritual. I am reading a book on the 1899 Klondike gold rush written by a reporter who went to Alaska and lived the rush in person. Anyways, I got into it and read for a few hours then decided I would sleep. Turned the light off and I was gone.... wait.... no pain. I had another pain free night. Sweet! lets hope tonight is the same. </span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">No picture because I am lazy so just keep reading. My opinion on the Medtronics is I want the permanent one in my back! These past few night of falling asleep pain free have been incredible. My legs remaining still and not thrashing about while I grit my teeth in pain has been a blessing. I can see myself losing the need for vicodin every night and finally sleeping better overall. Now I just wait for a final decision from the insurance company as to if they will put in the permanent unit or make me suffer the rest of my life. To those of you with back pain, I would recommend checking out the Medtronics pain stopper. I know it wont remove all of mine but just removing the pre bed pain and allowing me to fall asleep drug free is well worth it! </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Next night update: So it is 4 am and I am sitting here wide awake. I made it to sleep just fine but around 3 am the pain finally returned. I was woke up by some evil gremlin stabbing my big toe. Not what I wanted. I got up and took a pain pill and have been surfing the web ever since. I need to get the permanent one in my back asap. I believe in this little invention and would tell all of you that suffer from chronic back pain to see if it would work for you. The last 4 nights were so pleasant......... </span>Jeep Masterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11883374564610323345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368479239934114809.post-29464371182995230552018-10-06T13:33:00.000-06:002018-10-06T13:33:57.048-06:00A new Beginning, part II<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It's day 3, just after noon here and I thought I would add more to this new adventure. Last night was hell. I felt as if I had a fever and the pain was back in all of its glory. I can't say as to why it was back, it just was. Between shivering and the constant pain, the night was becoming unbearable. I had crawled into bed and had my blankets over me and decided to add more "kick" to the back unit. I jumped it up to almost 5, (I started at 2.8) and laid down. Now I learned a few new things about the unit last night. One is that if I move a certain way, lay down on my back or cough or sneeze I will feel it doing its job. So, I was laying there actually enjoying the constant massage while good and evil battled. Good eventually won and I was finally able to drift off to sleep. Sleep is good because you don't feel a thing. At about 2 am, i awakened for who knows why and decided I was thirsty. Here comes lesson 2. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was standing in front of the fridge when I suddenly began to cough like an old truck on a cold morning. Big mistake. For some reason, muscle movement intensifies the shock. Sitting here right now I cannot feel a thing. But, if I cough, I feel the shocks in my legs. Well, the huge ass cough mixed with the setting of 5 almost did some serious damage. The coughing started and the shock wave that hit my feet damn near pulled them out from under me. I was lucky enough to catch myself on the kitchen counter or I would have gone down. Wow. That was not expected. Thats the point where I learned that any forced muscle use would amplify the shock. Coughing, sneezing, pissing and even a good old fart will make me feel the shocks and amplify them. Needless to say the unit got turned down and I went back to sleep. I am back at 2.8 on the scale and everything seems to be going ok. I once thought that this would cure every pain and make life donuts and puppy dogs. My hip is telling me otherwise. I can still feel it, though just not as bad. I had planned on going to Walmart today just to see how it handled walking the aisles. After last night, I am thinking maybe tomorrow will be a better day for this. I do think that if it eliminates the bedtime pain, it will be a success. Some nights are horrible. Even a double shot of codeine doesn't quite help. Originally I had hoped for no pain any more and I could go back to living a normal life. Not gonna happen. I can live with that though. Just losing the pain that comes at bedtime would be a huge win and one I could live with. So, what will tonight bring? I am sore where they cut me open to put the wires in, but its not that bad. I guess we'll all have to wait until tonight to find out. </span>Jeep Masterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11883374564610323345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368479239934114809.post-75379958838404394992018-10-04T02:09:00.000-06:002018-10-04T02:09:36.725-06:00Possibly, a New Beginning <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Welcome to a blog that will not end tonight. I hope it doesn't end at all. I am going to be reviewing a medical device that is supposed to cut back severe back pain using electricity instead of my usual codeine. The stimulating machine is made by Medtronic. No, they are not paying me. I wish they would though. No one is telling me to do this but I feel the urge to help people suffering from pain. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I have had serious back issues since 2011. They would react to the cold in my job and give me hellacious headaches. It cost me my job. As the back pain worsened, more jobs were lost, including my dream job at Amazon. Nights were filled with pain so severe that my leg would move in the whole range of motion it has left, violently. By now, Codeine was all that would remotely help. It took enough of the edge off to allow me to sleep. My Dr, Dr Carlson recommended we look into spinal stimulation to ease the pain. So much is wrong in my spine that any sort of surgery to fix one thing would make another issue worse. After fighting the insurance company, they agreed to allow the trial run. In the trial, my stimulator is left on the outside of my body to see if it is worth a permanent try. So, the one above is the permanent one. If this works, it would be implanted under the skin.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">New wires would be run to the spine and it would all be underground. Right now I am covered in tape on my back to keep it all attached to myself. It comes with a remote control that allows you to change the way it works. If an enemy got a hold of this, they could have fun. I am a remote controlled human. But I must say, the Rep turned it up to full power and it really felt cool. It's like a Tens Unit at the chiropractor but a hell of a lot more powerful, and fun! So, lets begin. </span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Day 1- The unit has been in myself 12 hours. My back is sore from where I was cut, but other than that its pain free. I walked the grocery store looking for ingredients for dinner tonight and the only thin I felt was the 2 discs that push on my spinal cord. Even that was really nothing. The big test came at bed time. When I lie down, all hell breaks loose from my hips to which ever leg it wants to torture. I feel a shock begin to charge and then it explodes down my leg causing me to kick violently. It fucking hurts. I made it to bed at 10:00 and laid there waiting. Nothing. My neuropathy pain was almost to "0" and nothing like it has been. Why I woke up at 2 I can't say, but its nice. There was no pain. Stay tuned for more. </span>Jeep Masterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11883374564610323345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368479239934114809.post-89522146843224826372018-09-24T02:49:00.000-06:002018-09-24T02:49:17.310-06:00When to Draw the Line, for me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Just so you all know, this entry is being written to myself. The last 3.5 years haven't been what I would call good times. To be honest, they have really sucked porpoise peters. Yes that was crude but this is an entry to me. Live with it. So, I have had open heart surgery, sternum plating, removal of the plating, thumb surgery, elbow surgery and I destroyed my leg in a fall. If we step back in time before that, the arthritis in my body has raised all sorts of hell. Breaking my tailbone in 2007 still pains me today. My L-4 and 5 are trash which can cause pains to shoot down my leg with such force that I kick like a pissed off mule. I have 2 discs in my mid back that are physically compressing my spinal cord, which while standing for any amount of time, hurts like there is no tomorrow. Life really sucks. It hurts to sit. It hurts to stand. It hurts to lay down. I am running out of ways to do anything. As hard as I try and want to be able to do things, my body laughs in my face and says "good luck with that asshole"!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So, where does that leave me? FUBAR comes to mind. I landed myself a fairly decent job here in Salt Lake at the new Amazon warehouse. I had high hopes for working for them and living happily ever after. I started tonight in the sorting department. It was a simple job of removing an order from a tote and placing it in the boxing mail box. Once persons order had arrived in full, the folks on the other side of the mailbox could package the order and send it to shipping. Simple, easy job. I picked it up super-fast and was doing really well. After 45 minutes, the pains began become quite noticeable. After 2 hours I was wanting to die. At the 6 hour mark, I couldn't take it anymore. It felt like I was being stabbed in my back. I resigned from Amazon tonight. The drive home was miserable because it hurt so bad and because I failed. Some have insinuated that I just don't want to work. Whatever! To be able to live life one has to be able to work. I just can't do it anymore. I can't sit for more than 10 minutes and standing is about the same. 10 minutes go buy and the fire begins in my back. I hate my life. As for drawing the line, tonight was the final straw. I have been told by quite a few people to apply for social security disability. You people win. I am going to go find a lawyer to take the case on and see where I come out. I don't want to but what choices are left? I would love to try and get certified as a coder in web page building. You can work out of your home which would be a good thing. Will it happen? With my luck, we all know the answer. So, the line is drawn and who knows what is going to happen. Jeep on my friends!</span>Jeep Masterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11883374564610323345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368479239934114809.post-18188070093262059412018-09-07T17:09:00.000-06:002018-09-07T17:09:57.626-06:00An Escape to Idaho<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Welcome to an actual adventure where the fotos are actual fotos of the actual adventure. Say that fast 3 times, I dare you! So, our escape today began up a canyon just north of Portage, Utah. We headed west up the canyon past a few springs till we almost hit the the top of the mountain. A quick right sent us down a side canyon that headed north and took us into Idaho and the Samaria Mountains. Now here is where it got interesting. As we started up this little canyon, we began to see real trees like Quaking Aspen and Pine. For some reason, the mountains west of where I live in Utah are too dry for these big old trees. In one little spot, I swear we saw some old cut down trees from years ago that were easily 5 feet in diameter. They were kinda cool</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As we neared the top, we came to a spot where we could see for miles into the western Malad Valley. I got on Google Earth just to check out where the other road went and found an interesting marker. At the spot where we stopped, there were cows everywhere down this little draw. It had looked as if the road went down that way, but it really didn't. Looking on the Google shot of the area, this little draw is call San Libertas of the Good Samaritan. The view from above suggests something might have been there before but as to what I do not know. I did a quick Google search and found nothing. Now I gotta dig deep I suppose and find the truth. I mean all it says is church in Oneida County Idaho. Who knows?</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">From there the road went across the top of the mountain and headed down to life in the valley. I often wonder things like who built this road and why. With the exception of the High Uinta mountains, pretty much every range in Utah has hundreds if not thousands of miles of dirt roads that seem to go almost anywhere. I am sure that some are fire roads and of course you have the roads built to service mines and other resources. Whatever the reason, most of these roads offer the driver a chance to escape the big city traffic jams and see some things you might not have known existed. Just do a wee bit of research before you go so you don't end up on a trail that could destroy you and your vehicle. That would make for a shitty day! Jeep on my friends.</span>Jeep Masterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11883374564610323345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368479239934114809.post-48259174898880178772018-08-09T08:46:00.000-06:002018-08-09T08:46:23.833-06:00An Accident Waiting to Happen<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Buenos dias people! Welcome to another off road adventure. This trip took us into Wyoming for the first time ever. OK, the first ghost town trip into Wyoming. Been there lots of times for other things. A visit to the High Uinta Mountains was our first stop on this expedition. We chose to take Hiway 150 from Kamas over the range and into Wyoming so we could visit Mirror Lake. Mirror Lake is a beautiful, natural lake high up in the mountains. Our first stop on this trip was Provo River Falls. As you can see from the foto, the falls are incredibly pretty. This would be a nice place to build a cabin. As the road continued north we finally made it to the top. The view is really grand........ with one exception. I don't have a foto of it but the tree population in the area is a scary sight to see. I would be willing to bet that somewhere between 25% to 35% of the tree population is dead. As you gaze over the forest below, you can't help but see that the area has some sort of issue with the tree population. It is so bad, in my opinion, that I didn't even bother to get my camera out. It is that bad. Fact is, if they get a lightning strike or some careless camper starting a fire, this whole area will disappear. I can't figure out why the Forest Service hasn't had firewood cutters or professional sawyers come in and thin out the dead trees. There are 1000's of them. And like I said, if it catches on fire.... it is gone. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We followed 150 north towards Wyoming when I noticed a sign saying gold hill. We turned up the road and were greeted with a sign saying 4x4 only trail. I was excited. It wasn't a difficult trail per say, but due to the rocks on the trail, I went into 4lo to make it easy on the Jeep. What was lacking on the trail was any real type of signage. We followed the trail for about an hour or so then headed back. Our goal was to have been Gold Hill Pass but we never found it. I did look it up on Google Earth when I got home so when I go back, I now know where I need to go. Next on the list for the day was the ghost town of Piedmont Wyoming. Piedmont is my first Wyoming ghost town and a Union Pacific tent town from the transcontinental railroad days. The community was built around 1868 and was a farming as well as a charcoal business that fed the Utah mines. The town prospered until the railroad built a tunnel through the mountain and by doing this took the train and its service out of Piedmont. With no cheap way to ship the charcoal, the business soon went under. By 1940 or so, the town gave up and disappeared. Today there are a few buildings still standing as well as the charcoal kilns.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As close as it is to I-80, as well as being on every map I saw, the town is in remarkably good state. Time is taking its toll, but there still is some interesting things to see. I would recommend that you visit it in the spring or fall. It was pretty damn hot out there and there isn't a lot of shade. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We were just 10 miles or so from our final destination and right on schedule. The last official stop for the day was another historical site, Fort Bridger. FB was built in 1842 by the legendary mountain man Jim Bridger. He built the fort to be a supply house for the pioneers going to Oregon, California and Utah. He owned the fort until the Mormon Church bought him out in 1857. They had it for a year and then burned it to the ground. The US Army was on the march to Utah to wipe out the church so they burned just about everything of any value in an attempt to slow them down. Once the army arrived, they took control over the fort until it was abandoned in the 1890's. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">From then on, it basically wasn't much of anything but a farm town. Sometime between 1920 and 1935, the property became of interest due to its historical past. The ground was bought and the preservation soon began. Today you can visit the past for just $4 per person. This is another spring/fall visit time. It was damn hot there on our visit so plan accordingly. I do have one complaint tho. There were 2 people there for the whole attraction. If you had a question to ask, there was no one to answer it. Kinda sad if you ask me. Another issue was that 90% of the buildings were locked and the windows so dirty that you couldn't see well enough inside to snap a foto. Yes, I was disappointed. But, its now crossed off the list of things to see. Twas a great day for exploring. A little on the warm side, but that's a lot better than the last one where we got hailed on. Jeep on my friends. </span>Jeep Masterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11883374564610323345noreply@blogger.com1