Riding in snow in Arizona

Al and Kadizzle loaded the Yamaha cycles into the pickup and headed to the mountains.  The first goal was to go up to the old asbestos mine.  The road got worse, and worse.  Kadizzle figured out a new technique for dealing with the impossible, get off the cycle and let Al ride it though the tough spot. Even with this new found method we could go no farther.   Turning around we headed for the fire tower at Aztec Peak, only to be thwarted by snow.  Once Kadizzle hit the deep snow the cycle fell over on him and it was a good thing he was with Al.  Al pulled the cycle off to free Kadizzle.  We tried to push the motorcycles through the snow hoping the road  would clear up again, but no such luck.  Next we went to another fire tower and had a great view.  Riding in the mountains made a good day and Al got to see some new areas.

Motorcycle mishaps

Three older guys took off into the mountains and desert.  59,65, and old Kadizzle soon to be 70.  Al is the young pup and a good rider.  Dave and Kadizzle lagged back and took it a litter more easy.  The roads were in pretty good shape, but Kadizzle warned Dave and Al that the last six hundred yards up the mountain were treacherous.  Al made it up with a minor spill.  Kadizzle thought he had it but crashed about two thirds of the way up.  Broke the brake lever, and lens on the turn signal.  Finally got the bike upright, but then the battery was dead. The damn jumper battery would not start the machine. Luckily Al was able to bump start Kadizzle's Yamaha.  So off we went on another thirty miles.  On the way back Al just about had a major wipe out, but pulled out of it.  Tomorrow maybe anther venture into the wile.

Motorcycle Adventure

Some friends have moved into our campsite and two of the men have dirt bikes.  This means today is an adventure day.  The plan is to go up the mountain first. Plan number one is not to get hurt.  Kadizzle is too cheap to buy fancy protection gear, so he will be wearing snake guards to protect his legs and a used helmet, and a half assed motorcycle jacket.  The real secret is to go slow and use some discretion.  After we go up the mountain, we will do some more tame stuff then meet the women at Peter Bigfoots. The women are going to hike and buy vegetables for Bigfoot.  No one can seem to get going on the trails again. Ken and Rita are in California,  Cliff cannot find anyone to watch the dog, and that leaves us pretty slim.

Learn to speak in tongues

Back in the town where we live there is a young nut case Kadizzle got to know.  He is a huge bumbling guy with some mental issues.  He does have a unique sense of humor.  He has been in jail several times and actually seems to enjoy it.  With another problem child he goes to church, which is strangely therapeutic for both of them.  Of course they go to a church peppered with goofy evangelicals that speak in tongues.  Presumably anyone reading this knows the routine where people get possessed by the " Holy Spirit" and start babbling.  It is all nonsense, but it works well in holy roller churches.  So Jayden is going to teach me to speak in tongues.  Jayden tells me all you have to do is say " I thought I bought a Kia, but I bought a Honda".   To make it work you have to say it quickly and with emphasis in church.  Try it.  Just say it quickly.   So just imagine Jayden and J. for Johnson in church speaking in tongues saying " I thought I bought a Honda, but I bough a Kia". 

Most good preachers after they get everyone fired up speaking in tongues, dancing, and waving their arms pass the collection plate.  Hal a lu jah.  Praise the lord.

Do some thinking and laughing

Watch the video posted below.  You will have fun. Bill Maher is absolutely the best.  Republicans cannot watch him.  The video will make it clear what level of insanity the country has reached under Trump. 

Sitting here getting up to date and it looks like another nice day.  Our friends showed up yesterday with the huge fifth Wheel.  They live in it full time.  Al is a master mechanic, and body work guy.  He did a wonderful job painting the fifth wheel and it looks better than new.  Al has modified the whole thing with disc brakes, and many other special goodies.

So Winky, Rita, Ken, Al, and Debbie will go hiking today.  Kadizzle may work on the cross cut saw.  Sharpening the damn thing is a labor intensive job and involves more file work than getting out of prison.

For fun Kadizzle may make a round on the ebike and take a walk with Cupcake.  Seemingly we are back to work for the National Forest Service as volunteers.  A lot of the water leaks that have been running for weeks can now be fixed.  The prisoners in Globe will be delighted to get out here in the sun shine.

Life will be somewhat back to normal until the mentally ill president makes his next move.  If only they would put the hammer down on the worthless crook.

Ann Coulter: The Coulter Veto | Real Time with Bill Maher (HBO)

Hiking with Cupcake

Cupcake is a small woman about the size of Winky.  Kadizzle and Cupcake headed up Mills ridge yesterday to hike.  There is a reason her name is Cupcake.  She is a cake.  That is slang for someone who is just not that tough.  Cupcake is a good hiker, but she is afraid of heights, and does not like the briers, and brambles.

Kadizzle and Cupcake headed up the steep trail to an Indian site.  Cupcake would not look down off the steep trail.  She managed to on the way back by necessity.  Kadizzle showed Cupcake how to recognize pot shards at the ancient Indian site.  Wow, there were lots of the pot shards.  Kadizzle has been to this site many times, but was absolutely amazed how many more shards emerged from the rains and weathering.  Kadizzle found one black on red piece which is rare, and a very unusual piece that looked like it came from a large dish.  The day was near perfect and after lunch we returned.  Our trail crew is trying to get Cupcake out  to all the places we hike so she can give better information at the visitor center if the government ever gets going again.  Just put Trump in jail and get it over.

Up the mountain

Winky and most of the gang are going to run up the mountain this morning.  So as usual Winky is busy jumping around getting ready to blast off at eight thirty.  Kadizzle is staying back at camp and may go for a causal walk with Cupcake.  Cupcake said she dreamed up a name for Kadizzle.  Cupcake wants to call him Jellyroll.  Hopefully she can settle on Cheesecake.  Sitting here about a month into the shutdown caused by the child like mentally ill president trying to keep busy. 

The mountain crew is going to try to make it clear to the top.  That end of the trail has become overgrown with brush and they are trying to figure out where it goes.  The other day Kadizzle and Cupcake hiked part way up the Oak Flat Trail.  A woman who looked just like Winky came running down the trail.  It was amazing to see someone run up and down that steep trail, we were stopping to rest about every five minutes.

The skyline in the east is starting to glow. That means the sun is working its way up.  The days are finally getting longer.

Yesterday as Kadizzle was exercising the Yamaha motorcycle, and the ebike he encountered a strange young guy on a very, very small motorbike.  It was a strange sight.  The little 110 CC cycle was pushing a 210 lb guy and huge amount of gear.  Inquiring Kadizzle found out Mr. Cycle had driven the little mini cycle ninety miles form Chandlier.  It took him three days and he camped on the way.  With the shutdown the motorbike man was looking for a place to camp.  Kadizzle showed him to a nice spot on the beach.  It takes all kinds to make the world go round, but it only takes one to shoot you down.

The virtues of an outhouse

Just fired the cannon down at the outhouse.  Although our camper has a nice bathroom Winky and Kadizzle prefer a nice morning walk to our own exclusive outhouse.  It is a nice structure with his and her facilities. Kadizzle likes the fact that you can read the New Yorker with the door open and the sun shining in.  The fresh air and the glorious scenery on the fifty yard walk is invigorating.  With the government shut down we have the entire camp area to ourselves.   Technically we are now welfare cheats.  We get to use all the nice government facilities, but they will not let us do our volunteer work clearing the trains in the mountains around here.

Nice Day

The sun is up and it looks like a wonderful day if the wind stays down. Winky wants to explore an Indian site. Cupcake and Dave were out yesterday educating Cupcake about where everything is. Cupcake works at the visitor center, but like just about everyone there she has not been to many of the places around here so Dave has been giving her a tour.

Day 32 of Trump's tantrum.  Such waste is hard to imagine.

Now for a little story Kadizzle enjoyed.  A tough old cowboy came into a barber shop in Montana.  His face was so worn and wrinkled he complained he could never get a good clean shave.  The barber told him no problem.  The barber gave him a little wooden ball to put in his mouth.  The barber told him to shove the ball against his cheek while the barber shaved him.  The ball took the wrinkles out and the old cowboy said it was the cleanest shave he ever had.  Then the cowboy asked the barber " What happens if I swallow the little wooden ball?".  " No problem " the barber said " Just bring it back when it comes out the other end like everybody else does".

Here We Sit

Well folks here we sit. The government is shut down by the most worthless rotten scheming man ever to hold public office. We could be working for free improving public lands, but we are tasked with entertaining ourselves.  The prisoners in Globe who work here for fifty cents and hour are sitting in jail wasting tax payers money.  Kadizzle has been a bit obsessed with the confrontation between the Native American and the kid in the Trump hat.  What actually happened?  There seem to be several versions.  When Kadizzle confronted now Senator Kevin Cramer and put 23 dollars down his shirt Kadizzle got a first hand lesson in spin.  The media jumped on the incident and called it an assault.  Even Cramer said it was not, but that made a good story.  It was amazing to see first hand how the news media manipulated what happened to create a story.  The real story in Kadizzles case was about a woman Cramer was trying to steal health care from.  Trying my beast to be unbiased I could perhaps buy the teen Trumpsters version, but the stumbling block is the Trump hat.  That alone would not do it, but when you see all the teenagers with the star were wearing Trump hats it is very hard not to find them guilty.

Soreness is slowly subsiding from the great Canyon hike.  Last night Cupcake (Elaine), Dave and Kadizzle watched the moon eclipse sitting around the fire.  The clothes smell so smokey Winky says Kadizzle has to wash them.  Since Sylvie is going to star in Mary Poppins we now have to plan a trip to Denver. Meanwhile the other little bug Evie is learning to tell Alexa how to play her favorite Elmo song.  Life goes on pray for Trump to be struck by lightening, bung hole cancer, or something that will only get him and spare the innocent.  If indeed God controls everything maybe God can take some time from choosing who will win the Super Bowl and cook up a natural disaster for Trump.

A nice adventure completed

Ken, Rita, and the Kadizzles slogged up the canyon Aravaipa Canyon with out host Richard.  Richard and his wife Polly so kindly let us use their guest house.  The little cottage sat high on the hillside overlooking the valley below.  It was one of those hikes where you are in the creed about half the time.  One mile, two miles, three miles, four miles up the creek.  The canyon is a treasure of the southwest with similarities to some of the other huge canyons we have been in.  The best part was a short side trip up a side canyon full of wonderful water features.  For the time of year the water was amazingly warm.  Our host were so gracious they invited us for dinner and Polly is a professional cook, so the rest is gastric history.  Polly cooks at a farm in the valley.  The farm is both active producing fruits and vegetables, and also has wonderful accommodations for guest in various guest houses.  If you want something different and memorable it is the answer.  As we walked through the canyon the rock features and formations were like art of the Earth.  After the wonderful hike some very weary travelers settled down for the night.  Winky slept outside both nights.  Kadizzle snored indoors with Ken and Rita.

Adventure

Winky met some people down by the boat ramp.  They have a little rental place down by a canyon southeast of here.  Today we take off to explore the canyon.  It will be fun to get away to another part of AZ and hike up a canyon.  Yesterday Kadizzle took Elaine up Oak Flat trail.  Elaine works at the visitor center, but knows very little about the information she is supposed to give out. Slowly Kadizzle has been touring her around to show her where all the features are.

The volunteers are still in limbo and bidding their time.  People who do want to camp here from the public are staying in the parking lot down by the lake.  The Undertaker is down there and a few other people. Well time to start packing.

Deplorables

Kadizzle and volunteer Elaine took a tire ride down to Apache Lake.  When we reached the gate to Burnt Corral there was a beat up class C camper there.   Two teenage looking fellows and one adult male were wandering about in the vicinity.  The oldest male looked like a meth user and the two teenagers did not look much better.  The camper had blankets over the windows, and a three year old ran about randomly in the road.  Elaine felt nervous about the degenerates.  Kadizzle engaged the meth head in conversation and he told Kadizzle about finding a rattlesnake.  After Mr. Meth mentioned the snake he pulled it out of somewhere.  It was a very small rattler, but surprised Kadizzle that it was out and about in the colder weather.  The degenerates were doing a good deed, they were picking up trash.  Strangely they were putting all the trash on the dashboard of the motor home.  The dashboard was covered from side to side with about a foot of trash.  Inside the camper looked like a terrible shambles and there was a large dog in there wandering about.  It looked like some kind of pit bull.  No doubt there were still more people inside the vehicle.  Since the National Forest is shut down because of Trump's insanity the bums could not drive down to the campground by the water.  However, they apparently had walked down and done some recognizance.  According to what they said they knocked on Nick's door.  Nick is the camp host there.  They got no answer.  Kadizzle and Elaine decided to drive down and check on Nick's trailer to make sure the degenerates had not broken in.  It was ok, but it was strange what the meth crew was doing down there.

This will melt any Republican

Explosion of Happiness

Grandpa has two daughters, that each have a daughter.  Sylvie is in the fourth grade.  Sylvie tried out for a part in Mary Poppins.   Her mom called early in the morning to tell us she got the part of Mary Poppins., Sylvie had to wait until after school to find out.  Erin videoed the moment when she told Sylvie.  Sylvie was so excited she exploded into the air and could not quit jumping with joy.  Sylvie and Erin put on the play Hamilton for us the last time we were in Denver.  Sylvie is a natural song and dance girl.  Now we may have to go to Denver just to see the star of Mary Poppins.  It will be fun and win or lose Sylvie will learn a lot. 

A noted day in History.

Jasper Littlebottom, Winky, Mrs. Kadizzle, The Commander, mother of our children, leader of our nation, director of all things important is having her birthday today.  When March comes on the same day Kadizzle has his birthday the Kadizzles will celebrate 43 years of wedded bliss.  Together we have climbed mountains, sailed the ocean,  explored the nation, raised two wonderful daughters, and enjoyed two terrific grand children.  The saga continues.  It all started way back in the hills of West Virginia at West Virginia University.  Mrs. Kadizzle was a renter in Kadizzles mansion in the southwest corner of Pennsylvania.  One thing lead to another, and soon together we spent two summers on Cains run, the equivalent of Camp David for hillbillies.  With no running water, an outhouse, and no electricity Jasper proved she had the mettle to endure a life with Kadizzle.  As the love blossomed marriage seemed inevitable.  Kadizzle needed a job to support little Jasper and took up his old profession as a coal miner in North Dakota.  Now here we sit having known each other for about 45 years.  Jasper is still full of energy, Kadizzle is old, fat,  lazy and stupid, but somehow it works.  Someday Jesus will surely draw us up to Heaven, just as surely as God will rid us of the curse we have for president, but in the meantime we must enjoy life here in the delusion we call America.  Over there the sun is coming up over the mountains, and it will be another day. 

Victory in sewer war

After three days of sewer insanity Kadizzle won.   Someone finally found the mother of all sewer snake machines.  The machine pulled out an amazing clog of roots.  Some sneaky tree had found a nutritious water supply in the sewer. To celebrate we held a party in the bathroom facilities.  Appetizers were served on the toilet seats, the sink was filled with champagne and the band played on.  Not really, but we should have.

So the shut down goes on. Trump proves with every breath he is the most vile, dishonest, childish president in history.  Just cannot wait until someone hammers him.

A rainy day in the desert and it might get pretty boring.  They did finally open up the new store/ restaurant, by the visitor center.  Everything but the dinning area has opened.  So we have a convenience store and bar.  This will be handy after or before work, if we ever work again.

Ignore the warnings

The sewage saga continued yesterday.  After Winky gave a stern warning for Kadizzle not to get anything stuck down the sewer pipe Kadizzle proceeded to do so.  With a stroke of genius, or it may have been stupidity Kadizzle taped two pieces of rod together to ram in the clogged sewer.  Kadizzle taped them together with gorilla tape so they could not come apart.  Well, they did.  So now there is a piece of rod down the sewer where Kadizzle cannot get it.  After using a small camera hooked to the computer and fishing for four hours Kadizzle gave up and sawed the pipe apart.  If stupidity were rain Kadizzle would be very wet.  So it does seem the sewer is mostly open, but now the damn vent pipe has to be repaired.  Anyway it took up most of the day and was a good lesson in " What could possibly go wrong".

So here we sit another day with an insane idiot for president.  We cannot work because the National Forest are shut down.  Do the trees know it?  If there is a fire they might know it.  What a waste of money.  Trump needs to keep the Hoopeheads fired up so he is lying as fast as he can.  How can any normal person not see he is the liar in chief.  Now Trump says that he never said Mexico would pay for the wall.  Even though he wrote it down in a letter to the Washington Post, he claims he never said it. How do the Hoopleheads stick with this man?  It is a cult.  Cult leaders get to say anything.  Cult followers are obligated to believe.

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