What If and Facebook

Once I started using Facebook again I was able to make some old contacts with friends.

Quail in my bird feeder

Some of these contact were family. This allows one to see what others are doing. I even joined a local group that was supposed to be about the Village of Oak Creek and the Sedona area. lots of crystal huggers and worn out hippies. Arizona is also prone to have retired red necks and conspiracy followers. I am not a Trumpter and find Pence non-scientific bias hard to handle. So I pasted a Pence post on the local group and I was met with a hoard of haters.

Javelina 

So I started to delete the hate messages and the senders.

I also joined a Speedway Motorcycle Group that is ran with an old buddy. I put u[ pictures from my old motorcycle blogging and this was kinda fun until some asshole started calling me names. I had no idea who is shit head was and I tried to ignore him but he kept at it. I blocked him but he kept insulting me. I sent a message to the group and he was knocked off and then I send a message to Facebook about the problems.

Striped whip tail

I joined several Arizona based groups about cycling and nature. The mountain biking over fifty kept blocking my posts of my son Dylan riding.

They said it was too commercial. Dropped that group. The local VOC group also went into the trash can because too many post were about the denying of the coronavirus and that wearing mask was devil worship.

My German Shepherd

Been Off Line

My Flat Tire Special

My German Shepherd likes to go out early in the morning when it is still dark. There isn't any daylight savings here in Arizona and when we go out it is very dark unless we have a bright moon.

During the day he is allowed to roam around but not in the dark. There are coyotes here and I often see them by the house and in the County Road. The little Yorkie can not go out as he would be a tasty meal so we always he an eye on him.

Using blogger with a slow internet connection can be problematic as unless the files size is small enough and has been resized the upload takes a day or two. So for now no more pictures. The air outside when we go out is about 25 degrees. I am not to used to that. The little dog stays inside until it warms up. 

My mailing address shows Sedona but main Sedona is about 10 miles away. The Village of Oak Creek is 2 miles away and many prefer to call this place Big Park. As I may have mentioned earlier this is not San Pedro by any means. Since August I have seen the sheriff's car twice here. 

My daughter's house and my smaller ranch house is located about a tenth of a mile from the County Road where the payment ends. It is not uncommon to walk to the mailbox and see someone who is lost having missed the turn on Jacks Canyon Road. Often you will see people out of their cars taking pictures of the buttes and mountains. Out county road is Lee Mountain Road and we are across from the mountain which is 6250 feet high while the house here sits at 4250 feet.

There is one market in the village that has been remodeling since I arrived. This week they had a grand opening and reduced prices through out the store. Some products here are lower than California and some are higher but the sales tax is much lower. Gas is much cheaper here. Might be four gas stations on the highway in the village Circle K sells liquor so you can fill up the gas tank and also get tanked,

I spend a lot of time changing tires on my 29 inch bike. Yesterday I put on a larger tire and a new slime tube. This is goat head country. If you have never seen these little devils you are very lucky. Beside being a pain in the bicycle tire they stick to your shoe bottoms and get carried into the house where they lie waiting for a stocking foot. 

Confused Traveler

The move from San Pedro where my sailboat is to Arizona where my daughter lives started before sunrise as I hoped to miss some of the Los Angeles traffic.

The plan didn't work as I had a hell of time putting my MTB on the overhead rack because all the adjustments were frozen from not using them.

I left the harbor and headed north on the 110 Freeway then Joined the start of the 91 going east.That is when I became confused as I kept thinking I was on the 22. I used to have customers on the 91 and new the route rather well but that was not helping me any.

Traffic was at a standstill and the two dogs were not happy either. Stop and go, stop and go. It wasn't till I was past Riverside that I was able to speed up. Then we needed gas and I hit a Circle K and after buying ice I was greeted by a crappy smell in the car as the little dog got sick. 

Courthouse Butte

The ride was hot and my A/C doesn't work. At the rest stops in Arizona the dogs didn't like the hot pavement and quickly return to the Nissan. When we hit the capital in was rush hour and more stop and go. After we headed north on 17 the traffic stopped.

I stopped at a Big Mac to get directions and smashed the glass on my crap phone.

Lee Mountain

My daughter texted me directions and I took the wrong turn and needed more help. She came and got me and she led me to her place. By then it was dark and they don't have any street lights. So she was my guiding light in her white SUV.

Sunset with Nikon D90 on tripod

Not all the landscapes here are captioned as various names exist'

Raining in Arizona

Made the 504 mile drive from San Pedro to the Village of Oak Creek in Arizona.

The dogs and I live in a ranch house across from my daughter. We are in the mountains at 4250 feet and across from Lee Mountain at 6250.

My German Shepherd loves the place as he can roam around and he loves the creek below the house when it is dry. The rain came through and the creek had water in it but the dog is not fond of it.

I can ride my mountain bike in the creek when it is dry. Always thought of Arizona as being dry, hot desert but here close to Sedona it is not. Warm in the 80 and 90 but not triple digit.

There are several things we don't have here that was common place in San Pedro. My morning is not greeted with dumpster divers or homeless people wandering around the marina parking lot. The streets and bike pathways are not filled with broken glass, roofing nails and beer cans. No graffiti yet. Several bicycle shops in the village.

One problem is the goatheads and flat tires. 

Stay tuned.