The Two Faces of Newburgh

Posted by Sagittarian Seeker on July 18, 2019 in Community, Historical, impediments, Inspiration, Personal Values, Social, Spiritual, Striving, Travel

July 2, 2019, Newburgh , NY-

One of the things I often find myself doing, when going back and forth across the continent, is spending at least a few hours in a town or city that is struggling with a variety of social ills, yet still manages to keep a semblance of what made it tick. Newburgh, in the middle Hudson Valley, is one such place.

I spent last night, and this morning, in Oley, PA, at the home of friends who operate Glick’s Greenhouse. It’s always a pleasure to stop there, with a house full of people and one sometimes grouchy greenhouse dog. When I was about to leave, after breakfast and lunch served up by a budding eight-year-old chef, the proprietor of the Greenhouse showed me some of his nephew’s latest blossoms.

The evening brought me to the Hudson Valley, and Newburgh. I made the choice to focus on the Inner City, thus spending the night at Imperial Motel, which has seen better days, though still home to some of the most regal people on Earth. A wander about the downtown area showed both early 20th and contemporary 21st Century architecture.

The City Courthouse is a busy place. Newburgh is said to be the murder capital of New York State, so it isn’t a place for the distracted or the unwary.

There are plenty of safe havens, though. These two churches signify the legacy, and the promise, that exists in places like Newburgh, and its upriver cousin, Poughkeepsie (more on it, in the next post).

I spent a little time, here and there, along Newburgh’s Riverfront, with plenty of locals celebrating the majesty of the Hudson-and a few signs of decay in spots.

Here is a view of a crossing, from south of Newburgh.

Looks like the boat might need some work.

Nonetheless, there is an enduring charm about the great river and its banks.

From this area of Newburgh’s waterfront, several ferries take people across the Hudson, to Beacon.

I took a walk, from Imperial to a small “spa”, which is another term in the Northeast for a convenience store. The dour South Asian proprietor took no crap from any of the young men who cam in and out, basically trying one scam or another. I got my coffee, treated everyone politely, while walking with confidence and had no trouble. Then again, it was broad daylight. Most trouble here seems to come from domestic disputes, and in a city where too many men have lost hope, that violence comes all too easily.

Up on the bluffs heading out of town, there is a far different ambiance. This Korean-American establishment offers one mindset that is the basis for solving many social ills: “We are one family.”

NEXT: Poughkeepsie, without Popeye Doyle

The Turnstile Island

Posted by Sagittarian Seeker on July 12, 2019 in Historical, Inspiration, Personal Values, Social, Striving, Travel

June 29, 2019, Charleston, SC-

It was a still, warm day, even on the water, as the Noon ferry headed out of Charleston Harbor, towards Fort Sumter. The hundred or so tourists and Park Service staff who were aboard were a far cry from the angry men who stormed Fort Sumter, after firing on the supposedly impregnable island fort, on April 12, 1861- the opening shots of the American Civil War.

The fort was one of those which had been built as a response to the glaring lack of coastal defense, during the War of 1812. Thus, it is ironic that Fort Sumter should have been the symbol of oppression, to many in South Carolina, and that it would change hands three times, during the Civil War’s progression. Built with three stories, to convey the image of indestructible fortress, it was leveled by bombardment and was turned into an earthwork, by Confederate defenders, between 1861-63.

I have had Fort Sumter on my to-go list, since 2007, when we made a family “virtual field trip” journey, for Penny’s University studies. We never made it to Charleston, among other places. Now, though, the scintillating city. and Fort Sumter, were on my blog-topic itinerary..

Here are some scenes of the ferry route and of the Fort. The park’s office and waiting area are adjacent to the South Carolina Aquarium, just north of downtown Charleston.

Whilst waiting for the Noon ferry, I happened upon East Bay Deli, on a row of eateries, three blocks south of the Aquarium. It is a perfect spot for a full line of made-to-order delicatessen foods.

Below is a scene of Castle Pinckney, a small fortress from which Confederate forces harassed Union Naval vessels.

This sand spit is used by Charlestonians as a private beach, and is not part of Fort Sumter.

The first sight we saw, after the Ranger Talk, was of these cannon portholes.

Here is one of the entrances to the lower breastworks.

A full view of the cannon ports faces east.

Sea shells were used to reinforce the mortar, during the fort’s repairs in 1862.

The cannon portholes are sometimes shut

and sometimes open.

The cannon was always at the ready.

The supports of the upper stories still remain, in several parts of the fort.

For the person who has done everything, there is this:

My money still needs to go elsewhere, but there it is. This is one such cannon that has been adopted.

Finally, here is a Howitzer, used by the Confederates, during their defense of the fort, in 1863. The Union forces won that battle and retained control of the island, thereafter.

Fort Sumter reinforced my view of the folly of war, when pursued as a means to safeguard ideology or narrow self-interest. We have far more in common, as human beings, and thankfully have come a fair distance in viewing others in a positive light, since the Nineteenth Century.

NEXT: Raleigh’s Capitol District

Charleston’s Many Colours

Posted by Sagittarian Seeker on July 11, 2019 in Community, Historical, Inspiration, Social, Spiritual, Travel

June 29, 2019, Charleston (SC)-

One of the most attractive features of any town or city is the way in which it displays colour-either in street art, botanic arrays, festivals or architecture. The cultural center of South Carolina has all four.

I came here specifically to visit Fort Sumter, about which more in the next post. What would keep me coming back are two things: The warm reception at the north side’s Not So Hostel and the riot of colour, just about everywhere.

Not So Hostel keeps its promise. Despite one passive-aggressive guest, the place was a serene compound and a fine place to climb to a top bunk and rest the night.

Driving in Charleston can be a bit dicey. Maybe it’s the heat, or maybe the narrow streets, but Charleston’s motorists can be as nasty to one another as any in a much larger city. That is one reason I enjoyed my two walks in the area. First came North Charleston’s Riverfront Park, the former Naval Base, on the banks of the Cooper River. The preserved mansions then served as both residences and administrative quarters.

Artifacts of the Base’s active days are interposed with the flora, which Theodore Roosevelt had reportedly wanted removed, so as to keep the place in fighting trim. The proper ladies of North Charleston had other ideas.

The poignancy of farewells and returns is equally captured, in this sculpture of a Navy family.

There are a few fountains, like this one, interspersed throughout the Charleston area, for people to cool themselves. Those in downtown Charleston had many children doing so.

The Cooper River presented itself as a focal point for a morning’s contemplation.

The gardens have gradually been restored, thanks to North Charleston’s horticultural societies.

I headed downtown, after the Fort Sumter excursion, with the goal of walking to The Battery and back up King Street. Downtown was suitably packed, on this Saturday afternoon. I found quite a few people were interested in seeing St. Philip’s Church, but it was closed.

This is about as close as I got to Rainbow Row.

Along the Battery, houses were meant to provide for the many.

These days, the many take comfort by walking along Charleston Harbor.

The Battery’s gazebo was a haven for one family, in the heat, for nearly twenty minutes. I took this photo, once they moved on to a fountain.

This obelisk is one of several monuments to veterans of the nation’s conflicts. Confederate monuments are among them.

Rainbow Row is emulated, here and there, along King Street.

My last view of downtown Charleston was of Circular Congregational Church, which was founded in 1681 and is still in use.

NEXT: Fort Sumter

The World In Harbour Town

Posted by Sagittarian Seeker on July 8, 2019 in Community, Education, Hiking and Nature, Historical, Inspiration, Social, Travel

June 27-28, 2019, Hilton Head Island-

I made it to Hilton Head Island, if only for a night and the better part of a day. Today was a very full day on the road, with a lunch stop at New Moon Cafe, in far-off Aiken. I will go somewhat out of my way to visit New Moon, because it’s all about the ambiance. Today did not disappoint.

After a lengthy ramble through the Low Country, I spent an hour or so in Beaufort-first looking for the Gullah Geechee Cultural Center, only to find it had moved and was closed by the time I got to the new location. The town’s renewed prosperity is reflected in its Henry C. Chambers Waterfront Park, named for the former mayor, whose passion was revitalizing the dockside area of this port city. Time was, when “America First” advocates would point to Beaufort as a place where people fighting poverty and famine should “turn, first”, during the Africa Famine Relief campaigns of the late 1960’s. That is not the case today. Beaufort is coming back.

The sense of idyll is also found on Hilton Head Island, which I first visited with Penny and Aram, in 2007. On that particular day, torrential rain visited us, in the early morning. I opened the motel door, to find water at the level of the door stoop. Fortunately, no alligators were present-as was the case earlier this year, with some other family members. The property where we stayed in 2007 is now owned by Red Roof Inn. The manager told me that drainage is still an issue for the property. Tonight, though, the skies were clear and the ground dry.

I went over to Hilton Head Diner, where we had had pancakes for breakfast in ’07. This time, I enjoyed dinner-a gourmet burger with waffle fries. I sat at the counter, kibbitzing with one of the waitresses, Kim, and enjoying the tales of an island native named Mark. His grandfather had built the causeway bridge that connects HH with the mainland. After dinner, when I headed to my car, a local woman asked for help, in jump-starting her car. I found her battery had loose, rather poor connectivity. As Mark was a truck driver, I went back to the Diner and asked him for help. He was able to rig a connection to her battery and we got her back on the road, in short order.

I found it necessary to pay admission to one of the staples of a Hilton Head visit: Harbour Town, as the access is controlled by Sea Pines Resort- a golfer’s paradise. I am not a golfer, but I like lighthouses and seaport areas and the day pass was reasonable, so in I went. A light lunch at this relaxing patio bakery-cafe ensued. The place was once the lighthouse keeper’s cottage.

Hanging moss abounds in the Low Country.

Here is Hilton Head Lighthouse, now a gift shop, operated by Sea Pines, which charges admission for those wanting to climb to the top. The woman on the left and her sons in front were willing to be included in the photo, for scale.

After walking around the area for several minutes, I came upon the same family looking at this unique boat. Mystique is constructed almost entirely of teak and mahogany.

Hilton Head, like other parts of the Low Country, was once the domain of Gullah Geechee culture, which used a blend of several West African languages and English, and preserved much of the traditional culture of enslaved Africans in the area. Scant traces of the culture remain on Hilton Head, save Mitchelville, on the northwest corner of the island. There was not much going on in Mitchelville, as I headed towards Penn Center, the first school for freed slave children, after the Civil War. That unique institution is still offering the children of the Sea Islands a solid and complete education, blending practical skills with state-of-the-art technology and consideration of today’s issues.

As for Mitchelville, I do not take photos of people, especially in impoverished areas, without their consent. Penn Center, on St. Helena Island, was much more amenable to a photographic record. It is the subject of the next post.

Staying Independent

Posted by Sagittarian Seeker on July 5, 2019 in children, Community, Family, Historical, Inspiration, Personal Values, Social, Spiritual, Striving

July 4, 2019, Saugus-

I will continue (go back to) my photo blogs, in the next few posts. Jumping ahead to the Fourth of July just seems best, though.

I had a conversation with someone very close to me, during the family gathering at a niece’s home, this afternoon. One thing rings very loud and clear, from this discourse and from other conversations I’ve had, these past few months: Many people are feeling put upon by aggressive individuals and groups, who take a point of view opposite that which they happen to hold. Many individuals and groups ARE resorting to the use of force, when confronted with those taking such opposite viewpoints.

I was raised to hear other people out. My parents, social conservatives, made a great effort to understand even the most seemingly ludicrous viewpoints. I have maintained an open mind, as a result, throughout fifty-six years of adolescence and adulthood. Civil Rights have long been a matter of supreme importance in my life, and that cuts both ways. The Right cannot bully people of colour, of Faiths other than that of the majority in a community, or those living a lifestyle different from that which is conventional. The Left, likewise, cannot deprive people of more traditional bearing, of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Violent behaviour, on either side, is the stuff of fascism (even when the bully calls self “Antifa”)

I am, as it happens, an obstinate soul, when people without authority try to force me to do their bidding. Additionally, I question those who DO exercise authority, as to the ethical basis for their actions. That is what I get from both the Declaration of Independence and the United States Constitution. That is what I get from my Faith.

So, to my family-my elders, siblings and cousins: You all matter, greatly. Your point of view has at least some validity and is worth hearing, and pondering. Our family is large, so there are all points covered, on the political spectrum. I will not plug my ears to any of it, so long as you do not ascribe to a coda of violence or or a policy of defamation against your opposite numbers.

To my children, nieces/nephews, and “grands”- You are, one and all, a great hope; you are people of immense promise and, especially if you are feeling vulnerable, are worthy of all the support and love that we, your elders, can muster. We cannot spare you from life’s ups and downs, but we can point towards the light. This is the very least we can do, in building and safeguarding your own sense of well-being and independence.

Most of the problems we face, when it comes to intolerance and reactive violence, seem to stem from the violent ones acting out of insecurity. In truth, though, i have to ask, “How does a person expressing an alternative point of view, in and of itself, constitute a threat to my well-being?” It may be annoying, but it is not a threat-unless accompanied by force-which then makes it an entirely different matter.

Staying independent means, to me, that one takes the time to carefully examine issues and evaluating a variety of points of view. It also means extending that right to independence to every one else. These are my thoughts as the Sun goes down on another July 4.

The Home Base That Wasn’t

Posted by Sagittarian Seeker on July 2, 2019 in collaborating, Community, Family, Historical, Inspiration, Personal Values, Social, Striving, Travel

June 25, 2019, Tryon, NC-

In the gloom of Spring, 2011, I was casting about in my mind, as to where I might plant myself. At the time, I had one immediate goal: To make my way to New Hampshire and attend the wedding of my sister’s youngest daughter- for whose happiness Penny and I had prayed for several years. Other parts of life were in a state of suspension. Though I worked the rest of the academic year, following Penny’s funeral and Aram’s life was slowly coming together, with the Navy on the horizon, I had ME to get settled.

Several locations presented themselves: I could have relocated somewhere else in the metro Phoenix area, or somewhere else where I had family nearby. Then, there were places with no family in the area. One such place, to which I’d never been and of which I knew nothing, was Tryon.

I happened upon this town, whilst en route from Knoxville to Columbia. It was dinner hour, so at long last, I left the highway and found a space for my car. The place seemed magical.

It had been a fairly good day in Knoxville. The East Side was hardly as intimidating as the earlier news reports had suggested. There were troubled people in the room directly below me, but they kept their troubles to themselves and I had a good night’s rest. A nice lunch, a workout at Planet Fitness and a car servicing at Big O all took place across town, and by early afternoon, I was back on the road. If you’re ever in Knoxville and want a good, quick lunch, I recommend “Best Bagels in Town”- a small place, behind a Walgreen’s, just a couple of blocks north of Big O, at 120 S. Peters Road. I promised the owner I’d send a shout out, so here it is: Best Bagels is true to its name.

Back to Tryon: The downtown is compact, with a well-known equestrian resort a few miles further east. I am more of a cozy downtown type, so while resorts are nice and all, give me a small coffee shop/cafe restaurant, any day. One such place is Huckleberry’s.

One of the recurring themes in my life is how much I want for the younger generations to realize their dreams, to succeed-often in spite of the powers that be “moving the goalposts” and recognizing when a young man or woman gets things right.

Georgia got it right, albeit being rather self-effacing and business-like. The sign that Huckleberry’s owner put on the wall says it best:

Georgia did keep busy, though, greeting, seating and doing half the serving. I’ll say it again and again: We Boomers are in good hands, as we hand off the baton.

Tryon has a thing for bears-and for its claim to fame: Horses. The first sight that greeted me, as I parked was a wooden bear.

Horses adorn a couple of spots along Tryon’s two main streets.

This multi-coloured horse is found near the Post Office.

Any town which claims Nina Simone as a Native Daughter has my fullest admiration. A consortium of artists is working to restore the home of her birth.

I chose Prescott, AZ, of course, as my Home Base-largely because it was familiar and the family had property, for the first 3 years of my time there. I will continue to call Prescott my Home Base, until we see where my little family settles, next year. A place like Tryon would not necessarily be out of the question.

NEXT: Fair Columbia

No Choo Choo In This Gig

Posted by Sagittarian Seeker on July 1, 2019 in Entertainment, Hiking and Nature, Historical, Inspiration, Travel

June 24, 2019, Chattanooga-

I stopped here, “en route” from Crossville to Knoxville, as I have driven on through this fascinating city, several times, on the way to this or that appointment- when going from Atlanta to Nashville or Knoxville. My idea was to visit at least one of Chattanooga’s Big Three: Ruby Falls, Lookout Mountain Summit and Rock City. Ruby Falls got the nod, as it sits off by itself, whereas the other two are closer together. Of course, I could have walked the steps up to the Summit, after the two hours or so spent underground, but the heat was lingering-so, another time. Ruby Falls and Rock City are equally pricey-each is $21.95 for an adult; a package runs $43.50. There is also the “obligatory” photograph, taken before one is allowed into the cave. In the end, one can choose to purchase the photo ($40 per person/group) or, as I did, say “No thank you”.

The cave is privately-owned, thus the entrance fee. It is, though, well worth the time and money, to see the deepest underground waterfall in North America. ( I think VietNam has one that is actually deepest on the planet.) Several tour options are available- I took the Classic Waterfall Tour, with a group of about twenty people. Down we went, 26 floors, via elevator.

Here is some of what we saw, in Leo Lambert’s boyhood playground-which he later named for his wife, Ruby, after exploring professionally with a team of spelunkers.

Leo had to crawl, for seven hours, through places like this, to reach an area where he could actually stand.

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Crystal deposits added a magical sense to his meanderings. (The blue lighting, of course, was added by the family, later.)

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It looks like this stalactite is actually holding up the cave, but it just kept on going downward, until it met the ledge.

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Here is where Mr. Lambert was first able to stand up, after seven hours of crawling. I don’t know as my circulation would allow for that.

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Below is one of the few formations which people are allowed to touch, and even sit.

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The Leaning Tower actually does resemble the landmark in Pisa, though it’s not subject to shifting ground.

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This looks like it came out of a pasta maker.

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Imagine tobacco, drying in the sun.

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This looks like a frozen waterfall, but it’s more mineral deposit.

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The Falls!

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It was for this, that the Lamberts opened the caverns to the public, in 1929- a year when Americans needed all the comfort they could get. So this afternoon, 24 of us stood, 1,120 feet underground, and marveled at what nature has put together. It’s not Niagara, but it’s subterranean.

This is one place that Chattanooga Choo Choo isn’t going. Once off the mountain, though, I took an hour to check out downtown and get some fine ramen, with bubble tea on the side.

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SAMSUNG CAMERA PICTURES Back up to Knoxville it was, afterwards. I had seen a news report about a gas station robbery, on the east side, a day or so ago. I ended up at a motel just down the street from that gas station. No worries, though-people just did their own thing and left me alone, for a comfortable night’s sleep.

Life goes on.

NEXT: The Little Town That Almost Became Home Base

A Few More Reflections

Posted by Sagittarian Seeker on June 30, 2019 in collaborating, Community, Family, Inspiration, Personal Values, Social, Striving

June 24, 2019, Crossville-

I have also had occasion, whilst packing up for the further road, to think about why certain people are more like family to me than others and about just what my role in the scheme of such things actually is.

I am not much for patriarchy-as despite my gathering age, I don’t have all that many of the answers, in my own right. Also, there has never been a time when the women and girls in my life have felt subservient. Groups tend to solve problems, better than do individuals. In order for my various groups to do that, regular communication needs to happen. This little group of three, this weekend, got an aging dachshund through a very uncomfortable bout of the cruds. Greater things require people’s attention, but there is none so heart-rending.

There is,as I alluded in the last post, a lady west of here, who I met on last year’s visit and who I would get to know better, in a heartbeat. There are hundreds, if not thousands of souls I have befriended-if only by electronic means and each means something special-as blood relatives, as surrogate children-and surrogate siblings, and as trusted friends/mentors. My two friends here are high in the sibling category, as well as in the last one. I spend a lot of time thinking about each of you, day and night-which is as much an impetus for my time spent in community work, when at Home Base, and in connecting with so many, when the Road calls.

So, now, I head down to Chattanooga, to see what makes a friend in Wisconsin so enamoured of Ruby Falls- and perhaps check out Rock City, which a couple of friends in the Southeast love.

Reflections By A Small Pond

Posted by Sagittarian Seeker on June 29, 2019 in Assistance, collaborating, distraction issues, impediments, Inner Struggles, Inspiration, Personal Values, Social, Striving

June 24, 2019, Crossville, TN-

I have had a good long while, both in the company of my friends here and when alone, to ponder my relationships, my reactions to things that have come my way and my sense of how the course of civilization is moving.

I am in a steady state right mow, a bit tired, but still lucid. I look at this pond, and see a solid ring of vegetation around it. I see a goodly number of several species of birds. That means the insects, seeds and nuts are prolific. There was a Great Blue Heron that flew by the window, about an hour ago (It’s 8 a.m., CDT). There don’t seem to be any deer around, this year, and only a few coyotes have been spotted.

These things tell me that the land is calling for quiet. My friends can be quite vociferous, inside the house, but are calm and at one with the environment, when outside-other than running a lawnmower, once a week or so. There are runoff issues that need to be addressed-by the wider community. Readers know my position on this: I used no chemical sprays at my Phoenix and Prescott house and refrained from using them when I was maintaining the grounds at the apartment, as well.

I don’t throw noxious substances at my friendships, either. I feel it is best to go with the flow, almost as if I were water. It is also a good idea to put oneself slightly behind others, in terms of meeting needs. This has meant devoting more energy to friendships, which makes some people uncomfortable-“Why are you so concerned about ME?” On the other hand, there are those whose interests in friendship are strictly financial assistance or 24/7 involvement. I feel for such people, but I haven’t that sort of energy, nor do I have unlimited resources.

I have said, recently, that I am single by choice, these past eight years. That’s just where I am, emotionally, psychologically and aesthetically. I won’t apologize for it. Just know that I am more able to do what my spirit guides tell me, in meditation and reflection, without taking on the day-to-day needs of one specific person, or another.

That said, this place could very easily, with the consent of the friends here, be my place of refuge. I would do my share, and then some-but that’s all down the road a piece. There is someone, not that far from here, who could easily be a person of interest to me, so to speak. That would also be a few years hence. My little family’s needs are also, as I keep saying, a major factor.

I have had some vivid and somewhat unsettling dreams of late, which I will describe in a few posts form now, as they have specific contexts. Until then, the road will once again unfold, in a few hours.

NEXT: Where Chattanooga’s Choo Choo Won’t Go

Lighthouse, Shimmering In The Heat

Posted by Sagittarian Seeker on June 25, 2019 in animal and plant life, Entertainment, Hiking and Nature, Inspiration, Personal goals, Social, Spiritual, Striving, Travel

June 18, 2019, Amarillo-

I made it a point to stop here today, for two reasons. One was my old Xanga buddy, Wes, and his ties to the Amarillo that was. The other was Lighthouse Trail, in Palo Duro State Park. I always meet the most delightful people, through both Wes and Palo Duro. Today was no exception.

Texas Tidbits (Wes’ old Xanga moniker) suggested a meet-up at Smokey Joe’s, which I recall as a most delightful spot. The cutest, and toughest, little lady was our server last time. Her co-worker, J, was our gracious and ever-attentive hostess, on this fine afternoon. We sat around for about an hour, while I savoured a Tex-Mex burger, and solved at least some of the issues that plague mankind.

Now, I could sit in the presence of Wes and the ladies, for hours on end, but my hiking legs would not forgive me for such self-indulgence. So, I bid pardner adieu and set off for Palo Duro.

Upon arrival, the lovely and friendly ranger pointed out that many folks had been their before me, snapping up all the campsites. No worries here, though. The main point of my visit was that Light House in the desert, shimmering as it was, in the heat. I brought enough water to fuel a truckload of cattle, and set off on the six-mile round trip.

Capitol Peak and an unnamed “human” figure loom in the near distance, before the trail to Light House Rock veers to the right.

Other magnificent formations grace the way to Light House.

The first close-up view of the Light House formation, came as I reached the crest of the only real ascent of the hike.

Here they are, one at a time.

This shows the actual distance between the two rocks.

As the first rumblings of a storm were heard, I took this last close-up.

Whilst I was doing this, another man was contenting himself with climbing a path to the top of the rock on the left. He spent several minutes there, fortunately getting down, as the skies darkened and racing up the path, to avoid the rain.

As I was walking back, I met a young couple with a dog, and pointed out to them that the storm was getting much closer. They deiced to head back and stayed with me to the parking area. E and M are a delightful pair, reminding me of my son and daughter-in-law. We noted the lushness of the surrounding area, as a sign of the copious rain that the Panhandle has enjoyed this Spring.

We got back to our cars, just as the rain was intensifying. No sooner was everyone safely inside the vehicles, than hail started falling-furiously. Yet, once we got to the park entrance: Voila! The sunshine returned. With no camping site, I drove back to Amarillo, and have a room at Camelot Inn and Suites.

Yes, another good day was had in the desert!

NEXT: When Armies Wear Each Other Out

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