Welcome back to Saturday's Adventure story. I mentioned last month we planned a trip to the Lucille Ball Desi Arnaz Museum. We made it. Despite every pothole and traffic jam, we arrived unscathed, but for a few jarred nerves. May 14th was our 25th wedding anniversary. In the past, we've taken trips to celebrate, and this year was no exception. Jamestown NY is located in Upstate, NY near Lake Erie. Bonus, I've never seen a Great Lake and looked forward to my first experience with it.
One of the things we love is history. Architectural, American, the things that make us the great country including the bad parts such as war. One of the biggest impacts of our modern American culture is the arts. Especially, the mediums of television and movies. From the beginning these have captivated and touched our imagination and emotions. Humor is subjective. Often inspiring. It eases tension and brings people together if done well. Tasteful, tacky, slap-dash or sophisticated some comedians transcend it all. One of my hero's is Lucille Ball and not only for her talent in front of the cameras. She was a wife, mother, savvy business woman. Strong and unwilling to compromise on what she knew was right for her. Of coarse there were ups and downs. She was human as are we, but can we take a look at this icon of Americana?
The museum opened in 1996, but I didn't read about it until last year. From that time on, it was one of the top trips we planned. I definitely love Lucy, and always watched her show growing up. That said I really didn't know much about her. She had her disappointments and victories. Imagine if she listened to the person who said this to her...
My own story becoming an author is also one of persistence. Since putting fingers to the keyboard my first manuscript nine years ago, Aimhirghin, Kingdom at a Crossroad, is still a work in progress. I struggle to get Felice, Shield-Mates of Dar, in the hands of readers. Recently, I discovered that Rock House Grill could take six months to a year to become available. But like Lucy, I'm not willing to give up. Years ago, I was tested for personality type. The results were task and goal oriented. My editor at Wild Rose Press mentioned early on, I was efficient at getting things back to her. In that way, I'm kind of like Sheldon Cooper of the Big Bang Theory when he can't get the third knock it. Tis a blessing and a curse.
Anyone remember this episode? There was undoubtedly disappointment in most of Lucy's schemes. She and her sidekick Ethel were always cooking up something. Trying to break into show business or make a couple of bucks. Somehow it never seemed to work out for her on the show.
Talking about disappointment, do you recall above when I mentioned never seeing the Great Lakes? Here's the best photo I could get of beautiful Lake Erie...
Could have been a pond for all I could see. The fog was more persistent than I was. We plan to return up to this area soon. I've never seen Niagara Falls either. Life can be full of disappointments. Rejection of query letters is a big one for writers. I just lost a competition for Cover Wars with my book cover, Felice. But, our regular lives can be full of disappointments too. We don't get the raise or promotion. Kids lose the big game. Family members do something to bring you down. Quitting is not an option. I work in a medical office. You know who does the best after getting a terrible diagnosis? I'll tell you. It's those who refuse to give up. Who has the Dory chant now going through their head? "Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming."
I saw a sign the other day. Don't let yesterday take up to much of today. Good words. Sometimes hard to do.
Here's a slide of some pictures I took.
Oh, by-the-way, this was a camping trip after all. Here are some photos of the lovely place and areas nearby we stayed.
This was our set-up and each night we were treated to the sunset through the trees. In the mornings Hali needed her coffee before anyone spoke to her. Okay so I anthropomorphize a bit. Notice the Owlie mug. I loved walking through the mists at Erie State Park. Couldn't you imagine stepping into one of these scenes and entering Middle-Earth?
Pursuit of Happiness
Quote of the month
Failures, repeated failures, are finger posts on the road to achievement. One fails forward toward success. C. S. Lewis
Join me for one Saturday each month sharing photos and stories from my travels and occasional guest posts.
Scenes from Vermont
These pictures are from one of our first long distance trips. Vermont is a beautiful place, and we had a wonderful time with our friends and our RV. Cooking over an open fire, sharing stories and talks, with good people is priceless. My hope is you will join me here to relax and get away for a few minutes. Enjoy some pictures and tales of my life. It's not all balloons and bows, but I promise it will be entertaining.
Peter, my husband, looks forward to an early retirement next year. After a serious fall on ice on Valentine's Day 2018, we dealt with surgery and months of physical therapy. You want to talk about research and inspiration for writing. In my upcoming book Rock House Grill, Aden takes much of the same journey as Peter did.
One of the things we'd always dreamed of, is traveling. Not to beat down on airlines, but we hate to fly. Did we want to commit to a house in Florida for the winter? How would that impact our travel dream? It wasn't hard to come up with a solution. During the warmer months in New Jersey, most of our time is spent out on the patio around a chiminea. It wasn't a far stretch to decide finally on a camper.
Becoming Snowbirds, changed from talking, to action. My dearly beloved of 25 years and I, purchased an RV. It's called a 5th Wheel to be exact. We looked at nearly one-hundred trailers before settling on the one pictured above. After searching far and wide, including several RV shows, our dream rig was hiding close to home. Thanks to Garrick RV in Oak Ridge, NJ, we settled on our Jayco Eagle.
Our rig, 2Hoots, as we call her, has taken some getting used to. She’s a big girl. Forty-one and a half feet long and thirteen-two high. You can’t imagine some of the situations as a new RVer, a person can get into.
The first trip we booked was Cape May, NJ. We wanted to stay closer to home and a familiar area. Beachcombers is a lovely place to stay, but we needed a few things before we arrived. Off to the big box store, it was. Plenty of room to maneuver—not. Saturday + Superstore + Construction = Stuck. By the time we realize the problem, too late, we were in. I looked at Pete. He looked at me. I said, “Bye, going shopping while you figure it out.”
I know, I know. Trust me, he thinks better without me. Of course, I was right. By the time I came out, he had a plan. My job was to block traffic in a Walmart Superstore on a congested Saturday morning. Go ahead and laugh. I can laugh now too.
Once free from the gridlock we’d caused, to the campground full-speed ahead. Now, remember this was our first trip. Poor Pete had to back into the site. Trees and fences on each site made for some tight maneuvering and our first experience with helpful veteran campers. When asked how he did, “We slipped some Spanx on the big girl and slid right in.”
Fast forward to today. We have several trips under our belts. And several planned for this year. Our next is heading to Jamestown, NY and the Lucille Ball Museum. You can check it out on the link below. I hope to bring home some stories and pictures to brighten your day.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes, a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.