This is a picture of Lake Ridge RV Resort in Hillsdale, VA. This was taken after the four inches of snow melted and the 50 mile an hour winds had stopped!
We'll be back again in July. Wonderful place!
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Leaving Virginia and Heading Home
This is a picture of Lake Ridge RV Resort in Hillsdale, VA. This was taken after the four inches of snow melted and the 50 mile an hour winds had stopped!
We'll be back again in July. Wonderful place!
The Somber Side of Travel
The Somber Side of Traveling
We never write about everything we see and experience as we travel. Basically, it would take up too much time and space. On this trip, however, we have been in locations where horrible things have happened.
Blacksburg, Virginia, April 2007
The most recent event was the shootings at Virginia Tech in Blacksburg, VA. We were thirty minutes away. Our early morning TV news started with the first announcement of a shooting. Later in the morning it grew into a horrible story of mayhem.
Our TV was on all day. What were the parents of VT students thinking? What were the parents of the killer thinking?
My anger came to a head during the first news conference setup by the University and the police. I developed an intense dislike for some of the reporters who were asking questions that were legitimate but were asking them with an accusatory tone of voice. That tone speaks volumes. It is always: “Notice me! I am making a name for myself!”
I would have had those individuals ushered out of the room where they could have had some privacy while removing the microphone from their nether regions.
Here was a tragic event and many were turning it into a personal sideshow.
Can these miserable shootings be stopped? I don't think so. But there is one thing that can be done.
As history is written about the event, the name of the killer must be left out. The event should never be remembered by the name of the propagator. He is not worthy of any monument.
Brunswick, Georgia, March 2007
Early in our trip we were made aware of the disappearance of six-year-old Christopher Michael Barrios in Brunswick, Georgia.
We had driven by the neighborhood a few times on our trips into Brunswick. Eventually, the criminals were apprehended. Christopher's body was found in a black plastic garbage bag by the side of the road.
The crime is summed up by the Washington Post (By Russ Bynum, The Associated Press, Thursday, March 22, 2007; 6:54 PM): “Before the child was killed, authorities say, Edenfield and his 58-year-old father molested the boy while Edenfield's 57-year-old mother watched. “
Edenfield was a convicted child molester who had been before a judge just five days previous for violating his parole.
Up until this event I had been against the death penalty. But when this story came out there was no doubt in my mind on how it should end. I was pleased that the state will make a case for death penalty: father, son and mother.
In a way, it is removing the name of the criminal from the list of humanity. The tragic event will and should be remembered only as the Barrios death.
Our trips are not all happy moments.
We never write about everything we see and experience as we travel. Basically, it would take up too much time and space. On this trip, however, we have been in locations where horrible things have happened.
Blacksburg, Virginia, April 2007
The most recent event was the shootings at Virginia Tech in Blacksburg, VA. We were thirty minutes away. Our early morning TV news started with the first announcement of a shooting. Later in the morning it grew into a horrible story of mayhem.
Our TV was on all day. What were the parents of VT students thinking? What were the parents of the killer thinking?
My anger came to a head during the first news conference setup by the University and the police. I developed an intense dislike for some of the reporters who were asking questions that were legitimate but were asking them with an accusatory tone of voice. That tone speaks volumes. It is always: “Notice me! I am making a name for myself!”
I would have had those individuals ushered out of the room where they could have had some privacy while removing the microphone from their nether regions.
Here was a tragic event and many were turning it into a personal sideshow.
Can these miserable shootings be stopped? I don't think so. But there is one thing that can be done.
As history is written about the event, the name of the killer must be left out. The event should never be remembered by the name of the propagator. He is not worthy of any monument.
Brunswick, Georgia, March 2007
Early in our trip we were made aware of the disappearance of six-year-old Christopher Michael Barrios in Brunswick, Georgia.
We had driven by the neighborhood a few times on our trips into Brunswick. Eventually, the criminals were apprehended. Christopher's body was found in a black plastic garbage bag by the side of the road.
The crime is summed up by the Washington Post (By Russ Bynum, The Associated Press, Thursday, March 22, 2007; 6:54 PM): “Before the child was killed, authorities say, Edenfield and his 58-year-old father molested the boy while Edenfield's 57-year-old mother watched. “
Edenfield was a convicted child molester who had been before a judge just five days previous for violating his parole.
Up until this event I had been against the death penalty. But when this story came out there was no doubt in my mind on how it should end. I was pleased that the state will make a case for death penalty: father, son and mother.
In a way, it is removing the name of the criminal from the list of humanity. The tragic event will and should be remembered only as the Barrios death.
Our trips are not all happy moments.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Fishing on the High Seas
Just a reminder: This blog site accompanies letters sent to our fan base as we travel around the country. If you are looking for Britney Spears' updates, you are on the wrong site.
These pictures were taken on our morning of fishing. We started at the Marina on Jekyll Island and went out into the sound. All of our catch was Whiting except for the one stranger. You can figure out what that was.
Click on the pictures for a larger image.
These pictures were taken on our morning of fishing. We started at the Marina on Jekyll Island and went out into the sound. All of our catch was Whiting except for the one stranger. You can figure out what that was.
Click on the pictures for a larger image.
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