Ok, Let’s Get on with Our Main Story: Trouble in Paradise

Corn Island, Nicaragua
June, 1978

Our dream was almost complete

By June, Rainy and I were quickly running out of money. At this point we had been traveling for over 5 years with many adventures, but we had done very little earning. Our dream was almost a reality. We had the beach-front land. We had one house almost finished, and enough materials for 3 more. We had it all. The dream was so close, but we just couldn’t convince ourselves to be happy — together.

Rainy saying farewell to me and Corn Island

So, being a “modern” couple, we divided up the remaining travelers checks. I stayed on in Corn Island, and she walked off down the beach heading out to build a new life in Guatemala. To say that there was “depression” on my part, would be an understatement. I spent days swinging in the hammock, listening to Stevie Nicks on the portable music player, while just staring at all the unfinished work. With my friend and partner now gone, and funds down to about $800, I needed another PLAN. What was I going to do?

All alone

Looking back on that time, drugs played a large part in my decision to take my remaining funds, get on a fishing boat, to cross the Caribbean channel to the port city of Bluefields on the Nicaraguan coast where I would buy a horse! Somehow I imagined that if I only had a horse, I could start making money again. Believe me when I say that it was indeed a better PLAN than any of the others. I buried everything that was valuable to me, deep in the sand. My diaries, photos, diving gear, mandolin, etc. I left Nevada, my other best friend and dog (mind you, for the first time in my life) with a 12 year old boy who had done some work for me. After all I would be back in a few days–wouldn’t I?
As soon as I got off of the boat in Bluefields, a Corn Island friend came running up to me and said, “Hey mon, dey started a war and dey got military guys everywhere. I tink from Cuba. From all ober da place. If’n dey see you, dey gonna shoot you, mon!”

“So, the best laid PLANS of mice and men……!”

Footnote from Wikipedia:
The initial overthrow of the Somoza regime in 1978–79 was a bloody affair, and the Contra War of the 1980s took the lives of tens of thousands of Nicaraguans and was the subject of fierce international debate. During the 1980s, both the FSLN (a leftist collection of political parties) and the Contras (a rightist collection of counter-revolutionary groups) received large amounts of aid from the Cold War superpowers (respectively, the Soviet Union and the United States).

Back Home

Pipe creek, TX

Why have we come home so early? Circumstances just all led this way.
First, as I already said it was hot-hot during the day. The flies, of which there were thousands had now begun to bite.

Kim reading her book in-between bug bites.

All of that we could have put up with, because the mornings and the evenings were glorious, but then as we sat hot and sweaty staring out at the mountains, three cars pulled up in the campsite directly across the way and out popped some very young ladies. Immediately, in unison, they all put on their pointy witches hats. Because of the dry conditions, open fires were not allowed. They must have done their homework, because one of them pulled out a huge propane tank and a portable fireplace. We had begun to expect a pretty rowdy night, and we were mow debating on how to best handle it. Kim suggested that she had brought along her earplugs, and I always had my music player. That’s when 4 cars full of teenagers pulled into the campsite right next to us. “Oh, oh!”, Kim said, and just like that we knew that this trip was indeed done! We packed up and began our 5 hour trip to San Angelo and then 3 hours to home.

There is Kim painting the cave.
And there is Kim again on one of our many walks.

It was a wonderful trip filled with photos and paintings, walks and bike rides. Hey, I need to finish up blogging my life’s story anyway.

There were beautiful views everywhere you looked

2020-10-07 Palo Duro Canyon

So after a couple of days of camping at the bottom of the second largest canyon in North America there are a couple of things that I now know.

It can be terrifically cold in the morning, and it can be blazingly hot in the afternoon. Get your exercise, be it walk, hike or bike ride, in in the morning, and either try to rest in the afternoon, or just take a long air conditioned ride. Another good thing to do is spend a good amount of time at the visitor center. There there are bad movies of the exploits of our ancestors to watch to maybe kill an hour or so. Smart, huh?
But seriously, it is a magical place with beauty every where you look. Wildlife just comes right up to you making it pretty easy to get a good photo of them

Longhorn. That’s Texas wildlife?

Kim and I took a walk to the Lighthouse. Probably the most famous of all walks here. It’s about a6 mile round trip. Not too bad in the morning, but the afternoon heat can make it a lot more challenging.

And of course the dark night sky always makes for some spectacular photography.

It’s a real nice treat to be here.

On Our Way to Palo Duro Canyon

San Angelo State Park


We have started the 9 hour drive to Palo Duro Canyon State Park in northern Texas by stopping at a famous Texas stop sign.

Sharing a socially distanced, but well deserved Blizzard.

We stopped after 4 hours of driving to camp at San Angelo State Park. Not too much to see here but a great place to stretch our legs and have a healthy non-Covid campfire.

Kim catching up on the news.

In the chilly morning air, after a beautiful sunrise, we rest up before the arduous 5 hour drive to Palo Duro.

I think that it is a sign that it is going to be a great trip.
Another sign? A happy wife makes a happy trip!

Hopefully I will have some cell service in the park? If I do I’ll share some of my photos. Hasta la vista, baby!