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POST 545: 02/01/12: COLUMBIA, NORTH CAROLINA

2012-02-01T15:33:00.000-08:00

One Week.

Simply unbelievable.

My third visit to the home of Karen and Craig has come and gone in a flash. I am rested. I am contented. I am overwhelmed by kindness.

I, a complete stranger, invited into the home and hearts of Karen, Craig, Noah and Carson. Beyond reason...simply beyond reason.

Please, once again, say HELLO to Craig (on the left), his simpatica wife, Karen, and precious Auggie.

My Room.

Many tranquil hours I have spent in that bed, sleeping like a baby. Nearly as many hours, I have read from my Kindle nestled into that rocking chair.

Memories...so many times in recent months I gazed into en-ending emptiness striving to comprehend that which might wait around the next bend...over the next hill.

Blow my mind...there is always something...someone(s)...waiting for me - no room for doubt...no room for depression. Only the wonder of walking into another's life, sharing, leaving a bit of oneself behind...taking a bit of someone into the future.

Two times I have visited C.L.

Top notch haircut for $6.00. C.L. has been barbering since 1957.

I plan to sit in his barber chair one more time before walking away from Columbia, North Carolina.

Cypress Tree beside the Columbia, North Carolina "River walk" one block from Karen's home.

Pigeon nesting only 4 feet away from the Scuppernong River Board Walk.

Yes, we had a chat.

To the consternation of this fellow standing guard next to her !

I tried to chat with him, but he just stared at me, turned, and walked slowly crouching under concrete (Scuppernong River) bridge beams to disappear into the blackness.

Scuppernong River Bridge, looking West across the shallow waters.

SPIA parked in front of Karen & Craig's home.

My room is behind the upper-left window.

Karen & Craig's graveyard.

Pic is taken next to Karen's SUV sitting in their driveway.

Click click to read the headstone of SARAH SUTTON...died 1830.

This morning, I exchanged emotional "goodbyes" after Noah and Carson went off to school.

I drove back to the Outer Banks, filled my spare propane tank - which was bungied into the new basket -, and drove to the local Nags Head (town) Eye Clinic. Introducing myself as friend of Karen and Craig, I was immediately escorted into an examining room, where I received a through going over for the next two hours...all with no appointment.

Was informed that I needed laser treatments on my previously treated right eye (lens implant 15 years ago), which was done on the spot in less than five minutes;

Also informed that I suffered from Maculate Degeneration, requiring immediate attention. Oh My !

Also informed that on February 10, 2012 (next Friday), surgery would be performed on my second (left) eye to implant a new lens.

Returning to Rodanthe and Avon, checked in with Barbara and Tim. Tim suggested since tomorrow is going to be a gorgeous day, I should help Melinda and A.J. finish painting their railings.

Tracked down Melinda at the Food Pantry...no, says she, we should go help Linda - Linda has considerable Hurricane (September 2011) damage to her home and has been bouncing from friend to friend as her home is not safe to move into -. So, in the morning, will take on yet another homeowner damage repair.

This is the way of folks out here on the Outer Banks...those in need receive help from caring neighbors and friends...sometimes it takes a bit of waiting as there is still so very much damage.

Next week, the Food Pantry / Church second-floor addition will begin...which will be the new home of Melinda and A.J. and their four young-uns. Melinda and A.J. - as well as sister Mandy - lost their homes entirely during Hurricane Irene in September.

I will volunteer myself to assist Pastor Steve in the remodel project.

Yes, I am busy. Yes, this is why I am out here.

It is going to take a humungous effort to coax SPIA to leave.

More corners to round...

More hills to cross.

POST 544: 01/30/12: COMUMBIA, NORTH CAROLINA

2012-01-30T15:11:00.000-08:00

I got chewed out today.

Uncle Babe (Frank) and "Auntie" Elenore made one of the very few phone calls I have received in the last year, demanding to know why I don't write more often (on this blog). Had not talked to them in years before my walk started, but if I miss a couple blog days, they get all bent out of shape...

No, really, these two have been special friends nearly all our lives; heck, Uncle Babe is only a couple years older than me (his Sister, Patricia was only 10 months older than me and Uncle Fred is two your younger than me)...all these relatives have been more like brothers and sisters than Aunts and Uncles.

I treasure our weekly phone calls...and they can chew me out anytime.

Arrived at Karen and Craig's Columbia North Carolina home last Friday. Both are in good spirits, as are Noah and Carson. I have had to beg for something to do around the house and finally I have been assigned some tasks. Am nearly complete with the garden work and under Craig's close supervision, helped install sliding doors in the entry closet. Well, it is a start.

The past three days, I have - after a six week layoff - again hit the road; 10 miles Saturday, 8 miles Sunday, and another 8 miles today, rediscovering long unused leg muscles and finally getting some sinus relief (intense exercise is the ONLY relief I have ever found for my life-long sinus problem).

Took a new route, walking South on SR 94 out of Columbia. Interesting topography in this neck of the woods. Waterways crisscross the low lying land, lying only a foot or two below the roadways.

SR 94 bridge crossing one of the many swamps lining the vast shallow waterways between the mainland and the Outer Banks.

The inevitable dogs try to intimidate me. I usually chat with them as they take a run at me. Taking out my camera usually causes them to put on the brakes. Believe they are confused that I am not afraid of them.

The roadways surrounding Columbia are usually lined with swamps or waterways.

This area happens to be wildlife sanctuary.

Residences are few and far between.

The harsh weather - constant wind with salt-borne moisture laden air takes a toll on all buildings.

Most folks appear to be in constant motion repairing their homes.

On the way to Columbia Friday morning, stopped in Wanchese to install SPIA's new basket. It will carry spare propane and gasoline on my upcoming walk back to the Peace Arch near Vancouver, B.C. (Canada). Have delayed departure from the Outer Banks for another four weeks or so.

My assigned gardening task of installing a rubberized flowerbed liner is nearly complete. Only 20 more feet to prepare a trench and bury the liner.

View through my room's window screen overlooking the Scuppernong River.

A bit clearer view of the Scuppernong River.

US 64 has received a new bridge over the Scuppernong River.

Click click to enlarge the flight of Canadian Geese coming in for a landing on the river.

A small swamp covered over with rust-colored algae.

Ever present waterway lines a field lying fallow during this sunny winter day.

The same waterway trickling under a foot bridge.

Tree farms abound all over the South East. Unusual to see such row alignment.

Turkey Buzzards devouring a road kill rabbit.

Turkey Buzzards are common in every part of the West and South that I have walked.

They have often check me out quite close while walking the deserts of the West.

In a couple days, will return to my painting jobs on the Outer Banks. May take the next couple days off here at Karen's and simply rest, relax, and read. Current read is The Fall Of The Roman Empire. Just completed a detailed book on Tienanmen Square 1989 Massacre ... cannot help but make comparisons to the growing "Occupy" movement sweeping the USA.

POST 543: 01/27/12: WANCHESE - COLUMBIA, NORTH CAROLINA

2012-01-27T15:00:00.000-08:00

Yesterday was an exhausting day at Melinda's home...painting from 8:30 am til 5:00 pm with 30 minutes out for lunch with hubby, A.J.

A.J. and I enjoyed a pizza dinner together (his treat) while Melinda took her group of 13 girls to Cheer Leader practice.

Exhausting in that the outside face of the deck railing stretches a full six feet down, requiring me to reach over the top of the railing to try to paint. I did not succeed. The final 14 inches were beyond my reach, leaving a challenging task to figure how to get paint onto the vertical 1.5 inch slats without getting the deck itself splattered.

My fist barely fits between the slats. Painting will require sight-unseen paint application while lying on my stomach. I may have to remove every 4th slat to stick my head out to see what I am doing.

To keep paint away from the deck face, I have designed and had constructed a thin steel plate which I plan to drive under the edges of the two opposing slats, effectively covering the deck face.

It will be a time consuming uncomfortable effort, but feel I have come up with a reasonable system. We shall see.

and, the wood is rough-cut acting like a sponge soaking up the initial coat. A second coat of paint will definitely be needed.

Oh, such fun.

Today, I am sore and stiff from yesterday's contortions...I did, however, complete the entire third story railing with a first-coat, which consumed 1.5 gallon.

For today, I have driven SPIA to Wanchese (village) on Roanoake Island, where the new fully aluminum welded basket has been installed. It can be removed by loosening four bolts. It looks excellent. It will hold two spare propane tanks plus a small gasoline can. This basket will make it possible to trek across the wide expanses of Montana and North Dakota.

I have determined that it is best to delay departure from the Outer Banks for another four to five weeks, making a new departure date of approximately March 01, 2012. This will still allow for a August 15, 2012 arrival at the Peace Arch South of Vancouver, B.C.

Installation of the basket took about 2 hours. I arrived at Karen & Craig's home about 2:30 pm this afternoon in Columbia, North Carolina. I stopped in at the Food Lion Supermarket in Columbia, picking up some chips and sweets (Craig has a thing for sweets). Today being Friday makes this evening "Chile Nite". Look forward to Karen's chile. Karen is a certified Chef, making her cuisine something special.

My room was ready and waiting for me. A large soft queen four-poster bed; a mirrored desk (on which this update is being written), a dresser and closet. One window looks to the West, offering a panorama of the Scupppernong River with the Sun setting over the distant Appalachian mountains.

SPIA gave me a scare yesterday as the motor temperature pegged out HOT. Turning on the heater full Hot, the temperature came back down. Believe the thermostat spring - probably the original from 1987 - lost it's tension, refusing to open to allow cold radiator water to circulate.
On my drive today, the temperature stayed in the "normal" zone. To be on the safe side, I stopped in at NAPA Auto Parts where I purchased a new thermostat and radiator cap.

The cost of my custom-designed basket - including installation - was $351.00; $50.00 UNDER the estimate...now how often does that happen !

Taking the day off tomorrow. Karen and Connor are travelling to a science project. Craig, Noah and I will be staying close to home.

Will give me time to take some photos and test the new basket.

POST 542:: 01/25/12: OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA

2012-01-25T20:21:00.000-08:00

Since our last blog on January 19, 2012, I have been fully employed - painting and helping out at the Food Pantry.

Yesterday, Pastor Steve and wife Betty returned from their short trip to Florida. The new truck - which I helped paint - performed with perfection, Betty says. Both expressed pleasure at my effort to paint the church Dining/Meeting Room...was a pleasure and for me, fun.

The home of Barbara and Tim is nearly 100% painted inside. Only two rooms remain, both needing a second coat of paint. Tim is tickled pink with my presence. He has been 6 years - mostly working alone - building their new home, all the while living inside the original two rooms.

I must say, Tim is a perfectionist at his work. Look anywhere inside his new home and see only Quality. Tim is, I think, also pleased to have someone to help him...mostly to chat and accompany him on his morning and afternoon 15-minute breaks (which usually extend to 30-45 minutes), which he insists: "...as a life-long Union Man, I am accustomed to my breaks".

Both Paul and Les know my feelings about taking breaks (Hi guys).

One great omission in my prior blogs is that Barbara has created delicious lunches and dinners on the days I painted. I have been welcomed into their family of sons and daughters and grandchildren...most of whom drop in during evening mealtime. Am putting on weight to the point I must put some miles in, or visit the clothing store.

and, today, have started Melinda's painting project...painting the railing of -seems like miles - deck railing and unending outside stairways on their 3-story beachfront home. Put in four hours this afternoon - after assisting the Wednesday Food Pantry -. Upon seeing my progress on the top floor railing, received rave review from Melinda.

Just for the record, I mention that ALL my local work-efforts are "volunteer", taking NO $$ from my bosses.

I am just grateful I have been offered places for SPIA and I to park during our Winter-Over.

Have been on the Outer Banks for nearly three months. Original plans were to rest until the first week of February...that plan is now modified because of unpredictable and intensity of nationwide winter storms. I will stay on the Outer Banks for at least one more month.

Two more offers have been received for SPIA to park - complete with electricity and water - whenever we take the fancy.

Tomorrow, will once again tackle the deck railings. On Friday, its off to pick up SPIAs new front-end basket (for spare propane and gasoline tanks)...then continuing to Karen & Craig in Columbia for a few days.

The word is getting around that this old man knows something about painting...would not be surprised to receive another project or two...still much repair to Outer Banks "rental" homes before the arrival of the high season which begins sometime in April or so.

As an aside, the homes - all within a block or two of either the Atlantic Ocean or Pamlico Sound - rent for $5,000 to $12,000 per WEEK ! A nice piece of change for lucky owners.

POST 541 - 01/19/12: OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA

2012-01-19T19:37:00.000-08:00

Many years ago - seems like a couple life-times ago - riding a Taxi from La Guardia Airport...La Garbage to some...I was reminded by the driver, who, in response to my comment about the nasty recent weather, said, "folks who start a conversation with 'how's the weather' instantly divulge that they really have nothing to say."

Unexpectedly finding the Outer Banks to be cold, wet, and somewhat miserable in winter, I have hesitated - in remembrance of that taxi driver - to say too much about the weather; i.e., the dirth of daily blogs.

For hundreds of days taking hundreds of thousands of steps, I made it my primary mission to post each and every day of my walk.

Arriving in the Outer Banks of North Carolina in late Fall, I found a devastated nearly empty community. Quite frankly, I have been somewhat at a loss for words describing my daily activities...pretty much the same activity each day...Wintering-Over on the way from Florida to the St. Lawrence River...: i.e., have failed to fulfill my daily blog commitment.

Perhaps a big mistake.

If so, I apologize...and will try to do better.

In fact, two new events have entered my daily routine:

1. I have driven - as passenger - to the Northern Outer Banks community of Nags Head to help pick up food items from two local FOOD LION supermarkets supplying Pastor Steve's Salvo (town) Food Bank. I found it fascinating: Both Food Lion stores, upon our arrival (Terry and Me) were met by Department Employees with hotel-like luggage carriers loaded down with boxes of meats, veggies, and pastry items.

Today, I have been asked by Melinda (Pastor Steve's daughter) to once again accompany - this time, Dick - the truck to Food Lion in the morning...normal Friday pickup schedule.

2. Last Monday, Barbara and hubby, Tim, have returned from their recent trip. Barbara phoned me...are you available to help Tim with finishing our new home...? Every day this week, I have donned old grubbers and rubber gloves. Under Tim's expert guidance, I have painted the better part of three rooms, with another three rooms to go.

Except for recently painting the Food Bank/Church Dining/Meeting room, I have not yielded a brush and roller for many a year. Forgot how much I enjoy painting.

When not actually holding a brush or roller, I keep busy scraping the new floor tiles clean or sweeping up. Barbara and I are alike in that when completing a task, our work areas are squeaky clean. Brings back memories of my happy days in the kitchen...when completing meal preparation, not a dirty pan or spoon remained...always have been a "cleaner-upper" as meal preparation progressed.

In spite of my telephone calls to the folks manufacturing SPIA's new front-end carrier, I have received no answer. I am eager to drive to Wachese (town) on Roanoke Island to have the carrier installed. My real concern is that I am eager to once again visit Karen and Craig (and Sons Carson & Noah) in Columbia, North Carolina, which is another 50 miles beyond Wachese.

Karen and Craig have asked me to accept their invitation to consider myself "one of the family", reminding me that the light is always on. Having walked thousands of lonely miles crossing mountains and deserts of America, these two bring tears to my eyes.

I have been sometimes asked...what is the most important moment during my walk...after much thought, I always have come to the same reply...this one!...this moment we two are spending together...there is no moment more precious than the one we are sharing right now.

POST 540 : 01/15/12: OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA

2012-01-15T15:14:00.000-08:00

It has turned quite cold on the Outer Banks, North Carolina.

and, wouldn't you know...SPIA ran out of Propane this evening...moments AFTER the only two Propane Service Stations on Hatteras Island closed for the day...an opportunity to truly test the interior insulation on a below-freezing night.

Been much too cold to muck in SR 12 ditches, and Food Bank attendance has dwindled somewhat since 2012 has rolled around. Friday and today, however, were bonanza days in terms of goodies offered up from the local Food Lion Supermarket(s).

A number of folks today toted off full boxes of miscellaneous meat products...Cornish game hens, steaks, roasts, chickens & turkey specialties, ground round, and of course unlimited wieners. No one went home without a week worth of goodies...all at no cost - except to Pastor Steve, who is still in Florida with wife Betty for another couple weeks. Daughters, Melinda and Mandy are doing a creditable job in their absence.

I have used my spare time continuing to winterize SPIA. The cab-over area has been sealed all around inside and lined with blankets and bubble wrap. It is totally isolated from the main living area...and none too soon as it will be somewhat below freezing tonight...and SPIA with no heat.

I will be toasty snuggled between my three duvets and two body pillows - not to mention my three head pillows. In the morning, we can replenish the Propane. Then, if Barbara & hubby are true to promised schedule, I will begin their painting project. That will keep me occupied for a week or two - with time out to run (drive) to Columbia - with a stop in Wachese to install SPIAs new front-end basket for the ever-important spare Propane bottles -.

One positive element has emerged from running out of Propane...I finally started up the refrigerator using AC electricity - instead of burning up Propane. I have hesitated to use AC as it means more cost to my hosts (HAPPY CLAM). Am looking for an appropriate "thank you" for allowing me to use their carport, drinking water, and hot showers during my winter-over in Rodanthe.

Having time to enjoy reading from my Kindle.....(Edit): Original blog included reference to the story I am now reading...felt it might be a bit too racy, so deleted it. Now 75% finished and, yes, it is racy - in an adolescent funny way, so back in it goes: A fascinating novel of a 13-year old living on the mud flats of Southern Puget Sound - near Olympia, the capital city of Washington State -: "The Highest Tide" by Jim Lynch. Very well written. I am, of course, biased, as the locale is only a few miles from the Stump Ranch where I spent the first nine years of my life. There is nothing more interesting than to read an other's take on a time / place of my own life.

Am looking forward to tomorrow morning. Melinda and her Son - who recently won the State of Virginia - 84 pound class Wrestling Title - will return from the USA Wrestling Championships. We may have a National Champ on our hands.

Stay tuned.

POST 539: OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA

2012-01-11T16:44:00.000-08:00

SPIA and I have been resident in the Outer Banks, North Carolin a for about two months. Arriving in mid November, many hundreds of readers followed along daily. We are now down to less than 100 "followers".

This is not surprising. Dozens of vehicles each day pass by as I muck about in SR 12 ditches, helping recovery from Hurricane IRENE - back in September 2011 -. Not much of interest in that endeavor...passing by a smelly filthy old man displaying elbows and ass h...e...how many ways can one find interesting words about THAT !

...and boring boring must be adventures in the Food Bank...seen one - seen 'em all...not in this case, tho; P. Steve and family are something special.

There MUST be something of on-going interest out here on the Outer Banks in the dead of winter. I keep trying !

Today completed a full year since setting out from the Peace Arch in Blaine, Washington on the 10th anniversary of Cri's death - January 12, 2001 - to circumnavigate the United States on foot. So far as I can discover, we have already walked farther than anyone in history - nearly 12,000 miles - crisscrossing the USA...leaving a "show and tell" trail for all to follow.

Truthfully, I am becoming comfy. Among the misery of those who have lost so much in 2011...here in the Outer Banks and all across America...I have discovered a new and satisfying avocation...helping those with a heck of a lot less than me.

Nonetheless, we - SPIA and I - are only 5 - 6 weeks from heading North to the St. Lawrence river via Burlington, Vermont...then points West back to 360 / 0 degrees; i.e., the Peace Arch.

There is so very much I have not shared as to how come I find myself out here. So many times, I have actually written it into this blog...only to put it on "hold" and then, punch "DELETE".

For now, please allow me to share some more details:

Yesterday, I commandeered some stray Trash Cans along SR 12, into which I stuffed a number of piles of my prior policing trash. Great satisfaction to observe that a number of others have joined me in gathering up many of my "piles" of trash. Since yesterday was a bright sunny day, I attacked another 1/4 mile or so of SR 12, clearing the side of the highway to the border between the villages of Rodanthe and Waves. Only about 2 more miles to go.

I received a "reward" in late afternoon...Jeanette, of Hatteras RV Park in Waves, allowed me to use their washer and dryer...the only ones available for many miles...to do my laundry...Thank you...

A current pic of the Food Bank with "clients" picking up food.

Locals passing through the Food Pantry, selecting items on display and from the freezers - at the far end of the room.

I try not to include recognizable folks in my posting...not that they would object...just a kindness making me feel more comfy.

Someone dropped off a couple large boxes of new and slightly used clothing. At the end of the day, most items had been selected and removed. The remainder went into the trash.

There were some very nice clothing items on display...all at no cost.

Leaving the Peace Arch on March 20, 2010 - nearly two years ago, I have walked nearly 12,000 miles in my five pair of Brooks shoes. I have contacted the factory more than once...speaking at length with a representative...asking if I may have directions where to purchase additional new shoes...

Brooks has not given me the courtesy of a reply !

I must say, however, that each of my five pair of Brooks have at least 2,000 miles of tough walking on them. The only wear is at the toe...where the sharp macadam cuts through the sole as I push off. Two times I have re-surfaced the toes of my five pair of Brooks. Thought it might be interesting to share how I have managed with the repair.

The above photograph shows shoes I purchased - gifted by my Nephew, Danny - in Phoenix, Arizona. The toe is nearly worn thru...the rest of the shoe is virtually like new.

This is the "mate" to the previous photograph. It shows the remnant of the previous patch I applied somewhere in Florida a few months ago.

In Phoenix, Dan actually gifted me two pair. This shoe is from the second pair.

Three heavy duty clamps hold a piece of leather firmly in place on the toe of the shoe.

This is the "mate" to the previous photograph...I applied the "patch" two days ago, taking the clamps off only this morning.

The "patch" is glued in place using J-B Weld two-part epoxy. I mix a small batch in the plastic cap of a water bottle, mix with a mini-screwdriver, and apply to the worn toe.

The clamps hold the glued patch firmly in place for 48 hours.

I have to repair all five pair before continuing our walk. Each repaired shoe is good for about 1,000 miles before the sharp macadam stones wear away the patch...then I must repair it all over again.

I keep wondering why Brooks Shoes refuse to respond to me. I imagine getting 2,000 + miles on a single pair of shoes is a bit uncommon.

Would be nice to have a new pair, but I cannot yet afford them...even if I could find a store which carried them. I have stopped in dozens of shoe stores...they are NOT all that popular...a pity !

In addition to receiving Christmas gifts from my new found friends, Pastor Steve and Karen, here on the Outer Banks, I received a gift box of Biscotti from one of my "old" customers, Martine Berliere. Martine, of Greenport, Long Island, New York (near the Hamptons), manufactures one of the finest Biscotti I have ever tasted.

Many years ago...seems like two lifetimes ago, Cri and I sailed our Beneteau racing / cruising yacht from our Stamford, Connecticut marina East to and through the "Race" of Long Island Sound...hanging a right around Plum Island, thence into Gardiner Bay, East around Shelter Island and thence into the the marina at Greenport.

We backed our yacht, TICINO into the long slip, and were invited by Martine and her (then) husband to visit their business.

Martine had, for over 25 years, been my client...and friend.

Referring to the photograph:

The hard-bottom bag is manufactured in a suburb of Lyon, France...one of my most favorite cities, which I have visited many dozens of times...often, riding the TGV Bullet Train from Paris or Geneva to Lyon.

The ribbon is an "instant bow" ribbon, originally developed and patented by a Swiss company in in the 1920s in the small village of Breitenbach, a few kilometers South of Basel, Switzerland.

Kurt Hagenbuch, owner of the factory, was for many years considered a personal friend...Cri and I trading visits to Breitenbach with Kurt and his wife visiting our home in White Plains, New York.

Martine may be contacted at 631-477-6145 or on the net: biscotteria@optonline.net

It is 9:00 pm at the moment...raining and blowing stink. In the morning, I have opted to clean the outside of all windows of the Food Bank / Church. At 11:00 am, Malinda has scheduled a work party to clean up the "back" of the property...still a bit of a mess from Hurricane IRENE.

Friday is another Food Pantry day.

Looking forward to receiving a call from Wachese (town of) where our new "basket" for the front of SPIA is being manufactured. Plan to drive to Wachese to have it installed...then another 50 miles West to visit Karen and Craig - and the boys - in Columbia.

In a few days, I am volunteered to begin painting the inside of the new home of Barbara and her hubby. Will also help lay fired floor tile throughout the entire home.

I am very grateful for the opportunity to "winter-over" here on the Outer Banks. It will be difficult - emotional - to move on !

POST 538 - -01/08/12: OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA

2012-01-08T17:34:00.000-08:00

Luckily, right foot injury is NOT Shin Splint...only a severely sprained ankle. Much better already today. Have walked on it all day with no pain killer. Quite sore to be certain, but not life threatening.

Today was a day at the Food Bank. Sunday is intended to be an opportunity for folks who attend church services to receive food...locals have, however, discovered the Pantry is open. The food pickup truck usually returns to the Pantry about 10:00 am. Today, it did not arrive until 12:30 pm...in the middle of services.

Disappointing was that only a meager offering was delivered. Two small boxes of frozen meat; two small boxes of bread & pastry; not a single veggie, no fruit, no dry food, no canned food.

I and the driver unloaded and stocked the freezer and shelve. It took only about five minutes to complete the entire job.

The first few folks into the Pantry left with two or three shopping bags full of food...those coming moments later left with next to nothing, as there was not much remaining.

Being a volunteer, I keep my thoughts mainly to myself. It is, however, a bit emotional to see those in need having so little from which to choose.

A number thanked me for my painting effort...a couple asked if I had time to help them with their painting project(s) at home....thank you; and yes !

A few days ago, my Bellingham friend, Sandra, suggested I try Bubble Wrap to add insulation for warmth inside SPIA. Stopped in at a national chain hardware store, where I picked up 12 " x 30 feet at $12.00 . A bit later, stopped in at a much smaller local chain store where I picked up another 30 feet x 12" (identical wrap) for $5.00. Guess it pays to shop around.

While in the shopping center, popped into the local Mexican Restaurant where I enjoyed a lunch plate...which I very much needed. Except for my morning porridge, had been 2.5 days without eating...simply hate to stop working when on a roll; then, am too bushed to be hungry.

Watched the first quarter of the BRONCO - STEELER playoff NFL game. First time seeing Tebow and was duly impressed. Shut off HAPPY CLAM's TV and at 7:30 pm, slipped into SPIA's bed.

...only to snap awake an hour later with a developing left leg cramp from ankle through the back side of my knee, ending at my buttock...a serious ham string cramp.

I have learned while walking that my leg cramp nearly always develops soon after retiring. With careful observation, have connected cramping with too little water drunk during the day. The past three days have been with nearly NO drinking water.

In the past, I would shoot out of bed - or off my chair / couch - stiffen the cramping leg to combat the straining muscle. This only made the pain far worse and often left lingering soreness for two or three days.

So, thought I would share this evening's discovery:

I lay perfectly still. The cramp was developing into a doozie. I did NOT move. I silently spoke to my tightening muscle...OK, I screwed up big time and you are about to punish me. I deserve punishment for not giving you enough water...I am very sorry and will strive to do so in the future.

But, for now, I refuse to fight you....

For the next 10 minutes, I concentrated mentally on my tightening muscle, willing my body to relax...to simply let go. I finally settled on starting with the top of my head and slowly shut down all reflex...moving down to my neck, along my spine, into my leg and finally the offending muscle. The pain INSTANTLY went away.

I lay unmoving for a minute or two; then, tried to apply a bit of movement; WHAM...the muscle stiffened again.

I ALWAYS have a bottle of drinking water at my bedside...have done so for years.

Concentrated another few minutes of mental / physical relaxation; I reached for my water bottle, took a sip...and when I got away with that, drained 1/2 of the bottle.

The spasm did not return.

Most folks probably are way ahead of me in this realm...nearly 80 years old and just learning how to treat my body.

We have much yet to do together, my body and me. Some satisfaction comes from my body's willingness to tolerate my errors and give me another chance.

Thank you.

No employment for me Monday or Tuesday. I want very much to return to Columbia to see Roy and Elva before they return to Madrid on Tuesday. Alas, I cannot make it. Wish them a safe trip home and look forward to our meeting again down the road.

POST 537 - 01/07/12: FOOD BANK

2012-01-07T14:40:00.000-08:00

What an exciting time the last 24 hours have been.

After posting last night's blog, read a bit from Kindle and went to sleep...not long after - about midnight, a LARGE animal jumped from the roof of the Food Pantry onto the top of SPIA with a big "thunk". I flew out of bed...well, I tried to fly out of bed.

My right foot became entangled with my Duvets - have three of them since it has been cold - and twisted my right ankle, damaging the tendons running from the top of my instep to my shin bone...resulting in a classic shin splint...or perhaps a severe sprain.

The critter dug at the metal roof for about 15 minutes, finally giving up by jumping off.

Believe it was just as well I did not confront it !

Finally rolling out of bed at 4:00 am, my right foot would not support me. The outside ankle bone was swollen. It is now 6:00 pm, and the swelling is much more pronounced...cannot even see the ankle bone ! Ouch !

Of course, I spent the entire day completing the painting of the Dining / Meeting Room. For good measure, I also painted the front entry door and door jamb and scrubbed all the remaining doors - there are four all told - and scrubbed and polished the seven windows (glass and framework) and front & back entry door windows.

Looks rather nice if I do say so.

Malinda also asked me to scrub out the freezers - there are two large uprights - that she defrosted yesterday. So, the Food Pantry now has sparkling freezers.

Can you believe...causing so much damage while in bed. It appears that tonight is going to be a challenge to get some rest. Will take some IBUPROFEN...

Also, did not stop to eat again today...must cut that out !

Tomorrow is Sunday...another food delivery for the Food Bank.

POST 536 - 01/06/12: OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA

2012-01-06T18:00:00.000-08:00

Has been quite cold that past 48 hours...down to 19 F. Much too cold to grub out ditches, so did not leave SPIA at all yesterday. Instead, snooped into all boxes, bags, and cupboards to see what was hiding from me. Just like opening presents. Found my long lost telephone book.

Telephoned a few "old" friends. Nice to re establish contact.

Today, Friday, was Food Bank day. Reported in at 8:30 am to do my bit. Was then asked if I would paint the large Dining / Meeting Room. Of course I said yes. It is now 9:00 pm and have worked all day without a break. Have nearly completed the entire room, including taping all woodwork. Have only a bit of "rolling" yet to do.

I am a bit hungry as I did not stop to eat. After 12.5 hours, am not in the mood to cook up something.

Will make up my bed - SPIA is staying overnight at the Food Bank so I can complete the painting before anyone arrives in the morning - and take a trip through dreamland. Always look forward to falling asleep...have much more interesting / exciting time dreaming than ever I do awake.

POST 535 - 01/03/12; OUTER BANK, NORTH CAROLINA

2012-01-03T13:46:00.001-08:00

42 degrees inside SPIA at 6:00 am this morning. Now 5:00 pm with 29 degrees F. outside - before wind chill...with a strong 20 - 30 mph North wind -... with possible snow in the nearby North Carolina hills.

Have added additional insulation around the bathroom door to SPIA living quarters. Discovered a strong cold draft coming from the overhead skylight cover...someone installed a small exhaust fan which is not allowing the cover to close properly. Will fix it in the morning. For now, have insulated the inside door with adhesive foam.

Have run the propane furnace most of the day, easily maintaining 62 degrees inside SPIA. If the winter continues cold...or colder, propane could become a $$ consideration.

Planned departure for the St. Lawrence River is only 4 weeks away. If it remains cold, I may be forced to stay put in Rodanthe for a bit longer.

Tried to do some SR 12 policing, but was simply too cold to continue. This cold snap is projected to be with us for a couple more days.

Bedding folded ready for the road. The tote bag, gifted from friend Les Blackwell, is my "getaway" bag...kinda like an "abandon ship" bag, filled with toiletries, spare clothes, medications, and a bit of water and a bite. So far, it has not been needed.

My two air mattresses can be seen tucked between the hanging blanket and the back of the couch / bed. They remain filled with air all the time, minimizing the "cold" normally associated with air mattresses.

SPIA is furnished with complete service for three (3), including a good assortment of pans and utensils. In actual fact, the two items being washed in the above photograph are my mainstay. Since I am alone, I cook and eat from the medium size camping pan, using the white spoon as stirrer and for eating.

I ration 1/2 gallon of water a day for "domestic" uses - washing, flushing, cleaning, etc. Am practicing conserving water as I intend NOT to use SPIA's 17 gallon fresh water tank through the winter walk across the top of America. This, because of expected freezing temperatures which could damage plastic water pipes and SPIA's new hot water heater.

Temperatures are predicted to reach 18 degrees tonight - before wind chill -, so I am draining the hot water heater within the next few minutes.

SPIA's kitchen with basic implements: Teakettle, pan, and spoon.

The propane stove has four (4) burners plus oven. Have so far not used the oven. Within the last couple weeks, a mouse has pulled insulation onto the oven floor. No sign of a critter, so perhaps he/she has gone someplace else.

Storage for my pan above the sink. Once in a great while, I use a larger pot to cook up some pasta.

POST 534 - 01/01/12: OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA

2012-01-01T14:52:00.000-08:00

First day of 2012 has been sunny warm on the Outer Banks, North Carolina.

The Food Bank / Church crew held an all-night New Years party in the Dining Hall for local teenagers...morning schedules were a bit discombobulated, but must hand it to the sisters Melinda and Mandy for carrying on, including having the Food Bank ready for customers by noon.

I showed up at 8:30 am, as normal, but not hair nor hide of anyone, so I packed it in, drove back to southern Rodanthe, parked SPIA, put on my grubbers, and spent the next 4 hours mucking out trash from alongside Highway SR 12. Must say...it looks real nice !

Spent some time relaxing in HAPPY CLAM watching a series of TV...something I have not done for many a moon.

Temperatures the next couple nights are supposed to dip into the 20's. Just in time, I have completed winterizing SPIA, so should be toasty warm inside...possibly even without the propane furnace running.

The floor now has a quadruple barrier of: linoleum, carpet padding, rubber, & carpet.

The walls have double thickness of fine-woven blankets hanging ceiling to seat cushions.

Entrance door has a beach towel hanging freely - that over wall/floor seams that have been sealed with epoxy & adhesive backed foam.

Another blanket hangs doubled between the drivers cab and the living quarters.

Thought pics of my bedroom might be interesting...

The couch/seat back folds out to form a double bed. The doubled hanging blanket cuts off radiant heat/cold from the outside wall - hanging blankets gifted from Karen Estey, DEJA VU)

Two air mattresses cover the seat cushions - to level them out.

A Duvet serves as bottom sheet over the air mattresses.

Three pillows complete the basic "layout".

Karen's gifted long pillow wraps against the outside and toilet/shower wall - this to keep my feet warm, as I do not like wearing socks while sleeping.

A 6 inch walking space next to the dinette table leads from the "kitchen" to the toilet behind the distant door...which door is kept closed as the toilet area is not winterized.

Months ago I purchased the red / blue long pillow. It now completes the wrap around my "mattress" cutting off all radiant heat/cold from the outside wall. It also keeps my body from leaning against the outside wall, which is the one which came apart a few months ago.

Under the bed is storage area for fresh water tank, electrical cord for AC hookup, and two storage spaces...the entire floor under there is carpeted (original construction carpeting).

My Queen Size Duvet is added as a "Summer" cover. It can be doubled for extra warmth.

Karen also gifted me a "down" Duvet (the tan Comforter), which is King Size, light as a feather, and toasty warm.

It is shown above doubled over for extra warmth.

All my covers fit "loose". I simply cannot sleep with tucked-in blankets which crush my toes.

I often times use one of my three pillows between my knees...don't laugh...it is VERY comfy and keeps my knee bones from poking my leg.

Beach towel hanging over the entrance door.

The blue rubber gloves are extra thick working gloves which I use to grub around in the filthy ditches of Highway SR 12.

A look at SPIA's cabin looking from the kitchen into the rear toilet room.

Mini computer rests on the dinette table to the left.

Wear-ready clothes fill the ice chest to the left.

Reflective walking jacket hangs in the distance.

The toilet skylight is opened a bit for ventilation at night. The toilet room door is also left open a inch or two for the same reason. Otherwise, SPIA is closed up tight as a drum at night.

All things considered, it beats setting up the tent every night on the cold ground.

Yes, I have the tent and complete camping equipment in addition to SPIA...only SAM is no longer with us...I miss her !

POST 533 - 12/31/11: OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA

2011-12-31T12:48:00.000-08:00

HAPPY NEW YEAR - 2012

2011 has been quite a year. In many ways, 2011 has been beyond my wildest imagination. Having dodged 18-wheelers by the thousands; having crossed the Rocky Mountains for the second time; having walked most of America's deserts; having discovered new vastness of our West Coast Rain Forest - continuous from the Straits Of Juan de Fuca to northern California -; having uncovered the recent demise of Lake Tulare...the ancient fresh water lake once (since ca.1890) filling the San Joaquin Valley; having confirmed that the Southern USA from San Diego to Jacksonville is nearly out of water...even the aquifers are nearly dry;

and, having found dozens of new friends from coast to coast to coast (Pacific/Gulf/Atlantic)...

this old body - 77 years in June - has not yet come close to reaching maximum performance.

I had the opportunity to share Christmas and New Years with Karen's family and friends in Columbia, North Carolina. Christmas, we did enjoy together. I felt an obligation to assist the Food Bank of Pastor Steve over New Years...a big mistake, as upon my return, the Food Bank somehow shutdown on Friday and there is apparently no New Years Eve activity planned.

So, today, I worked this morning completing DEJA VU yard clean up and spent an additional four hours policing more of Highway SR 12. It rained a few hours ago, so the roadside was particularly muddy & stinky; I went ahead anyway, grubbing out two blocks of roadside ditches full of every imaginable object. At the moment, I have removed all my muddy clothing, slipped into a warm up suit and decided to complete this blog before enjoying a hot shower in HAPPY CLAM.

Then, I plan to read my Kindle - the HISTORICAL life of Jesus...extraordinarily fascinating...; then, watch a bit of NCAA Bowl Football...even tho, I cannot imagine any game could be more exciting than the ALAMO Bowl December 29, 2011: Baylor 67; Washington 56.

Tomorrow, I plan to assist at the Food Bank in the morning and spend the afternoon picking up trash on Highway SR 12.

I wish everyone a pleasant, peaceful, and enjoyable New Years Eve. I am somewhat uncomfortable about our year 2012, but will personally tackle it with a totally positive attitude and trust we all meet again at this time on December 31, 2012.

POST 532 - 12/29/11; OUTER BANKS - COLUMBIA, NORTH CAROLINA

2011-12-29T15:24:00.001-08:00

I have been very fortunate to be invited to share the Christmas Season with Pastor Steve's family and friends in SALVO, NORTH CAROLINA...and with the family and friends of Karen and Craig in COLUMBIA, NORTH CAROLINA.

As Christmas has come near, the Food Bank has been busy receiving, sorting, stocking and delivering all manner of fresh and frozen foods. Open on Sunday, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, food is made available to EVERYONE with a need...at no cost. Needless to say, the constant rush has kept Pastor Steve's family, Terry, and I - not to mention a number of additional long-time volunteers - busy.

As a special event, Pastor Steve arranged to receive and distribute gifts to young boys and girls...boys and girls who would otherwise not receive gifts this Christmas. The OUTER BANKS has many families who have lost everything - home, vehicles, clothes...just about everything...to the September hurricane.

I was put to work to pack away the hundreds...yes, hundreds...of gifts into the "playroom" beyond the door pictured behind Betty. I was visiting Karen & Family in COLUMBIA when the gifts were distributed.

On December 21, 2011, Pastor Steve's family and friends met in his tiny church where the children put on a rather complex and entertaining Christmas play. They did such a good job that an encore was requested after cookies and drinks.

The meeting room after the Christmas play.

Betty has a pot of coffee brewing most of the time...

Arriving at Karen & Craig's home in COLUMBIA, NORTH CAROLINA...my third visit in two months..., the Sun Room was completed. The front entrance into the Sun Room welcomes guests.

Sons, Carson (left) and Noah ponder the gifts waiting under the tree.

Craig opening his gifts.

Noah flies his remote controlled helicopter to a good vantage point to look on as his Mom, Karen opens one of her gifts.

On Christmas Day, Karen's friends Roy and Elva arrived from MADRID, SPAIN. Roy not too many years ago lived and worked in COLUMBIA, NORTH CAROLINA...Elva is native Spanish, working with the BASQUE community. Should I proceed with my planned walk from EUROPE to BEIJING, CHINA, will certainly spend a bit of time visiting in MADRID.

Roy and I spent many hours in conversation on lots of like-minded subjects.

Have returned to HAPPY CLAM in RODANTHE, where I have continued to fight off a very surprising complex sore throat...fluids have invaded my lungs, giving me a bit of a difficult time. Tonight - Thursday, December 29, 2011, will take a long soak in HOT water, bundle up in Karen's gifted comforter, and watch U of Washington battle Baylor U.

POST 531 - 12/22/11: COLUMBIA, NORTH CAROLINA

2011-12-22T15:15:00.000-08:00

HAPPY HOLIDAY SEASON from COLUMBIA, NORTH CAROLINA...

Visiting Karen and Craig for CHRISTMAS. Son, Noah has guided me through the mysteries of "PhotoBucket" software processing "thousands" of photographs taken from November 1999 thru February 2000 during our 120 day 'round The World Cruise.

Following are selected images of Israel, including JERUSALEM and BETHLEHEM...timely for Christmas 2011:

Young Girl - Old City, JERUSALEM

Approaching ASHDOD Harbor, Israel on our ship, AEGEAN 1, a converted 450 foot automobile Ferry Boat from ATHENS, Greece.

ASHDOD Valley en route up the mountain to JERUSALEM.

White Hills alongside ASHDOD - JERUSALEM Highway.

Relics from the religious battles alongside ASHDOD - JERUSALEM Highway.

Old City JERUSALEM.

Alley in Old City JERUSALEM.

Star Of Bethlehem.

Dome over Star Of Bethlehem.

Roadway to Church Of Nativity, BETHLEHEM.

Church of Nativity, BETHLEHEM.

Entering Church of Nativity, BETHLEHEM.

Manger...Church Of Nativity, BETHLEHEM.

Catholic Sanctuary, Church Of Nativity.

Garden at Catholic Sanctuary, Church of Nativity, BETHLEHEM.

Painting: Church of Nativity, BETHLEHEM with JERUSALEM about one mile North...

Olive Mount...between BETHLEHEM and JERUSALEM.

Wailing Wall - Men's side

Wailing Wall, JERUSALEM..

Men on left side..Women on Right Side.

Golden Dome in above left of image...not shown in this photo.

Female Soldiers - toting machine guns - at Gate of Wailing Wall...

Beginning of The Way Of The Cross.

Way Of The CROSS...

from the Wailing Wall up the hill to the Church of Resurrection.

The entire Way Of The Cross is a narrow Shopping Alley.

JESUS on the Cross, Church of Resurrection, JERUSALEM.

JESUS Taken Down from the Cross.

Tomb Of JESUS, Church Of Resurrection, JERUSALEM.

Dome over JESUS Tomb.

POST 530 - 12/19/11: OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA

2011-12-19T14:46:00.000-08:00

Have modified "Title" line to Blog # and Date...easier to track.

BRrr...it has once again turned cold on the Outer Banks. Winds continue unabated night and day at 25 - 35 mph.

Insulated SPIA floor with a carpet liner mat; also, installed doubled blanket on both inside surface of walls and windows. Should reduce "radiation" of cold through the single-pane windows and non-insulated walls.

Spent Saturday and Sunday at the Food Bank.

Today, cleaned another few hundred feet of trash from Highway SR 12...spending three hours head between knees straddling filthy putrid roadside ditches pulling out cans, bottles, clothing, old papers, and broken lumber/boards.

It goes into reinforced trash bags or into neat piles on the side of the roadway.

The first piles/bags of trash are still sitting along SR 12...this after a month of effort...I may commandeer a couple large trash cans on wheels and go pick up the piles myself.

Then again, the locals are nose to the grindstone still recovering from September Hurricane destruction.

Trash pick-up in the morning. Will complete DEJA VU yard cleanup on Thursday.

DEJA VU contractors are progressing on repairs to the inside of Karen's flooded RODANTHE home. Since I did not return to COLUMBIA, Karen has completed her own painting, which I planned to do.

POST 529 - DAY 330 / 73: SALVO, OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA

2011-12-16T14:56:00.000-08:00

Upon returning last evening from KITTY HAWK, I stopped in at the Food Bank in SALVO, to be informed that many cases of mixed canned foods had been received and would be sorted and displayed on the shelves first thing in the morning.

Arriving at 8:30 am, Betty had already been processing the canned goods for nearly one hour. By the time the food truck arrived with meats, fruits, veggies, pastry, breads and more canned goods for the Friday customers, Betty and I switched from stocking canned goods to unloading the truck.

A number of additional "volunteers" - this Food Bank has been active for years...I am a very late newbie... arrived to unpack and display the food.

It became crowded, so I stepped out and made room for the more experienced folks.

Customers dropped in all day long...the last one about 4:00 pm as the Sun was setting.

Pastor Steve gave me a new project for the rest of the day...cleaning and PAINTING his "new" truck. Using Black Rustoleum paint, I spent the rest of the day painting the entire truck, except for the top portion of the cab. P. Steve and Betty yielded brushes for a good long time too, and by the end of the day, P. Steve had a like-new looking truck.

The painting complete and still an hour or so of daylight remaining, decided to put some more elbow grease into the project by hand-waxing the cab...inside and out.

I must say, the truck looks very nice !

As each day passes, I learn a bit more about the substantial losses the family incurred from Hurricane IRENE. Instead of bellyaching and carrying on with a ..."oh, poor me" attitude, they all pitch in to provide massive amounts of food for those less fortunate.

I just shake my head and ask...what is next ? !

No Food Bank work tomorrow...so, I return to SR 12 policing for a day or so.

Sunday morning, P. Steve drives 100 miles to pick up another load of food for the "after church" crowd. I will be on hand to help the family. I ask: who pays for the truck...who pays for the gas...who pays for the food...

...we know the answer

POST 527 - DAY 328 / 72: KITTY HAWK, NORTH CAROLINA

2011-12-15T14:47:00.000-08:00

Early this morning, drove SPIA North on Highway SR 12 to KITTY HAWK, OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA.

It was a clear sunny day with a few fluffy clouds drifting on the rather strong South West wind.

We first by-passed the Wright Brothers National Park, ending up at WAL-MART where we did some shopping...first visit in over a month.

We then back-tracked South on Highway 158 - runs parallel to SR 12 -, pulling into the National Park. Since I have a "lifetime" Senior Pass for ALL National Parks, we were waved through by the Park Ranger...

* * * 62 years old or older, any US Citizen can purchase for $10.00, a lifetime National Park Pass. Showing this pass upon entering ANY US National Park allows the vehicle AND ALL PASSENGERS to enter the park FREE * * *

The above photograph was taken from the Visitor Center entrance, looking South at the KILL DEVIL HILL from which the Wright Brother's flew and perfected their un-powered gliders. In 1902 the Wright Brothers made over 600 gliding flights from KILL DEVIL HILL, returning to their DAYTON, OHIO home with a fully controllable aircraft.

Inside the Visitor's Center, are replicas of the Wright Brother's Glider and "Flyer"..."Flyer" is the name given to the first powered flight aircraft flown on December 17, 1903 by the Wright Brothers.

A December 14, 1903 first "attempt" ended in a "stall" (the aircraft looses forward momentum and falls back toward Earth). Wilbur Wright, who won the coin toss to fly first, applied too much Elevator (the small wing in front) - in today's aircraft, the Elevator is in the back of the aircraft -, causing the front of the Flyer to rise too quickly resulting in a stall and crash.

Three days later, on December 17, 1903, the Flyer having been repaired, was again ready to try to fly...this time with Orville at the controls.. Taking off into a 27 mph (miles per hour) wind, Orville piloted the Flyer for 12 seconds, landing 120 feet from the end of the guide rail.

The guide rail was used because the ground was soft sand, not allowing wheels to roll. A wheeled dolly straddled a wooden "rail" lying in the sand, supporting the bottom of the aircraft as it rolled down the rail...at the end of the rail, Orville pulled back the Elevator handle...and flew.

Wilbur then took his second attempt to fly. He flew for 12 seconds, reaching 175 feet from the end of the rail.

Orville took the controls and flew for 15 seconds, reaching 200 feet from the rail.

Then, Wilbur flew again...this time for 59 seconds, reaching 852 feet, landing successfully.

A gust of wind caught the Flyer, tipping it over and damaged it beyond repair.

A piece of the original Flyer was carried by Neil Armstrong, the first man to set foot upon the Moon. That piece of Flyer is now on exhibit in the Visitor's Center.

The Hangar for the Flyer. The building to the right is the "bunk house/kitchen".

The National Park has many information stops along the cement walkway allowing visitors to experience the Wright Brother's efforts at the exact spots they actually happened.

The above photograph shows a replica of the guide rail from which the Flyer was launched.

The large stone was the "take off" point. In the distance are four more stones...each marking the spot where the Flyer landed on the four flights of December 17, 1903.

The above photograph was taken as Orville lifted the Flyer into the air for the first time...with Wilbur running alongside, holding the wings level.

Turning around at the take-off Stone, a sidewalk leads South to the KILL DEVIL HILL, on top of which stands a monolith to Orville and Wilbur Wright.

I walked to the top of KILL DEVIL HILL, taking pictures all the way.

Along the walkway stands this photograph and explanation of a glider flight from the top of KILL DEVIL HILL.

The year was 1902.

This photo looks ever so much like the SATURN V about to be launched to the Moon.

As an aside, I participated in the NASA APOLLO Moon program...subject for another day.

Atop the KILL DEVIL HILL stands this monument to Orville and Wilbur Wright.
Looking to the left - West - from the Wright Brother's KILL DEVIL HILL Monument, one sees a modern aircraft parked along side the runway of the KILL DEVIL Village Airport.

Looking to the North from the KILL DEVIL HILL Wright Brother's Monument, one sees the field from which Flyer made aviation history on December 17, 1903....the stones marking the flight path of Flyer are clearly seen at the end of the walkway.

Beyond is the village of KITTY HAWK, OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA, with the Atlantic Ocean in the distance.

I must confess...when I visit places like the Wright Brother's National Memorial Park in KITTY HAWK, I become overcome with emotion...finding it difficult to speak...difficult to comprehend that I am actually standing in such a place of history. My walk has taken me to many such places.... more waiting just up the road.

I am honored to share these moments with you.

POST 527 - DAY 328 / 72: OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA

2011-12-14T13:25:00.001-08:00

As the Holiday Season rolls on, Mother Nature has been kind...cold clear nights, sunny days, allowing completion of the Food Pantry. Overhead lighting is installed and will be energized in a day or two.

Shelving is complete, sanded, varnished, and sanded again. Cleaning products from Disaster Relief Buckets have been stocked on shelves - a few full buckets are held in reserve on the floor awaiting shelve space.

Today is Wednesday...open house for the Food Bank. A big crowd is expected.

One donor left three huge bags of stuffed animals...to be given away free today.

Pastor Steve has negotiated for a "new" truck (above) to fetch food from surrounding supermarkets -

The Food Bank Van was destroyed - along with the homes of Pastor Steve and daughters Melinda and Mandy - by Hurricane IRENE.

Donors still drop off product daily.

Pastor Steve and Terry returned from their early morning food run at 9:00 am. At least 50 people were lined up waiting off-loading and stocking of the shelves...in the mean time, most of the stuffed animals were already sitting on seats of waiting vehicles.

Steve is completing the off-loading

Many folks placed prior orders for meats, fruits and veggies. Betty's fingers were frost-bitten packing frozen meats into boxes and bags according to the written orders...talk about "service"...

Shelves packed to near capacity were half-empty within one hour.

Since the Food Bank is not subsidized by the Government - all activity is from individuals or local businesses -, all items are available from the Food Bank - at NO COST - to any and all who have a need. Those wishing to make a $$ donation may do so.

Records are maintained of large orders for frozen meats...to preclude emptying of the two freezers by a few... everyone, therefore, has an opportunity to take home some meat. Large meat orders are available only once a month to a single individual.

Betty is busy filling frozen meat orders. Shelves of cleaning products are full, with more waiting in buckets for shelf space.

The three cardboard boxes on the table are FULL of fresh fruits and veggies...there was no time to empty, sort, and display these items because of the large number of folks on hand as the truck was unloaded.

There are advertised hours the Food Bank is open...however, if someone stops when the Food Pantry Doors are open, they are not turned away empty handed.

Pastor Steve and Betty have kept me busy from 8:30 am til dark the past few days...P. Steve says it will get much more busy as Christmas approaches. These two are an inspiration...I have yet to see Betty sit or take a break...and they are doing it out of their own resources...all for those less fortunate.

In the past days, even other shelters and pastors have dropped by to pick up boxes of items.

Incredible...just incredible !

The contractors are nearing completion of flood damage repairs to DEJA VU. One more week will see the yard of DEJA VU clean of Hurricane IRENE trash.

This weekend I plan to once again attack Hurricane IRENE Highway SR 12 litter pickup.

Mosquitoes are still out in force. Me? I'm fine...surrounded by such wonderful people, how could I not be?

POST 526 - DAY 325 / 69: OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA

2011-12-11T14:15:00.000-08:00

Winds constant 25 - 35 with higher gusts are resulting in bitter cold from wind chill. Daytime sunny days are comfy until just before sundown...then its Hoodie time again.

SPIA is rent with open seams, loose windows and skylights. Wind finds ways inside. The entire roof/side(s) are now sealed on the outside with thick adhesive-back aluminum tape, as are all windows. Skylights are packed from the inside with thick foam. Even so, the Propane Furnace must be operated intermittently to keep the bite out of the inside air.

Must be careful to leave one skylight cracked open to avoid possible asphyxiation from possible propane leaks.

In the coming week, I plan to line the INSIDE walls with blankets to impede the cold from radiating through windows and side panels - which have NO insulation.

I did not anticipate such cold out here on the Outer Banks. I may have to hang around longer than early February if the temperature continues to drop. The Northern Plains are going to be bitter cold...am trying to dampen the extreme while passing time in the Outer Banks.

Yesterday, I took the day off...stayed inside SPIA reading and resting.

Today, Sunday, reported to the Food Bank at 8:30 am. The Food Truck arrived around 9:00 am, was unloaded with packaged meats, bread, pasta, pastries, and big boxes of loose veggies and fruit set upon the new shelving. I was left alone to sort and display each item. There are no display bins as yet, so I cut down a number of "shopping bags" into containers. It worked rather nicely...giving clients a good look and access to choose items without rummaging through the big boxes of mixed items.

I sat through the Services of Pastor Steve's Church, attended by 21 folks. P. Steve delivers a good sermon...easy to hear and understand...one without theatrics. Daughter Mandy again provided music and song.

The Food Pantry opened after Services. A number of boxes and bags full of food and household cleaning products were toted away.

The recently completed Food Pantry functioned well. Overhead fluorescent lighting is ready to be installed, together with painting of shelving. Plan to help P. Steve - and perhaps Terry - in that project tomorrow. A few siding gaps remain to be filled in the "eves". A bit of caulking is yet to be completed.

I have learned that FEMA helped with $$ for replacement of "contents" damaged by Hurricane IRENE. Structural repairs, however, appear to be the responsibility of homeowners. Some folks did not have "flood" damage insurance and must pay for repair. A number of uninsured homes have apparently been DESTROYED by IRENE.

Garbage collection happens again Tuesday morning, after which I will once again fill the four trash cans with DEJA VU Hurricane trash...one more week should finish it off. The contractors started repairing flood damage to the inside of DEJA VU. The entire lower level was flooded. Inside wall paneling, insulation, flooring and electrical must be ripped out and replaced.

I will make it my project to move a set of bunk beds and a Daveno bed to the upstairs - if I can manage to get it up the narrow stairway -, so the contractors can do their thing efficiently.

After that, I plan to return to COLUMBIA to help Karen and Craig with painting of their flood damaged home.

Somewhere in between all else, I will resume walking and blogging the Northern Outer Banks and close-by mainland villages.

I am also letting it be known that I am available to help local home-owners and businesses with any tasks they may have to recover from Hurricane IRENE damage.

It is now 6:00 pm. SPIA's furnace is cycling every 15 minutes or so...turned down to 60 degrees, and I am hungry...may whip up some pasta for din din, read for a while, and slip into the snug down comforter gifted by Karen.

POST 525 - DAY 323 / 67: OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA

2011-12-09T12:53:00.000-08:00

Betty and daughter, Melinda, stock the new shelves of the Food Pantry.

Terry puts finishing touches on the side paneling of the Food Pantry. Pastor Steve supervises from his chair on the background stair landing.

Last night the Cold Front passed though the Outer Banks leaving a bright sunny morning. The Garbage Trucks were late this morning, which also made me late in arriving at the Food Bank. After emptying the four Trash Bins, I filled them back up again from Hurricane trash piled up in the yard of DEJA VU. One more week should clean it all up.

Today, Terry and I - under the supervision of P. Steve - put the final paneling and hung the doors to the Food Pantry, which is now ready for business. Not being current in carpenter craftsmanship - I have rebuilt three or four of my own homes in past years with no help...and with good results - Terry did all the cutting and fitting. For the most part, I played the part of the Gofer...go for this...go for that...hold this...find that. For two days, Terry has put up with me, giving me biblical lessons suiting each of my short-comings.

Tomorrow, I will finish caulking the panel seams of the Food Pantry and help put in stock...then, my immediate assignments will be complete....Oh, except for hanging the bathroom towel rack !

A number of folks...mostly friends of P. Steve and Betty, arrived mid-morning. They worked without apparent guidance - obviously they have been doing this for some time -, moving product from storage and stocking the new shelving of the Food Pantry.

I have not queried P. Steve or Betty about their past activities with the Food Bank and Church, but I have gathered the following:

P. Steve receives - takes - no salary. He finances ALL of the activities, including PURCHASING goods for the Food Bank, from his Social Security. Being somewhat hindered by a continuing affliction of Polio, P. Steve needs - and receives lots of volunteer help. He has offered me $$ for my help, which I have graciously refused...as do most volunteers I have worked along side.

The Outer Banks are not what would be called living high on the hog. The folks out on the islands work very hard, depending on Summer tourism for their income. Hurricane IRENE devastated many businesses and homes - most homes are "rentals" bringing in $$ during the tourist season.

Today, two or three families visited the Food Bank, leaving with bags and boxes of food, clothing, and cleaning essentials. In two cases I spoke with, they were returning after evacuating their homes before IRENE, only to find their homes in shambles. Pastor Steve's Food Bank is serving a critical element for Island folks to get back on their feet.

The Food Bank charges NO $$ for any items taken. A "contribution" may be left, but is not expected and is low key.

As already stated, Pastor Steve purchases most of the foods - at discount - from local supermarkets and receives "donations" of food, clothing, and essential cleaning materials from locals. From time to time, a larger donation of $$ is received.

The building materials we have been using for construction of the Food Pantry and other buildings is also purchased by P. Steve.

Betty and Melinda served a casserole of Lasagna for lunch today for the volunteers. In past days, we have enjoyed a variety of good lunches...all offered at no charge.

Having walked many thousand miles across America, visiting many Churches and having discussions with Church leaders, I am more than overwhelmed at the effort(s) and dedication of Pastor Steve, Betty, and their family to help any and all who stop at their tiny Church and Food Bank.

I watched and listened today to Pastor Steve as he personally helped one family choose items from the Food Bank. P. Steve showed each item available and queried his visitors regarding the usefulness of that item. He then carried their filled boxes and bags to their car and urged them to return for anything - at any time - they may have forgotten.

I can honestly say that I had no idea such people as Pastor Steve, Betty, and their family existed.

I am truly humbled to be a small part of their efforts.

POST 524 - DAY 322 / 66: OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA

2011-12-08T15:06:00.000-08:00

Since returning from COLUMBIA, NORTH CAROLINA on Monday, December 05, 2011, I have been keeping my nose to the grindstone working daily for the Food Bank in SALVO, NORTH CAROLINA.

Also, been working on DEJA VU clean up. Tomorrow morning the Garbage Collectors come again. Will fill the four trash cans with more Hurricane IRMA trash...then head back to the Food Bank.

The new storage / distribution building is 90 percent complete. Tomorrow, we should finish it up. I have been assigned a few in-house tasks. In the next few days, Pastor Steve plans to begin work on the new second floor living quarters for Daughter Melinda, husband, and four children. I expect I will offer to help in that construction.

Yesterday, Karen and Craig (COLUMBIA / DEJA VU), surprised me with an impromptu visit while working at the Food Bank. Will return to COLUMBIA next week to paint the inside of their flood-water damaged home for a few days.

Needless to say, am keeping busy...and getting a different kind of exercise from walking. Returning to HAPPY CLAM each evening, I am quite tired and climb into my new feathers - Karen's gifted down comforter - by 8:00 pm.

When traveling to / from COLUMBIA next week, will take a new road which will give the opportunity to visit new towns...which will, of course, be included in our blog.

POST 523 - DAY 317 - 319 / 61 - 63: OUTER BANKS - COLUMBIA - OUTER BANKS, N.C.

2011-12-05T13:13:00.000-08:00

Christmas Tree in Karen & Craig's home in COLUMBIA, NORTH CAROLINA.

The OUTER BANKS are about 20 miles from the mainland, separated by a number of large "Sounds". At the South End of the OUTER BANKS, one travels by Ferry Boat. At the Central and North end of the OUTER BANKS, one crosses the wide shallow Sounds on one of a half dozen bridges and causeways.

Here and there is a still used portion of Old US 64.

The Causeway / Bridge over the ROANOKE SOUND approaching ROANOKE Island on US 64.

Leaving ROANOKE ISLAND on Business US 64, a sweeping causeway crosses the ALLIGATOR RIVER...which happens to be a portion of the INTER COASTAL WATERWAY...that inland water way which extends from Texas in the South to NEW YORK HARBOR in the North.

Another view of crossing the ALLIGATOR RIVER, heading for COLUMBIA.

The Post Office at MANN"S HARBOR, on the mainland at the Western end of the above causeway.

Last Friday, December 02, 2011, was garbage pickup day. I waited for the garbage trucks to empty the four trash barrels full of IRENE trash...then I refilled all four and set them out for next Tuesday pick-up.

Drove to the Food Bank to see if there was any tasks for me...Nope ! So, I drove SPIA North on SR 12 to NAGS HEAD on the OUTER BANKS, then turned left onto US 64, following it across the various Sounds and ROANOKE Island to the home of Karen and Craig in COLUMBIA, North Carolina, where I spent 3 nights and days being spoiled rotten.

A Waterfront home behind the MANN'S HARBOR Post Office.

The canal bordering US 64. On Saturday, I took an early morning walk back East along US 64. There are many Black Bears running around the mainland and islands along US 64. My poor luck is still with me...still not a single- large - wild animal or snake have I seen on my entire walk since leaving the Canadian Border on January 12, 2011.

Main Street COLUMBIA on Friday Night.

Friday night was the Lighted Boat Parade on the SCUPPERNONG RIVER. I took many photographs...not a single image turned out...must practice night photography.

COLUMBIA MARINA ... SCUPPERNONG RIVER is behind the camera. The lighted figures decorate the River Park where Main Street begins.

Home Made Christmas decorations were on sale Saturday Afternoon just before the Christmas Parade rolled down Main Street.

Christmas Parade Day...Saturday, December 03, 2011, COLUMBIA, NORTH CAROLINA.

The Color Guard.

COLUMBIA HIGH SCHOOL Marching Band...Son Carson plays in this group.

I have an excellent video...I hope it will up-load.

Veterans Float.

Visiting High School Marching Band.

On Sunday, Karen drove Carson and I to the SOMERSET PLANTATION, about 13 miles South West of COLUMBIA.

Slave Quarters.

Plantation Owner's (Collins Family) Home.

Traditional seasonal decorations on the buildings.

Karen is peeking through the window.

We arrived a bit late for the "Open House", but Karen was a good guide.

Karen and Son, Carson.

Slave Overseer's Home...reconstruction.

One of three live animals we encountered...there was a second Goat and a friendly Kitty Cat.

Looking into the far distance, the North border of the Plantation is visible.

Last evening, COLUMBIA HIGH SCHOOL held a Christmas Music Program in the Auditorium. Both Noah (Trumpet) and Carson (Drums) played in the Orchestra.

In addition to the Orchestra, small ensembles of individual grades played and the High School Choir performed. The program lasted well over one hour and was very pleasant to see and hear.

I took a number of photographs...just like with the Lighted Boat Parade, not a single image turned out

In the next week or so, Karen has asked me to return to help paint the inside of their home. It was flooded during Hurricane IRENE. It is about 90 percent reconditioned, but painting and some flooring is yet to be completed.

Truth be known, I would like very much to simply hang out with these wonderful folks in COLUMBIA. Three weeks ago we were total strangers. It will be difficult to come to terms with myself when I once again walk North.

For now, I have returned to RODANTHE, OUTER BANKS, where in the morning, I will throw myself into finishing the policing of SR 12 from RODANTHE, thru WAVE, and SALVO. I will also complete cleanup of the yard and some inside-the-house cleanup of DEJA VU, and continue to help Pastor Steve's Food Bank in SALVO.

Karen has gifted me a king-size down comforter and a "tube" pillow to help keep me warm...also gives me something to Hug... in the long cooling nights on the OUTER BANKS

POST 522 - DAY 316 / 60: OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA

2011-12-01T16:55:00.000-08:00

Today was a "tween" day.

Too cold to grub around in roadside ditches.

Trash cans of DEJA VU and HAPPY CLAM already full to the brim with IRENE's anger.

No invite to the public to pick up free food at the Food Bank.

So, SPIA received my attention.

Drove to the HATTERAS RV Park in RODANTHE, where I was "gifted" a brown-water dump. Normally, a dump is $5.00...thank you ever so much.

Drove to the Convenience Store...filled SPIA's gas tank for tomorrow's drive to COLUMBIA (Karen & Craig home)...filled SPIA's Propane Tank...good thing too, as only 1/2 pound remained in my 30 pound tank.

Then, drove uninvited to the Food Bank. No one was up and about, so, parked SPIA and started cleaning up the Food Pantry...left in a bit of a shambles after yesterday's Public Open House.

Two large boxes of like-new clothing had been donated in the past few days. Some folks rummaged through the many offerings, again leaving the display table looking like Sears & Roebuck after Black Friday.

I carefully sorted out jackets/coats, hoodies, shirts, pants, dresses, and lots of "T's". I then neatly folded each piece, stacking like garments on the beautifully finished Dining Room Table Set offered by Melinda.

Still, no sign of life from inside; so, I tried the door...it was open. Pastor Steve I found at his computer. Got a few hours with no bookings...have you something for me to do ?

Boy, do I...Good Morning Bruce...as P. Steve led me out the front door and around back where a couple days ago I helped Dave putting up a new board fence. Posts were all in place, awaiting the cross beams and side boards.

The next two hours, I completed the fence, interrupted by Betty bringing me a ham and cheese sandwich and a bottle of water. Don't let the cats get your sandwich...as Betty walked away. I sat on a downed tree trunk and started eating my sandwich. Cautiously, 5 feral cats approached to within 15 feet, sat, and watched as I took bite after bite.

Often have I mentioned that having something - anything - is of little value to me until it is shared. I carefully pinched small pieces of ham and tossed one to each kitty cat. Before my sandwich was finished, all 5 were sitting at my feet...whispering "meewwwuus" begging for another taste.

The morning's cold dissipated into a warm afternoon...my chores completed...I undertook to tape SPIA's windows, through which cold and some moisture was seeping during downpours.

Again, everyone at the Food Bank had disappeared, so I cranked up SPIA and drove back home to HAPPY CLAM, cleaned myself up, had a bite, made my bed for the night - even though it was only 4:30 pm, crawled in and snapped on Kindle...reading "Luciano's Luck"...where ...

Lucky Luciano is currently in SICILY, ITALY, assisting "Ike" and General Patton by bringing the Mafia Family into action to clear the way through the Italian and German Armies. Of course, that is all Fiction. Lucky L. has denied having any part in such antics. History tells a different story.

Lucky L. died in 1962 while walking into the Terminal at CAPODICHINO AIRPORT in NAPLES, ITALY...at the time, I was informed he was gunned down by Italian Police. History says he died of Heart Failure -

and, so it goes.

Now I walk the by-ways of America...meeting exciting new people, many of whom I count as my friends.

Looking forward to tomorrow evening...Karen makes a killer Chili.

POST 521 - DAY 315 / 59: SALVO, OUTER BANKS, N.C.

2011-11-30T14:31:00.000-08:00

OUTER BANKS weather has once again turned cold. Using a caulking gun and adhesive backed THICK aluminum,\ tape, I have made SPIA about as weather tight as can be. The overhead skylights have been sealed off with thick foam. Will Velcro micro-fiber blankets to the inside walls / windows to finish off my efforts to stop all drafts...leaving cross ventilating sliding windows accessible.

Reported to the Food Bank at the 8:30 am appointed hour. No one being up and about, I set into cleaning the front entrance and the Food Pantry in preparation of displaying food items...as well as furniture and clothing...for today's customers.

Both Storage Sheds were opened, disgorging bedroom sets, tables & chairs, small kitchen appliances, and cleaning materials.

Food Pantry Tables were loaded by the many volunteers.

Kitty Cat supervising.

Shopping Bags and boxes were provided for customers to fill with their selections.

Betty was busy handing out frozen foods from the two freezers.

Please say HELLO to Betty.

...with Daughter, Melinda's help..

Please say HELLO to Melinda.

An initial rush slowed after a while...the Food Pantry remained open - unsupervised - all day.

There were many choices.

The Food Bank repeats offerings every Sunday, Wednesday, and Friday.

As it was bitter cold this morning, I did not police SR 12.

I took the opportunity to use the Food Bank ladder to reach the top of SPIA. The caulking between Side Panels and the Roof had dried and cracked, letting rain water and night time condensation seep in. Using adhesive backed aluminum tape, I sealed all edge connections and hand rail mountings. May not look so great, but should stop further leaks.

Completed "The Angry Hills"...was a good Historical Novel. Now into "Luciano's Luck"...a story of particular interest to me. Living in NAPLES, ITALY from 1957 thru 1960, I lived across the street from Lucky Luciano.

POST 520 - DAY 314 / 58: OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA

2011-11-29T15:08:00.000-08:00

Today was a "drizzly" day...in the Pacific Northwest, we would call today's OUTER BANKS rain "liquid sunshine".

At daybreak, the garbage collectors rumbled up and down the local streets, emptying - mostly - the trash cans. There was a stiff breeze blowing, causing loose papers in the top of the trash cans to blow away across the neighborhood as the cans were rotated by the automatic truck lifting system into the truck bin.

Much of my previous hard fought policing was destroyed in seconds...SR 12 is once again beset by papers flying about.

At daybreak, before the "collectors" arrived, I walked South on SR 12 for 3/4 mile and proceeded to police a rather wide area of litter. The heavy equipment had removed the majority of trash, but they left behind a mud filled field littered with trash...plastic, paper, metal, and distorted lumber. I spent over 2 hours putting all that "stuff" into my plastic bags or piling it neatly for easy pick-up.

It started raining rather hard, so I put on my poncho...in the process, unbeknown to me, my cell phone fell out of my pocket. An hour later, walking back "home", I first noticed it was missing. I walked back to my work area(s) and scoured the mud for another half hour...alas, no cell phone.

I quickly walked back to SPIA, exchanged my "work clothes" for walking duds, and drove SPIA back to the morning work area. For the next 30 minutes, I searched in a "grid" pattern, the entire area I had worked in. At the very Southern end of my work zone, there it was...my cell phone lying half covered in mud...having been rained upon for over an hour.

I picked it up. It was turned off. I clicked the "start" button. It booted. I blew and blew the key pad which was drenched in water. The phone booted all the way up. I selected my Sister, Carol's number...we chatted for a half hour. Cell phone is as new. Carol has a Neurologist appointment this afternoon - to check her Parkinson's status...no news yet - is now 5:30 pm, local.

Pleased as punch to find my cell in operational condition, I stopped at DEJA VU and HAPPY CLAM, which had empty trash bins. I filled up all four bins for Friday's garbage collection, took a hot shower, and promptly napped for 3 hours.

Arising, had a bite and drove SPIA to the Food Bank in SALVO.

Pastor Steve and Betty cancelled their going away trip, so I was invited to spend the rest of the afternoon helping install accessories - curtain rods, bathroom fixtures, etc in the newly renovated living quarters. It was well after dark when I finally drove back to HAPPY CLAM.

In the morning, I will again do some SR 12 policing. At 8:30 am, I have been invited to return to the Food Bank to help set up for the offerings to the Public. It will be my first experience, so am looking forward to participating.

In the meantime, am finally using my new Kindle, which I purchased before leaving BELLINGHAM, WASHINGTON on January 12. 2011. Am currently well into WAR AND PEACE, and flying through THE ANGRY HILLS by Leon Uris.

POST 519 - DAY 313 / 57: FOOD BANK, SALVO, OUTER BANKS, N.C.

2011-11-28T13:01:00.000-08:00

8:30 am yesterday morning, I reported for work at SALVO Food Bank. I was met by Pastor Steve as I backed SPIA into a spot out of the way of the parking lot.

Ready for a cup of coffee, asked P. Steve...You bet, I replied, following into the private quarters still being built in the back of the building. Coffee was served together with a plate of French Toast by Betty, P. Steve's wife.

Betty met me a few days ago when I first walked into the Food Bank. I have spent two entire days working along side the family...not once have I seen Betty take a break or sit down. Betty is every where, at every conceivable task, including waiting on everyone from a glass of water to a turkey dinner.

Working along side Betty cleaning and stocking the Food Pantry for today's customers, I missed half of Pastor Steve's Service.

Daughters Melinda and Mandy (with guitar) provided music; P. Steve, afflicted with Polio, looked on from his wheel chair.

Pastor Steve delivered a low key sermon "Old Time Religion" bringing chuckles from his small congregation.

Please say HELLO to Pastor Steve.

Next week, daughter Melinda, will provide Food Bank leadership and Services in the absence of Betty and P. Steve.
From across SR 12, SALVO Food Bank hosts Sunday services to 12 vehicles of visitors.

In addition to daily "drop off" donations, a local Supermarket donates food including hot Chickens, pastries, desserts, and canned goods three times a week: Sunday attended primarily - but not exclusively - by the Congregation. Wednesday and Friday mornings, the Public is invited to the Food Bank. Formal hours are from 10:00 am "til the last person leaves. In actual fact, folks can stop by anytime someone is on hand to open up the Food Pantry.

The Food Pantry.

In a locked cupboard are two freezers filled with frozen meats and prepared foods. Veggies, hot dishes, and packaged / canned goods are taken as desired from stocked shelves, table tops, and yes, even from the bed of the delivery truck.

Everyone helps themselves to fill their own needs.

Some folks were waiting in their cars for the Food Bank to open, which out of consideration to all, was closed until Sunday Services were over.

I must add...P. Steve built the Food Bank Distribution Shed(s), two of which are locked up at night. Next week, P. Steve starts work on a second floor living area for daughter Melinda, Husband, AJ, and their four children. In addition to being Betty"s Right Hand Madam, Melinda leads the youth group, and conducts many of the Church Services. She will start Seminary School shortly.

Selecting from the Food Bank...one Cuke at a time.

Please say HELLO - again - to Dean. We met Dean on Post 499 as he headed to the beach, surf board under arm.

The recently renovated Dining Hall. It was under 3 feet of water during Hurricane IRENE.

On my first night of volunteering my help, I enjoyed sharing the Family after-Thanksgiving dinner at these tables.

After four days of evading me, the local stray kitty cat has finally made friends with me.

Today is Monday, November 28, 2011. Early on, I cleaned another few blocks of SR 12. I must admit to extreme fatigue from all the bending and lifting trash. After 2.5 hours, I walked back to HAPPY CLAM, loaded a fourth Trash Can with IRENE "stuff" form DEJA VU, washed up, ...then fell into bed where I slept soundly for nearly four hours.

Tomorrow, the Garbage Collector empties the trash cans. Will refill them with IRENE's trash from HAPPY CLAM and DEJA VU...then Police a few more blocks of SR 12.

On Wednesday, will help Melinda with the "Public" Food Bank distribution.

On Friday, have accepted Karen's invitation to visit the family COLUMBIA home for the weekend.

POST 518.1 - DAY 312 / 55: LYMPHATIC SYSTEM / IMMUNE SYSTEM

2011-11-26T22:15:00.000-08:00

Before continuing, I must emphasize that I am not a Doctor and have no special training in medicine or the body. I have, however, learned a few things during Christiane's (my wife) fight against Cancer that I am convinced are not only desirable for immunity, but absolutely critical.

Cri was diagnosed in February 1991 with Breast Cancer, having far too many lymph nodes "shut down" by cancer cells, and given only months to live. Cri died January 12, 2001, 10 years later.

For the first 5 years, I treated Cri for 5 hours a day - every day -...primarily using reflexology to stimulate the Lymphatic System. In 1995, Cri asked me to leave her and our home, which stupidly I did. She divorced me that same year. I suffered not only a heart attack but more importantly, Cri received no more muscle stimulation to ensure efficient function of her Lymphatic System...at least, not from me.

I would refer at this point to:

LymphNotes.com; and

GOOGLE: "lymphatic system", which contains numerous sub-titles, including: Understanding the Lymphatic System.

I will say three things about the Lymphatic System:

1. Of the many folks I have spoken to, nearly NO ONE even knows our bodies have such a system.

2. Whereas the Heart powers the Blood Circulatory System transporting nutrients to the body and returns "processed" fluids back into the "system", the Lymphatic System is a one-way system returning fluids from body extremities back to the Blood Circulatory System...

Lymph Vessels pass Lymph fluid through Lymph Nodes which identify, filter, and Kill Antigens - bacteria, virus, fungi, some types of Cancer cells -.

3. The Lymphatic System DOES NOT HAVE A "PUMP", and relies on muscular action to "squeeze - push" fluids through the vessels of the Lymphatic System.

i.e., The Lymphatic System cannot function properly without EXERCISE, limiting the effectiveness of this primary system which - among many other things - creates immunity controlling white blood cells, monitors and KILLS invaders to and within our bodies, and "drains" excess fluids from our body extremities.

Strictly from my "Layman's" perspective, physical exercise such as WALKING / SWIMMING, and Reflexology produce the muscle actions required to keep the Lymphatic System functioning properly. PT - Physical Therapy - does much the same...but at a bit higher $$ investment.

I trust I have stimulated some interest in the Lymphatic System...perhaps such that some might delve further. I trust, also, that I have not bent any noses by sharing my story.

I know it works for me. I know it worked for Christiane.

Many have said I look and act like a person much younger...I attribute that in large measure by listening to my body and trying to treat it with respect and consideration. My walking is key to functioning of my Immune System at a keen level.

My Lymphatic System is key to that.

POST 518 - DAY 312 / 55: OUTER B ANKS, NORTH CAROLINA

2011-11-26T15:34:00.000-08:00

A glimpse at a small piece of the SALVO, OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA Food Bank. Not only is food given free to all, but all sorts of necessities are available free of charge.

Pictured above are several left-over Disaster Clean-up Buckets. Each bucket includes tools and cleaners to attack just about any clean-up project. Certain items in the buckets are in great demand, with much of the rest discarded. So, the Director, Pastor Steve, opens the buckets and sorts the items into bins. That way, visitors can take only the item(s) they want/need.

I spent a good number of hours opening the buckets this morning...there are many hundred to be distributed to "after-disaster" needy folks.

Jeffery, the volunteer Carpenter, was busy all day building cabinets and shelving to replace that which was damaged in the recent flood. I spent another goodly number of hours painting the wall trim boards and shelving.

Another volunteer, David, was busy building a new fence around the back yard, replacing the one destroyed in the flood. I help David for a bit at his task.

All told, I reported for work at 8:30 this morning. Except for 15 minutes out for a Turkey Sandwich, I was busy until 4:30 pm...and then only because it became dark.

During the day, at least 15 vehicles - many with trailers - delivered all manner of items for re-distribution. Numerous shopping bags of groceries were deposited. Complete living room sets were dropped off. A baby crib, small appliances, hanging pictures, kitchen items such as complete china settings with cutlery, were brought in.

A place had to be found to put it all away. I got the job to squeeze a yard full of donated items into a 10 x 10 foot shed...already over half full of prior donations.

On Wednesdays and Fridays, the public is invited to inspect and take away any items they may need...including food of every description. There never is any charge.

On Sunday, tomorrow, at 12:00 noon, the public is invited to an open-table buffet., the food being supplied by local Super Markets.

Being the newbie, I know little of what really goes on. From that "little", I am impressed by the continuous stream of donations. I have yet to witness the "picking-up" of items by the public.

I drove the four miles back to HAPPY CLAM as it turned quite dark. I was again grimy and tired. Headed right for the shower, followed by a bite to eat.

A day of good honest work. I look forward to reporting again at 8:30 in the morning to do my bit.

POST 517 - DAY 311 / 54: RODANTHE, WAVE - SALVO - AVON, OUTER BANKS, N.C.

2011-11-25T16:01:00.000-08:00

Another day with no photographs...not that there are none...just that they are of trash and we have seen enough of that.

Did grovel around in the local ditches for 3.5 hours, filling another 6 bags & piling up lots of wood.

Tomorrow, SR 12 must get on without me. I have volunteered - and have been accepted - to work in the local SALVO Food Bank a.k.a. Dining Hall a.k.a. Church.

Staffed by members of a single family, the food bank receives food donations, which they offer to all in need. They also prepare meals a few times a week, free to any in need. They also offer religious services.

Hurricane IRENE destroyed their personal homes. One daughter lives with her infant Son in a FEMA trailer; a second daughter, together with Hubby and four children to 11 years old, rent; the parents have cleaned up the flood damaged Food Bank / Dining Hall / Sanctuary enough to resume helping folks in need...they have moved into a back room as they continue repairing the facility.

The Father, partially paralyzed from a medical condition, leads the family members and citizen volunteers to continue repairs and operation of their free community services.

I have volunteered to join the cast of helpers, starting at 8:30 tomorrow morning.

I will continue SR 12 clean-up. I will continue Storm clean-up of DEJA VU and HAPPY CLAM. I will continue my planned local walks. In short, I have just about filled my calendar pending my early February 2012 walk to the ST LAWRENCE River and West to Vancouver, B.C.

Awesome what has happened...is happening...since I got off the couch, took a bit of a walk, shook a few bushes, peeked around corners and over hills along the way.

Much remains before the mission is complete.

As all true Sailors will tell...completion is not the goal; the trip is the important part...completion is simply an interlude in between...

P0ST 516 - DAY 310 / 53: RODANTHE. OUTER BANKS, N. C.

2011-11-25T03:34:00.000-08:00

Please say HELLO to Margaret and (Woody?).

During morning - Thanksgiving Day - policing of SR 12, Margaret stopped to chat.

Entertaining friends for the Holiday, Margaret was out for her regular walk. We chatted for many minutes about the importance of walking - and swimming - to stimulate the Lymphatic System.

I have been VERY reluctant to blog subjects I am keenly interested in...one being the crucial importance of walking or swimming to engage muscle action, without which, the center of the Immune System cannot function properly.

Enough of that - for now !

As the Sun rose out of the Atlantic Ocean into a cloudless sky, I was already picking up left-over trash from SR 12. Most of the time was spent on hands and knees pulling lumber scraps, beer bottles and cans together with disintegrating boxes and bags from the canal-size roadside ditches.

I discovered a way to lean far out over the waters without falling in: Using a 5-foot stout 2 x 2 inch board, I pushed one end securely into the bottom or far side of the canal. Feet firmly planted on the waterline under me, 2 x 2 centered in the palm of my - thick rubber gloved - hand, I leaned into the board, forming an "A Frame" out over the water.

With my free hand, I could reach down to retrieve the trash. Giving a mighty shove on the board, I pushed my self back onto my feet. For nearly 4 hours, my gravity defying system worked, during which I scarfed up 8 - 30 gallon trash-bags of stuff.

Yes, perhaps a bit stupid...one slip & I was swimming in filth.

Completed policing to the Convenience Store. Filthy from head to toe, slowly trudged back to
HAPPY CLAM, where I indulged in an hour-long soak in hot water.

Is now 4:00 am. Daylight in 3 hours. Friday Garbage pickup this morning; after which I will refill the trash cans of HAPPY CLAM and DEJA VU with Hurricane IRENE generated stuff.

Then, it is back to SR 12...still 3.5 miles of policing waiting.

Planned to drive up-island today to walk the Northern OUTER BANKS. Have decided to complete SR 12 policing first.

CNN this morning carried a news bulletin / video of a young - pretty British woman into her 7th month of a 30-month planet circumnavigation by rowboat, kayak, and bicycle.

Sara Houton's high tech adventure can be followed on her web site www.sarahouton.com.

POST 515 - DAY 309 / 52: RODANTHE, OUTER BANKS, N.C.

2011-11-23T15:16:00.000-08:00

A look back a few weeks to reflect on the destruction of Hurricane IRENE on RODANTHE, OUTER BANKS.

Arriving two months after the event, I walked in on the final "clean-up" phase.

SR 12 was still lined with trash removed from water damaged properties...this process continued until a couple days ago, when further deposit of trash on SR 12 was prohibited.

Heavy equipment, such as front loaders, clam shell bucket cranes, and trash hauling trucks have removed the majority of trash from SR 12.

Left behind are roadside ditches and berms - including some vacant lots sitting behind the ditches, containing small items not recoverable with the heavy equipment.

This is the clean-up which I have taken upon myself.

I have volunteered to "Police" (clean) SR 12 in the three villages of RODANTHE, WAVE, and SALVO.

Much of SR 12 has been policed already by businesses and home owners. A much larger portion has not been cleaned...mostly bordering properties apparently owned by absentees.

These sections are my objective.

Yesterday I policed the portion pictured above and in the pic below.

Much of what I find is pictured below...piles of trash thrown into the roadside drainage ditch, apparently household "garbage", along with myriads of "litter", often wind-blown into bushes and yards some distance from the roadway.

To reach this garbage, I don boots, rain gear, thick rubber gloves with long cuffs...get on my hands ans knees and dig in.

Not that I expect or desire participation from others, I chuckle at folks sitting on high balconies sipping beverages... watching me retrieve garbage from the filthy ditch in their front yard...I wonder what they must be thinking...

Not that it makes a whit of difference. As with my walk, removing an eyesore from their lofty perch is my silent way of trying to set an example...I feel good at my efforts...what others think is not my problem.

It rained ... the wind kept blowing my plastic bag shut as I tried to fill it...My Jeans got filthy and smell awful. I am not comfy using HAPPY CLAM's washing machine, so this evening I heat up some water in SPIA's teakettle and hand wash my clothes.

Tomorrow, I will be back on SR 12. Only 3.70 more miles to go.

Chatted with my younger Sister, Carol, this afternoon. She wished me Happy Thanksgiving...I had no idea tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I will take a few moments, however, to reflect on some of what I have for which to give thanks. I know many who would gladly trade places with me - if only they could.

Carol is in a Nursing Home under 24-hour care in DEKALB, ILLINOIS. Among other serious ailments, Carol is well on her road of suffering from Parkinson's Disease...her recent room mate, also afflicted with Parkinson's, lost her battle a few days ago.

One reason I chose my current route to the St LAWRENCE RIVER then West across the top of America back to my Vancouver, B.C. starting point, was to make my way to DEKALB. Carol and I are in near daily communication after many years of near estrangement.

I am somewhat of a challenge for Carol to hang in there...Carol is my challenge to continue my walk...not too fast, however...don't wish to make it too easy for her...another example I try to make: have my very long range goal, knowing full well reaching that goal is the sum of striving for and reaching the goal set for today.

Some have asked me: ...what is the most important moment of your walk?...to which I truthfully reply: ...this one...sitting here, chatting with you.

Since Carol had reminded me that tomorrow is Thanksgiving, I walked to the local Convenience Store (LIBERTY Convenience Store) to pick out a treat...was late, not much left to choose from, but did come home (back to SPIA) with a bag of miniature chocolate donuts.

En-route, rain clouds once again closed in overhead nearly blocking out this evening's Sunset...almost, but not quite. The weather front, moving in from the North West, brought plummeting temperatures and high winds. SPIA is rocking on her ruined springs and cold is seeping in around the door and the three over-head hatches.

Half way home, the clouds burst open rinsing me off pretty good before I popped into SPIA's crookie door...crookie because in the California Redwoods, someone bent SPIA's door trying to break in...the door held, but is permanently badly bent. I sealed up the top and bottom gaps with thick adhesive-backed foam insulation strips. So far, it has worked OK.

...and so it goes...Happy Turkey Day, as Cri use to say.

I am uploading a video I shot a couple weeks ago of the Atlantic Ocean Surf doing it's level best to undermine the many RODANTHE Beach Homes now sitting a ways off shore. I have been told that not long ago, it was quite a walk from these homes to the beach.

The video reminds me to say HELLO to Phyllis and Ann Marie, whom I met at that spot.....HI, you two !

Video upload ran for 10 hours and did NOT upload...must find a solution as I wish to share videos from time to time.

POST 514 - DAY 308 / 51: RODANTHE, OUTER BANKS, N.C.

2011-11-22T14:28:00.000-08:00

Walked nearly the entire day today and never got out of RODANTHE.

Yesterday, left four piles of "stuff" I picked up from SR 12. Not knowing what to do with the stuff, I simply left it in neat piles on the side of SR 12.

Last evening while surfing Brian's (HAPPY CLAM) TV, the local DARE COUNTY Department of Public Works put up an announcement that it is illegal to leave any more trash on SR 12...the time for clean-up from Hurricane IRENE has been closed by FEMA.

As with most notices from "authorities", the announcement carried a reference to a $200.00 fine for violation of the clean-up rule.

Not knowing how to continue, I walked to Bonnie's Realtor offices to ask guidance. Bonnie was not in, but her Mom, Martha, was. Explaining to Martha that I simply wanted to volunteer to help clean up SR 12, she interrupted me, picked up the phone, got Andrew on the line. Andrew, Director of DARE COUNTY Department of Public Works just happens to be her Cousin. I now have a written authorization to "police" SR 12 from RODANTHE on the North to SALVO on the South - a distance of about 4 miles - , leaving trash bags for Andrew's crews to pick up at some later time.

Guess it isn't every day someone walks clean across the USA to volunteer to help clean up after their disaster....I responded it is the least I can do for the kindness extended to SPIA and I to hang out until February.

Walking back to SPIA, I went right to work. Cleaned out another section of DEJA VU's yard - from the "stuff" piled high by IRENE...then started in on SR 12.

I have completed the Northern entrance into RODANTHE...must say it looks kinda nice to see the litter and trash gone from SR 12.

Have only 3.85 miles more to police.

Re-reading this update, I realize that it must be boring as heck...SAM & ME advertises an old guy walking the USA, not picking up trash.

I ask consideration for me to make a good dent into cleaning SR 12 the next three days 'til Friday. On Saturday, February 26, I plan to drive SPIA North on SR 12 to OREGON INLET and walk for the next 5 or 6 days to and beyond KITTY HAWK...then take the bridge/causeway to visit villages on the Island of ROANOAK.

That will take us into December. I will put together a December itinerary to visit a number of villages on the mainland, posting to SAM & ME as we walk.

In explanation of the "Subject" line of each blog update:

POST = the number of Posts made to Google and Facebook since SAM & ME began POSTS.

DAY = the number of days from January 12, 2011, the day we started on our present journey.

/ --- = the number of days since leaving LAKE CITY, FLORIDA on our current walk to the ST. LAWRENCE RIVER and beyond.

I realize the "DAY" count is not accurate, but it is close enough for Government Work...as we use to say way back when !

As an aside, I have been engaged by a few locals in conversation about the degradation of our Country as regards jobs (or "no" jobs), discord among our leaders, and instability regarding the outlook for Mr. & Mrs. (and Ms.) America. Folks are not pleased. Folks are concerned. Folks are becoming angry. Introduction of "violence" in the OCCUPY endemic is quite upsetting.

I attempt to avoid Politics. I attempt to avoid Religion . I attempt to share what I find among those I meet across America. I am not altogether successful.

POST 513 - DAY 307 / 50: RODANTHE, OUTER BANKS, N.C.

2011-11-21T14:22:00.000-08:00

Today, not a single photograph was taken.

Today, not a single step forward was taken.

Today, I dedicated to the OUTER BANKS.

I am a Workaholic. Given a tough assignment is akin to a double Chocolate Sundae...nose to the grindstone 'till the last bite.

Four hours, I groveled around in mosquito infested grasses reclaiming mounds of stuff deposited in the yards of HAPPY CLAM and DEJA VU...not a single mosquito bite.

Taking a break at noon - local - three trash barrels were filled awaiting pick-up in the morning. In addition, HAPPY CLAM has A L L remaining trash piled awaiting emptied trash cans, which will be topped off in the morning for Friday's pick-up.

Likewise, DEJA VU has one trash can full awaiting morning pick-up; and, three big piles awaiting empty trash cans. DEJA VU was hard hit with trash from IRENE. There is still 20 or more trash cans of stuff awaiting my gathering up...surely to take another few days...then I start in on water damaged furniture...sanding and refinishing.

Returning to SPIA for a bite, chomping on the bit, I could not just sit with so much cleanup waiting in RODANTHE, WAVE, and SALVO...not to mention the rest of the OUTER BANKS...so, instead of taking the planned siesta, I drove SPIA to the AVON Grocery Store where I picked up a couple boxes of three-ply 2.5 mil reinforced Trash Bags.

Returning to HAPPY CLAM, I once again donned my work duds, applied plenty of JUNGLE SPRAY, and walked out to SR 12, the main highway of the OUTER BANKS.

I have walked 1.5 years...taking from others...giving little back. I decided it was my turn...my obligation...to step up to help locals recover from the mess still littering Highway SR 12.

The next two hours saw me scarfing up block after block of small trash left over after DOT removal of huge piles of "treasures" destroyed by Hurricane IRENE.

Four miles or so remain to be "Policed". I intend to keep at it until SR 12 is pristine.

Not being use to such labor, a few muscles complained...so, I treated my body to a 1-hour soak in HAPPY CLAM's bath tub, opened a bottle of GALLO SONOMA CHARDONAY wine, which I am sipping as this blog is created.

Tomorrow and the next few days will be dedicated to SR 12, HAPPY CLAM, and DEJA VU.

Feels good to be useful again.

POST 512 - DAY 306 / 49: RODANTHE - BUXTON - 6 MILE INLET, OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA

2011-11-20T15:42:00.000-08:00

Today was the day I planned to walk to 6-Mile Bridge. Twice before I tried and failed.

All the trash has been removed from SR 12. DOT crews have built new "berms" (high piles of sand intended to be a wall against Atlantic Ocean waters from entering and flooding RODANTHE) along SR 12.

The lake in front of this home use to be a front yard and parking lot - before Hurricane IRENE sent walls of PAMLICO waters crashing their way through the above neighborhood, eroding away concrete driveways and sand all the way through SR 12 and on to the ATLANTIC OCEAN.

On the ATLANTIC OCEAN side of SR 12, DOT has built a new berm BEHIND the row of beach homes. All four of these homes recently had a long way to walk to the beach...because of IRENE and years of erosion, culminating in IRENE, ocean waters have taken massive amounts of sand away leaving all four homes sitting well off shore...

Karen's previous Summer Home was swept off this same beach a few years ago by the Atlantic Ocean...the waters simply gobbled up her entire home; i.e., the name of her present Summer Home "DEJA VU".

Meanwhile, back on the PAMLICO SOUND side of SR 12, the flood waters are receding, leaving nearly a dozen homes inaccessible...all the "land" once surrounding these homes having been washed out to sea...this section was cut completely through to the ocean, causing SR 12 to be rebuilt. The rebuilding was completed before I arrived on the scene.

How, one may ask, can so much destruction happen so far inland...so, I will explain:

Looking at a map of the area, one sees the OUTER BANKS are a good 20 miles off shore from the mainland. When Hurricane IRENE arrived, the "EYE" travelled along the shore of the mainland (20 miles West of the OUTER BANKS).

Karen's "Family" home - the one I visited last week - is in COLUMBIA, which took a near direct hit from the EYE of IRENE...everyone in COLUMBIA was evacuated...many properties, including Karen's, were flooded.

As the EYE moved North, it's winds spinning COUNTER CLOCKWISE (see Wikipedia "Coriolis Effect"), the waters were sucked out of shallow PAMLICO SOUND... driven far inland over the mainland. As the EYE churned past, the winds changed direction, sucking the waters from the flooded mainland, sending a wall of water...not unlike a Tsunami...crashing ashore on the OUTER BANKS 20 miles to the East.

The OUTER BANKS, about a foot or two above the normal water level of PAMLICO SOUND, have NO DEFENCES ON THE PAMLICO SOUND SIDE. The Tsunami-like waves broke over the entire island, cutting through to the ATLANTIC OCEAN at RODANTHE and at 6-MILE BRIDGE, leaving standing water at DEJA VU 5 feet deep.

The RODANTHE "Cut" was, unfortunately directly under the above homes.

I took the above photographs as I made my THIRD attempt to walk to 6 MILE BRIDGE.

The morning was calm (no wind) and clear (no clouds). I made good time the first two miles. Then disaster struck.

Up from roadside ditches rose clouds of mosquitoes. My clothing covered every part of me except my face and part of my neck. I fought them for another 2.5 miles, and was losing. They attacked in squadrons...6 or 7 at a time, biting my face time and time again.

1.5 miles short of 6-MILE BRIDGE, I surrendered and turned around, heading back to RODANTHE. Under constant attack, I finally put out my thumb. The third vehicle stopped...I jumped in and slammed the door...even so, three or four critters followed me in.

Allen, my rescuer, said there is only ONE Insect Repellent effective on the 1/2 inch mosquitoes of the OUTER BANKS..."JUNGLE FORMULA", which was available only at the ICE HOUSE in BUXTON. I knew the ICE HOUSE from my walk to BUXTON two days ago.

I thanked Allen...a DOT employee, as he let me out at WIMBLE SHOALS, DEJA VU's street. I immediatele drove SPIA the 22 miles to BUXTON...only to be told>>>...

by the Owner, Steve Groves, that he was totally sold out.

Please say HELLO to Steve.

Steve agreed with Allen; only JUNGLE SPRAY was effective on local mosquitoes, which is the only spray used by local Linemen - guys who work up on those telephone poles.

Explaining to Steve my dire need for an effective mosquito spray, Steve said, "Perhaps I can come up with an overlooked a can "...as he got out of his store side chair and disappeared into his store. A minute or two later, Steve returned with the can in the above photo, explaining..."...several guys know I have this one can, but I was saving it for myself. You need it more than I do, so it's yours"...handing me the treasured can of JUNGLE SPRAY.

Having made one more friend, I eagerly paid the $10.00, thanked Steve, took his picture, jumped into SPIA, rushed back to HAPPY CLAM, parked, dressed, applied a liberal amount of JUNGLE SPRAY to my face and clothing, and set out once again for 6-MILE BRIDGE.

An hour and half later, having moved along at better than 4 mph, I walked into the above scene...6-MILE BRIDGE.

As I under stand it, before Hurricane IRENE, this was a narrow stretch of island, but without any water passing from the ATLANTIC OCEAN to PAMLICO SOUND. The following photos tell a different story.

As with RODANTHE, the break was in more than one spot. The Southern portion of the break was back-filled., with a new section of SR 12 paved over to form the approach to the new bridge.

The main break is large with a swift current flowing back and forth as the Ocean Tides change.

The bridge appears to be a "Bailey" - or similar bridge, which is only temporary.

The bridge is NARROW, decked with 3 by 6-foot steel plates securely bolted down.

The sides are lattice construction using treated (galvanized ?) steel beams. The construction is good. I walked across the bridge two times. Passing vehicles did not make the bridge move.

Not visible to vehicles, the view is quite nice.

Looking at the bridge from the North side. The sand on the left is a back-fill behind steel plates interlocked together in Coffer Dam type construction...GOOGLE "Coffer Dam".

Not much room between lanes.

I had a kick walking across facing oncoming traffic.

Please note the aluminum CARRIER on the front of the above vehicle.

Every third vehicle on the OUTER BANKS has such a carrier, which are manufactured locally. A number of designs are available costing from $100 to $300, Trailer Hitch not included.

I would dearly love such a carrier for SPIA to carry a spare Propane Tank and can of Gasoline for the up-coming crossing of America on US 2, where it is desolate and will be COLD.

On my tippy toes, got this shot over the bridge side girders. The view clearly shows both banks of 6-MILE INLET and folks out on the ATLANTIC OCEAN beaches.

Trying his luck under the bridge, I asked:..."hows the fishing?"...to which he replied..."Fishing is great...catch'n is not so hot, tho...".

And, so it goes.

The South side of 6-MILE INLET washed away great swaths of sand and paved areas.

I walked nearly 14 miles out and back with nary a mosquito bite. Arriving in RODANTHE, I removed one glove and was instantly bitten by two of the critters. One - or perhaps two - mosquitoes sneaked into SPIA. Creating this blog, I have received bites on my neck, shoulder, back and left foot...and I must sleep with those vampires lurking...waiting for my exposed nose, foot or hand.

OUTER BANKS are nice, but . . . . .

POST 511 - DAY 305 / 48: RODANTHE. OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA

2011-11-19T16:21:00.000-08:00

A word about this photograph:

Evening Sun is still fully 5 degrees above the horizon.

Camera is set at minus 20 Contrast...looking directly into the fire ball.

Interesting: Foreground is in darkness (even tho it is actually still blinding bright) leaving a vertical shaft of sunlight reaching down to the surface of PAMLICO SOUND. Sure wish I could receive some camera-operation instruction to learn what I was doing...

While taking the one picture, a swarm of mosquitoes attacked me. Wiping my face. my hand came away bloody from the critters biting me. The swarm followed as I ran back to HAPPY CLAM. There is still at least one mosquito inside SPIA with me right now, at 8:10 pm local EST.

This morning greeted the Sun with a cloudless sky. Folks were walking SR 12 in shorts and T's...I wore a hoodie trying not to shiver as I walked the mile or so to Bonnie's - our Realtor - to return her set of keys to HAPPY CLAM...yesterday while in AVON, I made a duplicate key.

To warm up, I donned my work clothes - boots, jeans, long sleeve T, ear warmer sweat band around my neck, a thick woven hat with ear muffs which tie under my chin, and Welders Gloves - to attack the first of my assigned projects: clean up the front yard of HAPPY CLAM from the piles of grass and trash left behind by the five-foot deep flood waters of Hurricane IRENE.

Tomorrow I start in on DEJA VU's yard.

The grass / trash goes into large trash cans which are picked up on Tuesday and Friday. It will take at least three weeks before it is all carted away.

While working, mosquitoes plunged their needle noses through my T, leaving too any bites to count on my back ...spent the day scratching like a dog against the house stilts...could not reach the bites to scratch with my finger nails..

Enjoyed an afternoon watching football games on Brian's TV...AND a long HOT shower...

Weather forecast for next week is mostly warm and sunny. I may drive North for a couple
days / nights to start my walks to the Northern Outer Banks.

Feels strange not to be walking forward. It does, however, have its rewards.

I have accepted Karen's invitation to return to COLUMBIA two weeks hence for their yearly Holiday Craft Show and Parade.

I will drive SPIA, as Karen will have a house full of visitors for the events. On the way, I plan to visit more ROANOAK ISLAND and mainland villages...and, of course, do more walking.

Oh, Yes...Googled FIREFOX refusal to open. Others have experienced the same problem. One kind soul gave the "fix":

FIREFOX - OPTIONS - NETWORK - SETTINGS - CONFIGURE HOW FIREFOX CONNECTS TO THE INTERNET - AUTO DETECT SETTINGS FOR THIS NETWORK - ...

Presto...FIREFOX opened like magic.

I know...any five year old can do it.

Problem is, I ain't no more five years old !

POST 510 - DAY 304 / 47: AVON - BUXTON - OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA.

2011-11-18T13:54:00.000-08:00

As promised, this morning drove to AVON, OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA, and parked at the Ace Hardware.

Bought a wide-tine pitch fork to clean up the yards of DEJA VU and HAPPY CLAM..then walked to BUXTON, 6 miles South on SR 12.

Leaving AVON.

Last home in AVON when travelling South.

The walk to BUXTON was uneventful, walking with the ATLANTIC OCEAN 100 meters on my left and PAMLICO SOUND 200 feet on my right.

Buxton is the location of the HATTERAS LIGHT HOUSE...the Tallest Light House in the USA.

It is another 2 miles South and East, a bit removed from the village.

As it was noon local time, stopped in at the SHIPWRECK GRILL. I was served the B E S T Bagel sandwich ever...two fried eggs, two thick slices of local cured ham, smothered in melted cheese...Yum Yum.

SR 12 as it passes through BUXTON. The HATTERAS LIGHTHOUSE is a couple miles to the right.

Bit of History

SR 12 approaching BUXTON from the North.

On my return to AVON, came across some wet-suit clad "Kite Surfers"...this is Bix, just returning from hgh speed dashes to and from Kite Point...one of the best Kite Surfing waters in the World - or so I was informed.

Please say HELLO to Bix.

Bix and I chatted for some time...he demonstrated how to change to naked and back to street clothes while on a public beach, using a "gown" expressely designed for the purpose. I stopped in at the KITTY HAWKE KITE SHOP to check the gown out, but they were sold out.

Please say HELLO to Huy...from Viet Nam, now living in LOS ANGELES.

Huy uses a board without foot holds while kiting. Huy says it takes some years to become expert enough to Kite Board with a foot-holder-less board.

The design is the flag of the State of Hawaii.

Huy took a pic of me with his board...sure is tempting to take some lessons. The KITTY HAWKE KITE SHOP in the village of WAVE - next door to RODANTHE has all the equipment and gtives lessons. It is advertised that anyone can quickly learn after only a couple lessons. A set of equipment and lessons can be purchased for a meager $2,000.00 or so.

Even so, I am VERY tempted !!!

Vic on the fly from Kite Point. Vic is the friend of Bix.

Around the corner from this point - Kite Point - is Canada Hole...so named for the hundreds of Summer Canadian Wind Surfers who come to the OUTER BANKS to play.

Please say HELLO to Vic.

Vic is holding the "Control" assembly for his kite: the contraption is spring loaded with four lines leading to the NASA developed canopy.

Pull back bends both sides of the caopy which is akin to stepping on the accelator.

Pull back on the Right hand side pulls in the right side of the canopy which causes the canopy to turn right. Pull back on the Left hand side turns left.

Let the control handle spring full forward collapses the canopy and it stops pulling you.

Sounds simple enough.

The entire assembly is attached to the safety belt around Vic's waist with a quick disconnect.

Tonight is going to be another COLD night. Some folks I met this afternoon are expecting Snow this Winter...a not altogether unheard of event for the OUTER BANKS, but not common either.

Tomorrow and Sunday I will do yard clean-up.

FIRE FOX still dows not boot up, so I am using Windows...what a pain in the Tush !!!

POST 509 - DAY 303 / 46 : RODANTHE, OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA

2011-11-17T14:46:00.000-08:00

Rain, driven by a stiff wind, fell all night last night and all day today. Lightning lit up the sky most of the night and rolling thunder shook SPIA on her old worn out springs.

Twice today, I walked to the local Convenience Store. Once to purchase some needles and a pair of scissors...another time to buy a bag of Cheese DORITOS...my body was demanding a snack.

With the needles and the sissors, I mended three pair of walking socks. My big toe has a dagger of a toe nail which after 11,000 miles poked through most of my socks. Tomorrow, I will post a photograph of my "darning" expertise as requested by Cathy Carter of PLYMOUTH, NORTH CAROLINA, who gifted me the skein of Darning Yarn.

Yes, I sew and also do Embroidery...a few of my framed pieces hang in the Guest Room back in BELLINGHAM. Visiting a Museum in China, I purchased Silk cloth and thread to make a copy of a piece on display. I look forward to the day I start that project.

My computer caught a "bug" this morning and shut me down most of the day. With the help of telephone Technical Trouble Shooting, VERIZON helped me put "Windows" back into operation. Mozille Fire Fox Browser still will not open...apparently a problem for some time for others as GOOGLE has a number of references on the subject going back many months.

Windows will not produce a "clean" blog - when photographs are included - on GOOGLE...after creating it, I must spend lots of time editing the data to get it into acceptable format...whereas, FIRE FOX produces a clean product first time around.

Received a phone call from my new Hosts, Bobbi and Brian. They arrived back home in Florida and insisted that I make full use of their Summer Home - HAPPY CLAM - as it has water, electricity, and heat. I'm looking forward to my shower in the morning. Already moved my sock darning project - still have 6 or 7 pair to mend - to their dining room table and filled all SPIA's water bottles from their kitchen faucet...RODANTHE Water Works uses Reverse Osmosis process to desalinate sea water to fresh, claiming the best tasting water in North Carolina. I have no argument there.

Tomorrow, weather permitting, I will drive SPIA South on SR 12 to the village of AVON, OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA, which has a ACE HARDWARE and a grocery store. I want to purchase a flat-tine pitchfork to help move the piles of grass Hurricane IRENE deposited from the yards of DEJA VU and HAPPY CLAM. Before returning to RODANTHE, will spend the day walking the 13 miles I have missed earlier on between FRISCO and AVON.

I very much enjoyed my 5 days with Karen's family. I am afraid, however, they spoiled me rotten...I would like more of THAT !

POST 508 - DAY 302 / 45: COLUMBIA - NAGS HEAD - RODANTHA, NORTH CAROLINA.

2011-11-16T14:33:00.000-08:00

Today was one of those days I would rather skip...not that it was not a good day, because it has been an excellent day...but because saying "good bye" is not easy for me.

I was up early to catch Carson and Noah before they rushed off to school. Craig had a hot cup of coffee waiting as I came down stairs. A bit later, Karen prepared hot Oatmeal for me.

I have been treated like Royalty for the past five days.

At 10:00 am, Karen drove she and I East on US 64 to ROANOKE ISLAND, slowly driving through some her favorite villages. She then drove over another causeway to NAGS HEAD on the Outer Banks, she guided me around the JOCKEY'S RIDGE STATE PARK featuring impressive Sand Dunes which has been a favorite place for the boys to come and play for many years.

Power for JOCKY'S RIDGE STATE PARK is supplied by the above Wind Mill Generator.

I was really impressed by the extent and variety of the Sand Dunes...every bit as enticing as the Sand Dunes of the Oregon Coast.

Please click click to enlarge the above plaque.

A walkway leads from the Park Visitor Center into the center of the Park.

Karen then drove to another of her appointments as I continued to read "The Walk".

We then stopped to visit family friends and drove on to RODANTHE, where SPIA was waiting.

After a quick hug, Karen drove off into the sunset back to COLUMBIA, NORTH CAROLINA.

I have moved SPIA to the Summer Home of Bobbi and Brian Finigan, where SPIA now has AC electricity to keep her batteries brimming full.

During the next 2.5 months, I will do some chores around the Summer Homes of the Finigan's and DEJA VU. In between, I will walk the length and breadth of the OUTER BANKS and ROANOAK ISLAND.

About February 01, 2012, SPIA and I will continue our walk to complete our circumnavigation of the United States, returning to the PEACE ARCH at the Canada / USA Border Crossing.

I am already missing Karen and her family.

POST 507 - DAY 301 / 44: COLUMBIA - PLYMOUTH, NORTH CAROLINA.

2011-11-15T15:36:00.000-08:00

The ROANOAK RIVER was the sight of many naval engagements between the Union and Confederacy.

The dominant combatant was the above Confederate IRONCLAD, CSS ALBERMALE, built in a Cornfield along the banks of the ROANOAK RIVER by a 19 year old Engineer.

Before learning about CSS ALBAMARLE, I took a last stroll around COLUMBIA, NORTH CAROLINA.

Above is another section of the COLUMBIA Village Park bordering the SCUPPERNONG RIVER.

In early afternoon, Karen drove she and I West on US 64 to the Village of PLYMOUTH, NORTH CAROLINA.

PLYMOUTH played an important part in the early days of the Civil War.

Karen did some Window Licking before driving off to Physical Therapy for her broken Knee Cap.

I joined Karen , finding a neat battery powered desk lamp to light up the HP Mini Computer in SPIA.

Water Street of PLYMOUTH.

Please say HELLO to (l. - r.):

Beryl Booth, Cathy Carter, Rita Rhodes, and Judy Mayo.

Karen and I stopped in to see what was behind Door Number One, walking in on a knitting session in the shop of Cathy Carter (standing).

Before walking out, I had four new friends and was gifted a skein of Sock Darning Yarn for my "holey" walking socks.

Beryl and I shared a pic together...later in the afternoon, I found Beryl lounging on the back deck of Wine On The ROANOAK, where I joined her for a glass of wine.

Cathy's shop, Yearning For Yarn can be reached at: 252-793-2500.

Reminder on Cathy's wall.

The LATHAM HOUSE.

Please click click to enlarge.

Two of these "Rifled" Cannon armed the IRONCLAD CSS ALBEMARLE.

"Rifled" = spiral grooves machined into the inside of the gun barrel, causing the 100 pound cannon ball to spin as it flew through the air, resulting in much greater accuracy than if fired from a "Straight Bore" (non-rifled) barrel.

Replica of Confederate IRONCLAD CSS ALBERMALE at anchor in the ROANOKE RIVER near the spot she sank after being torpedoed by a Union Gunboat.

ROANOKE RIVER...CSS ALBEMARLE is anchored behind the grove of trees.

View up-river from the Gazebo.

Please say HELLO to Keith Sawyer, Proprietor of Wine On The Roanoke, serving the wine I enjoyed while chatting with Beryl.

Keith may be reached at: www.WineOnTheRoanoak@yahoo.com.

Karen returned a bit early from Physical Therepy and joined Beryl and I.

Karen and I walked out to her SUV as evening settled onto Water Street. Arriving back in COLUMBIA, it was pitch dark.

This will be my last evening together with Craig, Karen, Noah, and Carson. Karen drives me back to their RODANTHE Summer Home at 10:00 am tomorrow, where SPIA waits.

I have very much enjoyed being in COLUMBIA and look forward to the next time we are together. I will miss them all.

Karen has allowed me to do some chores for them in the mean time.

POST 506 - DAY 300 / 43: EDENTON, NORTH CAROLINA

2011-11-14T16:49:00.000-08:00

Yesterday Karen invited me to accompany her on to EDENTON and ELIZABETH CITY, NORTH CAROLINA. While she went about her appointments, I took advantage of the opportunity to sniff out EDENTON.

The drive covered something like 120 miles over a number of bridges and causeways crossing the expanses of ALBERMARLE SOUND and ROANOKE RIVER...such as the bridge / causeway above.

Overnight my injured leg healed enough that I walked three or four miles around EDENTON, discovering a new (old) lighthouse, many colonial homes, and a half dozen local folks.

including, Madison Phillips...

Please say HELLO to Madison, a life long EDENTON resident..

Walking South on GRANVILLE Street, Madison stopped his vehicle next to me...Why are you taking pictures of THAT house...It isn't an historic house.

Before I could answer...I want to talk to you...follow me...as he drove ahead, letting by the six cars lined up behind him, and pulled into a driveway. I followed as ordered, wondering ...Now what have I done...

Hi, I"m Bruce, handing him my SAM & ME business card...walking around America...Madison Phillips..glad to meet you; here, let's sit on my wall (Sign stuck on a stick planted behind the wall: NO TRESPASSING - DO NOT SIT ON THE WALL).

Madison and I chatted a full 20 minutes, during which I learned that EDENTON was NORTH CAROLINA's first Capital, had two signers of the DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE, and still hosted sessions of the North Carolina SUPREME COURT.

I also learned how to best spend the remaining 45 minutes allotted by Karen to visit EDENTON, considered one of the most beautiful of North Carolina cities...

I still want to talk to you some more, so please come this way as you walk North...

Saying Good Bye, off I rushed. The following photographs record what I found in this historic town..until this morning I had no idea existed.

Not all homes in EDENTON are on the "Grand" scale.

but, many are;

Have a look .

ROANOKE RIVER.

Click click, Please...

This one is for you, Margo.

A mini Rainbow fronting the Statue dedicated to EDENTON's Confederate Soldiers.

Down Town EDENTON.

And, another photograph of EDENTON Business District.
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Mom was standing to my left as I photographed her two children on the bicycle built for three...plus the guard dog scowling at the camera.

COWAN COUNTY COURT HOUSE.

Two tourists / friends being shown EDENTON by the "local" Hostess - on the left.

Tried to photograph the pooch, but failed.

DUCK CROSSING !

The rest of my day with Karen was spent in an excellent Chinese Buffet -my treat - driving to her appointments, or sitting in one "Waiting Room" or another reading her book "THE WALK", a fiction by Richard Paul Evans...about a SEATTLE resident making a walk from SEATTLE, WASHINGTON to KEY WEST, FLORIDA.

For tomorrow, Karen has again invited me to accompany her to a couple different local villages as she attends to more appointments.

I wonder what new adventure awaits

POST 505 - DAY 299 / 42: COLUMBIA, NORTH CAROLINA.

2011-11-14T03:58:00.000-08:00

The Civil War is remembered throughout the South. Monuments, like the one above, dedicated to the Confederate Soldier, can be found in the smallest of Villages.

Residents of significance are honored, many with Historical signs.

Southern homes reflect a certain pride...

Being Veterans Day Weekend, Old Glory is flown by many...Flag of the Confederacy is often not to be found...

SCUPPERNONG River.

The Village of COLUMBIA, NORTH CAROLINA lies at the far end of the SCUPPERNONG Bridge.

Near by Ranch House.

Many estate homes have gated entrances.

North Carolina State Road 94 heads North out of COLUMBIA.

I walked 14 miles along this roadway...returning "home" with very sore left ankle and leg...my Georgia injury has not yet healed...must build miles more slowly to avoid re-injuring myself.

Enjoyed an hour-long SOAK in the big bath tub...heaven !

Neatly manicured field of a recently planted Winter crop.

A clothesline of freshly hung laundry peeking from behind old growth Pine Trees.

Waited 'til morning - now 7:00 am, Monday, November 14, 2011 - to post yesterday's blog.

The Estey household are "night owls", rising well after 'Ole SOL is risen. This morning, however, Noah is up early, preparing for another day of school.

Garbage trucks are on the street below my window...beeping beeping as they back up to grab, lift, and dump garbage can contents into their fully automated on-board trash bins.

The day is starting with brilliant sunshine reaching out into a cloudless day.

Karen has errands to run today... I have been invited to ride along...introducing new places I would otherwise miss. Karen also asked if I would mind staying on one more day - until Wednesday - before returning to RODANTHE.

Yes...oh, yes.

POST 504 - DAY 298 / 41: COLUMBIA, NORTH CAROLINA

2011-11-12T17:54:00.000-08:00

Please say HELLO to the Estes Family: Carson (Auggie) Karen,Noah (missing - visiting friends), & Craig.

This is my Host family, both in RODANTHE during the past week, and this weekend in their COLUMBIA home.

Carson, in 7th Grade, plays the Drums in the School Band.

Auggie does not like me...barks and growls whenever I make any movement or say something.

Karen is a professional Chef, now retired.

Craig is also retired, superbly trained by Karen...a compliment, Craig...Craig drives around in a bright Yellow VW Bug stick shift. Craig took me shopping in it this morning.

The COLUMBIA, NORTH CAROLINA home. My room is on the second floor left corner with a view over the SCUPPERNONG River.

I hear the home is built on property once the Community Graveyard.

No, I do not sleep with one eye open...But if an Apparition should approach I would do my level best to start up a chat,

Shallow, but the SCUPPERNONG has three resident Sailboats.

COLUMBIA Community Park.

Directly across the river is a continuation of the park.

One of many CYPRESS Trees in or along the shoreline of the SCUPPERNONG River.

Highway US 94 crosses the river on the new SCUPPERNONG River Bridge.

A Walkway fronts the COLUMBIA shore along the River.

Part of the Walkway received damage from Hurricane IRENE. The Southern portion is closed while repairs / maintenance is being completed.

The entire area is part of a 100 acre + Animal Sanctuary...wetland is seen along the distant river bank...Karen says it is just a plain ole' Swamp.

Karen guided me on a private tour around MAYBERRY this morning...busted Knee and all...

Karen hobbles a bit, but being a tough Lady, the broken Knee Cap does not keep her from daily walks and intense exercises.

Inside the excellent Museum are many life size exhibits...such as the RED WOLVES above.

and Black Bears which are common year round in the Sanctuary.

A movie is shown on request depicting the many animals and birds living next door to COLUMBIA.

The Walkway goes not only along the River Shoreline.

US 94 Bridge spanning the SCUPPERNONG River.

A small natural River Inlet.

North Carolina Flag.

Karen guided me into the "Tasting Room" of VINEYARDS on the SCUPPERNONG.

Yes, I did partake and will return to purchase some MUSCADINE Wine.

This afternoon, while a scrumptious Pork Loin was roasting under the watchful eyes of Craig and Karen, I put on my walking get-up and took a 10 -mile walk West over the SCUPPERNONG Bridge...found a few lazy muscles which will receive a good message before bedding down in my 4-Poster.

Roadway surface of the bridge.

Please say HELLO to 17 year old Noah, home from visiting friends just in time to share in the Roast Pork and smile for my camera.

Noah plays the Trumpet in the School Band. and will enter College next year.

Tomorrow I will take a long walk...perhaps 20 miles or so. I am in great condition and so very pleased to share the home of Karen, Craig, Noah, and Carson...and yes Auggie, too.

POST 503-DAY 297 / 40: RODANTHE - NAGS HEAD - COLUMBIA, NORTH CAROLINA

2011-11-12T01:33:00.000-08:00

Please say HELLO to Bobbi & Brian Finigan.

Bobbi and Brian, from the Florida Panhandle near PENSACOLA, are my new landlords. SPIA and I have been invited to take up residence in the driveway / carport of the RODANTHE home of Bobbi and Brian until approximately February 2012. Electricity - for SPIA- and HOT water for some luxurious baths - for me - is now available on demand.

In return, a few chores have been given me, which will keep me occupied for a bit.

The right-rear side of SPIA... the wood-screw connection... has rotted/rusted away, allowing the wall to pull away from the entry step-up, Daylight is clearly visible from the bottom of the side panel for a full inch wide for 10 inches or so high. The panel is being held in place by the gas tank filler pipe sleeve which is bolted to the outside aluminum skin...an unacceptable but not unexpected event.

The Dinette seat - a plywood "box" - must be removed to get at the inside of the wall panel to install more steel "L" braces to the Floor / Side Panel to pull the wall back into place and make sure it stays there. Of course, the entire connection will receive adhesive-type Silicon to seal the failed area.

As for now, cold air - and "critters" will have their way with the big separation crack because I am no longer at RODANTHE. Repair must wait until I return next week.

At noon, Karen, together with Sons Noah, 17, and Carson, 13 , arrived at DEJA VU to pick me up.

I have been invited to visit their COLUMBIA, NORTH CAROLINA - also lovingly known as MAYBERRY, home for the next few days. Husband / Father Craig was busy supervising repairs to their home damaged by Hurricane IRENE...

Two months ago IRENE spun her way North up the coast of PAMLICO SOUND, flooding MAYBERRY and forcing evacuation.

After recovering a few items from DEJA VU, Karen treated Noah, Conrad and I to lunch at LIBERTY Convenience Store - where I applied for work -, and drove her Toyota SUV North on SR 12 through new territory - for me - . We crossed over the "Bailey"-type (6-mile) bridge, passing mountainous sand barriers freshly thrown up guarding the narrow OUTER BANKS Island from the Atlantic Ocean.

A few miles further on we crossed the gracefully arching concrete bridge spanning OREGON Inlet, PAMLICO SOUND waters rushing - much like DECEPTION PASS in WASHINGTON STATE - beneath the bridge and out to sea. Row upon row of elegant Mega Fishing Boats filled the large Marina at the North end of the bridge...awaiting return of Vacationers to fish the near-by GULF STREAM for giant Sword Fish.

We drove through the village of SAG HARBOR, passed the entrance to the KITTY HAWK Memorial dedicated to the Wright Brother's first flight of their powered airplane, and on to K-MART for a bit of shopping.

Karen then drove South on the Old SR 12 to show me the road I should walk through this expanding community of new 4-lane highways, unending Malls and hundreds upon hundreds of homes snuggled together on spindly legs... each home trying to peek at the near-by ocean over their neighbor's rooftop.

Leaving the OUTER BANKS, one can drive North into Virginia, or take a Causeway and bridge over ROANOKE Island...then another of those bridges gracefully arching high over the INTER-COASTAL WATERWAY... and mile upon mile of roadway on stilts above the shallow waters below, finally reaching solid land on the Western Shore of PAMLICO SOUND...

Karen took the Causeway.

A water-filled canal guides the narrow roadway much of the way across endless mesmerizing marshes and treeless flat-lands. The canal recently received a guardrail to prevent drowsy drivers from wandering into the deadly waters...once in the water, doors or windows cannot be opened, trapping passengers inside the slowly sinking vehicle... (see photograph above)

and, we finally have crossed the 30 miles from the OUTER BANKS to the wee village - 500 or so Souls - of COLUMBIA, a.k.a. MAYBERRY, where I finally shake hands with Domesticated Craig, Husband and Father of the Estey household.

It is now 6:00 am. Having put off creating this update after the yummy dinner magically produced by Chef Karen - Karen is a professional chef - and able assistant, Hubby Craig, plus the inviting oversized bathtub and four poster bed awaiting my abused body, blogs played second fiddle.

POST 502 - DAY 296 / 39: RODANTHA, OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA

2011-11-10T14:13:00.000-08:00

Good Evening...at 4:15 pm and dark already.

There will be no photographs today. Actually, took a nice walk along the ocean beach for about an hour with Bobbi and her two super dogs. After reaching the foaming surf, it hit me that I forgot to tote along my camera...so sorry...but, we will have many more days to take photographs of the beach.

Arrangements have been made for SPIA and I to remain in RODANTHA, OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA, for the next three months or so.

Our reception out here on the OUTER BANKS has been simply superb. Have met a number of business and residential folk, all of whom have welcomed and helped out in many ways for our stay to be pleasant.

A number of small projects have been handed to me, which I look forward to completing...hoping for more. As I have said, I am a workaholic who tracks down things to do.

The next three months will be welcome to help put SPIA in tip top condition for our walk through the Northern Winter. The time will also be welcome as an opportunity to delve into the many interesting villages, people, and historic places near by.

Trying to get SPIA's Air Shock Absorbers to work, I injected some "flat tire goop" into one shock...taking off the aerosol connection, some spray flashed back into my face, getting a bit into my mouth...awful stuff...reading the label, ingestion could = sudden death. Did not ingest any (that I know of), but it certainly burns the inside of my mouth a bit.

We shall see how it goes.

POST 501 - DAY 295 / 38: RODANTHE, OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA

2011-11-09T14:33:00.001-08:00

Rolling out of bed; Both feet on the floor; A ration and half of cooked oatmeal; Watching the Sun rise out of the Atlantic Ocean; One gallon of HOT water for a "Spit Bath"; A new blade in the razor for a nice smooth shave; NIVEA foot message; Wash and hang dirty clothing; A walk to the Convenience Store...

So far, So good.

The position I was seeking - stopped in 4 times to apply - was given to another...so it goes.

Did not walk today, except locally. Did do a couple hours rather tiring and dirty work in the yard of DEJA VU...against the wishes of my Hostess.

In the background is a "River" of "floatsam" from Hurricane IRENE...water was 4 feet deep here...

That River Of Grass spilled onto the concrete pad. Today, I put a few new muscles to work loading up that Trash Can a few times and wheeling it out to the street.

Only to be informed by two different neighbors:

1. Trash is NOT picked up on this "private" residential street; and,

2. The River Of Grass is alive with mosquitoes (your telling me !!); and alive with TICKS, as my neighbor Bobbi picked a big tick from the neck of her dog I was wrestling...he likes me (the dog).

Was also informed that there is the occasional SNAKE lurking about.

Other than that, I started ROBERT LUDLUM'S new book "The BOURNE OBJECTIVE"...and proved I was a good conversationalist by listening to a neighbor reveal high points - and not so high points - of various neighbors...listened politely and when she wound down, asked a question to encourage more expose' .

Decided I would NOT continue to move the River Of Grass.

Took the last Bagel out of a bag purchased a couple weeks ago...it had two "bites" already taken out of it. Examining the bag...yep, two holes in the plastic fitting exactly the bites. Must have been that way when I bought it...have not seen hide nor hair of a thief aboard SPIA.

One or two new options are being considered for SPIA and I...a bit premature for the moment.

Another Low Pressure Front is moving past some distance out in the Atlantic Ocean. The OUTER BANKS are forecast to receive heavy rain and high seas on Friday as the result.

DOT crews are busy on the beach defenses and shoring up the areas where flood waters undermined SR 12...had 5 big machines working on it today.

Locals tell me the Island is not as wide in RODANTHE as it once was. If one's home is set back a bit from the beach and the owner wishes it had waterfront, just wait a little while; the beach is slowly moving inland.

POST 500 - SUPPLEMENTAL

2011-11-08T20:06:00.001-08:00

Please say HELO to Ann Marie.

No need to say HELLO to this guy.

Please say HELLO to Phyllis.

These two ladies and I chatted for some minutes while in RODANTHE, OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA a couple days ago while watching the North-Easter heavy surf batter the ocean-front home..which, by the way, are still standing.

These three photographs are forwarded from Ann Marie.

POST 500 - DAY 294 / 37: RODANTHE - AVON - BUXTON - HATTERAS, NORTH CAROLINA

2011-11-08T12:41:00.000-08:00

It is now 4:20 pm in the OUTER BANKS...and it is very dark. We have a 95% Moon coming out of the Atlantic, which will lighten things up a bit. In two hours and 18 minutes, the big rock is set to whiz between the Moon and the Earth. I have binoculars, but will probably be unsatisfactory to see it. Oh, well, will certainly see NIBIRU in a few months.

Early this morning, decided to strike out with SPIA to find a Propane source and do extensive walking South near the villages of HATTERAS, FRISCO, AND BUXTON.

First stop was BUXTON, where the CAPE HATTERAS LIGHTHOUSE is located. I visited the lighthouse many years ago, but remember little of my visit. Today, I have taken a number of photographs of the lighthouse, all of which I upload for all to see.

My new Panasonic Camera is still giving me fits...it is ME that is the problem, not the camera. I took numerous more photographs today, but many were out of focus...I am not using the Shutter Button properly, especially photographing action (moving) targets.

The Light House Offices did not open as scheduled, so I have no reference material to quote.

I will with-hold most comment of what I think of any of these shots...perhaps someone will comment so I can improve my technique.

In this shot, the Sun is on the left at about 30 degrees above the horizon...on a cloudless day.

This shot is using a bit of telephoto.

Precautions to folks intending to climb to the top.

Bringing in some foreground, I failed to align the tower properly.

Ah, a bit better.

A bit of first-person recollection of life in a Lighthouse Keeper Family.

The Lighthouse houses - both mentioned in the historical treatise above.

Taken with the tower blocking a brilliant Sun...contrast turned down.

and, again.

Same spot...same Sun...contrast adjusted upward.

Nearly lying on my back...Sun still directly behind the Lighthouse.

Up close to detail the gargoyles under the top walkway.

Please, please, say HELLO to Arther (Art) Munz.

Art accompanied by a couple generations of his family chose to stop to chat with me instead of accompanying his family into the official viewing area.

Art and I are the same age - within months - and have enjoyed similar experiences since entering the service in 1952. Art and I had a rather heated and enlightening discussion of our current National and World condition(s) and our expectations for the immediate future. Art is kinda leaning toward live and let live...Me, ? I intend to outlive the current circumstances with full and healthy Mind, Body, and Spirit and be a part of the future four or five generations.

But for today, Arther and I are new-found friends.

I wish you continued good health Art, and hope we meet again.

Yes, I did find Propane and have filled SPIA to the brim...while we were at it, we also filled her gas tank.

From SR 12, this is one of a number of walkways leading over the Sand Dunes to the Atlantic Ocean Beach.

Peaceful surf...lousy camera contrast...gotta work on that.

and, now I totally forget which village this is. I rather lean toward BUXTON, NORTH CAROLINA.

Many bicyclists peddled past...all heading South, going with the wind toward the village of HATTERAS.

Arriving back at DEJA VU, I walked over the the Convenience Store to apply for the open position. The Manager had already gone home. I am invited to return after 9:00 am in the morning. Since last evening, two more positions have been added to the "Help Wanted" list at the store.

I was also hailed by a neighbor of DEJA VU. Maria, the owner of a nearby home asked if I would be interested to be the "caretaker" for her home for the next few months...we will talk about it in the morning.

Some things I have learned on my walk...One MUST get up off the couch; One MUST shake the bushes; One MUST be ready to exercise options as they appear.

Yes, I walk hard each day. Yes, I work long hours walking and preparing this blog. Yes, I am having a blast and would not miss this part of my life for the World.

POST 499 - DAY 293 / 36: RODANTHE - WAVE - SALVO, NORTH CAROLINA.

2011-11-07T12:29:00.000-08:00

Our blog has referred a number of times to the movie A NIGHT IN RODANTHE.

The above home - with blue shutters - is the home featured in the movie. This home WAS sitting on the Ocean Beach and has been moved to this location behind a formidable beach barrier.

Since being moved, the next two homes in line on that same beach have succumbed to the waters of the Atlantic Ocean within the past two months - since IRENE's passing.

Please say HELLO to Beth and Bonnie.

Beth has recently SOLD her home located in the village of WAVE, one of the three villages which include SALVO and RODANTHE. Bonnie is Beth's Realtor - as well as being Realtor for DEJA VU...and the waterfront home about to topple into the sea.

This morning, I took a LONG walk through all three villages (RODANTHE, WAVE, & SALVO), stopping to speak with every business which was open. There is a Job advertised at the local Convenience Store...if it is still open tomorrow morning, I will apply for it.

Many business have catchy names, such as the one above.

Please say HELLO to John, who declined to be photographed...something about Century LINK concerns. Anyway, John was trouble shooting a massive bunch of itsy bitsy telephone wires in a cylindrical box, on his way to restoring service to local customers...two months after IRENE.

Please say HELLO to Dean...who was under no such duress as John.

Dean was enjoying his day off from the local SURF SHOP...on a "Bus-man's Holiday"...going surfing with some friends about 15 miles South of SALVO, where the waves were better.

SR 12 South of SALVO, NORTH CAROLINA. This area did not receive the devastating flooding that RODANTHE experienced.

Finally, I found what FEMA is doing with all the road-side trash being picked up.

A bit South of SALVO, a large open field is receiving mountains of collected trash, being worked over by the above big hydraulic Clam Shell.

SALVO Cemetery.

Guard Dog for a local business.

She barked like crazy at me until I started chatting with her...then she allowed me to pet her and she actually did pose for her picture.

SALVO, NORTH CAROLINA U.S. Post Office.

Please say HELLO to lovely Laura, sales person at the local SHELL Station and Convenience Store. I stopped in to inquire about Propane availability.

Yes, we have Propane...in pre-filled bottles which can be exchanged. Initial cost: $51.00 /bottle.

Laura's Shell Station.

KOA RV Park got hammered during IRENE. Clean-up is progressing...a few parking sites have been occupied. The entire park must be refurbished, including the Propane Filling Station, which is not yet available.

Another view of KOA and the mound of debris awaiting removal.

PAMLICO SOUND shore-side homes. Flood waters came in here, but did much less damage than a few miles North in RODANTHE.

An estuary canal leading into the Island from PAMLICO SOUND.

Some water-front damage did, however, occur along PAMLICO SOUND.

Another fortunate water-side PAMLICO SOUND community.

I must apologize for my photographs today. I have switched to my second (the new one) camera, which has different features and is different in sensitivity of controls. Will take some getting use to.

It is now 4:00 pm. After posting this episode, I will tackle the massive mounds of "trash" in the yard of DEJA VU. It will take a few days to clean it all up, but I will prevail.

In the morning, I will walk to the Convenience Store and apply for the part-time job if it is still available.

POST 498 - DAY 292 / 35: RODANTHE, OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA

2011-11-06T13:51:00.000-08:00

During the night, the rain stopped. The Atlantic Ocean water breached the shore to fill SR 12 a bit, but it ended being a non-event...thanks to continuous effort by the big Bucket Loader working into the night.
The big Bucket Loader was busy cleaning sand from the roadway this morning as I set out.

I tried to walk North on SR 12, but the water was too deep, so I turned back South and explored the PAMLICO SOUND side...the direction from which flood waters came into RODANTHE from Hurricane IRENE.

PAMLICO SOUND side of RODANTHE. Contrary to the Atlantic Ocean side which has high sand barriers to hold back the pounding surf, the PAMLICO SOUND waterfront has NO barricades except for individual home owner efforts.

A bit of History.

and, in more detail.

RODANTHE has a Marina and a Ferry Dock (not in regular use). The above catamaran apparently sank during IRENE.

RODANTHE Ferry Dock.

When SR 12 was breached, this ferry dock was pressed into service to get folks on and off the island.

At first glance, perhaps a bit optimistic.

But then, in the Summer, I would imagine RODANTHE and the OUTER BANKS must be Enchanting.

This afternoon, the water subsided from SR 12 enough for me to try to reach the bridge some 6 miles North. Again, I did not make it. At about 5 miles out, I realized I must turn around to return to SPIA before dark.

SR 12 some 4 miles North of RODANTHE. Here, the beach barrier is overgrown with plants which tend to hold the sand in place.

On the PAMLICO SOUND side of SR 12 are vast marsh lands.

The flood waters during IRENE reached the height of the horizontal branches in the above pic.

Since last evening, the first home in line on the Atlantic Ocean side of SR 12 has leaned forward - toward the Sea - about 5 degrees.

This home and it's three neighbors are in peril of being totally undermined by the heavy surf from our North Easter Storm. I would be surprised if the first home is still standing in the morning.

In the photograph, one can easily see the tilt sea-ward.

SR 12 filled with sand brought in during last night's minor Ocean-side breaches.

The two ladies in the distance are PHYLLIS and ANNMARIE.

Please say HELLO to both as they walk away. We had a few minute chat...they both taking photographs of each other with yours truly...would you believe...I totally forgot to ask to take their photograph.

Annmarie also has a blog...perhaps she will send our photographs to me so I can post them tomorrow.

Makes me feel like such a klutz.

Yesterday, we posted a photograph of Jeremy.

This is Jeremy's home...the fifth in line of homes being undermined by the Ocean Surf. For now, it is not in immediate danger...

The rains have let up. The winds have died down a bit. In the morning, I hope to strike out again for the bridge. Also, I must search for a Propane source in the next couple days...means making some calls and driving SPIA...perhaps back to the village of HATTERAS some 40 miles to the South.

Sure could use some company...another beautiful - if stormy - place, and no one to share it with.

POST 497.1 - DAY 291 / 34: (MID-DAY) RODANTHE, OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA

2011-11-05T10:07:00.000-07:00

It is now 4:30 pm local. Our Video is STILL uploading, so I walked out to the previous break through area of MIRLO BEACH. I did not get but half way. The Ocean has already broken through in three or four new places...far South of the previous break. My boots were filled with sand and needed to be cleaned and dried before I can wear them again...they are now drying.
So, in my walking shoes, I dared not go farther as ocean water is filling SR 12 quickly. I snapped a few pictures and retreated, the flooding water chasing me.

The big Bucket Mover is busy back-filling along SR 12, trying to keep it from breaking up. As mentioned earlier, the asphalt of SR 12 is already undermined and is sloping heavily toward the "lake" on the SOUND side.

A long line of vehicles is waiting to drive past the Bucket Mover.

The four homes being undermined by Ocean Waves are at the far left. The Atlantic has now broken through below house # 6, water flowing swiftly onto SR 12. I walked up to the new flooding water on the center line of SR 12, took a couple more shots and retreated.

High Tide has just passed. The Ocean Water will subside soon as the tide goes down...unless the new channels are cut deeper in the mean time.

The QUICK SAND I walked into is by the second post beyond that pile of debris. That rope really did save me. Without it, I could not have pulled myself free. Now, it is a channel of free flowing Ocean water filling SR 12...and soon the yard of DEJA VU where SPIA stands.

SR 12 entrance to WIMBLE SHOALS, the street of DEJA VU. Flood water has already reached our road and will come in shortly.

WIMBLE SHOALS Road looking back North where all the action is in the far distance.

The above photographs have been placed ahead of earlier posts...because I have not learned how to move material around in GOOGLE's format.

Apologize for that. It is now getting dark, so I do not plan to leave SPIA again, unless it is to retreat upstairs into DEJA VU if the water gets too deep around SPIA.

PRIOR POSTS FOLLOW BELOW:

As promised, have changed into my boots and taken another stab at walking out to the new bridge 6 miles North on SR 12. I did NOT make it. The wind is ferocious, blowing well over 50 mph. Blowing sand was sandblasting my eye glasses.

We have already posted pics of the above homes yesterday. Overnight, more water has undermined foundations. They look to me about to be total losses..

This is SR 12 in front of the homes in the pic above. The pavement of SR 12 has now been undermined where I am standing. The sand filled in next to the asphalt has been done this morning. The asphalt is sloping heavily into the water-filled "lake".

This is the Atlantic Ocean side directly opposite the damaged homes in the above first pic. Last night and this morning, the sand barrier has been blown away. The home in the distant used to be well back from the Beach. It, and three of it's neighbors are fully surrounded by waves coming ashore during our "North Easter", which is expected to continue for another 24 hours.

Walking North on SR 12 - the wind nearly blowing me off my feet, the "new" ocean barrier is being quickly eroded by blowing sand.

A bit further North, the original "dune" barrier with grasses, is still in place. I climbed to the top of the dune. The sea-side is a perpendicular drop off down to the beach 15 feet below...it too is being eroded away.

One interesting sight is to be hit in the face by a big blob of "spume" - flying foam blown off the beach when big waves slam down on the sandy beach.

Looking at the photograph, one would never believe that it is taken in the midst of a violent North Easter.

I walked out for about 45 minutes before turning back because of the "sand blasting" of the blowing sand. The above pic is of MIRLO BEACH, where the IRENE breach occurred two months ago. That breach came from the PAMLICO SOUND side. Before this North Easter is finished tomorrow, it may well be breached again...this time from the Atlantic Ocean side.

Now for the immediate concern. Four beach-front homes are fully involved in wave action pulling sand out from under those wood pilings on which the homes are built.

See video which is being uploaded as I type.

I plan to return in at high tide - at about 3:30 pm - to see how goes the battle. If a home should fall, I would hope to document it with my Panasonic. Let's, however, hope for the best.

The home used in the movie, A Night In RODANTHE, was standing just to the left of the home in the above photograph. It was successfully moved to a new location and still can be rented for $5,000.00 a week in high season.

Please say HELLO to Jeremy.

The home behind the impromptu walkway belongs to Jeremy and is the fourth in line being attacked by the ocean waves.

Interestingly, Jeremy has an apparent "Oh well" concern. Talking to Karen (DEJA VU), Karen describes living out here is like a gambling game (I call it a crap shoot).

Please note the rope in the above photograph.

As I walked back to SR 12 from Jeremy's home, I stepped into the above small stream of water. My right leg instantly sank to above my knee. What the heck, I thought...QUICK SAND. I was able to lean over to grab hold of that rope and started to pull...no luck. I put my left foot down and it also immediately sank to above my knee and I was on my way deeper. Using the rope for leverage, I was able to "suck" my right leg out, only to push my left much deeper, nearly to my crotch. I pulled even harder...put my right foot back down closer to the rope and slowly pulled my left leg out of the suction grasp of the quick sand.

It took me about ten tries...making small progress with each step until I reached firmer sand to the left of the water stream...that sand was soft also, but I was able to use the rope to pull myself to safety. I know...who was the idiot who left that rope there !!

No one saw me. Traffic on the road was out of view.

OK, Sandra...now we know who is NOT afraid of a skimpy ole squall.

According to an CNN News article I read on the net within the past few hours, it is being suggested that "old" people - old = over 70 - should no longer receive major medical treatment...much too expensive for those who have already lived a "reasonable" long life...they should be offered the minimum to ease them into the grave, but NO operations to prolong it.

Reference was also made to the wisdom of the Eskimo solution...put Grandad /ma on an ice flow and give it a shove.

A reader of this blog asked me last year why I do not DO something to correct wrongs I discover. I replied I am walking and blogging to SHARE what I discover. I am not out here to change anything. PERHAPS I WAS WRONG !!

The video has been "loading" for 1.5 hours...will give it another 30 minutes...then I go check on our four ocean-front homes under "attack".

Our video has been uploading now for 2.5 hours. I give up. Sorry.

POST 497 - DAY 291 / 35: (EARLY MORNING) RODANTHE, OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA

2011-11-05T07:01:00.001-07:00

Is now 10:00 am, Saturday, Nov 05. Our current storm has been with us for 24 hours with the projection that it will intensify today and taper off sometime tomorrow.

Shortly after daylight (07:45 am), I ventured out dressed for rain and cold, but wearing my "walking" shoes, not boots. The above photograph is at the point where Hurricane IRENE breached the island, causing damage to so many of the homes in the distance.

Before the Bucket Loader in the picture arrived, I attempted to walk past the break area. The new ocean-side barrier (piled up sand), was worn down to the point that the roadway (SR 12) was flooded and sand covered. I had no boots on, so turned back, taking the following photographs as I returned to DEJA VU.

SR 12 flooded a block South of t;h;e previous break.

A side road from SR 12 leading the few feet to the Atlantic Ocean Beach...it is fully flooded. Note the home...it is essentially sitting on the ground, which during Hurricane IRENE flooded about 5 feet deep at this point...

This shot is taken from the Balcony of DEJA VU, about two blocks away using telephoto on my trusty Panasonic. Ocean waves are forecast to be 14 - 16 feet high. The seas appear to be somewhat less than that at the moment. The wind is blowing at about 40 miles per hour making it difficult to stand up while walking.

The next few photographs are a bit of a study of the various heights homes are elevated above ground level. Any homes under 5 feet high were flooded by IRENE.

I have visited with the folks owning the distant home, a few hundred feet from DEJA VU. Their home sits about 15 feet off the ground; however, their entry is enclosed, containing the stairway and laundry room, leading up from the carport. The laundry room was destroyed by flood waters. The owners live in Florida and have been repairing the damage which should be complete in the next couple days...then it is ready for Rental.

Both these buildings are below 5 feet high.

Quite a contrast in height between these two neighbors.

It is now 10:25am. The rain has NOT returned. The wind seems to be abating a bit. I have changed into my boots - not rubber, but ok for an inch or so of water -. I will venture out once again and try to reach the new bridge 6 miles North.

Hope the local break does not close the road...else, I might be trapped out on SR 12...

We shall see.... - TO BE CONTINUED -

POST 496 - DAY 290 / 33: RODANTHE, OUTER BANKS, NORTH CAROLINA

2011-11-04T13:24:00.000-07:00

Please say HELLO to Bonnie Brown Rowe.

Bonnie is Owner of VACATION TRADITIONS, who is taking care of Karen's Summer Home were SPIA and I are staying.

Bonnie is a Realtor Broker and can be reached at bonnie@vacationtraditions.com; or www.vacationtraditions.com.

Karen's home has a name: DEJA VU. We shall refer to DEJA VU in the future.

As I stepped out dressed for walking, it had already been raining for some time. A Low Pressure Area moved in during the night bringing Gale force winds - 45 mph and above - and a steady downpour of rain on an already saturated sandy ground. Instead of walking, I got out my shovel and tried to direct water flowing into DEJA VU driveway. In 30 minutes, SPIA was surrounded by standing water. My efforts went for naught...there was simply no place for the water to go.

So, my cleanup of yesterday will have to be done again when the rain stops. The Low Pressure Storm is forecast to intensify tonight and tomorrow (Saturday) and perhaps clear up on Sunday.

Realizing I could do nothing about new flooding, I put on my rain gear and hit the road (began walking).

This pile of trash is the same RV pictured in yesterday's blog...just a bit more torn to pieces by our current storm.

A mile or so South on SR 12 is a car-racing complex with a number of different tracks for various types of cars and racing...the entire complex is a shambles with no apparent effort as yet to clean it up.

Yesterday we explained how "trash" is deposited along SR 12, to be picked up by the County and disposed of... paid by FEMA. The above photograph shows a cleaned-up section where yesterday were piles of trash...seems to be working.

Further down the highway (SR 12), new piles of trash have appeared.

On my walk back to SPIA, a industrious fellow had recovered a stainless double sink from this pile and was loading it on his pickup truck...perhaps for the $$ it would bring as "scrap metal".

This Swimming Complex is also devastated and appears not to have been cleaned up since Hurricane IRENE passed by.

Another part of the Water Complex damaged by the surging water from Hurricane IRENE.

Nearby is an RV park with hundreds of parking spaces - not KOA. I checked in to arrange to have SPIA tanks dumped - cost $5.00 any day of the week 'til 5:00 pm - and was told that the water reached nine (9) feet deep at the park, completely ruining the offices, game rooms, two swimming pools (concrete walls failed), requiring total renovation before re-opening for business.

A few parking sites have been repaired and have received a half dozen or so RVs.

The above channel is the source of the high water in this part of RODANTHE.

I learned this morning that Hurricane IRENE did NOT come in from the Atlantic Ocean. She drove up the coast from the South, crossing BEHIND the Barrier Islands over the waters of PAMLICO SOUND. The mainland coast received the "Eye" of the Hurricane and also much devastation.

Storm waters therefore came from PAMLICO SOUND, not from the Ocean. The above channel is on PAMILCO SOUND and guided the storm waters into the center of RODANTHE.

Near DEJA VU (about 3 blocks North where we pictured the homes yesterday), HATTERAS ISLAND was cut in two by water coming from PAMLICO SOUND. A second breech occurred about 6 miles further North, also cutting the island - and SR 12 - allowing free flowing storm waters between the SOUND and the Atlantic Ocean.

The breech 6 miles North was NOT filled in, as was the breech near DEJA VU. Instead, a Bridge was built to span the breech, leaving the new channel of swiftly flowing water between the SOUND and the Atlantic Ocean. Newspapers and locals are concerned that the storm we are now having might cut away the sandy soil on the bridge approaches...

In the morning, I will walk to the new bridge and share with photos that which I find.

The channel near the RV park...this channel apparently already existed before IRENE.

RV Park walkway bridge. Much work has yet to be done before the RV park will be operational.

Looking toward the Atlantic Ocean from SR 12, there are numerous large homes. This entire area was under 4 - 9 feet of water during the passing of Hurricane IRENE...much of it yet to be cleaned up.

Another problem has turned up for SPIA...there is no available PROPANE in this part of HATTERAS ISLAND. Many propane sales outlet tanks simply vanished during IRENE. Others have been damaged. The RV park is working to put in a new system...not yet completed. The local Grocery Store has (had) a system, but it is not in service at this time.

Since I left my spare Propane Tank with SAM a couple weeks ago (when we removed SAM's platform, we also lost a place to store Propane and Gasoline), we must find a source of Propane. I expect to run out about the 12th...in 8 days.

Perhaps I can purchase a "filled" Propane Tank as a backup...

We shall see.