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25 -27 May 2015 Shipshawana, IN – Chesterton, IN – Chicago, IL

30 May 2015 Update
     Recently, my worlds of water and land cruising collided!  When it happened, I laughed hysterically and Bill just kinda cut his eyes over at me probably once again, questioning my good sense.  Hopefully this tale will at least elicit a grin from you—-more than I got from my hubby.  Aboard Kindred Spirit, we use our auto pilot while underway making cruising a hands-free venture.  Bill was driving our coach—both hands on the wheel and I asked why he wasn’t using cruise control.  He answered, “I am.”  So then I asked (and as soon as it was out of my mouth, I realized what I’d said and burst out laughing) “So why are your hands on the steering wheel?”  Sometimes I just crack myself up!!
     I’ve satisfied some of my curiosity regarding the interesting habits of the Mennonites and Amish which aren’t the same but similar.  Both are an outgrowth of the Anabaptist movement in Europe from the 16th century.  Anabaptist was the name given to the religious group who don’t believe in infant baptism and believe a person should wait until they could declare their own personal beliefs. They also reject mandatory military service.  Centuries ago, they crossed the Alleghenies by covered wagon and settled in this area of the midwest.  Today their descendants constitute the largest community of Amish in the world.
     There are close to a dozen variations and sects among the Amish and Mennonites ranging in degrees of conservatism.  The most conservative is the Swartzentruber sect who live as did people in the 19th century Europe. They are forbidden to use power tools or hire a driver to go to a job site.  We saw a team of 4 horses pulling a plow with a man walking behind it.  They won’t pose for photos nor are they ‘allowed’ to own a camera. No place for rebels among that group!  They’d have booted me out from the get-go. They won’t ride in vehicles that have rubber tires (can’t count on them to contribute to our Michelin pension!) so they either work at home or near enough to travel by horse.  The largest group, the “Old Order”, travel by buggy and, as a whole, do without modern conveniences and technologies.  The “New Order” don’t drive cars but can have electricity and phones.
     The Amish don’t believe in the value of education beyond the 8th grade and this group is exempt  from the state’s compulsory attendance laws beyond the 8th grade.  Guess you don’t need to know too much to live as in days of yore.
     The set of rules governing all aspects of Amish life is the “Ordnung”. In general, they avoid new technologies that they believe will erode the family structure or create inequalities or divisions in their community.
     Amish clothing is plain and simple, free from adornment; a peasant-type garb reflecting humility and commitment to their Anabaptist heritage.  The men grow beards but without a mustache.  They believe that women should always have their heads covered signifying their acceptance of God’s order of authority in the home.  This is a thin organdy cap with strings either tied or untied.  We never saw any that were tied.  The hard black bonnet worn in public by girls and women is worn over their little organdy cap.  Some women have bare legs and wear flip flops while others wear thick black hose and clunky black shoes.  I’ve not uncovered an answer for that but imagine it has to do with their sect.
     I’m making what seems to be a futile attempt to write this while we travel…have I mentioned how absolutely horrible Ohio and Indiana roads are——even their interstates?  Hopeful this isn’t indicative of their public schools.  On the news the other night, a reporter did a piece on the sad state of roads and highways and are planning to convert them all to gravel because they can’t afford to maintain them.  What a despairing state of affairs!
     Ya’ know, when I married a man, 6 years my junior, I thought I could grow him up like I wanted him but that didn’t work out too well for me.  Instead, I’ve had to keep up with his physical stamina.  However, our exploration of Chicago full speed ahead with all the stops out, might’ve resulted in a bit of fatigue for him.  I’ve never heard him complain about anything EVER but the next day he was a bit lacking in his usual liveliness.  Hate it for him but a good thing for me.  Now I can quit fueling with Red Bull intravenously! 

     Chicago was on my bucket list and even though Bill has been there several times, his last time was about 10 years ago and he was amazed at how many changes have been made and how much cleaner the city is than he remembered.  I love that city and would be content to stay there for weeks to see and do everything that peaks my interest—-and those things are legion.

     Indiana Dunes National Seashore was a respite for us for a few days.  It has great bike paths, board walks; is great for bird watching, fishing, kayaking—any outside activity that you had a craving for is available there.  The park has over 15,000 acres of dunes, oak savannas, bogs, swamps, marshes, prairies, rivers, and forests.  There’s also 15 miles of Lake Michigan’s shoreline for water or beach use.  I was psyched to swim in the fresh water but couldn’t even get ankle deep.  The water’s a 58 frigid degrees and swim buddy’s in England, Australia and other parts of our planet not blessed with warm tropi-waters find 58 to be quite refreshing.  I guess I’m just a warm water wennie!
     As we topped the hill on our bikes headed now to the beach, Lake Michigan and the dunes just seemed to explode out of nowhere into our line of sight.  I’d never seen this lake before and it was just a breath-taking sight. The undulations of the landscape are the result of the last great continental glacier some 14,000 years ago. The sand dunes rise to almost 200 feet in a series of ridges, blowouts, and valleys. Conservationists are careful in their efforts to preserve this remnant of a once distinctive and unique environment.

Lovin’ life and RV-ing!
Bill and Laura

17 – 24 May 2015 Goshen, IN – South Bend, IN – Mishawaka, IN – Elkhart, IN

  This past Sunday,17 May, marked our 3rd week as RV-ers; 2 of which were spent in a “controlled environment” among other motor coach owners, most of whom were very seasoned. Now we’ve been launched and are on our own.  We’ve learned so very much but when you know nothing, any sniglet of knowledge is a milestone.
     My apologies for speaking disparagingly of Ohio’s and Indiana’s highways but the only positive thing I can attribute to them is that they’re excellent for the alignment and tire industry.  If they are tooth-rattling on our Michelins, I can’t imagine what brain trauma one would sustain if they are riding on cheap tires.
     Our first week out we attended what is called the “6 Day Maintenance Session” in Goshen, IN.  We couldn’t fathom what so many days would encompass and thought we could probably build one from the Michelins up in that period of time. That was the best thing we could’ve ever done and most especially since we were just beginning this new adventure.  There were vendors there representing any and everything anyone could possibly have on their coach and either for a fee or NO fee, they’d come aboard and check our the system that they support and for which they provide maintenance. Those 6 days proved to be so excellent for us, not only in the information provided but also regarding things needing attention that we didn’t even know were ‘accoutrements’ that necessitated an inspection.
     We’re spending some time in South Bend and surrounding areas learning that South Bend isn’t the metropolis that we thought it was but just a smallish mid-western town.  Who’d have thought  Mishawaka, IN, would be a semi-metropolis——big enough to rate an Apple Store??!!  Since being in this area for several days, we’ve become quite fond of Mishawaka!  Three of those days have found us in their Apple store—-broadening our horizons. 
     Both of us were eager to see Notre Dame’s campus and, by some fluke we arrived just at the end of their graduation ceremony.  We got a thrill out of the pride showing on the faces of parents and the expressions of relief, excitement, and anticipation on the countenance of the cap and gown clad young leaders of our future.  We saw many honor cords.  Entrance requirements for undergrad is stringent.  Last year there were 18,000 applicants and only 2,000 enrolled for their freshman year.  54% of those ranked in the top 2% of their high school graduating class and 98% ranked in the top 10%.  
      The campus is magnificently beautiful and perfectly manicured with a Duke’s mixture of architecture ranging from historically old to nondescript tasteless modern.  There were countless people at the Grotto and the lighted candles cast such a warm and hopeful glow.  Photos don’t portray the real beauty of the gold dome nor the interior of the basilica.
     High on Bill’s Bucket List was to go to the Studebaker Museum in South Bend.  He painstakingly covered all 3 floors and can’t cease his raves about it.
     We spent this past weekend at beautiful Potato Creek State Park, IN.  This was our first camping experience in a real campground.  There  were parents with their young children camping in tents, pop-ups, 5th wheels, and motor coaches. We enjoyed sitting outdoors watching kids running around, riding bikes, playing ball, and just being children doing what kids did 40-50 years ago.       The sounds of their laughter and watching as they reveled in an unused spring day was such a refreshment and a soothing break from all of us being so immersed in our techy age.  Each campsite had a fire ring and everyone around us was using theirs from the time they arose until bedtime—so we didn’t need to be hunters and gatherers to suck in the wonderful aroma of wood smoke.
     This weekend was reminiscent for us when our families were young.  The sights, sounds, and the bouquet of pine needles, meals cooked over charcoal, and laughter around camp fires brought back memories of when we pitched tents with our little children and later graduated to pop-up campers.  Now that our years have increased and we have past experiences with vivid recall of air mattresses springing a leak in the middle of the night landing the sleeper upon the cold ground sprinkled with rocks; an unpredicted wind and rain storm causing the tent to cave in baptizing us with cold rain water and waking crying and frightened children; wild horses snooping around the slumbering campsite, sniffing the posies “arranged” in a jelly jar and adorning the picnic table, tipping over the ‘vase’ so the next morning there was a puddle of ice with the flowers frozen in it; and if you’ve ever camped, you can recite your own similar tales.  Bill once heard me mumble (I had no idea he was within earshot) during one of those “tent experiences”, that “camping sucks!” Our motor coach has indeed elevated our experience of “camping” to a whole new level!  Love it and inhaling others’ campfires without having to build our own, intensifies the joie de vivre and relaxation of it.
     The park is expansive and immersed us in nature with breath-taking spring wildflower displays, wildlife including songbirds, raccoons, foxes, coyotes and turkeys.  We spotted a beaver sitting in the middle of the road having his dinner and I spied my first ever Baltimore Oriole whose color was  dazzling.  The park boasts hardwood forests, wetland marshes, and beaver ponds.  This was a restful break from city life and endless traffic.
     There are approximately 11 miles of hiking trails; 2 bicycle trails—1 of them being solely for mountain bikes.  Cross-country skiing trails are available but thankfully there was none of that white stuff this time of year.  The park’s lake is stocked with bluegill, bass, etc. for fishing enthusiasts. There are horse trails for those who are horsey.  The park employs a full-time naturalist for interpretive programs enjoyed by the summer campers.
     Sunday was coming to close and folks were gathering kids, bikes, skate boards, and all their trappings to return home and prepare to resume another work and school week.  And it’s time for us to leave nature’s solitude and go back to the din of the city.  
     When we departed Potato Creek Sunday, we went to Mishawaka, IN, to the Cummins Diesel Service Center to be ready for them at 7 AM on Monday morning.  Service was great and now our engine has a clean bill of health.  We left there Monday afternoon and drove to Elkhart, IN, to have our washer either repaired or replaced on Tuesday.  While we await the diagnosis, we went to Mishawaka’s Apple Store for an iCloud workshop.  We’ve never been able to get an “understandable” explanation from anyone on what that nebulous Cloud actually is so hopefully this evening we’ll know the washer’s life expectancy AND be able to explain THE CLOUD to inquiring minds.
     Again, we’re loving the RV life, the things we’re seeing and the people we’re meeting.
Till next time….
Bill and Laura Bender
Elkhart, IN

Pensacola – St. Petersburg 20 December 2014 – 21 February 2015

Better Nate Than Lever!

It’s very challenging to blog when we’re giving 1000% of ourselves and time to actually living it. There’s very little time or energy to recount it other than our quick Facebook posts. I’d much rather be outside playing than inside blogging.  Since we haven’t blogged in 4 months, I’ll try to not recapitulate.  That would be pedantic and quoting history so how ’bout just a skim over?

        Thanksgiving, my birthday, and Christmas were spent with children, grandchildren, and friends, making them special occasions for us. 


     We spent 10 weeks in Pensacola having our fly bridge total enclosure totally redone–strata-glass and all.  If you’re in that area and need canvas work, call Tony at Pensacola Canvas, who sets the gold standard for attention to detail and perfection.  My husband is  a difficult task-master when it comes to detail. I overheard Tony begging Bill’s pardon for being anal. Bill replied that that was indeed a compliment so they are two birds of a feather and were a perfect team. Tony has so much imagination, creativity, and was very collaborative. We are tickled pink! He even fabricated a storage area for our bikes so they no longer press against the canvas.
Tony’s Finished Artistry

     January 25th, a glorious day for cruising, was our Pensacola departure date. “Parting is such sweet sorrow.”  Farewell to Pensacola, son and family, and friends, fave haunts.  We hated to leave but we really must go.  Feeling and hearing water moving beneath our keels was sweet music to our souls.

     On our way south, we had the opportunity to have dinner with my college suite-mate and school teaching roomie, Joann, and her husband, Ron, in Shalimar/Fort Walton Beach/Destin—-our old stomping grounds.  

    

Our evening anchorage in Ingram Creek, FL. with no light pollution and the stars are magnificent!!!

    
     Isn’t this a placid scene! This is what our eyes beheld the morning of 27 January as we awakened, anchored in Parker Bayou, about 3 miles east of Panama City. This vision of the early morning mist hovering just above the water’s surface makes me want to heave a big sigh, kick back and inhale this new day’s freshness.


     Tonight we’ll anchor in the “suburbs” of Apalachiacola. I’m “all puckered up”, as the Southerners say”, for some big ol’ succulent oysters tomorrow.
Apalachiacola Oystermen
      Apalachiacola is a quaint and charming little village, crying out, “old Florida” and punctuated with beautifully well-maintained vintage homes. We drove a golf cart, marina courtesy, around the area to get the lay of the land, then took off on foot. Neither of us had been there before. We passed it by as we cruised north in the spring because the month didn’t have an “R” in it and not an Old Wives’ Tale either as I did a bit of research. My delicacy craving was quite satisfied at Boss’s Oyster House.

    
     Our crossing going north from Clearwater to Carabelle was long and boring but not awful–just not fun. Going south we left from Appalachiacola because Carabelle was such a poverty-stricken and depressed area to which we hoped never to return.  The trade-off  made our Gulf crossing a 24 hour trip almost exactly to the minute from our departure to our arrival in Dunedin. That trip kicked our fannies and we were totally fried!  Soon’s our lines were secured we went right to sleep, didn’t resurrect for almost 2 days and felt like zombies when we did. Sailing friends make overnight crossings often and think nothing of it. That was only our 2nd and hopefully our last although that’s the only way to get to Pensacola and the Panhandle by boat.

     In St. Petersburg, we were in the hub of activity.  We had a fabulous docent, Janice Embrey Brown, with 22 years experience in this museum/gallery.  She works only on Thursdays at 5 PM (incase you go there). She knows Dali (pronounced Daaa’-Lee) inside and out; wears a medium height shoe (heel) upside down on her head, covering her bun and has 6—all different colors. The shoe has the Dali “eye” on the back of it.  She pointed out aspects of his art that were amazing (and how I hate that word) and to the untrained eye, would never had seen had she not called our attention to them with her pointer.


This was in the Vinoy Hotel Parking Lot


     Chihuly has a magnificent gallery there and our docent was very knowledgeable. Of course our photos didn’t begin to do justice to his pieces. The Museum of Fine Art is just across the street and there are museums and galleries galore.  The Pinellas Trail has an access point right down town for cycling, running, walking, or skating.  Saturday mornings there are crafts, food vendors, fresh veggies—an all day event.  We went to a couple of concerts at The Palladium and on Sunday afternoons, one of the downtown churches offers spectacular performances.  The Duke Energy Center for the Arts, just a stone’s throw away, has performances/events almost nightly.  

     We LOVED St. Pete.  Probably my favorite thing was having a place to really swim. 

 The city has a gorgeous facility with a 50 meter and a 25 yard pool.  Tampa Bay laps at the seawall just beyond the pool deck. It’s been so long since I’ve had access to an outdoor pool with lane lines and a black line with T’s at each end.  I was in heaven.

   
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     Sadly, we left St. Pete noonish 21 February, despite digging in my heels, kicking, screaming and hanging onto the piling as we left our slip. We’ve lived aboard 6+years and are never any place too long but 18 days in SP was far too short. Of all the places we’ve been, this was probably the most difficult one to leave. Love the North Shore Pool, Pinellas Trail, galleries, museums, marvelous restaurants, etc.—and Publix so close and convenient. — at St Petersburg Municipal Marina.

Hopefully will continuing to catch up till I’m caught up!


Bill and Laura Bender



Small Victories Deserve Large Rewards

Today was boat project day. First, though, I emailed my colleague Chuck Kinzer to let him know I was ready for our book writing day tomorrow. Chuck is a professor at Columbia and he and Rita have a home on Birch Bay. We have a book that needs to be…

Beginning Our Boat Projects

Deb was still aching when we got up but she went up to the main cabin and I fixed a bit of light breakfast for us both. While Deb rested, I worked on blog entries for previous days on our trip to get caught up. I also did a bit of email and universit…

An Eventful Day


This morning we had breakfast at Old Town Café. A guitar player was playing really interesting Spanish guitar. When we returned to the boat, the mechanic was there ready to complete the work on the engines. He worked for a bit and then left for a part.
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Work on our Boat

Today we met with our good friends at Northwest Explorations about some of the issues that we had on our boat this trip. We developed a good plan for resolving things. They are great work with. (Continued…)

Roche and Friday Harbor

We got up and it was drizzling a bit. It stopped, though, by the time we walked up to breakfast at the breakfast/lunch place at Roche where we had a great breakfast. Then we went over to the grocery store and picked up a few things. I found a pair o…

Chemainus Wall Painting 2

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Chemainus wall painting 1

Wall paintings memorialize people and events from the town’s history. (View Post…)