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Trans-Canada Trip – 2009 October 5, 2009

Posted by Kim in Camping, My Trip Logs, Photos, Travel, Uncategorized.

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Earlier this year, I was recruited by my cousin Tommy to help move his 36 foot Airstream trailer from where he had been keeping it near Palm Springs to his current home in Tampa, During the planning stage, we decided it would be much more fun and adventuresome if we were not to just travel I-10/I-75 directly to Tampa. Say, something different… like head north then follow the Trans-Canada Highway east to Nova Scotia than continue south hugging the east coast back to Florida.

Mid June, I flew west meeting Tommy in Las Vegas where he and the trailer picked me up on his way to his brother Bing’s house in St. George, UT. After a two week plus visit while waiting for Tommy’s son Danny to receive his passport and join us, we head west where we planned on following the Pacific coast north to British Columbia then on to Novia Scotia. One other person would join us before we leave St. George… Megan. She happened to be visiting Bing and Betty when we arrived and asked if she could possibly tag along for the trip. A final crew is fixed. There are four of us… Tommy, Danny, Megan and me (Kim). A reasonable number considering the size of the trailer and truck (crew cab pickup).

I had hoped to keep a trip log while traveling but failed to do so. I did manage to document our trip with photographs which I have posted as set (album) on my Flickr site. The images are in chronological order and I have annotated a few to establish location. Clicking on the above collage will take you to the album.

One final note regarding this trip- After over 7 weeks on the road and reaching only as far east as mid Ontario, we decided to drop down into Michigan, visit Charlivoix (where both Tommy and I had spent some time when we were kids) then head south back home to Tampa. We will save the 2nd half of the trip for another time. It seems we wanted to spend extra time in almost every place we passed through. There is just too many beautiful vistas in North America and rushing through them without spending time to enjoy just doesn’t satisfy ones craving for adventure, or for just “Being There”.

For those interested, link here for a map of our route.


A Night to Remember (or Forget?) April 1, 2006

Posted by Kim in Camping, Fishing, Old Photos.
Anclote Key Camp

Anclote Key Campsite...

It was sometime in the mid 70’s, as I recall, that some friends and I planned a camping trip to Anclote Key located in the Gulf of Mexico near Tarpon Springs, FL. The camping party consisted of five adults, three children, three German Shepherds and enough camping gear and other supplies to provision a small army. It was to be a week of fishing, swimming and relaxation. When we left the dock in our two nineteen foot boats… with only inches of free-board above water, I am certain anyone observing would have had serious doubts about us getting to our destination without sinking. However, as it was one of those beautiful calm summer days we have here in Florida, we had no problem reaching our destination. (This calmness will have a significant impact on the outcome of this story.) While we had spent many day trips to the key to fish and swim, this was our first overnight trip. The north end of the island had a large grove of Australian Pines and we chose this area to set up camp. It was a beautiful camp site with dense shade that would help protect us from the fierce Florida sun. As it was high tide, we were able to navigate the boats into a shallow bay behind the island and beach them within 50 yards or so from where we would set up the tents. Life is good.

Once the camp was in order, Mike, James and I grab our rods and head for the shallow sandbar extending from the north end of the island in hopes of finding supper. The girls and kids decided to stay behind and do the beach thing. It was probably about 3 hours before sundown when we set out. Fishing was good as I recall… each of us catching several large speckled trout; keeping a few for supper. The sun was below the horizon as we made our last casts and headed back to camp. As we approached the camp (it’s almost dark now), we see everyone, dogs included, in the water. We expected to find them in camp preparing supper waiting for the fish. It was not a happy crowd we see as we approach. Before we reached them, they were yelling something about mosquitoes and sand gnats (no-see-ums). They said they couldn’t remain in camp… even for a few minutes. It seems most of the pests were under the trees where we had set up camp. Thinking they were being a little over sensitive, we go into the camp and find they had not been exaggerating. Imagine your body itching and burning (all over), with your brain yelling at you that you MUST scratch every inch of your body RIGHT NOW, and you might get some idea of our situation. Why not try insecticide? We did. We had probably brought a gallon of the stuff with us. We used what we had in short order with little or no effect. It might have helped keep most of the mosquitoes at bay but had no effect on the sand gnats. Someone suggested they had heard that kerosene would work so we even tried smearing some of that on our bodies. Didn’t help… and now we smelled like a petroleum distillery. What to do! We certainly couldn’t stay there under those conditions. We could leave, but checking the boats, we find it is now low tide and they are high and dry as is the bay. Using them is out of the question. It is better on the beach but “they” are there too. The best solution seems to be in the water… neck deep in the water. Did I say it was a completely calm night? Not a breath of breeze and a full moon rising. A breeze would have kept the sand gnats at bay, at least on the beach. Four adults, three kids and three dogs spend the night neck deep in water. James elects to bury himself in his sleeping bag under the sand on the beach.

With the dawn, the bugs are gone and the tide is up. Imagine five adults and three kids , with dogs under foot, going through the camp grabbing “stuff” and marching to the boats throwing it in and returning for another load. (Was that whimpering I heard as I passed others going to-and-fro? I certainly wasn’t doing that was I?) So ended our camping trip to Anclote Key… What a night to remember!

Me & Tarpon March 24, 2006

Posted by Kim in Fishing, Old Photos.
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I guess I will post a few more old photos while I become more familiar with this Bloging thing. This one, as I recall, was taken around 1957 while we were vacationing on Indian Rocks Beach, FL… something we did almost every year back than. I was fishing just offshore on this calm summer morning when a tarpon took the pinfish I had suspended about 3 feet below a bobber. I was using light tackle intending to release any Tarpon I might catch. I learned that day, however, that the long, protracted fight often required to catch a large fish on light tackle can kill the fish anyway… as it did here. That’s me holding the fish. I was really unhappy about killing such a beautiful fish especially one that isn't even eatable. I did make an attempt to revive it but to no avail.

Papa, Kids & Shark March 21, 2006

Posted by Kim in Old Photos.

This is my first attempt at setting up and using a Blog and as such is really a test-bed. My initial trial will be to insert a photo within this text and see the results.Papa, Kids and Shark
This is an old photo taken in the side yard of my house on Cordova Ave. in Ft. Myers, FL in the early 50’s. Left to right… Tommy, Richard, Bing and Papa. Everyone is looking at a small shark we had caught that day in the Caloosahatchee River just down the street from my house. As I recall, we had set out a hand line (Parachute rope?) overnight in hopes of catching something bigger. On occasion we would see very large sawfish cruising along the seawall there.