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Foto Friday

DaveWoodenShoesWEBI’ve decided to fill in (while I’m pondering my pithier posts) with a few favorite photos from along the way.  This one of Dave in giant wooden shoes was taken in Pella, Iowa, which was founded by a Dutch minister who’d been banned from preaching his version of the Good Word in the Netherlands.  Fun fact:  Long before he wore cowboy boots, Wyatt Earp also (probably) wore wooden shoes here in the town where he grew up.

Finding Family

Garden1WebDuring our stay at Jones Pond Campground in western New York, the Fabulous Fifth Wheel sat at the edge of a meadow where we could look out at a garden a short walk away. It was the most beautiful spot in the campground.

A long path lined with cheerful Black-eyed Susans leads to a gazebo. Inside resting on a wicker table there’s a binder. Inside the binder is page after page, filled with poems, pictures and remembrances dedicated to a loved one who has passed.

This is the campground’s memorial garden.Garden3WEB

And particularly today, as we celebrate our 22nd anniversary together, it is a vivid reminder of how fortunate Dave and I are. We have a life filled with family and friends who love and support us just as we are. Not everyone is so lucky.

Each of the campgrounds we’ve visited so far is very much a community. Each has a large contingent of seasonal campers who spend every weekend at the campground, sometimes the entire summer, and camping neighbors become fast friends.

Garden2WebThe difference for some gay campers, is that in many cases those friends also become a “chosen” family to replace one that has turned away from them.

For us this campground was a beautiful, welcoming stop along our journey. For others it’s a beautiful, welcoming refuge from a world that isn’t always.

A Photog’s Eye on Western New York

Taking a cue from Calvin (of Calvin and Hobbs fame) I long ago abandoned belief in linear time. So you won’t necessarily see it reflected in this blog. During the point in our journey that we were in western New York, we had the good fortune to be near Rochester where our friend (and former B&B guest) Rob Boger and his partner Kevin Richardson live. Rob was kind enough to serve as our local guide for many of our excursions—and just happens to be an astonishingly talented amateur photographer as well. Here a a few of his terrific shots from our exploration together.

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Our first excursion with Rob was to Letchworth State Park, just a few miles from our campground. Rob’s shot here of one of several waterfalls that plunge into this massive canyon makes it clear why this place is called the Grand Canyon of the east.

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We also had the good fortune to be nearby when the New York State Balloon Fest filled the skies over Danville, New York. This is my favorite of Rob’s shots during the “glow” that took place on the first evening of the fest.

EastmanWEBBIGOur tour of Rochester with Rob included (of course) the George Eastman estate (and the adjoining International Museum of Photography). Just when I thought I was over touring the fabulous homes of rich people, I was riveted by the story that unfolded here of this brilliant man who made photography accessible to everyone.  This was his conservatory.

 

EagleWEBBIGThe other highlight of our Rochester Tour was ARTISANWorks, a 40,000 square foot renovated factory building, home to half a million wildly eclectic works of art, including this key covered eagle.

 

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We weren’t with Rob when he spotted this field of sunflowers on the way home from our last lunch together. But it was too cool not to include.

 

 

 

A Halloween Treat

When we visited our friends Bruce and John last week, their postcard-perfect town of Lambertville, New Jersey was already fully festooned for Halloween.  One local artist’s front yard in particular took ghoulish decor to an entirely new level. Bruce captured it all in a panorama shot that he was kind enough to share. Get thee to a good sized screen and enjoy. PanoramaWEB2

Our Day at the Supreme Court

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Some of our merry band of family and friends.

Okay, so there was a moment earlier this month when my faith waivered. Could it be that God really does like Pat Robertson better than me? Could it be that the great something out there somewhere really does listen to that scumbag’s prayers?

If you’ve been following along, you know that Dave and I took advantage of my home state of Iowa’s long legacy of of social justice and were married there this summer. But since it was the Supreme Court’s landmark decision that gave that marriage some real practical benefits for us after 22 years together, and since we were headed to D. C. anyway to see daughter Meredith, we decided that we wanted a ceremony in front of the Supreme Court building as well.

It was to be another small affair, just a few local friends, my daughters and some of Dave’s family members who wanted to celebrate with us but couldn’t join us in Iowa.

What fun it would be. The family would fly in, we’d tour the Smithsonian and the monuments, then we’d all taxi over to the Supreme Court for a brief, informal, (but no less meaningful) ceremony—followed by a gathering back at Meredith’s nearby home.

(Imagine foreboding music here.)

And then the government shut down (I won’t assign blame, that’s for another discussion) and the remnants of Tropical Storm Karen decided to stall off of the North Carolina coast—pumping one rainy day after another into the DC area.

Dave was so upset I feared he’d have a stroke before we could make it to week’s end.  The delightful celebration we’d envisioned seemed to have been washed away by a disapproving diety.

Oh me of little faith.

As it turned out—there was plenty for the family to do when they arrived. The fascinating Federal Reserve was open just down the street from the family’s hotel (they make money, so I guess they’re not dependent on congress.) Arlington Cemetery was of course open, and perhaps a somewhat rainy day is the best time to appreciate this tribute to those who’ve served.

The National Cathedral was open as well, which despite its name, receives no government funding. “If you’ve ever doubted the separation of church and state,” quipped the tour guide, “Please note that we’re open.”

While I may question some folk’s conclusions about the culprit for the National Park closures, I must admit we benefitted from the “storming” of the monuments on that Sunday and the removal of the barricades.

When the day of the celebration arrived the forecast still included a 40% chance of rain. It drizzled all morning as we made final preparations for that night, moving things inside from the planned courtyard party.

And then the rains stopped.

We grabbed our umbrellas just in case, and cabs to the Supreme Court building.  The guards smiled as are small group gathered near their guardhouse.  A couple of Japanese tourists stepped right up and joined our merry band with their cameras.

And our dear friend and Unitarian minister Charlie commenced to marry us…again.

Faith restored. Off to the party.

A Fond Look Back at Galveston

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Just down the road from Galveston is the Butler Longhorn Museum that tells the story of these remarkable creatures. Dave hanging here for a second with The Duke.

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A flawlessly framed beach view from the elegant lobby of historic Hotel Galvez.

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I’m not an amusement park guy, but Pleasure Pier was a delight just to look at from the seawall at night. This photo is courtesy of the Galveston tourism folks.

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And at the Lone Star Flight Museum, this is the bomber referenced in the story.

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There are more than 20,000 historic structures in Galveston that have survived the hurricanes that pummeled the island over the years. A bit about why in the story.

 

It was spring when we were in Galveston and the cemetery hadn't yet been mowed.  From a little neglect..something beautiful.

It was spring when we were in Galveston and the cemetery hadn’t yet been mowed. From a little neglect..something beautiful.

This month I had the chance to share one of the early adventures in our trek with the readers of Country Roads Magazine. I made the case for why one would choose Galveston as a beach destination over the prettier beaches on the Florida panhandle.  Here’s one of the arguments from my story:

“…while lots of beach resorts offer aerial views of the waters below from parasails, but how many offer you a birds-eye view from a vintage WWII bomber?”

You can read the others HERE.

And here are some of my favorite pix from that visit that didn’t make the online edition.

Sensational Saugatuck

This was my favorite view of the harbor.

This was my favorite view of the harbor.

This was my last drive in the early morning light into Saugatuck. Down the winding road through Campit, the campground that was our home for the month…shafts of fog-filtered light dappling the lovingly tended seasonal campsites, my favorite of which had vintage trailers surrounded by landscaping worthy of full time homes. Past the Hambone Café where over the course of the last month I suspect I ate dozens of blueberry pancakes, topped with house-made blueberry sauce. Past a string of u-pick it farms from which the blueberries for those pancakes came and where now the peaches are ready for plucking. Past the flea market where we scored a tiny rattan elephant to accompany us on our journey. The perfect souvenir from this stop. Past rows and rows of towering blue spruce that make me feel like it’s always Christmas here.

We had the stunningly designed outdoor patio at Zing all to ourselves the morning I had this amazing Dutch pancake.

We had the stunningly designed outdoor patio at Zing all to ourselves the morning I had this amazing Dutch pancake.

Past the restaurant Zing, where we’d have their patio all to ourselves on Saturday morning for a brunch, because as our server observed “Nobody in Saugatuck gets up before noon.”  On past the turn for Douglas, Saugatuck’s twin village where we’d hang in the town park drinking cider from the local mill and listening to bands at the Thursday night town social. And where we’d pick up our mail. After our first visit the postal workers knew who we were and made us feel like locals. Then across the bridge over the Kalamazoo river covered in mist from the morning chill. (Yes my southern peeps, it’s chilly here on August mornings.) Past the most beautiful farmer’s market I’ve ever visited, where every booth was an art installation created from local produce and where I bought my first Armenian cucumber.

Even the public bathroom was part of Saugatuck's art colony vibe.

Even the public bathroom was part of Saugatuck’s art colony vibe.

 

The streets of downtown are lined with shops and restaurants housed in bright bungalows

The streets of downtown are lined with shops and restaurants housed in bright bungalows.

I've been to lots of farmer's markets and never seen Armenian Cucumbers before.

I’ve been to lots of farmer’s markets and never seen Armenian cucumbers before.

It wasn't until that last morning that I finally saw the historic chain ferry inching its way across the harbor.

It wasn’t until that last morning that I finally saw the historic chain ferry inching its way across the harbor.

Past the harbor boardwalk lined with the boats of the beautiful people, and finally to my favorite morning hangout, a coffee shop that roasts its own beans and bakes its own scones. It’s hard to imagine how our next stop could be as magical as this one.

But somehow, I suspect it will.

In Praise of Pachyderms

BigElephant“You have an elephant for sale?” interjected the bewildered couple sitting next to us. They’d overheard our conversation at lunch a few days before we were set to close on the sale of our B&B and begin our new nomadic life.

“We do,” Dave answered with a grin. The elephant in question had quietly stood guard in the corner of our parlor for the last eight years. But sadly, even though he was made of wicker, he was too bulky to come along on our adventure.Elephant

So off he went to guard a neighbor’s house. And off we went to explore the world.

But we missed him. Life just isn’t the same without a guardian with big floppy ears and a flexible nose.

So you can imagine how excited we were when we spotted this little fella at the Saugatuck flea market yesterday. The perfect petit pachyderm to pack along. (Sorry I couldn’t help myself.)

Gay campgrounds really are a bit more fabulous.

Cute before...

Cute before…Fabulous after.Fabulous after.

This vintage beauty has been even more accessorized since I took this picture.

This vintage beauty has been even more accessorized since I took this picture.Nothing complements a classic vintage camper, like a classic vintage car. Nothing complements a classic vintage camper, like a classic vintage car.

If this guy didn't win the annual Christmas in July decorating contest, there is no justice.

If this guy didn’t win the annual Christmas in July decorating contest, there is no justice.

 

Waterfall

Nothing makes the old campsite feel like home like a waterfall out back.

The hydrangeas up this was are stunning this time of year.  But the birdhouses add that extra dash of panache opposite this campsite.

The hydrangeas up this was are stunning this time of year. But the birdhouses add that extra dash of panache opposite this campsite.

Here at Campit, our home for the month near the charming (albeit touristy) Lake Michigan resort community of Saugatuck, the seasonal campers put a measure of panache into their weekend getaway campsites that we just haven’t seen anywhere else.  Here are a few of my favorite examples.

Pigs. Corn. Equality.

It was Dave's first trip to the Iowa Capitol too.

It was Dave’s first trip to the Iowa Capitol too.

“Well it’s about time,” the tour guide quipped when I explained that although I grew up in Iowa, lo these many years later, this was my first time to see its state capitol building.

The dome is just as impressive from the inside as from the outside.

The dome is just as impressive from the inside as from the outside.

And what a palace of a statehouse it is. 330,000 square feet of marble floors, hand-painted frescos, Italian tile murals and hand carved woodwork. All topped with a huge dome covered in 23 karat gold leaf.

Dave and I looked at each other and had exactly the same reaction: How did they convince a bunch of frugal farmers to do let them build this?

One of the panels from the display in the State Historical Museum detailing Iowa's long history of social justice.

One of the panels from the display in the State Historical Museum detailing Iowa’s long history of social justice.

At the state historical museum next door, there was a particularly inspiring exhibit which reminded me that, besides frugality, Iowans have another core value:

A long history of social justice.

In 1839 when a Missouri slave owner came to retrieve a slave from Iowa, its supreme court ruled “No man in this territory can be reduced to Slavery.” The U.S. Supreme court later overturned that ruling.

In 1869 Iowa was the first state to admit a woman to the bar.

My alma mater The University of Iowa was the first public university to grant a law degree to a woman (1873) and to an African American (1879), and the first to put an African American student on a varsity  athletic squad. It also had the first female college newspaper editor in 1907 and was the first state university to recognize an LGBT student organization.

There was at least one moment of frugality in the capitol building. Iowa got a great deal on this bronze after it was rejected by Illinois officials for their capitol because it was too scantily clad.

There was at least one moment of frugality in the capitol building. Iowa got a great deal on this bronze after it was rejected by Illinois officials for their capitol because it was too scantily clad.

In  a case before the court in 1868, the Iowa Supreme Court held that “separate” was not “equal” and ordered an African-American admitted to the public schools. This effectively integrated Iowa’s schools 96 years before the federal court decision, Brown v. the Board of Education in Topeka, did the same thing.

The first permanent mosque in North America was built in Cedar Rapids.

In 1939, while most of the world still turned its back on Jews attempting to flee the Nazis (including the U.S. government) the tiny Quaker community just down the road from where we’re camped this trip created a hostel that took in 186 refugees.

Yes, Iowa's first ladies were all clones. At least the dolls depicting them are in this display of inaugural gowns at the capitol. The display was First Ladie Billie Ray's idea, and the dolls were all cast from a mold of her face. The real Billie Ray is the one with the fur and the saucy hairdo.

Yes, Iowa’s first ladies were all clones. At least the dolls depicting them are, in this display of inaugural gowns at the capitol. The display was First Ladie Billie Ray’s idea, and the dolls were all cast from a mold of her face. The real Billie Ray is the one with the fur and the saucy hairdo.

 

 

And of course, four years ago the Iowa Supreme Court ruled that the state’s constitution did not discriminate against any of its citizens, including same sex couples—making it one of the first states to embrace marriage equality. Wedding

And so it is that while we’re on this stop of our journey—Dave and I have chosen to exercise that right. We were married this afternoon in the historic Johnson County Courthouse.