Cargo Room

I walked by this camper today and surely this has to have been customized for Burning Man. I’ve never seen so many cargo boxes on one vehicle before! I count 10 cargo boxes! there were a couple of bikes and a scooter on the back, sorry I didn’t get a pic. This thing could be loaded up with a massive amount of stuff, and has custom window shutters! Continue reading

Modes of Transportation

A Southwest 737 ready to take to the skies in Oakland.

I just got back from flying to Idaho to go mountain biking again. I just can’t stay away from Tamarack Resort! The trails are awesome!

I figured that since I was back from an amazing and long road trip in a motorhome, I should try to ride every form of transportation I could within a week. So I got a ride in a car to the ferry and then I took a train to catch a bus. I then rode a plane and got a ride in a car to ride a bike. The ones I think I missed were:

  1. motorcycle
  2. horse
  3. camel
  4. piggyback

Can anyone thing of others I should have taken?

I think Southwest is doing an awesome job in this economy. I like knowing that at least some companies are doing a good job of keeping the customers happy. Being able to book flights and know what price I’m going to pay, regardless of if its two weeks out or 6 months in advance, makes me more confident and interested in continuing to travel. Its interesting to see how they are able to play smart in this time of $100 barrels of oil. How do they do it? Hedging fuel. Oh and with the other airlines starting to charge for baggage, Southwest has guaranteed my loyalty by not adding to the shenanigans that I already have to go through just to get to the gate.

When I’m not traveling in my 8 mile-per-gallon 1000 mile-per-smile motorhome, any trip I take in an airplane will be with Southwest Airlines. Ding!

Watching the sun rise from Cloud 9 in Idaho.

A well oiled machine.

this is not my foot.

this is not my foot.

What’s the secret to a good road trip? Keeping everything oiled up and running smooth. I’ve now gotten my generator fixed (the starter was stuck) and gotten my muscles fixed (driver’s elbow). Vicky, at Jefferson Street Day Spa in Napa (one of the best things about Napa IMHO), took care of me yesterday.

I should have gotten one from her earlier in the trip, but I couldn’t afford to fly her to wherever I happened to be. I think it was Boise, Idaho where I first realized I needed a massage after hitting the mountain bike trail pretty thouroughly. An hour and a half massage was perfect! I’m going to have to try the sauna next time, I hear that works pretty well.

Back in the land of grapes.

Somebody braver than I on a downhill trail at Northstar.

Somebody braver than I on a downhill trail at Northstar.

Last weekend I stayed at Northstar Resort in Truckee, CA. I took the dogs for a hike on Saturday, and went biking on Sunday. They were having a race on Sunday, so that was pretty cool to see. I wanted to compare Northstar to the other places I had biked on this trip. Their website said they stopped running the bikes on the chair lift on September 1, so I was pessimistic that it would still be going. It was still going – I was really thrilled to get to enjoy Northstar this summer. I had been up two years ago and the jumps and technical ‘features’ had scared me out of my gourd – I stuck to the fire roads. This year, since Tamarack had shown me the way of the fun, I totally hit every type of trail I could find – Northstar has a plethora of choices. It was really fun, but a bit more rocky than Tamarack. I definitely understand the need for the extra suspension you get from a downhill bike – am I going to buy one? No. But I will rent one this weekend at Tamarack and see what it’s like!
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Art Gallery of Graffiti

At a place called Tonopah Junction along US 95 in Nevada, there is ruins of the salt harvesting equipment and buildings from the Rhodes Salt Marsh. Some enterprising people have turned it into a graffiti art gallery! These are some very cool looking graffiti, even though its probably historic concrete, though no one seems to care, because there is not even a historic marker near the site describing the stuff.