Sam and Liz

Sam and Liz
Sam: 2013 Suzuki V-Strom DL650 ADV Liz: 2013 Kawasaki KLR 650

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

My Darling Isabella, Gone But Not Forgotten

Always by my side



My girl and I have been through alot over the years.  As I reflect on our time together I have concluded she has been more than a pet.  I think she became a service type companion.  She got me through some pretty tough times in my life.  For those that do not know Izzy and I, we spent most days together.

When I feel stressed and or a little ill, I like to get out and walk.  Sometimes throughout my city other times out in the forests and miles of hiking trails.  All the while Izzy was by my side.  All 80 pounds of her.  For extended hikes she even had her own backpack.  Except while on sidewalks rarely did she require being leashed.  I had trained her all the basic obedience commands. And she knew them well.  She really just wanted to be with me anyway.  She had no desire to stray.  Even on a forest trail she'd rarely wonder out of eyesight.  And if she did a short whistle of mine would send her scrambling back to me.  On the Conservative side I calculated we walked or hiked about a 100 miles a year together.







She was a regular helping out with trail work for our snowmobile club.  We spent many days out on the trails clearing, signing, fixing bridges.  Always keeping an eye on things but ready to retrieve a stick at any moment.  I don't think she ever really understood why we tossed the sticks off the trail.  Often she'd grab one we just tossed off the trail and we'd need to remind her to leave it.  "We are not playing now Izzy".  At any moment she would find an appropriate sized throwing stick and toss it at one of the guys to sucker him into throwing it a few times for her.

She learned to ride in the back of the ATV 



And shotgun in the Side By Side UTV.


One of the guys
Once a year a group of us guys I've know since forever get together for our guy camping trip.  Izzy was the only chick allowed. Many times we camped at a very primitive site.  It was always nice have a big dog on watch for us.  Always up for a walk, hike, or swim.  Ate what ever we were eating which was usually very good.
What turned out to be a day-long expedition looking for a
WWII area plane crash in the ADKs.


Izzy had her paws full trying to keep the Sams under control. 


















Anyone who knows me and saw me out would expect to see Izzy sprawled out on the deck of my SUV.  I never even used the back seat.  They have always been folded down with a blanket covering the deck for my Izzy.  Her normal was head out the window as we cruised the roads of Central NY.  My Son said it best "She did more and went more places in a week than most dogs do their entire lives".   No matter where we ended up, running errands, visiting, or just looking for adventure Izzy was with me.  I could leave all the SUV's doors unlocked and would leave all the windows down.  I'd tell her I'll be right back.  She'd never leave the vehicle.  Always knowing I'd return for her.  When I finally did return, I'd sit down and say "are you still here".  She'd sarcastically moan and grown at me with her ears back and freakishly long furry tail swinging.  I always felt sorry for the person I parked next to knowing when they returned there was a good chance they would experience a little cardiac distress.  Many times they'd return to their car to be met by a low sometimes loud "WOLF".  Several times throughout the years I was close enough I had to apologize for my car's alarm system.  I'd explain it's occasionally very sensitive.


Not willing to give up her ball to eat, she figured a way.

I've literally always had a dog in my life.  Most have been smart but Izzy wasn't just smart, she was intelligent.  She could figure things out.  You could watch and see her thinking.  If she wanted something another dog had, for example our other dog Frosty would be on their bed or their favorite spot on a chair.  If Izzy wanted that spot, she'd go to their basket with their toys and bones.  Pick out something (usually a ball) drop it on the floor far enough away which to entice Frosty to jump up to get it.  Izzy would then casually walk over and lay on the bed or chair. Worked every time!

Izzy helped break the ice while getting to know my wife Liz.  I brought Izzy on our first "date".  We met at a diner for coffee.  I advised Liz inside the diner She had to meet Izzy who was waiting out in the truck.  Liz isn't the type to scare easily but I think she may have been taken back a little by being sized up from an 80 pound German Shepard. Izzy sniffed and carefully gave Liz the once over then promptly headed to the nearest tree, plucked a stick and brought it to Liz.  Well, Liz was Izzy approved!

I saw many instances of Izzy being able to help me through some rough times over the years.  Not sure how intentional it all was.  I just know looking back how helpful it was at the time.  She encouraged me through her gestures and vocalizations to get up and go out when I really didn't feel like doing anything.  But, once out and walking or playing fetch I'd instantly feel better.  There would be days when I'd look at her and tell her "I don't feel good today" and she'd pick a location in the room to lay down and just watch me.


Yesterday I lost a my Izzy Girl.  My companion for over 11 years.  She succumbed to cancer.  By time I noticed signs it was too late.  This dreaded disease had probably been festering within her for over a year.

Like a true great dog she never showed signs of slowing until the past few months and I didn't think much of it.  Kinda figured it was her old age catching up with her.  Heck, I could sympathize! Then finally her difficulty breathing brought us to the door of in my opinion a really good veterinarian.  He was very patient and compassionate.  Advising of the severity and spread of the cancer throughout Izzy's chest cavity along with prognosis and options.  Needless to say I was devastated.  I knew my life would be changing without this special dog in it.  I looked the Vet in the eye and asked what would you do?  He paused, it was obvious he was searching his feelings and thoughts for the right words.  He finally advised, knowing there is no cure only treatment to prolong her life up to maybe several months he would humanly euthanize her.  He continued that in no way did I need to but that's what he would do because he would not be able to handle the emotional roller coaster of knowing what the inevitable end would be and return for the procedure.

I was not prepared to return home without my Izzy.  So I decided to return home and watch her for at least another day.  The Vet assured me anytime I made the decision to come back.  No extra charges for visits would incur.  Just for the procedure.  Not that I was concerned about the money at this point, I think he was just trying to be sure I didn't do anything I wasn't ready for.

I kept her home three more days and finally made the heartbreaking decision.  At this point Izzy had not eaten in four days.  Having difficulty breathing she was obviously suffering.  I stayed up with her one night and could hear gurgling and wheezing from within her chest as she struggled to breath.  She could no longer physically follow me or exert the energy to reposition herself within the house to keep an eye on me, however whenever I was within eye sight she would lift her head, pant to breath, and just stare at me.  We spent hours of her last days gazing into each other's eyes as we both knew each others pains.

























At least we understand and can comprehend what has happened.  Frosty and Izzy had become close over the years and company for each other.  I do believe Frosty looked up to Izzy to make the call on dog type decisions like when to go out, when to bark as well as things not to do.  She relied on Izzy to keep her warm as on most of their morning outings I'd find Frosty curled up almost on top of Izzy for warmth.  When we returned yesterday without Izzy we noticed Frosty sitting watching the front door.  Many times when Izzy and I returned Izzy would linger out on the front lawn for awhile before coming back in. So it wasn't unusual for me to enter without Izzy.  But eventually I'd be letting her back in, RIGHT?  Then later while on the front porch I saw Frosty gazing out through the porch railing as if she was looking for Izzy.  We all will miss her!

I don't care if anyone ever reads this.  It's been very therapeutic for me to remember just how great this friend of mine was.  I will never forget all she has done for me for as long as I live.  If there is another step to our existence, I'm hoping to see my Darling Isabella again someday on the other side.

Thursday, September 20, 2018

It's The Maine Event




We love our rides out to Maine.  I mean, who doesn't love Maine?
This is our third trip to Maine together.   Maine has everything to offer - from it's rocky coast, to it's mountain forests.  Wildlife swimming in and flying over the coastal waters, to the critters - some small, some huge - roaming the forest.   Yup, Maine is a great state to visit, and one of the few I'd ever consider moving to.
What makes it even better for us, is having a couple of really great biker, outdoor adventurist friends to visit and share our time with... John and Liz (no not my Liz).

This trip we tried to keep track of the places we ate and what we had, as well as the places we stayed.  We'll do a personal review and include links at the end of this post.

Our adventure to Maine started with a detour to Nanuet, NY for a charity ride benefiting women in need (United Women Of Rockland).  Hosted by Hudson Valley Harley-Davidson.

Leaving a day early gave us time to explore southeastern New York State.  By the end of the three hour ride, we were just 70 miles from New York City.  Really nice area, but an area where it started to get a little too congested for us.

Riding and exploring back roads are what we love about our adventures!  This day we rode past a huge stump with a park around it.  Looked interesting, so via our communicators, I advised Liz I was making a u-turn to investigate.  Walking up to the huge stump, I commented that tree must have been near 300 years old.   I wasn't far off as it was 316 years old at the time it was cut down. (read more)




In Front of The Balmville Tree

The Balmville Tree Park
We continued to explore the area, eventually running into the Hudson River.  Looks a lot different from the Hudson I'm more familiar with - 200 miles north in the Adirondack Mountains. My son and I have kayaked the source of the Hudson on Lower Duck Hole about 300 miles up river from our pictures below.  We loaded our kayaks onto a horse drawn wagon.  A great adventure, one I highly recommend.

The Hamilton Fish Newburgh-Beacon Bridge

Hudson River with the Catskills Mountains

Beacon Ferry on the Hudson River

Taffiny and Liz






Stopped for dinner at a friend's restaurant who we met at Ketofest in Connecticut last year.  Taffiny works alongside her husband, preparing fresh Italian dishes at Paradiso Pizza Parlour. Look for our review below.

















SOS members Meet & Eat
We spent the night at a motel, then met with Liz's biker chicks from Stilettos On Steel for breakfast at the Stony Point Pancake Factory.  A quick breakfast, and we followed the pack to Hudson Valley Harley-Davidson. I've been to a few other rides and this was the best yet.  They had a live band and real food.  The ride they brought us on was nice.  They led us through some areas I wouldn't have known existed in that area. Very rural and woodsy. My guess is we skirted the Catskill region.  (Short Video).
And yes - we were the only dual sports!

Good turn out. Probably double what are in the picture.


We left the bike event, heading north on the Taconic Parkway, and managing to stay just above the rain.  After an hour or so we were on the back roads of Massachusetts, heading for a campsite we'd chosen.  We love seeing what all the little towns have to offer - we would not ride another highway until after Maine! We rode through Williamstown, Massachusetts which is home to a private Liberal Arts college. Boy, talk about your snowflakes!

North Adams, Massachusetts
Dinner was at Desperados, a great Mexican restaurant in North Adams.  North Adams has quite an interesting history going back to 1745.  It's apparent by the now vacant, very old store fronts and large buildings it was once a booming industrial center (for its's time).  It is nice they have kept these old bits of their past.  Hopefully they can fill the old storefronts once again.


North Adams, Massachusetts

North Adams, Massachusetts


Clarksburg State Park, MA
We camped out in the cold New England night pitching our tent at Clarksburg State Park.  Temps dropped to around 50, but we stayed comfortable in our tent and down sleeping bags.

Clarksburg State Park, MA



Wilimington, VT
We packed up early and headed out under still cool, partly cloudy skies. I was surprised that we were only a few miles from the Vermont border.  Following Vermont's route 9 East, we passed several vintage motorcycles. We pulled over for breakfast and to watch what seemed to be an endless flow of vintage bikes ride by.  Liz (very excitedly) realized they were participating in the Motorcycle Cannonball - a cross country ride for bikes older than 1929.



Liz whips out her phone to tell everyone about it!















Participants of the Motorcycle Cannonball

Participant of the Motorcycle Cannonball

Participant of the Motorcycle Cannonball
and first rider ever to ride coast to coast on a square tire.😉

Participant of the Motorcycle Cannonball







Vermont's Route 9 happens to also be the Molly Stark trail.


Riding out of Vermont and into New Hampshire, I started to feel a little ill.  Not sure what set it off, but as usual it never gets better only worse.  So two choices, stop and sleep it off... or push on and enjoy the ride. Yup, let the wheels roll! 

Turns out my navigation skills this trip, along with my health, are off.  We totally missed our first planned stop.  I found this unique website Atlas Obscure.  It has some great ideas for stopping on our trips, exactly the kind of things we like to investigate.  The first was the Bellows Falls Petroglyphs (also this link).  Who knew we had any in the North East?  Still not sure these are real, though (read the link).  With the harsh climate of Vermont, New Hampshire area how long could one of these last out in the open and on the side of a river?  Seems not long.  But, it will have to wait for our next trip to be investigated since we rode past them and didn't realize it until we were many miles away from them.  

I handed the navigating reins over to Liz for the rest of the day.  She did manage to navigate us to our second Atlas Obscure location.  Sculptured Rocks - river formations dating back to the last ice age were beautiful and interesting.
Sculptured Rock Natural, Area New Hampshire

You can see the shoot on the right. 
How long would it take to erode that much rock?

Flakes of a shiny rock/ mineral littered the ground.

Sculptured Rocks Natural Area, New Hampshire





So much to see. Just need to take the time and open your eyes.
Sculptured Rocks Natural Area, New Hampshire
Sculptured Rocks Natural, Area New Hampshire
Sculptured Rocks Natural Area, New Hampshire






























Following this stop, I was really starting to feel whipped!  It was probably getting to the point of it being unsafe to ride.  Liz had wanted to camp, but apparently she could tell I needed to stop soon.  She found a really nice place not far away - have I said how much I love this girl!!!

The good nights sleep paid off, as the next morning I felt like I could conquer a mountain! Good thing, as our friend we were heading to in Maine sent us an interesting route - down Hurricane Mt. Road!
"HURRICANE MT. ROAD, South Chatham - from Rt. 113 S. Chatham, NH to Kearsarge, NH.
About 15 minutes from Whitehorse. The closest NH comes to the Alps. The 2-3 switchbacks on the west side are steep; the whoop-de-do’s on the east will send you airborne if not careful. Watch speed! Go east to west, turn around, & ride it back."
We of course rode it west to east, and only the one way.  The road is paved, however is only seasonal and only open to standard motor vehicles.  No RVs or tractor-trailers.  There's no way they'd make it up this road!  We've ridden up taller mountains, but this route has the longest, tightest, steepest grades we've yet to encounter.  Don't miss a gear or upshift prematurely.  There's no stopping on some of the inclines, I can't imagine how you'd get moving again if you did.  Thank you John, for suggesting such an amazing route!

Looking back over the White Mountains saw some funky clouds

There's my girl! 💕

After a quick breakfast, we hit the road to see yet another unique item.

Can You Hear Me NOW!

When in the neighborhood, how can you miss the worlds largest crank phone!


Worlds largest phone in Bryant Pond, Maine

Worlds largest phone in Bryant Pond, Maine

Later that evening we arrived at Steve's house.  I heard from a fellow adventure rider he was at his place in Key West.
Stephen Kings House Bangor, Maine
 Liz wouldn't let me ring the doorbell. 
Stephen Kings House Bangor, Maine

I don't know why, but I always get excited crossing the Penobscot Narrows Bridge to get to the east coast of Maine. It really seems like an engineering marvel.  I'd love to see it broken down in a model, and see how the weight is distributed between the wires and the two towers. 



Day two in Maine and we found our first lobster shack for lunch.  It really wasn't much more than a shack but, the lobster was good.  Soft shell was in season.  Soft shell lobster is available only once a year just after the adult lobsters molt and grow their new shells. Their meat is sweeter just after molting.  We've had both soft and hard shell before but never at the same time for comparison. 

Front Row: Hard Shell, Soft Shell
Back Row: Liz

I was suspicious of any taste difference, but the soft shell was definitely sweeter.  Of course, I knew which one was which - next time, blind taste test.



 
My snowmobiling friends and boaters know we have an issue with ethanol in our fuel and any two stroke engines.  This station in Maine found a way to get past all that.  They have "Enriched" ethanol fuel.  It's all in the presentation!

At Our Friends and Gracious Hosts House John and Liz

At Our Friends and Gracious Hosts House John and Liz

At Our Friends and Gracious Hosts House John and Liz

At Our Friends and Gracious Hosts House John and Liz
Make note:  If your cell phone carrier is AT&T you may have very spotty cell service and limited 4G.  I did not have any 4G most of our time in Maine.  Liz has Verizon.  Her coverage was fine most of the trip including Maine.

On Wednesday, we spent the day in the ocean in sea kayaks. John is a certified Maine guide.  He's been out many times and seems to now the area and water well.  He broke out the nautical charts the night before to show us where we'd be exploring.  If you are in the area look him up at Port Clyde Kayaks and Stand Up Paddle.  Ask for Big John for your guide.

You know you can trust your guide when the nautical maps come out.
The route we took.  About 6 miles. 
























Since I cant decide which photos to display from our kayak trip I decided to display them all in the attached slide show.


Thursday we where treated yet again, to a personal guided tour by John.  Only this time on land by bike. (Liz was very excited she got to hang out with another KLR owner!)
Blueberry Fields

Found some dirt.
Me, John, Liz
























While Liz was busy investigating the rocky shore beneath the lighthouse I met a local artist.  Lisa Kyle was in the process of painting the lighthouse.  From what I saw she seemed to be pretty good.  Check out some of her pieces at https://lisakyle.com/






Our next stop would be at Schoodic Point.  A great place to sit and watch the ocean.






 Black Dyke or Dike is always interesting to see.  It's where vein of magma seeped up and cooled. I think it'd be considered a very old rock.




Some wave action I recorded on my SLR and Liz recorded on her phone.  


Our parking spot had a KLR exit.
A special thanks to John and Liz of Maine.  They opened their house to us and took us to a great restaurant.  We're so glad John could be our personal tour guide - hopefully (John's) Liz can join us next time!


Friday we left John and Liz (not my Liz) and headed south for the capital of outlet stores, Freeport Maine.  We had already hit two of the four LL Beans in Maine.  But this was the queen of them all.  Along with many MANY other outlet stores.  It was well worth the stop as we both left Freeport with some (steeply discounted!) new  threads.

Liz had been wanting to visit Salem Massachusetts for a few years now so we worked it into this trip. We reserved a camping site at Winter Island camp ground.  Just a few minutes drive from downtown Salem.  Made camp and went off to explore.
I awoke to two young raccoons using our tent as their slide.  They left their little paw prints.







Our Haunted Footsteps Ghost Tour Guide
Most touristy things like museums where already closed for the day expect for the Haunted Footsteps Ghost Tour.

The only ghost to make an appearance that night.

Old Town Hall
The Old Town Hall is the earliest surviving municipal structure in Salem 1816-17.


Hippies

The Witch House
The Witch House has ties to the 1692 witch trials.

The "ghost" tour wasn't bad by any means.  It was entertaining and had some historical value.  I am a huge skeptic regarding ghosts.  I try not to be too logical with these things but it's difficult for me.  For example, in one instance our guide refers to a particular spirit which appears and upon further investigation this spirit was wearing the same dress she was buried in.  My brain spins it around and asks, how do her clothes come back with her?  Shouldn't she be naked?  He also encouraged our group to take pictures as we may catch a ghost in a picture.  I've been an amateur photographer for 38 years.  Took some photography classes in high school and college.  Have taken both film and digital SLR pictures all over north america, including in a few supposed haunted locations.  I have yet to find anything on my picture I can't logically explain.  If your eye can't see it, without some special additions, your camera won't see it either.  So it would have had to been really spectacular for me to really appreciate this "ghost" tour.  I'd like to go back during the day and take one of their history tours.  They also have specialty tours as we both really like the history of the area.

Saturday we packed our iron horses, grabbed a handful of throttle and burned the tar.  Headed for the interstate and made great time.  One note on our ride home, if you ever drive on I95 to I90, do not worry too much about speeding.  65 is really 80, 55 is 75, work zones nonexistent.

In all we tore through 1800 miles of our North East / New England country side. We enjoyed every single minute of our last trip of the season!