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This Land – Florida: Part III (cruisin’ the keys)

So… here we are… watchin’ the Northern weather forecasts, thanking our lucky stars for a sustainable groove here in the Southern tip of Florida. Now, Ronnie absolutely hates urban traffic snarls, especially in new territory. We’re close, but not really in the vortex of Miami. Traffic’s still a tangle in rush hours, but Ronnie says he’s getting used to it. We found a fantastic library and reasonable provision outlets. Life may not be Island time, yet, but we’re only 3 hours from Key West. All things considered, conditions couldn’t be much better as weather has been a balmy 55 to 78. The best part…? No skeeters… 😉

So… The Keys? Ya… we took that drive last weekend… here’s the report:

THE GOOD: Imagine a place where the Margaritaville state of mind isn’t just a Jimmy Buffett song, but a freakin’ way of life. Welcome to the Florida Keys, loopers, where Tevas are formal wear and the most pressing decision is whether to have your Key lime pie on a stick or in a graham cracker crust. (Pro tip: get both, you hedonist). And the water? So turquoise and clear it looks like a cement pond built for Jed Clampett himself. Fish practically jump into boats, begging to be fried up with a side of hush puppies. And the sunsets? Forget about it. Like Poseidon took a paintbrush dipped in mango and fire and just went wild across the sky.

THE BAD: Of course, paradise has its price, and in the Keys, it ain’t cheap. Be prepared to shell out some serious clams for a condo that’s smaller than your first apartment. And speaking of shelling out, if you get seriously ill, well, let’s just say the medical facilities here are about as advanced as a World War II field hospital. Oh, and did we mention the hurricanes? Mother Nature throws a tantrum every now and then, and when she does, those pastel-colored houses go flying like confetti in a wind tunnel.

THE UGLY: Remember that turquoise water? Yeah, well, sometimes it’s teeming with more tourists than fish. Think Spring Break on steroids, but with more retirees in Hawaiian shirts. SIDE NOTE: We paid retail therapy visits to Wal Marché, Targé, and the nearest indoor shopping mall. NONE of the locals wear Hawaiian shirts. And good luck finding one on the retail racks. Result? Wherever we go, Ronnie looks like a freaking tourist. Which… he totally is…. LOL. Anyway… mosquitos in the summer? We’re told these aren’t your average backyard biters, oh no. These are kamikaze skeeters, dive-bombing your ankles with the fury of a thousand tiny vampires. Bring industrial-strength repellent just in case, or you’ll be itching like a fiend in a flea circus.

WHO’s WHO in the KEYS?
Papa Hemingway: Yeah, the big kahuna himself. He lived and wrote here, probably with a daiquiri permanently glued to his hand. His house is now a museum where you can practically smell the testosterone and typewriter ribbon. By the way cat lovers, the Hemmingway House is home to nearly sixty of those furry buggers. Many of them have an extra toe.

Tennessee Williams: The playwright who brought us “A Streetcar Named Desire” also found inspiration in these steamy islands. Maybe he was drawn to the drama, or maybe he just liked the cheap margaritas.
Jimmy Buffett: The patron saint of flip-flops and frozen concoctions. He didn’t exactly hail from the Keys, but he sure made a career out of singing about them.

WHAT to SEE CRUSIN’ the KEYS?
Dry Tortugas National Park: Seventy miles west of Key West, this place is like stepping back in time. Think pristine beaches, crystal-clear waters, and a Civil War-era fort. Just watch out for the ghost of Dr. Mudd.
Bahia Honda State Park: This is where you go to find that classic postcard-perfect beach. White sand, swaying palms, water so clear you can see your toes even when you’re up to your neck in it. It’s enough to make you ditch your shoes and never wear them again.

BELIEVE IT or NOT:
Island rebellion? Key locals once broke away from the US like those Texans threaten to do whenever there’s a Democrat in the White House. They call their movement, “The Conch Republic” That’s right, the Keys once seceded from the Union. Well, sort of. It was a protest, but they still have their own flag, their own currency (the Conch Dollar), and their own wacky sense of humor.

Fantasy Fest: Imagine Mardi Gras, but with more body paint and fewer inhibitions. This annual festival is a celebration of all things weird and wonderful, and it’s definitely not for the faint of heart.
Underwater Music Festival: Where else can you listen to Bach while surrounded by coral reefs and tropical fish? This quirky event is a must-see for any music lover with a sense of adventure.

So there you have it, loopers. The Florida Keys, a glorious, messy, hilarious, and utterly unique slice of paradise. Just remember to pack your sunscreen, your sense of humor, and a whole lot of cash. And if you see a guy in a Hawaiian shirt riding a bicycle with a margarita in his hand, that’s probably just Wimpy channeling his inner Jimmy Buffett. Offer him a cheeseburger on Monday. He’ll gladly pay you Thursday.

Onward through the fog… RH

From Saint Auggy……
To Tallahassee…
You’ll see the fire ants..
Prolificacy…
And like the bears in…
Yellowstone grassy…
Don’t look FL Man in the eye.

This Land: Florida (part II)

Ok… confession time...

Ronnie thought, since we were pressed for time, we could get by with only one Florida post. So we took a shortcut, leaning on Ronnie’s memories of Florida. A bit dusty, those memories, like faded postcards from a bygone era. Back when Daytona Beach was the epicenter of spring break bacchanalia, before the revelers migrated to Panama City, seeking new shores for their timeless rituals.

But then, waking from an overnight stay in Tallahassee enroute to Mobile, AL, Ronnie opened his news feed to reports of Ol’ Man Winter reaching tentacles into his Midwest stomping grounds. This awakened a realization. Specifically, the point of this tour was to avoid any and all extreme weather, a comfort priority for van-life vagabonds.

Ah, but there’s the rub. In this digital age, consistency is king. To vanish for weeks is to be forgotten, swallowed by the insatiable maw of the internet. So, we stay. Florida, it seems, is too vast to be consumed in a single bite. There’s plenty to see, do, and write about as Ronnie has no plans for leaving till it warms up a bit up North.

Now, for geography-minded loopers, Tallahassee is in the panhandle, East of St. Augustine, our first Florida stop. Well, that’s in the North, and we needed to be heading South, waaayyy south, in order to avoid all hints of Ol’ Man Winter. So… yea… we had to backtrack a bit, but now heading in the right direction. Spring Hill was the first stop enroute to Key West, all the while hoping for the best for our friends and family up North.

Anyway, it turns out, Ronnie’s plan to visit all 48 contiguous US states in a rolling studio apartment christened “Rocinante” has been done (and published to some acclaim), more than once. The Steinbeck version literally featured a tricked out pickup truck named… Rocinante. Now, more confessions. Ronnie was not aware of Steinbeck’s “Travels with Charlie” before 2024. And Heat-Moon’s “Blue Highways” was only a back-of-the-mind inspiration for Ronnie’s 5th music album of the same name. Truth told, he had not read Heat-Moon’s volume till hitting the road on our Hot Springs or Busk tour.

Actually, the inspiration for naming our van Rocinante came from the Netflix series, “The Expanse“. A multi-season series that delves into a rich tapestry of philosophical themes. Just a few examples would include social inequality, with vast disparities between the “Inner Planets” (Earth and Mars), the “Kuiper Belt,” and the outer colonies. Inequality that fuels conflict and raises questions about resource distribution, social justice, and the exploitation of marginalized groups. Sound familiar? Another theme explored by the series is the nature of humanity. The Expanse explores what it fundamentally means to be human. It questions whether our nature is inherently good or evil, and how we might evolve or adapt in the face of the unknown.

These are just a couple of the many themes explored by the series. Ronnie has seen the whole thing twice, he’ll probably watch it again cursing the numbskulls who canceled it. This is not to downplay the influences of Heat-Moon or Steinbeck’s road trip meditations. Both are masterful explorations of the hopes, dreams, and unique character of the people encountered off the “beaten paths” as it were. Heat-Moon called those back roads “Blue Highways” because of how they appeared in road atlas’ of the day. In Travels with Charlie, Nobel laureate, John Steinbeck makes a point of staying off the busiest highways in order to get the raw scoop from the people inhabiting the countryside. Both works chocked full of detailed dialog sequences from those encounters in diners and rest stops.

Ronnie, in contrast, is coming from a different angle. More an inner exploration, sharing windshield time with audio versions of Steinbeck, Camus, Dostoevsky, and Dickens’ takes on these universal themes with showers, meals, and sleep cycles provided by Cracker Barrel, and Planet Fitness.

And what does any of this have to do with Florida…? For those attuned to current events, these human challenges are alive and well here, as they are nation wide, but with Florida, the examples are much louder and prouder (think “Florida Man“). For example, Florida faces significant environmental threats, including rising sea levels, increasingly severe hurricanes, and the degradation of crucial ecosystems. These issues are exacerbated by rapid development and a history of prioritizing short-term economic gains over long-term sustainability. Environmental issues often become politicized, with disagreements over the role of government regulation and the balance between economic development and environmental protection.

As for Tribalism and Prejudice, Florida, like many places, grapples with historical and ongoing issues of racism, discrimination, and social inequality. These issues often manifest in disparities in education, healthcare, and economic opportunity. Sad but true, minority communities often face systemic barriers, and tensions with law enforcement. They also face incidents of racial profiling and police brutality which contribute to mistrust. Political rhetoric and divisive language and policies can aggravate existing divisions… and these days, politicians are saying the quiet parts out loud and proud.

And Florida’s leadership has a mixed record on these issues. While some initiatives promote environmental protection and social justice, others have been criticized for intensifying existing problems.

Yea… challenges… but until Greenland melts, Florida has some of the most bodacious beaches in the world. Come see it while you can. We’ll be here at least till Ol’ Man Winter retreats back to where he belongs.

Onward through the fog… RH

From Saint Auggy……
To Tallahassee…
You’ll see the fire ants..
Prolificacy…
And like the bears in…
Yellowstone grassy…
Don’t look FL Man in the eye.

This Land: Florida

Ok, Loopers, next stop, Florida, that dangling chad of a state, where the sun shines so bright you half expect to see Jesus himself waterskiing across Tampa Bay! Now Ronnie has some personal experience with the sunshine state. There was that six week high-tech bootcamp in Daytona. There was that corporate convention/retreat in Orlando, and Ronnie also has friends living in various Florida locations, Ft. Myers, Miami, and some little town in the panhandle. That’s right, Ronnie is uniquely situated for van life. He doesn’t have to hunker down for the winter or desperately scrounge for shade in the summer because he has friends and family from Washington State to Florida… and speaking of…

THE GOOD: Florida, where the manatees are loose, and so are the tourists. And beaches? Oh, they got beaches, miles and miles of ’em, the kind of white sand beaches that make you wanna ditch your shoes and do the Macarena, even if you don’t know how. Springs bubbling up from the earth like some kind of primordial jacuzzi, clear as gin and twice as refreshing. Everglades? Yep, got those too, a swampy wonderland where alligators lounge like they own the place (and they probably do). Wildlife galore, from pink flamingos strutting like they’re on a catwalk to manatees cruising along like underwater blimps.

And the weather? Forget about it. It’s like Mother Nature cranked the thermostat to “eternal summer” and then lost the remote. No state income tax either, which means more clams for your pocket and more margaritas in your belly. Theme parks? They practically invented the things. Disney World, Universal Studios, places where dreams come true (or at least your credit card takes a serious hit). Toss in some cultural diversity, a dash of history, and a sprinkle of those warm mineral springs in North Port, and you got yourself a cocktail of a state. Oh, and don’t forget the colleges, little intellectual oases scattered across the landscape like so many palm trees.

THE BAD: But hey, even paradise has its downsides. Like hurricanes, for instance. Those swirling cyclones of doom that can turn your beachfront condo into a pile of matchsticks faster than you can say “Margaritaville.” Then there’s the humidity. The kind of humidity that makes your hair frizz up like you stuck your finger in a light socket and your clothes cling to you like a lovesick octopus. And let’s not forget the environmental concerns, the creeping threat of rising sea levels, the pollution, the constant battle to preserve what’s left of this fragile ecosystem. It’s enough to make you wanna trade your flip-flops for a pair of waders and join the Sierra Club.

THE UGLY: Now, brace yourselves, folks, because it’s about to get real. Traffic. Congestion. Gridlock. Call it what you want, but it’s the kind of automotive apocalypse that makes you wish you’d invested in a helicopter. Cars piled up like a demolition derby, horns blaring, tempers flaring. It’s enough to make you want to abandon your vehicle and join a colony of hermits living in the Everglades. And then there’s the high cost of living. Rent, mortgages, groceries, it all adds up faster than a politician’s promise. Suddenly, that dream of owning a beachfront bungalow starts to look about as realistic as a unicorn riding a rollercoaster.

WHO’s WHO? Florida, land of sunshine and eccentrics. Hemingway, the literary lion, holding court in Key West with a daiquiri in one hand and a marlin tale in the other. Marjory Stoneman Douglas, the environmental crusader, fighting to protect the Everglades with the ferocity of a mama bear defending her cubs. Literary seminars in Key West, where wordsmiths gather to dissect prose and pontificate on the meaning of life. And the music scene, a veritable melting pot of sounds. Lynyrd Skynyrd, belting out Southern rock anthems that make you wanna raise your fist and chug a beer. Tom Petty, spinning tales of heartbreak and highway dreams. Creed, with their angst-ridden grunge, and Yellowcard, adding a punk rock twist. Jim Morrison, the Lizard King himself, leaving a trail of poetic chaos in his wake. Ariana Grande, the pop princess with a voice that could melt glaciers. And Zora Neale Hurston, weaving her literary magic with words that paint a vivid picture of Florida’s soul.

So there you have it, loopers. Florida, in all its glory and its grit. A state of contrasts, a land of extremes. Case in point, the apparent grip Christion Fundamentalists have on the state’s politics. At the same time, voters enthusiastically embrace morally ambiguous leaders such as Matt Gaetz and Donald Trump. Cognitive dissonance at its finest. Anyway, love it or hate it, you can’t deny Florida is one hell of a wild ride.

Onward through the fog… RH

From Saint Auggy……
To Tallahassee…
You’ll see the fire ants..
Prolificacy…
And like the bears in…
Yellowstone grassy…
Don’t look FL Man in the eye.

This Land: Georgia

We’re holed up in a backwoods Georgia ranch, a relic of the Old South, guests of generous kin. Ronnie Hays is nursing a hangover from a Thanksgiving feast that would make a Kentucky Colonel blush. The pièce de résistance? Peanut butter pie!? Yeah, you heard right. A peanut butter pie. Only in the Peach State, where they grow enough peanuts to choke an elephant.

Rocinante, our trusty mount, was overdue for a shoe’n. New rubber, wheel covers, the whole nine yards. And while she rested, Ronnie busied himself working his chops and scribbling lyrics, trying to channel some cosmic inspiration. But the real question was whether the music gods would smile on us and grant a spot at South by Southwest. Only time, and a lot of caffeine, would tell. And if not, oh well, we were able to get a tour the Allman Brothers’ Big House museum. Now… we could go on and on about the rich and enduring musical legacy born in the great state of Georgia and it’s quite a list. But, for Ronnie’s money, the big bang was right here in this Macon Georgia Big House and the Allman Brothers Band.

Meanwhile, the Deep South has been a mixed bag weather-wise. We’ve had more cold snaps than a polar bear’s dream. Ronnie’s been wrapped tight in his mummy bag, snug as a bug in a rug. The propane heater, our only salvation, has been a fickle mistress. We’ve had a few close calls with insomnia and claustrophobia. But hey, that’s the price you pay for van life, right?

So, here we sit, waiting for the next chapter to unfold. Whether it’s a sunny beach in Florida or a frozen swamp in Louisiana, we’re ready to ride. Or at least, we’ll be ready once we figure out how to keep this damn propane tank full.

Anyway, Georgia, a state of contradictions, a tapestry woven with threads of beauty and blight. A place where the sweet tea flows as freely as the sweat during a humid summer day. A land of gentle giants and fiery tempers, where the past echoes in the present, and the future remains uncertain.

Unfortunately, Georgia’s wonders don’t include naturally occurring, publicly accessible hot springs. It’s a cruel twist of fate, a geological oversight. But fear not, for relief can be found just a short drive away in the neighboring states of North Carolina and Tennessee, where bubbling hot springs beckon weary travelers.

While Georgia may lack geothermal wonders, it more than makes up for it in intellectual capital. The state boasts a diverse range of colleges and universities, each a beacon of knowledge and aspiration. From the serene campuses of Agnes Scott College and Berry College to the bustling urban centers of Emory University and Georgia College & State University, Georgia offers a wealth of educational opportunities.

And let’s not forget the literary giants who have graced Georgia’s soil. Flannery O’Connor’s childhood home in Savannah, a relic of the past, whispers tales of the South’s gothic heart. Margaret Mitchell’s birthplace in Atlanta, a city of dreams and disillusionment, echoes with the romantic saga of Scarlett O’Hara. The poet Sidney Lanier’s home in Macon, a quiet sanctuary of the soul, still resounds with the rhythms of his verse. And Savannah, a city steeped in history and haunted by the ghosts of the past, offers a literary pilgrimage for those seeking inspiration.

THE GOOD: Georgia, a land of natural beauty, where the coastal marshes reflect the sky and the Appalachian Mountains commune with the clouds. A place where the gentle rolling hills of the Piedmont Plateau cradle the soul. And the people! Warm and welcoming, they’ll make you feel right at home, even if you’re a stranger in a strange land.

The cost of living, a gentle breeze compared to the hurricane of other states. Affordable housing, reasonable taxes, and a laid-back lifestyle. It’s a place where dreams can take root and grow. And the job market, a bustling metropolis of opportunity, offering a diverse range of careers in technology, healthcare, and logistics.

The food, a symphony of flavors, a culinary masterpiece. From the classic Southern comfort food to the innovative fusion dishes, Georgia’s dining scene is a feast for the senses. And the natural wonders, a breathtaking spectacle. Amicalola Falls, a cascade of crystal-clear water, plunges into the depths, a testament to nature’s raw power.

THE BAD: But like all earthly paradises, Georgia has its flaws. Atlanta, a city of ambition and aspiration, is also a city of traffic congestion. A daily gridlock that can test the patience of even the most saintly commuter. And the summer heat, a relentless force that can turn even the most temperate individual into a sweaty, irritable mess.

THE UGLY: There’s a political divide that cleaves the state in two. A battleground of ideologies, a clash of cultures, a constant source of tension and turmoil.

Yet, despite its challenges, Georgia has produced some of the greatest minds and talents the world has ever known. Martin Luther King Jr., a beacon of hope in a world of darkness. Jimmy Carter, a man of peace and integrity. Hank Aaron, a baseball legend who broke barriers and shattered records. Maya Angelou, a poet and civil rights activist whose words continue to inspire. And Tyler Perry, a filmmaker and entrepreneur who has shattered stereotypes and defied expectations.

So, there you have it, Georgia: a state of contrasts, a land of beauty and frustration, a place where the past, present, and future collide in a chaotic, beautiful, and often baffling mix.

Onward through the fog… RH

In the Peach State…
You find a full slate…
You see at winter’s gate…
You’ll need a warm plate…
Screw up your Zen State…
For Atlanta freeways…
And don’t forget…
The peanut butter pie.

Below the Earth – Above the Sun: The Bionic Blogger

A few days ago, i stumbled upon a digital mirage, a phantasmagoria of AI-generated imagery that sent shivers down my spine (see below). These spectral apparitions, purportedly depict John Prine and Bonnie Raitt together at a 1970 folk music festival. As you can see from the real 1970s image, the AI version is nowhere near accurate. This is a stark reminder of the rapid adoption of artificial intelligence creating “deep fakes” designed to alter history. At first glance, the images were mildly compelling because they kept appearing in my news feed. And as we know from real, even recent history, a lie repeated enough times can take hold in the public’s imagination, eventually seen as truth. Yet, a closer inspection of this particular deep fake reveals a grotesque parody of reality.

Bonny Raitt & John Prine — AI Abomination

Now, i’ve long been a devotee of digital tools, embracing their potential to enhance my creative process. In fact, before the COVID/RONA pandemic, i considered myself an optimistic “5th Estate Evangelist”. From cloud service audio mastering, to grammar checkers, and voiceover generation using my own voice as a model, AI has become an indispensable part of my workflow. And now, with the exponential improvement of AI-generated imagery, i venture further into this brave new world. But the specter of inauthenticity looms large, casting a shadow over the application of these powers.

It’s a strange paradox, this symbiotic relationship between human and machine. We rely on AI to augment our abilities, to extend our reach, to expedite our tasks. Yet, we risk the atrophication of our native creativity, in the process, becoming mere conduits for the algorithmic output of distant server farms simulating the creative power of their human users.

The abovementioned deep-fake creepfest is a reminder; as we navigate this increasingly complex digital terrain, we must remain vigilant. We must not allow ourselves to be seduced by the siren song of technological disassociation. We must cultivate critical eyes, ears, discerning minds, and a heapin’ helpin’ of skepticism.

In the end, it’s the human touch that gives psychosocial relevance to our work. It is the cultural perspective, the emotional depth, the idiosyncratic style that sets us apart from non-human forms of sentience (animal or machine). Let us not sacrifice true human qualities on the altar of efficiency. Let us embrace the imperfections, the quirks, the idiosyncrasies that come with messy humanity. We should do everything we can to see AI as no more or less than a collection of tools available to help us reach our own creative potential in faster, more evocative ways.

And so, i shall continue to tread a cautious path, balancing the allure of AI with the enduring force of my uniquely creative impulses. I will strive to create material that is emotionally evocative, informative, inspiring, engaging, and thought-provoking. In addition, i will strive to maintain authenticity, a connection to my unique synergy with the real world.

Onward through the fog… Ron, Rohlfie, and Ronnie Hays

This Land: Arkansas

Arkansas, the Natural State, is a curious juxtaposition of backwoods charm and surprising sophistication. It’s a place where towering pines meet sprawling Walmart parking lots, and where the echoes of Johnny Cash’s mournful baritone mingle with the twang of a bluegrass dobro.

Here are a few impressions as we ease into Hot Springs or Busk, Phase IV:

THE GOOD: Arkansas is home to several natural hot springs, many of which are open to the public. The most famous is Hot Springs National Park, which features 47 naturally occurring springs. Other notables include those found in the Ouachita Mountains and the Ozarks. Arkansas has a rich cultural history as well, with several famous landmarks. These include the boyhood home of Johnny Cash in Kingsland, the birthplace of Al Green in Forest City, and Billy Bob Thornton, born right there in Hot Springs.

For outdoor enthusiasts, Arkansas features mountains, forests, lakes, and rivers. The Ozark Mountains and the Ouachita Mountains are particularly popular for hiking, camping, and fishing. The Buffalo National River is widely regarded as the state’s best natural sightseeing location. This scenic river is renowned for kayaking, canoeing, fishing, and hiking.

As for the cost of living. Arkansas is generally lower than the national average, making it attractive for families and retirees, residents are known for their warm and welcoming hospitality. A big plus is the rich culinary tradition, with dishes like barbecue, catfish, and fried pies. Arkansas cuisine is a hearty affair that will satisfy even the most discerning palate. And don’t forget the sweet tea, a beverage so beloved by Arkansans that it’s practically a religion.

Arkansans are a hearty breed, known for their hospitality and their dry wit. They’ll welcome you with open arms, but don’t be surprised if they also give you a sideways glance and a knowing smirk. It’s a state where folksy wisdom and modern cynicism coexist.

As for famous Figures, there is quite a list: Bill Clinton, Johnny Cash, Levon Helm, Glen Campbell, Douglas MacArthur, John Grisham, Mary Steenburgen, and many more.

THE BAD: Arkansas has one of the lowest education attainment rates in the country, access to quality healthcare can be limited in some parts of the state, and the state’s infrastructure, particularly its roads and bridges, is in need of improvement. The state is a patchwork quilt of contradictions. It’s home to the serene beauty of the Ozarks and the eerie allure of Hot Springs National Park, a place where time seems to slow down and the earth itself steams. Yet, it’s also a place where poverty and opportunity often clash, a place where the past clings to the present. While the state’s natural beauty is undeniable, its infrastructure can be a bit of a rollercoaster ride. The roads, especially in the rural areas, can be as winding and unpredictable as a post-pandemic general election. But hey, that’s part of the charm, right?

THE UGLY: While Ronnie & Rocinante noted a fairly easy trek through the urban centers of Little Rock and North Little Rock, there are plenty of snags due to ongoing road construction. That said, less populated areas of the state can suffer from limited resources to health care, education, and infrastructure. This reminds us of a song found in the Harry Smith collection of American folk music. A ditty called “My Name is John Johanna” sometimes known as “The State of Arkansas”. The song tells the story of an unfortunate young man who finds himself appalled at the living and working conditions in Arkansas. The state of Arkansas was admitted to the Union in 1836. This song draws on fairly typical frontier stereotypes, Arkansas being a largely untamed wilderness during the mid-19th century.

My name is John Johanna, i came from Buffalo town. For nine long years i’ve traveled this wide wide world around. Through ups and downs and miseries and some good days i saw, But i never knew what misery was ’til i went to Arkansas.

To be fair, conditions in Arkansas are significantly improved since the 19th Century. Ronnie has family from the state and they are doing quite well. But, as earlier indicated, there are still areas for improvement. Even though many in the urban centers are enjoying upper-middle class to straight up opulent conditions for modest prices as compared to states like California, New York, or Washington State.

So, if you’re looking for a place where the ordinary meets the extraordinary, where the past and the present collide, then Arkansas might just be the place for you… Its natural beauty, affordable living, and friendly people make it an attractive place to live, work, and visit. However, the state also faces challenges in areas like education, healthcare, and infrastructure.

Onward through the fog… RH

You got your good days…
You have your bad days…
In Arkansas…
You found your getaway…
From the bubblin’ hot springs…
To winding country roads…
Life here is ah la Natural.

This Land: Oklahoma

Oklahoma, the Sooner State, is a land where the contrasts are as stark as a prairie sunset against a storm-laden sky. It’s a place where the Wild West still whispers in the wind, where oil gushes beneath the earth, and where Dust Bowl ghosts haunt the plains.

Imagine a state that birthed the Black Wall Street, a testament to Black prosperity, only to see it crushed by the racist fury of a mob. Yet, today, it’s a tapestry woven with threads of Native American heritage, African American resilience, and the hopeful dreams of countless immigrants.

THE GOOD: There’s the soothing embrace of hot springs, including the Chickasaw National Recreation Area in the foothills of the Arbuckle Mountains; the intellectual rigor of some of the nation’s top-rated universities, including Northeastern State, Rogers State, and Southwestern Oklahoma State; literary landmarks, including the Will Rogers Memorial Museum in Claremore, the Oklahoma City National Memorial, and the Oklahoma Historical Society whispering tales of the past. Finally, the Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge is widely regarded as one of the most stunning natural areas in Oklahoma, offering breathtaking scenery, including mountains, prairies, and wildlife.

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Sooners are also known for their warm hospitality and friendly demeanor. Though the Texas caveat applies to the “Bless your Heart” expression. That phrase can cut either, or both ways. Another positive for Oklahoma is their affordable cost of living. Compared to many other states, Oklahoma is relatively affordable. As well, Oklahoma has a rich Native American heritage celebrated through various cultural events and attractions.

THE BAD: Oklahoma is prone to extreme weather conditions, including tornadoes, droughts, and heat waves; Oklahoma’s economy is heavily reliant on the energy sector, which can be vulnerable to fluctuations in oil and gas prices; some areas of Oklahoma have higher crime rates than others; in some parts of the state, there may be limited job opportunities.

THE UGLY: Oklahoma has been described as a “prison capital”, in the upper 90% incarceration rate of any US state, and by comparison, higher than the incarceration rates of any country in the world, El Salvador excluded. Many of them, women. In a 2023 report, The Sentencing Project highlighted Oklahoma’s “Failure to Protect” law, resulting in survivors of abuse facing longer sentences for allegedly failing to protect their children from harm more than the person who committed the abuse. Talk about Orange being the New Black.

Oklahoma is a land of extremes. Tornadoes dance across the sky, droughts parch the earth, and the heat can feel like a furnace. Its economy, tied to the volatile world of oil and gas, can boom and bust like a gambler’s fortune. And then there’s the ugly truth: Oklahoma is in the upper percentile for incarceration, a place where justice often seems race and gender biased. Yet, from this crucible of contrasts, Oklahoma has forged a unique identity. It’s a land of country music legends, baseball heroes, and story tellers who have shaped the nation. It’s a place where the past and the present collide, where hope and despair intertwine, and where the human spirit endures.

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Overall, despite it’s checkered and tragic past, Oklahoma is a state with a lot to offer. While it still has its challenges, it also boasts a vibrant culture, natural beauty, and a friendly atmosphere.

Onward through the fog… R.H.

Tornado Alley…
And the Bible Belt…
Oklahoma…
A culture smelt…
A land of contrasts…
A land of joy and pain…
This land…
Gave us Woody G.

This Land: New Mexico

So… planning for the Arizona visit, we acquired gear for Grand Canyon hiking: waffle stompers, wicking shirts, loose shorts, and a camelbackpack for emergency provisions. Also, we did some cursory research looking for a moderate difficulty day-hike, instructions on how to get to the trailhead, and a checklist of what to expect.

The plan was to do the hike, write the Arizona post in the Flagstaff mall food court. After that, give the Colorado Springs peeps a heads up as we were planning to head back to Hays via Grand Junction, Colorado Springs, then the home stretch, with Hays arrival in the last week of October.

Well… as they say about the best laid plans… some minor changes and a couple lessons learned:

LESSON #1: It became apparent the Flagstaff mall was not going to allow overnight parking, so we did some Flagstaff-specific Googlin’ and discovered the wonders of Cracker Barrel. A bit off the beaten path, but OMG, Boondocker’s heaven. We did kinda know that already, but wow, so nice to be able to sleep assured the 2:00am parking lot security knock wasn’t coming. As a gesture of gratitude, we made a point to patronize their business leading to another OMG moment. Cracker Barrel is the MASTER of “comfort food.” And there we have it, another option for 24/5 PF towns.

LESSON #2: The Fila waffle stompers turned out to be stealth “cruel shoes”. He kinda got that notion on the Grand Canyon “Bright Angel” hike, but it all came crashing into awareness like the Kool Aid man on the New Mexico hike. Oh, by the way, the itinerary changed, slightly. We took a detour to New Mexico before heading back to Colorado. Once landing in Albuquerque, we decided to take on an intermediate trail (Embudito) and take it all the way to the peak summit. Did we make it? Hell to the no. Did we give it the ol’ college try? Sure, and this is where Ronnie FIRED the Filas. His pinky toes, both of them, were screaming for 6 of the 8 miles we managed to cover. But no shame… it was a semi-challenging hike, and toward the end, Ronnie’s knees (those whiny little punks) were singing harmony with the pinky toes. He resolved to engage the shoe experts at REI in order to replace the cruel shoes with trail hikers a little less inclined to torture the wearer. We’ll see, but not today… still recovering.

Anyway… New Mexico, a state known for its stunning landscapes, rich history, and vibrant culture, offers a unique blend of experiences.

THE GOOD: New Mexico is home to numerous natural hot springs, many of which are publicly accessible. Some of the most popular include Ojo Caliente Mineral Springs, Ten Thousand Waves, and Gila Hot Springs. These geothermal wonders offer relaxation, rejuvenation, and therapeutic benefits. As for higher learning, NM boasts several excellent small to medium-sized colleges, providing quality education and a more intimate learning environment. New Mexico also has a rich literary heritage, with several famous authors and literary landmarks. Georgia O’Keeffe Museum in Santa Fe is a must-visit for art enthusiasts, and the Bandelier National Monument, where author D.H. Lawrence once lived, offers a glimpse into the region’s history and natural beauty.

THE SUPER GOOD: New Mexico is widely praised for its diverse landscapes, including the majestic Rocky Mountains, the arid deserts, and the enchanting forests. The state’s rich cultural heritage, influenced by Native American, Spanish, and Mexican traditions, is also a major draw. Additionally, New Mexico’s friendly and welcoming people, as well as its affordable cost of living, make it an attractive place to live and visit. For example, Carlsbad Caverns National Park is an underground wonderland featuring a vast network of interconnected caves, including the iconic Giant Dome, which is one of the largest stalactite formations in the world. And New Mexico has produced many famous figures throughout history, including artists Georgia O’Keeffe and Billy the Kid. Other notable individuals include author D.H. Lawrence, scientist Albert Einstein, and astronaut Neil Armstrong.

THE BAD & UGLY: Isolation, some parts of New Mexico can be remote, with limited access to amenities and services. This isolation can be a challenge for those seeking a more urban lifestyle. As for the weather, New Mexico enjoys a pleasant climate for most of the year. That said, the state can experience extreme weather conditions, including hot summers and cold winters. Additionally, the state is prone to droughts and wildfires.

And the economy? New Mexico’s economy has historically faced challenges, with a reliance on industries such as oil and gas, tourism, and government. The state has been working to diversify its economy and create more job opportunities. Overall, New Mexico offers a unique and rewarding experience for those seeking adventure, culture, and natural beauty. While the state has its challenges, its many positive aspects make it a desirable place to live and visit.

Onward through the fog… R.H.

You got those speed bumps…
In Albuquerque…
They sneak up on you…
And you’re a turkey…
But please remember…
Browsing Taos Galleries…
Sometimes a rose is just a rose.

This Land: Arizona

Arizona is a diverse state with a unique blend of natural beauty, cultural heritage, and modern amenities. Ronnie’s personal history with the state is mixed. There’s driving through the state to get to California, there’s a semi-regrettable period in his professional life where he was tasked to help establish a new branch office of architects and engineers for the firm he was working for in the early 2000s. And finally, there’s his October, 2024 trip to the awe-inspiring Grand Canyon.

Now, Ronnie wasn’t new to arranging IT resources for architects/engineers. He’d done it successfully in Salt Lake City. But he quickly found a drastic difference with the locals. The Utah folks earnest, straight forward, and basically, nice. The Arizona folks (Scottsdale), commonly transplants from all over the world. Ronnie encountered Scandinavians, Brits, New Yorkers, various Latinx mixes, cowboys, Native Americans, etc.. These people tended quite a bit less collective-minded and a lot more individualist. To the point of straight-up criminality. A couple examples occurred before the office was even furnished. To start, the firm’s designated office manager had two laptops stolen from him, one of those from the hotel room he was temporarily housed in, the other from the yet unfinished office.

The second example, and though not proven, was a suspected inside job where the still unfinished office was broken into with two flat-screen videoconferencing display panels lifted along with various other office supplies of relative value. One of the newly employed engineers had a boyfriend in the AV business. But hey! She wouldn’t dream of allowing her boyfriend to do something so brazenly felonious to her new employer, right? Well, the case went unsolved, and when the authorities were asked if they had any leads in the theft… the response was like a scene from the Big Lebowski…

Yea… they got us working in shifts.

This was just in the beginning phases. As time went by, it became apparent some of the project workers were using the firm’s resources to enrich themselves at the expense of the firm, demonstrating a pirate’s level of corporate loyalty. Needless to say, this was not Ronnie’s finest hour.

Anyway, Arizona, a land where the sun beats down like a vengeful deity and cacti stand guard like prickly sentinels. It’s a place where the Grand Canyon yawns like a cosmic chasm, a testament to the Earth’s ancient whimsy. But the beauty and awe-inspiring grandeur is only one side of the coin. This state is a microcosm of human endeavor, a place of both wonder and woe.

Imagine Flagstaff, a city where the air is so crisp it could shatter glass. Then picture Phoenix, a sprawling metropolis where the heat shimmers like a mirage. It’s like comparing a snow-capped mountain to a fiery furnace. Arizona is a land of extremes, a place where the delicate balance of nature is constantly being tested.

For the adventurous soul, Arizona is a playground. Hike through the canyons, fish in the rivers, or simply bask in the sun. But be warned, the desert can be unforgiving. It’s a place where the line between beauty and danger is often blurred.

As for the finer things in life, Arizona has plenty to offer. Colleges abound, their campuses a mix of ancient wisdom and modern innovation. Literary landmarks dot the landscape, each one a testament to the human spirit’s ability to find beauty in the most unexpected places.

But let’s not kid ourselves. Arizona is not without its flaws. The weather can be as unpredictable as a pirate’s mood. Water is a precious commodity, and crime lurks in the shadows. Traffic can be as snarled as a ship in a storm. And let’s not forget the ever-rising cost of living, which can make even the most hardened adventurer’s wallet weep.

Arizona is home to stunning landscapes, including the aforementioned Grand Canyon, Monument Valley, and the Sonoran Desert, a variety of ecosystems, from alpine forests to cactus-filled deserts. If there was ever an example of contrasts, Arizona has it. There’s a stark difference between the environment of Flagstaff (where we are composing this post) and Phoenix/Scottsdale, where the abovementioned pirate raiders reside.

As you can imagine, Arizona can be a paradise for outdoor enthusiasts, such as hiking, camping, fishing, and rock climbing. The state’s mild winters make it a popular destination for outdoor enthusiasts. Visiting Scottsdale in December was always a bright spot for Ronnie, when he wasn’t scrambling to retrofit an office recently burgled.

So, is Arizona worth it? Well, that depends on your tolerance for extremes. If you’re the type of person who thrives on adventure, beauty, and a touch of chaos, then Arizona might just be the place for you. Just be prepared for the unexpected. And maybe, just maybe, invest in a good security system.

Onward through the fog… R.H.

If you seek…
A land of contrasts…
Arizona…
Fills your rucksack…
And don’t you worry…
Nothing’s wasted…
Someone will find it…
While you’re gone.

Below the Earth: Above the Rain

So, there we have it: Hot Springs or Busk, Phase III, all wrapped up. A whirlwind tour that took us from the Pacific Northwest, down the Pacific Coast, through the desert mirage of Vegas, the Grand Canyon’s awe-inspiring chasm, the quirky artist haven of New Mexico, and finally, the sprawling landscapes of Texas and Oklahoma. Quite a journey, indeed (stay tuned, new posts drop every Monday@Midnight).

Madrid, NM:
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Initially, i’d planned to delve deeper into Texas and Oklahoma, but a confluence of events and a growing sense of alienation pulled me back to Hays, my so-called “home port”. As Thomas Wolfe famously observed, “You can’t go home again,” and i’m experiencing that firsthand. Hays was once my professional and familial anchor, but now, with my kids grown and gone, i find myself adrift. Even long-standing friends seem increasingly distant with every homecoming. I am still welcome, as long as i stay in the shadows and don’t rock anyone’s boat. As Mr. Spock might say… “fascinating”.

As for the song inspired by this post-mortem, i’m still working on it. So far, i’m only settled on the title and a mental image. Perhaps the lyrics will come as i finish this blog post (see developing lyric below).

So, what’s next? Phase IV will take us from Savannah up the coastal Southeast, from Florida to Maine. Winter? Please, no. My mantra is “screw winter,” and Savannah will be my home base for the colder months. We’ll explore the Deep South before tackling the East Coast in late spring. This time, though, we won’t be rushing. We’re way ahead of schedule, with 26 states already covered. We have until mid-June to hit them all.

I’m also hoping to find a guitar teacher to help me take my acoustic blues chops up a notch or two. It’ll keep me busy and give me something to focus on while parked in my sister’s backyard by the pond. We’ll plan some trips and adventures, but my primary goal is to hone guitar skills and write songs. We’ll try to arrange a showcase in Austin to launch Ronnie’s 2nd life as a solo performer. It’s a different path than i’ve taken before, but as Henley and Frey once said, it’s all about “song power.” If i can find my creative bullseye and develop a consistent level of performance excellence, there’s a chance to make it happen… what’s Nike say about that…? “Just Do It?”

Yea… let’s.

Onward through the fog… Ron, Rohlfie, and Ronnie Hays

Above the Rain
Set a course…
Prairies and pines…
Into the wind…
Expand your mind…
Upon return…
You’ll find your home…
Is movin’ on…
As par it should.

Below the Earth…
Above the rain…
Find your way…
It’s all the same…
Just a ride…
And you’ll abide…
Flyin’ high…
Above the rain.

No one’s really known…
We all have secret places…
Gardens that are grown…
From mulch of broken dreams…
Struggle with the good and bad…
Mourn the life we once had…
Reaching for a ring we cannot see.

And still…
Free will…
Won’t fill…
The aching need.

She set a course…
To calibrate…
Five lives down…
Down to fate…
And still she hopes…
She’ll find a home…
Down the road…
So it goes.

Below the Earth…
Above the rain…
She’ll find her way…
It’s all the same…
It’s just a ride…
And she’ll abide…
Flyin’ high…
Above the rain.

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