Another young Waksman photo

 I am proud I was a sportsman from a young age. It never developed much.

In this shot I am catching small fries in the Tarn River.

Driving to Las Vegas and Back with Barb

Before I forget our stops:

Heading out:

Wilkes Barre PA, Pittsburgh, Sikeston MO, Webb Lake on the White River AR, Clarendon TX, Winslow AZ, Las Vegas

On the way back:

Tucumcari NM, Mt Vernon IL Clayton OH, Pittsburgh, HOME.

We camped at Webb Lake and in Clarendon TX. Clarendon is a town full of nice people. I talked to the Lady at the motel, the Sherriff, the mechanic "Byron" who was recommended by the lady (he vented our condensation duct, for the price of a handshake), and the gentlemen running the water authority plant. The poor town got 0.58 inches of rain last year and I hope they do better this summer. I see a couple thunderstorms in their forecast. We discussed how beavers couldn't work with total drought.

I can tell you I took my grandchildren to see my little hill in Hidden Valley. I failed to engage them, as I got more interested in what is under my own feet. On the subject of archaeology, I failed to get to any river's gravel. Although I saw many fine stretches of gravel as we drove, they are all fenced off. Even in parks that contain a river, the river is fenced off. I found it particularly annoying in Winslow AZ, where Homolovi Park surrounds a stretch of the Little Colorado -and yet has the river fenced off from visitors. What a pain! By contrast I got to the edge of the White River in AR and it was high water and silted in. IN fact I failed to get to gravel at every river I tried:

Ct river in Glastonbury; the Susquehanna in Wikes Barre, the White River in AR, the Salt Fork of the Red River (in Clarendon) - where I actually did hit up a bit of gravel walking around the shrunken lake. The Little Colorado in Winslow AZ. Parenthetically, I nearly got on some gravel next to the Newark Octagon: there is a Racoon Creek behind some gas stations. Would have been well worth a look but it was a steep bank with poison ivy and uncertain footing. 

I should also mention some food experiences. I had my first Chicken Fried Steak with white gravy and mashed potatoes in Las Vegas. I had an exquisite second example at Del's in Tucumcari on Rt 66. I never had Chicken fried steak and -boy- is it good. I also had a great birria corn taco in Las Vegas. Later I had a great Ham Hock at a large German restaurant in Pittsburgh, with out friends the Ratz's.