Dallas Cheeseburgers At One Of The World's Most Unique McDonald's

Lunch today at one of my favorite fine dining restaurants.

McDonald's.

Specifically lunch at one of the World's most unique McDonald's, that being the McDonald's in North Dallas, at the Monfort Drive exit off I-635, also known at the LBJ Freeway, slightly east of the Galleria Mall.

There is something about McDonald's regular cheeseburger that I have long been fond of.

Is it the dill pickle? The utter simplicity?

Til today the last time I had the McDonald's cheeseburger delicacy was whilst on the move to Wichita Falls, on the last day goods were moved. I was hungry. I stopped at the Haslet McDonald's, off I-287, south of Decatur, north of Fort Worth. Got myself three cheeseburgers, fries and a large Coke, and then got back to rolling the road.

My other favorite McDonald's delicacy is the fish sandwich. Too messy to consume whilst driving. I remember when this item of fine dining cost something like 60 cents. Now one fish sandwich costs somewhere north of three bucks.

The last time I had the McDonald's fish sandwich delicacy was multiple times in the Phoenix zone, in March of 2012, with the first instance soon after my mom and dad and sister picked me up at the airport. Within a few minutes I found myself in a McDonald's where I had, for the first, and only time, a double fish sandwich.

The last time, til today, that I was at the Dallas McDonald's that is known as one of the world's most unique, was in early January of 2009, when my mom and dad were visiting.

Above you are looking at my mom and dad, in their cowboy hats, outside the aforementioned Dallas McDonald's. I do not remember if I had a cheeseburger that day. I do remember my dad getting us all hot fudge sundaes. I also remember this was a stop gap feeding prior to motoring west to Roanoke to have the classic Babes's chicken dinner.

Today is the first time I have successfully done the blogging thing on the road, using my phone's Google Blogger app. My previous attempt to do so, two years ago, did not work. Partly due to, I think, me not being all that used to doing the typing on the phone thing. That and the app has improved.

I think I will be able to make it back to Wichita Falls without needing another McDonald's cheeseburger break.....

Looking At Lake Wichita Revitalization & Fort Worth Devitalization

This second Thursday of September I once again found myself on the summit of Mount Wichita.

Unlike yesterday, today there was no extremely tall man on the summit screaming some sort of religious epiphany of unknown denomination.

In the view you see here, from the summit, in the distance, you are looking southeast at the Lake Wichita Dam, and, on the far right, the Lake Wichita Boat Ramp.

The Wichita Boat Ramp has been in the news the past day or two due to the Lake Wichita Revitalization Project getting a half million dollar grant, with that grant going to pay for part of an upgraded boat launch, with added docks, restrooms, a plaza and concert stage venue. Total cost over a million for this part of the revitalization.

Below is a screencap of what is proposed for the upgraded Lake Wichita Boat Ramp...

If I remember right I have previously verbalized the fact that I have not been in Wichita Falls long enough to know if the town has a history of getting public works projects done in a timely fashion, or if the town dawdles along, ineptly, in slow motion, with a public works project, such as was, and is, the case with my previous location in Texas,

Fort Worth's Trinity River Central City Uptown Panther Island District Vision has been dithering along for most of this century, dithering to the point where that project has become known far and wide as America's Biggest Boondoggle, currently stalled on building three bridges over dry land to connect the Fort Worth mainland to an imaginary island.

Fort Worth's Boondoggle is short on funding, eagerly awaiting J.D. Granger's mama, Kay, securing around a half billion dollars, via pork barrel federal funding earmarks, which Fort Worth's corrupt congresswoman hopes to attach to the spending bill currently winding its way through the House, so that her son can remain gainfully employed for another decade or two, til he is old enough to retire.

The Fort Worth Boondoggle has never been voted on by the public. The funding for the Fort Worth Boondoggle depends on federal handouts and various grants and schemes. No bond issue voted on by the public is funding the Fort Worth Boondoggle, hence limping along as The Boondoggle receives a trickle of funding.

The Lake Wichita Revitalization Project is a relatively small public works project compared to Fort Worth's economic development project masked as an un-needed flood control project.

Fort Worth's Boondoggle currently is estimated to cost in the billion dollar zone. The Lake Wichita Revitalization Project is a fraction of a billion, somewhere in the 25 to 40 million dollar range.

The Wichita Falls project seems much better thought out than Fort Worth's project. The Wichita Falls project actually addresses a problem, that being a sick reservoir, restoring the reservoir to being a recreational amenity, likely generating a huge return on the investment.

So, I do not understand why Wichita Falls does not fund the Lake Wichita project in the way progressive towns in other parts of America fund public works projects, but instead is funding the Lake Wichita Revitalization Project in the Fort Worth Way, as in begging for handouts, with the project not fully funded and thus not underway.

It would seem to me that the Wichita Falls voting population could easily be sold on the idea of taxing themselves to fix Lake Wichita. It would seem a very small increase on the local sales tax could easily raise the money required.

I really hope I am wrong and Wichita Falls turns out to be a different Texas city than what I experienced in Fort Worth. So far that has totally been the case. Have I mentioned before that, unlike Fort Worth, the parks in Wichita Falls all have modern facilities, including running water?

Extremely Tall Man Screaming Allah Akbar From Mount Wichita Summit

My new regimen of ginger tea, kimchee and kava kava seems to be working wonders.

For one thing my aching joints have pretty much ceased to ache. I do not know which part of the new regimen, or maybe all of it, accounts for the aching abatement.

And then there is the energy level.

I was already a little over the top in the being energetic department. I seem to have reached a  new level of over the top.

This morning, after swimming, whilst doing my regular yoga routine, Facebook kept making its notification noise. I found myself making multiple retorts to an ignorant right wing racist nut job who thinks that which she thinks and shares is not racist.

Being really stupid and racist have always seemed, to me, to go together, from what I have experienced.

Anyway, feeling way too energetic I rolled myself to Lake Wichita again, to do some mountain climbing on Mount Wichita.

Upon arrival at Mount Wichita I saw an extremely tall man at the summit, with his arms outstretched, as if reaching towards the sky.

Exiting my vehicle I could hear the man shouting Allah Akbar, followed by words which sounded Arabic, to my untrained ears.

I was wary of climbing the mountain with a man at the top seeming to be having some sort of religious experience.

So, I walked around the perimeter of Mount Wichita, figuring by the time I got to the southeast route to the summit the religious experience would be over and the screaming man would have made his descent.

I figured wrong.

He seemed to be pacing across the summit, keeping his eye on me as I continued to walk around the perimeter.

I suppose some of my wary sense of caution was due to the nearby shooting a couple days prior of a pair of young girls, with one of the girls dying, with the murderer caught and claiming Satan made him do it.

I suppose I was nervous as to what that man on top of Mount Wichita might be thinking Allah was telling him to do.

Or Satan.

When I completed my walk around the perimeter I went back to my vehicle for some needed hydration.

At that point the praying man was not to be seen at the top. It did not seem to me he had had time to descend on the trails I was looking at. That left only the trail on the southeast side from whence he may have descended.

I headed to the southeast trail to the summit with no sighting of the Allah worshipper en route. I do not see how he could have gotten past me. And no vehicles had left the parking lot. Where did he go? The only possible exit was skyward.

I decided to bravely make my way to the summit, via the southeast trail, nervous I would find the extremely tall man prone on the ground in the midst of some sort of tongue speaking ritual.

I got to the mountain top to find myself alone.

Did Allah ascend the extremely tall man to Heaven?

That really seems to me to be the only logical explanation for the disappearance of that extremely tall man in this crazy mixed up world we live in....

Windy Walk Around Sikes Lake Thinking About Texas State Fair Fried Jello

I needed a break from mountain climbing and web page editing, so today when my noontime regularly scheduled time to be vertical came about I headed to Midwestern State University to have myself a walk around Sikes Lake.

Extremely windy today, which somewhat mitigated the temperature being in the upper 90s.

As you can see, via the view through the Arch de Sikes, today is less stormy than the last time I looked through this Arch in this blog venue.

Among the web page editing was finally getting around to this year's State Fair of Texas annual Big Tex Choice Awards.

This year's Big Tex Choice Awards shows up on one of my other blogs in State Fair Of Texas 2016 Big Tex Choice Awards With Fried Jello & Cookies.

The Big Tex Choice finalists had the usual mix of possibly tasty and a bit disturbing. Among the possibly tasty was Fernie's Down Home Chicken Pot Pie Pocket with Mac ‘n Cheese Dip, along with Southern Fried Chicken & Dumplins and  Injectable Great Balls of BBQ, oh, and Deep Fried Bacon Burger Dog Slider.

The two winners were the contenders I found a bit disturbing. The winner of the Big Tex Best Taste Award went to Fried Jello. A deep fried cherry jello concoction. The winner of the Big Tex Most Creative Award was State Fair Cookie Fries.

I am not much of a jello or cookie fan. Frying either of those items seems more than a little bizarre to me.

Take Labor Day Hike With Me From Mount Wichita Summit

On this Labor Day of 2016 I was back on the summit of Mount Wichita for the second day in a row.

In the view you are looking at here you are looking slightly southeast. That long line at the far end of Lake Wichita is the long dam which holds back the water which makes the lake.

Someday, I hope soon, Lake Wichita will be drained and the Lake Wichita Revitalization will be under  way.

I have not been in Wichita Falls long enough to know whether or not Wichita Falls suffers from the same civic sickness as my previous Texas location, Fort Worth, where big plans, known as visions, are foisted on the public as a done deal.

And then nothing much happens year after year.

I suspect Wichita Falls and the surrounding area will be enjoying the revitalized Lake Wichita long before Fort Worth manages to complete even one of its three bridges being built over dry land to connect the Fort Worth mainland to an imaginary island.

Fort Worth's Trinity River Central City Uptown Panther Island District Vision recently added a "Houseboat District" to the little lake at the south end of The Boondoggle's imaginary island. Fort Worth's Boondoggle keeps adding "features" to a project which has been boondoggling along most of this century, with very little to show for the effort.

I wonder if the Wichita Falls Lake Wichita Revitalization people have thought of adding a Houseboat District to Lake Wichita. I suspect not. Wichita Falls seems to exhibit a lot of common sense.

Common sense is not a virtue my previous Texas location is known for.

Anyway, below is a YouTube video in which you descend with me to ground level from the windy summit of Mount Wichita....

A Salty Labor Day Swim With Kimchee

It being Labor Day today I decided to start the day off by laboring in the pool, which would explain the bad selfie of me partially submerged in water that you are looking at here.

I have sort of grown to sort of like this new pool. It's the saltwater part of it that I have grown to sort of like.

The water being salty renders added buoyancy. Not ocean-like saltwater added buoyancy. And certainly not Salt Lake-like added buoyancy.

My one and only time in Utah's Salt Lake was not a pleasant experience.

For one thing a long distance of wading was required to finally reach semi-deep, swimmable water.

By that point the salty water was causing a bad chafing reaction between swimsuit and skin. This was partially mitigated by removing the swimsuit and placing it atop one of multiple conveniently located poles which I assumed were installed for that purpose.

The saltwater in my current pool causes no chafing reaction, so the swimsuit can remain in place.

After having myself a mighty fine time in the pool I drove to Lake Wichita to climb Mount Wichita, again. I've been thinking I don't get enough exercise. I used my phone to shoot a video of the hike from the summit to ground level.

YouTube has just finished processing that video. I will stick that video in a blogging after this one. But first I have to have my Labor Day lunch.

Kielbasa on Kaiser rolls, with Kimchee. KKK.

A very international cuisine....

Wichita Mountain Blue Smurf With Elsie Hotpepper Sauerkraut Issues

This first Sunday morning of September I found myself having a conversation with Elsie Hotpepper regarding her reputation of being a relentless pestering nag.

After several nagging exchanges I informed Miss Hotpepper I was going incommunicado due to heading out to do some mountain climbing on Mount Wichita.

At Mount Wichita I chose the eastern route to the summit for my first ascent of the day.

Upon arrival at the summit I was sort of startled by the giant Blue Mountain Smurf  you see above.

After the Blue Mountain Smurf recovered from hyperventilating among that which he informed me was the reason he was so big was he was a body building weight lifter. The information came when I asked how he could manage something so strenuous as steep mountain climbing in HOT, well, in the 80s, temperatures, whilst wearing a hooded sweatshirt.

In the midst of talking to the Blue Mountain Smurf my phone made its incoming text noise. I yanked the phone from its pocket cage and quickly saw the text message was from the aforementioned Elsie Hotpepper, whom I had clearly told that I was going mountain climbing.

The message which Elsie Hotpepper texted was more perplexing and inscrutable than most perplexing and inscrutable Elsie Hotpepper messages...

I don't like sauerkraut, and I don't know who Kimchee is.

I was unable to parse the meaning of this message. Is it the Hotpepper answer to me asking why Elsie thought she was not a nag?

Way too convolutedly complicated for my simple thought processes to process.

I put the phone back in its pocket cage and began my first mountain descent of the day.

When I got back to ground level from my first mountain ascent of the day, I looked back towards the summit and saw the Blue Mountain Smurf chasing an even bigger mountain climber down the mountain. I do not think it is safe for that much bulk to be moving fast down a steep mountain. But, neither tripped whilst I was watching.

On my second ascent of the day I came upon a pair of roadrunners running. I was not quick enough with getting the phone out of its pocket cage to take a picture. I saw no coyote.

Wichita Falls Prairie Dog Town Survives 5.6 Oklahoma Earthquake

On my way to ALDI today I decided to check in on my neighborhood Prairie Dog Town.

I was concerned that this morning's earthquake might have left the residents of Prairie Dog Town all discombobulated from the unusual shaking.

Upon arrival the Prairie Dogs seemed perfectly happy. Brother and sister, Theo and Ruby, quickly greeted me with their telltale welcoming chirp, soon joined by their big brother, David, who did no chirping.

David is a bit shy. He popped up above ground to see who is siblings were chirping to and then quickly headed back underground, as documented below by my excellent photographic skills.

Then morning's earthquake shook shortly after 7. I was walking toward my kitchen to make coffee when I began to feel a bit wobbly. The wobbly feeling did not last long.

I did not realize I'd been shook by an earthquake til I was informed about such via the news.

A 5.6 shaker which was felt as far north as Nebraska and south into Texas, epicentered near Pawnee, Oklahoma.

I was shaken by many earthquakes during the years I lived on the West Coast. The West Coast earthquakes were extremely LOUD. The first thing that startles one during a West Coast earthquake is the LOUD thundering noise, and then you realize you are shaking and everything around you is moving, trees swaying, windows popping.

Today's earthquake, as experienced in Wichita Falls, was eerily quiet, with the earth moving in total silent mode.

Methinks a frackquake is a different type quake than an earthquake caused when Mother Nature decides to adjust one of her underground fault lines, hence the eerie quiet. If a frackquake is not caused by tectonic plates moving, what causes the frackquakes?

A 5.6 level quake starts to get into the magnitude zone that can cause actual damage. Was this the BIG ONE? Or is a BIGGER ONE coming? What level of earthquake was the new Dallas Cowboys Stadium designed to handle? Or other Texas structures. Like giant highway flyover exchanges, such as Fort Worth's Mixmaster, or the High Five in Dallas.

Walk Around Green Sikes Lake Brings Back Memory Of A Purple Trinity River

Til today it had been a few days since I had myself a walk around Sikes Lake. I'd not been back since the start of the fall quarter at Midwestern State University, which is where Sikes Lake is located.

Since my last Sikes Lake walk around the lake has turned a beautiful shade of green, as you can see.

I first noticed the green whilst walking across the bridge you see above the green.

I don't know if this is a purposefully dying of the lake green, in some sort of celebrating the start of school deal, like when Fort Worth's goofy mayor, Mike Moncrief, tried to dye the Trinity River purple in some sort of tribute to a Fort Worth football team that had won a game or was playing in a bowl game or some other such thing which I have long forgotten.

I could quickly find the answer to why Fort Worth's goofy mayor tried to turn the Trinity River purple by using this blog's search function.

I will be right back with the link to that purple blogging.

Well, apparently I blogged about this serious issue of Fort Worth's goofy mayor trying to dye the Trinity River purple multiple times....

Fort Worth's Mayor Moncrief Changes The Name Of The Trinity River & Orders It Dyed The Color Purple

Fort Worth Mayor Moncrief Fails To Turn Trinity River Purple

The Fort Worth Star-Telegram Sort Of Sees Purple

TCU Purple Froggies Jinxed By Fort Worth Mayor Mike Moncrief

That last one is mostly copying a funny email from Don Young about the serious issue of Fort Worth having a really goofy mayor lacking in basic common sense.

Thunderstorms are on the menu today for the Wichita Falls location. The potential storminess is evident in another photo I took today at Sikes Lake.

Sikes Lake does not appear to be green when viewed from this location, looking through the Arch de Sikes.

The temperature was barely in the 80s when I walked around Sikes Lake. About the temperature to which I air condition my interior space.

I need to find where I put my winter wear....

Does Pickle Juice Have Me Feeling Good On Top Of Mount Wichita?

Yesterday I spent six or seven hours in a seated position behind a steering wheel navigating four wheels at high speed.

An activity such as driving does not provide much endorphin inducing aerobic stimulation.

Except for the occasional excitement caused by a semi-truck trailer swerving and almost tipping over.

Ever since Mr. Spiffy revealed that it was pickle juice which accounted for his puckery ability to bike for hundreds of miles, and Miss Catspaw confirmed the alleged health benefits, I have been drinking copious amounts of pickle juice.

Well, an ounce or two, here and there.

I do not know if it is the pickle juice which has me feeling good and extra energetic, or what.

After yesterday's rolling slothness, today I felt the need for extreme aerobic stimulation.

So, it was to Mount Wichita (also known, for some unfathomable reason, as Murphy Mountain) to get me some much needed endorphins.

Til today my bad photographic skills had not rendered a photo which gives one a good idea how steep the climb is to the summit of Mount Wichita.

I climbed to the Mount Wichita summit at as high a speed rate as I could manage. By the time I reached the top I was in hyperventilating heart pounding mode.

Soon the aforementioned endorphins arrived.

I fear my cerebral blood flow is still being affected by the hyperventilation, that or early onslaught of Alzheimer's is causing me to be making bad typos over and over again. Such as above I originally typed summing when the word I wanted was summit. Typos like that. Typos which are not misspellings are harder to spot, due to not getting the red flag error clue.

I think I need to go drink some more pickle juice now....