Thursday, September 13, 2018

Living Your Best Wichita Falls Life At The 12.5 Mile Circle Trail Marker

If I remember right a time or two of late I have made mention of the fact that I've been in a foul mood of late.

Ennui.

I think this ennui may have something to do with the ongoing reality we in America are currently living in an Idiocracy.

Which is depressing.

I do not ever remember a previous time where day after day one seems bombarded with being faced with wanton stupidity.

I think maybe it's Facebook's fault, providing an outlet for the wantonly stupid to easily share their wanton stupidity.

Anyway.

Yesterday, heading north on the Circle Trail, I biked by a Wichita Falls city park lady installing a new sign. A marker marking the halfway point between mile 8 and mile 9, informing those rolling by they were at the 8.5 MILE mark.

Today I rolled south on the Circle Trail. At the point in the trail at the north end of Lake Wichita Dam I came upon the same city park lady working a post hole digger. I howdy-ed her as I rolled on by.

After circling the Circle Trail around Mount Wichita, when I came to the location where that post hole was being dug, the process was now completed, with the city park lady moved to the south end of the dam to do some post hole digging for the 11.5 Mile marker sign.

So, I stopped, got off the bike so as to photo document the new MILE 12.5 sign, and its inspirational message, as in....

"Living Your Best Life"

Above a photo of a snoozing baby.

And then...

"Regular activity helps you feel healthier - with more energy, an improved mood, feel more relaxed and sleep more soundly."

It seemed sort of weirdly ironic that I would come upon such messaging during the same time frame I have been whining about ennui and being in a foul mood.

And the fact that after riding my bike for a dozen miles, give or take a mile or two, I am in a much better mood.

Til such wears off...

Wednesday, September 12, 2018

Overnight Giant Mushrooms Invade Wichita Falls

I can not seem to shake my current state of ennui, of not seeming to muster the energy to care about much of anything.

I thought a bike ride and its resultant aerobic stimulation, and the endorphins which are produced by such, might have a salubrious effect on my dour mood.

A half hour into riding, at the location furthest from my abode, rain began dripping, which fit my mood perfectly.

Soon after beginning to roll on the Circle Trail I came upon giant mushrooms, one of which you see above, which sprang up overnight, literally, as in I saw no mushrooms yesterday whilst rolling on the same route.

And today it was not just one group of giant mushrooms. Giant mushrooms overnight had sprouted all along the Circle Trail and at Sikes Lake and the MSU campus and in my own front yard, which I had not rolled by when I left, but did upon my return.

How do these fungus grow so fast? Rain with a perfect temperature and ideal humidity must be the trigger.

Are these mushrooms edible? Do they have a medicinal effect like a psilocybin mushroom? Are they tasty like a portobello mushroom?

I suppose I could sample one.

Doing so would likely put me out of my misery one way or another....

Tuesday, September 11, 2018

More Fort Worth Drownings While Trinity River Vision Does Nothing To Help

The photo you see here was clipped from a video Elsie Hotpepper shared on Facebook showing the latest flooding in the West 7th Street zone of Fort Worth.

This area floods pretty much every time copious amounts of rain falls. The drainage system is antiquated, not updated when the area went into what counts as a boom in this sleepy town.

I was not going to bother commenting on this, what with a why bother feeling of ennui of late. And, really, what is the point of pointing out the obvious to the apparently oblivious?

This is a town which has elected the leader of the Granger Gang to Congress over and over again. And is likely about to do so again, unless some miracle of common sense takes over the town.

Years ago a little girl named Ally Collins drowned in a flash flood in Haltom City. The volume of water in the flash flooding creeks in Haltom City had been greatly exacerbated by huge areas of North Fort Worth which had been developed with homes and malls, with no mitigating done to slow down the water when the sky goes rogue in downpour mode.

Ally Collins drowned about the same time what was then known only as the Trinity River Vision was starting to become something some of the locals were aware of.

Kay Granger visited Haltom City after the deadly flood. She promised to look into the causes and do something about it.

Kay Granger has done nothing.

I do not remember if when Ally Collins died Kay Granger had already installed her unqualified son, J.D., as the Executive Director of the Trinity River Vision.

After Ally Collins died, and after it was apparent Kay Granger was doing nothing to help with the flooding problems. And after it was realized that the Trinity River Vision was being purported to be a vitally needed flood control scheme, in an area of Fort Worth which has not flooded for well over a half century, due to massive levees keeping the river in check when it goes in to flood mode, several Tarrant County citizens suddenly found themselves turning into political activists.

It did not take much looking into it for those new political activists to clearly see there was something dire wrong with the Trinity River Vision. And thus the opposition to this now obviously ineptly implimented corrupt project, was born.

And now, years later, the Trinity River Vision Central City Uptown Panther Island District Vision is known as America's Biggest Boondoggle. An embarrassing pseudo public works project which has little to show for the millions of bucks spent except for things like an homage to an aluminum trash can, multiple V shaped forms in various stages, looking ridiculous in a mess of a construction zone, floating beer parties in the Trinity River, an ice rink, a failed wakeboard park and other bits of nonsense, like the first drive-in movie theater of the 21st century.

In May Fort Worth's corrupt political leaders managed to dupe the apparently easily duped local voters to approve what was touted as a quarter billion buck flood control and drainage bond.

After the voters approved of this flood control and drainage bond those benefiting from the new funding arrogantly touted this vote as the voters approving of the Trinity River Vision, and that the money will go to the idiocy known as "Panther Island", not directly to flood control and drainage.

And yet, where is the outrage? Where are the demands for accountability? Where are the demands that something be done about this ballot fraud?

Burnout. Methinks a lot of people are just exhausted by nonsense overload and the feeling that truth, justice, common sense and what used to be known as the American Way, no longer are in play.

Corruption is in control. Or so it seems.

And now, this past week, more flash flood drownings in Fort Worth due to excessive water flow caused by poorly engineered, poorly planned development.

Does Fort Worth, as in the leaders in charge, even understand the concept of urban planning?

Methinks not, and I think this every time I return from what I refer to as modern America, to Texas, well, parts of Texas, such as Fort Worth, which I have come to think of as backwards, not modern.

In modern America, such as the Phoenix, Arizona metro area, infrastructure is built ahead of development. One sees this all over that area, roads, sidewalks, landscaping, drainage, all those things needed in order to add houses, apartment complexes, industry and retail, being built, as a result of sensible urban planning.

While Fort Worth allowed thousands of homes to be built in North Fort Worth without even upgrading the existing roads, let alone the drainage system. Hence that area can now be a nightmare to drive through, which I have learned to avoid on my monthly trips back to DFW.

Fort Worth really needs to grow up and start wearing Big City pants.

Lives depend on it....

Sunday, September 9, 2018

Chilly Winter-Like Sunday Bike Ride To Mount Wichita

Brrrr.

This second September Sunday of 2018 has blown in cold at my North Texas location.

70 degrees, with the windchill making it feel to be in the frigid 60s.

Again. Brrrr.

I must go on a hunt for my sweatpants if this cold snap continues, or worsens.

Along with a lot of other hardy sorts I braved the cold to roll my wheels on the Circle Trail this morning. This time heading to Lake Wichita.

In the photo above my handlebars have stopped me atop Lake Wichita Dam to take a picture of the Mount Wichita pseudo volcano in the distance.

A few minutes later my handlebars and I were in the shadow of Mount Wichita, that is if the sun were available and making shadows.

The entire time I rolled the sky looked like it could start dropping drips at any moment, but nary a drip dropped the entire hour plus bike ride.

I am considering whether or not I want to take my bike with me to Arizona next month. Probably not.

Saturday, September 8, 2018

Wet Wichita Falls Circle Trail Bumbershoot Walk

I have lost track of how many days in a row now rain has been dripping. This is really starting to seem like being back in Western Washington.

And it is chilly. Only 72 degrees a few minutes before noon. 72 degrees is way colder than I have my air conditioning set at.

After returning from ALDI I found my bumbershoot so as to facilitate a semi-dry walk to the Circle Trail to see if Holliday Creek was in raging rapids mode.

It wasn't.

Despite what seems like copious rain Holliday Creek looks to be more in trickle mode than raging rapids mode. In the above photo documentation you can see just a glimpse of Holliday Creek under my bumbershoot, to the right of the Circle Trail.

What with the outer world looking so green one would never think we were in a state of drought about a week ago.

When I see the outer world looking so emerald it reminds me of years ago when Betty Jo Bouvier, after seeing photos I took of the Village Creek scenery in Arlington, asked me if it really is so green there, saying that she thought Texas was all desert brown, like much of Eastern Washington is.

The current forecast for tomorrow is a lesser chance of rain. Maybe I will be able to go on a dry bike ride...

Friday, September 7, 2018

Nephew David Happy Birthday Card Delivery Ends In Moat

Last night my mom called and left a voice message. I did not see this until this morning. So, I called mom.

During the course of the mom call the fact that it is already 9/7 came up, and thus only four days til 9/11.

It being only four days til 9/11 was not made note of due to the fact that that date marks one of the more infamous American dates of infamy, but due to the fact that that 9/11 date is also the date of my favorite David nephew's birthday.

And so this morning I hurriedly went about making David a birthday card, not remembering at that point in time that I no longer had my long used Microsoft Publisher program available, what with that program not being on my new computer, and what with me having not yet figured out a replacement by which I can conjure clever cards and other publications.

So, I folded a piece of paper into a card and hand wrote a happy birthday message to David. I then drove to the post office to make sure the card was on its way to Tacoma this morning.

By the time I arrived at the post office, which is less than a mile from my abode, the clouds above had turned on a downpour, a flash flood making type downpour. I ran in and out of the post office, then drove back to my abode through a blinding rain.

By the time I was dry under the carport my abode was pretty much surrounded by a moat. The biggest moat I have yet seen surround my current abode during a downpour.

I exited the carport at high speed, running through the moat, eventually reaching the stairs which lead to my entry door. I was drenched and dripping.

A few minutes later I took the photo you see above. looking out a window at my bike and the moat below.

This is being way too much like a typical winter day in Western Washington. Reminding me of one of the reasons I like Texas.

In about a month I will be escaping rainy Texas to return to the dry Arizona desert. For about a month. A house has been rented about a mile from my mom's. One of my friend's from Washington, who I have known longer than just about anyone but relatives, as in we started school in first grade together, is flying down for a few days. That should be fun. Mom is looking forward to seeing Nurse Canecracker.

Mom knows Nurse Canecracker as Linda....

Wednesday, September 5, 2018

Is Fort Worth's Imaginary Panther Island One Of The Best Islands In America?

I saw that which you see here a day or two ago via an article in the online version of CNN, in an article titled The best islands in America.

I was shocked, shocked I tell you, when I did not see Fort Worth's non-archipelago, known as Panther Island, on this list.

One of the islands, actually not one, but a group of hundreds of islands, an actual archipelago, is on this list of the best islands in America, that being the San Juan Islands.

The San Juan Islands are a short distance west of my old abode in the Skagit Valley of Washington. It took a short drive to Anacortes to hop a ferry to float out to the islands. These islands are in the rain shadow of the Olympic mountain range, hence way less rain than a few miles to the east, where one gets closer to the Cascade mountains, and thus way more rain.

I went on countless fishing expeditions with my mom and dad out among the San Juan Islands. I remember a treacherous time with stormy waves trying to catch cod at Cattle Point off San Juan Island. And another time trolling for salmon when we were surrounded by Orcas. If I remember right that happened near Lopez Island, not the island named after the Killer Whales.

I remember being on a ferry, with Spencer Jack's grandpa, my little brother, Jake, heading to Friday Harbor on San Juan Island, when we learned Elvis had died.  Years later I was on another ferry, with Spencer Jack's dad, Jason, and uncle Joey, floating to Bainbridge Island when we learned Kurt Cobain had killed himself.

I think I have mentioned previously I find it ridiculous that a chunk of land in Fort Worth is being referred to as an island. A chunk of land which will only be sort of surrounded by water if a cement lined ditch is dug, with water from the Trinity River diverted into that ditch.

Does no one in a position of responsibility in Fort Worth not realize how ridiculous this is?

Panther Island.

If that cement line ditch is ever dug this imaginary island is just going to be a head shaker for people who know what an island is. Why does Fort Worth do this type thing? Refer to its downtown as "Sundance Square" for decades. Where there was no square in downtown Fort Worth, until, after decades of confusing the town's few tourists, a little square was built over a couple parking lots and then named Sundance Square Plaza.

To this day, heading towards downtown Fort Worth on I-30, signage still informs those incoming few tourists they are heading towards Sundance Square.

Lately I have been Roku streaming Kitchen Nightmares. I imagine if there was a version of this concept called City Nightmares, where Gordon Ramsey came to a town like Fort Worth to figure out what was wrong with the town, one of the first things he would fix would be the bizarre hyperbolic propaganda nomenclature syndrome (Sundance Square, Panther Island), saying simply...

 "KNOCK IT OFF".

It makes a town seem, well, stupid, to have the town messed up by poorly planned projects, such as the moribund disaster known as the Trinity River Vision, a ridiculous, ill-conceived, ineptly executed, supposedly vitally needed flood control and economic development scheme, which is so not vitally needed that this embarrassing boondoggle has limped along for most of this century, with basically nothing to show for the effort and millions of bucks spent, but a messed up construction zone of uncompleted bridge piers, with a million dollar homage to an aluminum trash can, a defunct wakeboard park, plus bringing to Fort Worth tubing in the polluted Trinity River events, with music and other nonsense, like a temporary ice rink and a beer shack.

Bizarre, and it really is a City Nightmare.

Now, the following blurb is from the CNN Best Islands in America article, the section describing the San Juan Islands. Imagine, if your imagination is up to the task, any similar type verbiage ever being written at some point in the distant future about Fort Worth's imaginary island...

Floating Near: Seattle

Famous For: Making visitors wish this was a one-way trip

Over 170 named islands and hundreds more at low tide comprise Washington's San Juan archipelago. But, for now, a brief word on the three biggies -- all accessible by the Washington State Ferry system and hampered only by crappy car lines on summer weekends.

San Juan Island, the namesake and hub of this chain, is your best bet for shopping and paddling through killer whale country.

Lopez Island, the quietest and flattest, is a magnet for cyclists.

Orcas Island, the "Gem of the San Juans," is for wishing you could afford property here -- and for driving slowly and aimlessly with the windows down on hilly, empty, sun-dappled backroads with names like "Enchanted Forest" and "Dolphin Bay."

Then dipping through a quiet green valley dead-ending at some tiny harbor where an old man on a bicycle is walking his seven dogs along the road. Before driving up into Moran State Park and to the top of 2,409-foot Mt. Constitution for views of Mt. Rainier, British Columbia and everything in between on a clear day.

Then rolling past pottery shacks, sculpture gardens and back onto Main Street, Eastsound (a.k.a. "town") where the ferry boat awaits near those sigh-inducing realty office window posts.
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Nope, my imagination was not up to the task either.

Panther Island, what an embarrassment.

Just knock it off...

Monday, September 3, 2018

Labor Day Wichita Bluff Hike Finding A Sidewalk Closed Ahead

On this Labor Day of 2018, at my Wichita Falls location, clouds have been doing some blocking of the sun.

And, along with that sun blocking, a cold front, of sorts, has blown into town, dropping the temperature into the 70s when I decided it was time to return to the Wichita Bluff Nature Area to walk the newest section of Circle Trail.

And by newest section of Circle Trail I do not mean that section of Circle Trail which meanders through the Wichita Bluff Nature Area. I mean the section of new Circle Trail which one accesses when one comes to a barrier on which a sign says "Sidewalk Closed Ahead".


What with that barrier's signage not forbidding going beyond the barrier I and many others were opting today to hike and bike on this under construction new section of the Circle Trail.

In the photo above we are already well past that aforementioned barrier, looking back up at the location of the barrier, about where you see that gray wall hit a green bush. Sitting atop that gray wall is the Circle Trail, awaiting railing to keep anyone from falling off the wall.

In that photo at the very top you are looking at a hardy wildflower which has sprouted big from the freshly graded dirt.


Eventually the new section of the Circle Trail reaches the valley floor, as it runs alongside the Wichita River.


You can see a glimpse of the Wichita River past the trees, on the left. At this point the Circle Trail heads slightly uphill again, getting near to that "Sidewalk Closed" area we were warned about at that barrier now far behind us.


And now you see that point where the sidewalk is closed, which that sign on that barrier a mile or so back warned us about.

The termination point for this new section of the Circle Trail is the Loop 11 road, a short distance to the east. From the end of the pavement one can see a paved trail coming from Loop 11, with a short gap of dirt awaiting the finishing touch of concrete.

It would appear this new section of the Circle Trail should be ready for its Grand Opening soon.

Now if only the local voters would vote to fund the completion of the other three short sections of uncompleted Circle Trail...

Sunday, September 2, 2018

First September Sunday Summit On Mount Wichita

This first September Sunday my bike decided to roll me around Mount Wichita.

That is about a 12 mile roll.

It has been awhile since I have seen any mountain climbers climbing to the summit of Mount Wichita.

Today I saw four mountain climbers, well, three and one mountain crawler.

The outer world air is a bit too HOT this time of year for pleasant mountain climbing, but on this second day of September a semi-cold front has come to town, dropping the temperature into the 80s, with some big clouds doing some sun blocking.

Mount Wichita is looking as if it could use a little rain, well, actually, a lot of rain. I think we are back in drought mode again in the Wichita Falls zone known as Texoma.

Texoma is a clever combo of Texas and Oklahoma. I do not know the parameters of the Texoma zone, if Wichita Falls in Texas is the southern border of Texoma, with Lawton in Oklahoma being the northern border, or what. And I have no clue where the east and west border of Texoma is.

I do know there is a big lake called Texoma over 100 miles to the east of Wichita Falls. I have no idea if Lake Texoma is in Texoma, or not...

Saturday, September 1, 2018

First Day Of September Bucolic Sikes Lake Meghan McCain Great America Musings

How did August disappear so quickly in a HOT blink? I grow weary of time seeming to fly by ever faster.

This first day of September I spent the morning watching the National Cathedral John McCain memorial service.

I had no idea, when I began watching, that the memorial would take up almost the entire morning.

Even though she is sort of a right winger, I have found myself liking Meghan McCain in the past. Watching Meghan's moving eulogy had me liking her even more.

Particularly when Meghan said, "The America of John McCain has no need to be great again because America was always great” to the eruption of loud applause for the first time during the memorial.

I hope the Orange Menace can restrain himself from doing any unseemly tweeting about all the subtle comments made today which were directed at our ongoing National Embarrassment. Unless someone explains it to him, he likely is too dense to figure out on his own what the words meant.

Sometime before noon I turned off the TV to take off on a bike ride, eventually arriving at Sikes Lake, where I stopped to take the bucolic photo you see above, looking at the Sikes Bayou, and a flock of geese, at the west side of Sikes Lake.

The reality that September is likely going to fly by just as fast as August has me concerned. Because I am not yet adjusted to the idea of doing so, but in early October I am currently committed to roadtripping to Arizona, where a house has been rented as my temporary abode for almost a month.

In addition to the regular characters I see when I am in Arizona, this time I will be seeing some new faces with which I used to be quite familiar, from Washington, the Skagit Valley of Washington to be precise.

I expect I will be finding it amusing, me being the tour guide guiding the Arizona site seeing....