Youth COVID Death Statistics

More stats, namely deaths of 5-17 year olds per year, data from a couple of days ago:

The good news is that car accident deaths have been declining for years. The bad news is that schools are still mostly closed for in school learning, and yet we don’t give a second thought to our children dying in car accidents (or drowning in buckets).

FYI deaths from poisoning (AKA drug overdose) doesn’t pass car accidents until age 23.

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JTFSSW Epilogue

Sorry to my fellow Saint Louisans, but once again we’ve brought high winds and plunging temperatures with us. Don’t worry, it will soon pass.

Once again MBH avers we shall remain in one place for our next vacation, once the wanderlust returns. We shall see.

Today I ran my normal 5.5 miles plus wind sprints, then lifted weights for the first time in three weeks. I’m feeling every single one of my 39 years now.

Natural beauty always beckons…

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JTFSSW Photo Bloopers

Not everything goes to plan.

I was a little too focused on getting a picture of the turtles. Okay way too focused.
Most of the time the phone camera knows what I want. But not every time.
Gah. Every trip I take this shot several times. Every trip.
Stunning scenery, and I’m trying to tuck my phone in my back pocket. Like anyone would notice.
Yep, trying to put my phone in the back pocket. Again.
There were this school of tiny fish, which you can’t see, and my silhouette, which is the only thing you can see.
No, this isn’t staged at all. This is a natural action shot of me getting ready to eat lunch. Or something.
When you grab your phone as you’re getting out of the car and somehow you take a picture.
I have no idea. At all.
No I’m not baring my teeth like a cornered rat, I’m smiling. Yep, smiling.
Why am I talking while taking a Y’awlie? Who knows? I sure don’t.
Am I thinking about the 750 feet of rock between me and the sky? Maybe, but that presupposes I think at all.
Wind? In the Southwest? Never!
Most of the time the phone camera knows what I want. But not every time.
Wind, gypsum, what more does one need? Focus? Entirety overrated.
The sky, of course. You so rarely get to see it, perhaps I thought you might want to see it. Who knows? Not me.
Most of the time if you’re in a beautiful place the picture takes care of itself. The clouds just add a surprising touch of elegance. Even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in a while.

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Day 22 AKA Light at the End of the Tunnel

JTFSSW Day 22 “Light at the end of the tunnel”

We are sitting in the San Antonio airport waiting for our flights, first to Houston and then to St Louis which is scheduled to get in at about 9PM. After 22 days we’re like eh, good enough, let’s just go relax at the airport. I almost got run over by a little old lady in the scramble from where you show your ID to where you put your stuff on the conveyer belt. The TSA people really really wanted to move people through so they did a lot of yelling and hand gestures. MBH asked me why I didn’t just move out of the old lady’s way and I told her the TSA guy didn’t think I was moving fast enough so he kept yelling at me to go to lane one. It was refreshing and disturbing at the same time that TSA was more worried about delays than passengers.

This morning we visited Market Square which is a very colorful tourist trap with all kinds of hand crafted Central American goods. I bought a leather wallet, MBH looked at espadrilles without success. The city made more money off our parking than the store did.

I have to claim success on the trip since were able to get everything we brought and bought back in our luggage, we never wore dirty clothes, not even once, and all the Airbnb reviews of us are glowing – we are the epitome of clean and excellent communicators which is clearly a description of MBH, not me.

One thing I found interesting about the trip is that mask wearing overall was greater in Texas and Arizona than New Mexico. The higher rates in urban vs rural was understandable, but I think (underline footstomp think) the wearing in New Mexico was less overall because people were simply tired of the much stricter restrictions without any clear benefit.

Tomorrow, the return to reality and a grocery store.

Every store was packed with colorful goods
Even the outside required an infusion of color
We had lunch at a Mexican restaurant; by ordering the smallest dishes on the menu we ate a huge meal
MBH says goodbye
I say goodbye.

Until bloopers!

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A Little Philosophy

How and when did we go from “you need to get out of your comfort zone” turn into you are evil and violent because you made somebody uncomfortable? I’ve never made any personal improvement – physical, mental, moral – without discomfort. You really want to screw someone up? Teach them to avoid discomfort at all costs.

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Day 21 AKA The Penultimate Day of JTFSSW

The forecast for today was high wind, again, so imagine our surprise when we woke up to the sound of rain. And then thunder. I’ll take rain over a dust storm every time.

We took advantage of internet connectivity, being in the same time zone, and the new streaming/zoom normal to “attend” church, Sunday School, and small group. Our first Sunday in three weeks.

In the afternoon, we ate brunch, strolled around the King William historic district, visited a house museum, and even walked a residential stretch of the Riverwalk.

I’d rather admire than maintain a huge old house
The Steve’s Homestead Museum. The map app info section claims they have a bathroom. If they do, it’s not available to the public even when you’re the only member of the public there and you ask nicely. It wasn’t the only reason we visited, but it ranked up there.
A technology so old even I don’t know what it is
Who’s photobombing whom?
Something I know little about

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Day 20 AKA One More Saturday Night

Today we experienced humidity for the first time since we left STL. Turns out it takes a little getting used to. Good thing it was just a little humidity, just enough to notice.

After exhausting the joys of San Antonio, we headed to the Texas Hill Country looking for Bluebonnets and instead we found a Buc-ees which is the most Texas thing we’ve come across, even more than Bluebonnets. Maybe if we’d found a decent stand of them we’d feel differently, but we basically have either seen them right along the road or a single overgrown lot in New Braunfels (anybody ever heard of plain old Braunfels?) that promised we were going to have no trouble finding them in profusion but sadly failed to deliver.

We did find a winery where we passed an enjoyable afternoon with live music and a BBQ food truck. We met Bob and Nancy from Ohio who also had a hankering for conversation and consequently accepted our invitation to join us at our table. MBH has heard every single one of my stories before we came on this trip, and I’m confident Nancy has heard every single one of Bob’s. And that’s all I’m going to say about that.

We passed a bunch of billboards earlier in the trip advertising fresh jerky – the freshest jerky in Texas. I’m not exactly a jerky aficionado (I bet those are two words you never expected to see used together), but I thought the beauty of jerky is that you can’t tell the difference between day old or year old jerky. The whole fresh thing reminds me that jerky is really dry and chewy meat, which are two things I don’t associate with fresh and don’t make me want to buy any.

Texas is a whole other country.

Y’awlie time. My phone is so smart it actually gives Y’awlie as an option as soon as I type Ya in. Full disclosure, this is from yesterday since today was not a Y’awlie kind of day.
MBH got to cross another thing off her list today when we went five miles past our exit when we saw the billboard for Buc-ees. They say everything is bigger in Texas, and Buc-ees is proof of that. They have conservatively a zillion gas pumps; the store itself is so gigantic it’s the least convenient convenience store ever; the bathrooms are way bigger than those in stadiums and much nicer too. The place was packed, the most crowded place by far we’ve been to on this trip.
My view at Dry Comal Creek Cineyards before Bob and Nancy joined us
Luckily the winery had some Bluebonnets so I posed for a quintessential Texas picture.

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Day 19 AKA We Came, We Saw, We Left

I went for a run this morning, which makes for all three states we visited this trip. The joy of flat and cool mixed with whoa! when I turned from one major street to another and neither sidewalk or shoulder to run on.

We’ve put away the hats and hiking boots, but the sunglasses are still indispensable. I suppose for San Antonio I’d need an urban sombrero instead of my Dockers sun hat. MBH still takes her jacket when we leave the casita, I only wear my light fleece in the mornings around the casita. Keeps me warm and the neighbors from getting jealous.

Today we went to the Missions National Historical Park which has four separate missions: Espada, San Juan (Capistrano), San Jose, and Concepcion. The Alamo, technically San Antonio de Valeria, is at the north end of the mission trail but isn’t part of the National Park.

I picked the mission that was farthest away, and farthest south, Espada, to go to first and thing went truly did go south as the Apple Map app takes you to the Espada Aqueduct or perhaps the original site of the mission if you search for Mission Espada since it was renamed San Francisco de la Espada when it moved in 1731. At first we were the only ones wandering around a field looking at our phones saying I’m getting closer or I’m getting farther. Then another couple showed up and all four of us were wandering around. Then I put in the actual address from the website and we were off to the races – after we told the other wife of our discovery since she had set off down the road while her husband went back to their car.

Then it was off to lunch in the Pearl district. We put our name in at the first restaurant we came to and then we wandered around looking for a restaurant that had a shorter wait. No luck on that, but we did get to see a large chunk of the area while we wandered and the wait wasn’t as long as predicted. We did notice that lack of staff was the constraint on the number of patrons since every restaurant had empty seats, especially inside, but 20 to 30 minute waits. The food was good, but the party next to us didn’t get their food until we were finished despite ordering before us. The manager was supposed to come by and explain what happened, but we never found out why. And that’s how life is like eating at a restaurant.

After lunch we found the north end of the Riverwalk, no sign, just water coming out of a wall and steps up to the street. It came as a bit of a shock.

We finished up the afternoon at the Japanese Garden before returning to the casita and nap time. We plan to go for a walk around a lake at a local park once our energy returns. Plans are good.

The obligatory Y’awlie. No hats or swallows.
The very elusive mission Espada
My artistic shot of mission San Juan
We walked the nature trail at San Juan and discovered the natural state of the San Antonio River. Much more wild and jungly than how it looks as the water feature of the Riverwalk.
Mission San Jose. Well, the church, the mission is the whole place which had multiple buildings and was surrounded by a stone wall that essentially was a building too which people lived in.
Doors used to be a much bigger deal
The church at mission Concepcion. There was a volunteer inside who, among other things, told us it’s all original, never rebuilt, right down to the decoration and the handles and nails in the door. He listed a lot more things that were original, but let’s leave it at everything. 

He hid his disappointment well when we didn’t want to hear the 45 minute complete history of the mission, or the 10 minute this is the only mission that does something unique and interesting. I have to admit I was curious, but not 10 minutes curious after his exhausting list of every original item.
The all original inside of the Concepcion church. Except for the yellow plastic chains, which are not original.
The original green roof at San Jose
This guy put on a display along the river walk
Your daily dose of soothing water curtesy of the Japanese Tea Garden
Your daily dose of hmmm curtesy of the Japanese Tea Garden
You know what this means? Three mornings left and somebody (me!) didn’t bring enough fish oil on the trip.
Sayonara!

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Day 18 AKA Just Day 18

After a relaxing morning at the Airbnb we headed to downtown San Antonio where we visited the Riverwalk and the Alamo. While we were happy the tour was free at the Alamo, we were disappointed that there was no tour guide so there was no one to ask when do we get to see the basement.

The weather was perfect today. How perfect? MBH allowed that she was comfortable – not too hot, not too cold, but just right. Now that’s perfect.

After a couple of weeks In the boonies, we rediscovered just how efficient civilization is separating you from your money. Everything costs.

The only time the wind was strong all day was when we were taking this selfie. Weird.
Don’t forget the Alamo when you visit San Antonio 

PS there were several battles at the Alamo over the years.
Davey Crocket or Daniel Boone?

Davey Crocket. Who else hears the song when reading the name?
A combo soothing water plus 360 panorama at the Alamo. I’m always trying to push boundaries. Within reason.
Oh look, another space needle, I mean the Tower of the Americas, built in the 60s when towers at Expos were a thing (Expos too, for that matter)
Just plain soothing water feature, but it’s a doozie!
The length is the amazing part of the Riverwalk, not the width.

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Day 17 AKA A Whole Lotta Nothing

Today was a travel day, as we said Goodbye to Big Bend and Hello to San Antonio and tried not to disturb the motel time forgot lest we too be caught in the same time eddy. In order to do that we had to drive a long way, the longest drive of the trip, but between an 80 MPH speed limit (your actual speed may vary, mine was closer to 85) and a near total lack of traffic the time distance equation solved faster than ever before and probably ever after as well – until we get those flying cars we were promised as kids. Let me say that the only thing west Texas is full of is nothing. Mile after mile of absolutely nothing. I thought the Northeast was full of trees last road trip, RTAWE of blessed memory – but the Southwest has even more creosote bushes. You have to take care to not run out of not just gas, but food and water as well. We drove over a hundred miles on I 10 from Fort Stockton to Ozona without passing any services at all.

While our return to civilization has brought 5G, high speed stable WiFi, a plethora of dining choices, grocery stores that cover acres, and most importantly laundromats (first thing we did after going to the Airbnb was to do laundry), it also brings traffic, humidity, and a general harshing of our mellow. Big Bend National Park and people in Terlingua kept emphasizing how crowded the park was, but compared to most of the other National Parks we’ve been to it was not crowded; I have to wonder how they would react to how crowded a normal city like San Antonio is.

Tomorrow begins the original trip we planned – five days in San Antonio. And guess what, they have a National Park here in town. Hot diggity dog!

Goodbye dramatic scenery
Goodbye desert
Hello to the future of RVing
Purple mountains majesty? Fruited plains?
Texas Bluebonnets, which we saw growing along the roadside in both the National and State Big Bend parks but nowhere else
The desert is not a hospitable place, and every plant has thorns. Significant thorns. And not just the cacti, every plant.
This is an extra prickly pear cactus
I was hoping to see what a nurturing, caring cactus looked like, maybe even no thorns, but apparently such a plant could not survive in the desert, even in a garden cared for by the National Park service.
A happening Wednesday afternoon at the laundromat

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