Headline in local (Albuquerque) paper
NMSU Student new President of FAA
OOPS!
Proof reader, where are you? I'm quite sure Ryan Best, who is a Junior at New Mexico State University, was recently elected President of the National FFA Organization.
I'm quite sure, although talented, this young man hasn't been elected President of the FAA?
Oh, and if you haven't been keeping track, the Future Farmers of America (which is what it was called when I grew up) changed it's name to the National FFA Organization in 1988!
Here's a link to the News Release on young Mr. Best:
https://www.ffa.org/PressRoom/PressReleases/Pages/111022_president.aspx
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
On the road, again
The call of the road reached home a couple of weeks ago, so good by Albuquerque – hello Barstow!
Yes, that Barstow.
Along the way,stops in Winslow, Kingman, Laughlin, Mojave, Bakersfield, Paso Robles and Las Vegas, too.
The occasion was an opportunity to visit the Paso Robles wine country (we arrived a couple days before the harvest, darn) and stay in a magnificent renovated farmhouse at Halter Ranch about 10 miles west of Paso Robles.
Here are some photos and a comment or two about what we saw..
Yes, folks (most of them were graying hair) do stop and stand on the corner in Winslow, Arizona. Made famous by an Eagles song (Takin’ it Easy), there’s a terrific curio shop across the way. The community should thank the supporters of this little park for making an enormous contribution to downtown (and a great photo op). I wonder what had been going on in that upstairs room? Not the one the eagle was looking in. Ah, the subtleties of life!
At the entrance to a neat public golf course in Williams, Arizona, unique rock formations give the course its name - Elephant Rocks Golf Course.
That BAKERSFIELD sign once bridged the downtown, but somebody got carried away and was going to have it carried away so Buck Owens (Hee-Haw) had it moved to the front of what is now the Buck Owens Museum – where the history of the Bakersfield Sound is recounted. I wonder if he lived to see the day?
Halter Ranch vista about 10 miles west of Paso Robles. 1000 acres of land, 231 of it home to 200,000 grape “plants”. First production in the new winery (still under construction in the middle of the pic) is going on this year. Some of us on the trip are not big wine drinkers, but spending more time here might convince us otherwise.
Not a stuffed “Trigger" and these aren’t stuffed mules. The real live person is Jim Baca, with whom I traveled some 2100 miles this trip. These creatures, who's hind end you see in this picture are made of some chemical substance fabricated depicting the Borax 20 Mule Team that once hauled a substance called boron. The huge open pit mine is still in operation supplying boron for Boraxo and hundreds of other products. It’s near Boron, California, only a few miles away from what I’ve been told, is the largest solar collection array in the world.
Culture clash!
Yes, that Barstow.
Along the way,stops in Winslow, Kingman, Laughlin, Mojave, Bakersfield, Paso Robles and Las Vegas, too.
The occasion was an opportunity to visit the Paso Robles wine country (we arrived a couple days before the harvest, darn) and stay in a magnificent renovated farmhouse at Halter Ranch about 10 miles west of Paso Robles.
Here are some photos and a comment or two about what we saw..
Yes, folks (most of them were graying hair) do stop and stand on the corner in Winslow, Arizona. Made famous by an Eagles song (Takin’ it Easy), there’s a terrific curio shop across the way. The community should thank the supporters of this little park for making an enormous contribution to downtown (and a great photo op). I wonder what had been going on in that upstairs room? Not the one the eagle was looking in. Ah, the subtleties of life!
At the entrance to a neat public golf course in Williams, Arizona, unique rock formations give the course its name - Elephant Rocks Golf Course.
That BAKERSFIELD sign once bridged the downtown, but somebody got carried away and was going to have it carried away so Buck Owens (Hee-Haw) had it moved to the front of what is now the Buck Owens Museum – where the history of the Bakersfield Sound is recounted. I wonder if he lived to see the day?
Halter Ranch vista about 10 miles west of Paso Robles. 1000 acres of land, 231 of it home to 200,000 grape “plants”. First production in the new winery (still under construction in the middle of the pic) is going on this year. Some of us on the trip are not big wine drinkers, but spending more time here might convince us otherwise.
Not a stuffed “Trigger" and these aren’t stuffed mules. The real live person is Jim Baca, with whom I traveled some 2100 miles this trip. These creatures, who's hind end you see in this picture are made of some chemical substance fabricated depicting the Borax 20 Mule Team that once hauled a substance called boron. The huge open pit mine is still in operation supplying boron for Boraxo and hundreds of other products. It’s near Boron, California, only a few miles away from what I’ve been told, is the largest solar collection array in the world.
Culture clash!
Monday, October 10, 2011
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Backyard Balloons
Albuquerque's International Balloon Fiesta came our our backyard this morning.
Teddy, watched from the pool deck. It was easier than joining the thousands at the fiesta park.
The craft continued to drift to the south. And that brought back a story...
Several years ago (1996 I think) we volunteered as the chase crew (pickup truck & all) for a balloonist who came to the fiesta from France. We enlisted the help of a French friend - she understood what they were saying. We chased them to areas where they were not really supposed to go, including an alfalfa field about 20 miles south of the field.
And then there was the final day of flight that year:
Breezes much like those today, carried the balloons across the city on a direct line with Albuquerque International Sunport (and Kirtland Air Force Base). Balloons and airplanes don't mix. Balloons and air bases don't mix, either.
We chased the balloon and crew around every open space and parks and school yards all over our northeast part of town. Looking skyward, pulling in to every available parking lot, and jabbering in French on the walkie talkie.
Landing space (and flying fuel) was running out. It was apparent Michel wasn't going to land at a neaarby golf course, so we knew what was next.
Despite warnings to the the contrary, he landed at Kirtland.
Imagine the international awareness of this particular day.
Air Force One carrying President Clinton was going to land at Kirtland 5 hours later, only a few hundred yards from the balloon's landing spot. So, here comes a balloon, with French registration, carrying French citizens, flying over the fence into the secure area.
The folks at Kirtland were ready for this - much more than we were. All came out fine, the balloon and enveloped got loaded and we were on our way, under the watchful eye of military security police (and I'm sure satellite surveillance at NORAD or somewhere like that).
In the bowels of Interpol and the United States Secret Service video of that incident exists.
I wonder if it was ever been used as an training awareness tool?
Imagine what they were thinking at NORAD about that time!
Teddy, watched from the pool deck. It was easier than joining the thousands at the fiesta park.
The craft continued to drift to the south. And that brought back a story...
Several years ago (1996 I think) we volunteered as the chase crew (pickup truck & all) for a balloonist who came to the fiesta from France. We enlisted the help of a French friend - she understood what they were saying. We chased them to areas where they were not really supposed to go, including an alfalfa field about 20 miles south of the field.
And then there was the final day of flight that year:
Breezes much like those today, carried the balloons across the city on a direct line with Albuquerque International Sunport (and Kirtland Air Force Base). Balloons and airplanes don't mix. Balloons and air bases don't mix, either.
We chased the balloon and crew around every open space and parks and school yards all over our northeast part of town. Looking skyward, pulling in to every available parking lot, and jabbering in French on the walkie talkie.
Landing space (and flying fuel) was running out. It was apparent Michel wasn't going to land at a neaarby golf course, so we knew what was next.
Despite warnings to the the contrary, he landed at Kirtland.
Imagine the international awareness of this particular day.
Air Force One carrying President Clinton was going to land at Kirtland 5 hours later, only a few hundred yards from the balloon's landing spot. So, here comes a balloon, with French registration, carrying French citizens, flying over the fence into the secure area.
The folks at Kirtland were ready for this - much more than we were. All came out fine, the balloon and enveloped got loaded and we were on our way, under the watchful eye of military security police (and I'm sure satellite surveillance at NORAD or somewhere like that).
In the bowels of Interpol and the United States Secret Service video of that incident exists.
I wonder if it was ever been used as an training awareness tool?
Imagine what they were thinking at NORAD about that time!
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