Saturday, December 27, 2014

St. Croix, US Virgin Islands -- June 2014 (Part 2A: Point Udall)

DAY TWO:  Sunday, 1 June 2014

I awoke at 6 am.  One of the first things I needed to do today was to get my rental.  First I was going to enjoy the beach.  Since I brought snacks with me, I had breakfast stuff.  Some of the snacks had vanished from my bag (probably where my lock was), so I’d need to get replacements.  It was all pre-packaged stuff, but it was just the principle of the matter.  I walked along the beach in front of the Palms from the cement wall all the way back to the pier remnants.  I described those in the last visit here, so I’m not going to do it again.



This section of the beach was a bit rockier than the area in front of Villa One (and heading down towards the Palms’ dining area).  The waves wash in a lot of sea grass, as a coral reef begins not too far out.  It’s this coral which is ground down and creates the sand of the beach.  Areas where there isn’t a nearby reef tend to have whiter sand (like Grace Bay Beach in Turks & Caicos), and are free of the sea grass.  Just a difference I noted.




Of the shots above, the first one is looking eastward towards Christiansted Harbor, and the other is looking west (Villa One is visible at the left).  The area looking west, which is called Pelican Cove, curves inward to create the bay, and then juts back out further (where the yellow buildings are off in the distance).  Where the curvy palm tree is out by itself is where the “less rocky” portion of the beach begins, and also where it curves inward.  I’d walked this every day on my last visit, and had been able to orient it on the map, but I just wanted to try to give a basic description to who might be reading this so you’ll get a general idea of the layout.
During my walk I noticed a number of interesting coral pieces.  One in particular I thought was a T-Rex tooth, based on size and shape.  That’s my footprint to the right to size a sense of scale.  That piece was about five pounds.  I set it up further on the beach with the idea I wanted to see if the tides would drag it back out.




I then changed into my swimsuit, and finally enjoyed the water for a bit.  After cleaning up, it was then about 9 am.  I went to the front desk to see if I could hitch a ride to the Airport.  No one was going that way.  I called Hertz to see if they had a shuttle or someone could come out to get me (as it was partially their fault I could get my rental last night).  No such luck.  I ended up calling for a taxi to get me there, and that was $20 less I had for fun.  I made sure to confirm the fare before making the arrangements, as it was recommended to do in my Frommer’s book.  I didn’t have it with me this time, but I recalled reading it previously.
Didn’t get much of an apology or answer from Hertz, but since the person present said she wasn’t on duty the previous night, I let it go.  My rental was a silver Ford Fiesta.  I already have Argent at home, and as I drove Route 75 back to the Palms I waited for this one to tell me her name.  Eventually “Silvara” popped in, which was also a Dragonlance character.  Silvara it is.
With the rental secure, it was time to get groceries to have dinners in.  There’s no in-room kitchen facilities, so I have to get stuff which can be easily assembled and/or prepared.  The last time I was here, I went to Pueblo (which was close to Christiansted), so this time I went to Food Town (which was about a third of the distance from the Palms).  It was a smaller establishment, but still pretty well-stocked.  In addition to my replacement snacky items, I just got juice, and some deli stuff to make sandwiches.  I stowed my groceries in my room fridge, and then it was time to really enjoy the island.



I gave a brief call to Angie to coordinate our meeting (as we’ve been chatting over the phone for the last couple weeks).  Angie was the local who I met coming in on the plane on my last visit.  We made arrangements to have dinner Monday night with the Caribbean BBQ which the Palms hosts.  I also left another message with Greg Worrell at VLBA to set up a time for our Tuesday meeting.  I suggested noonish.
My first destination was again Point Udall.  I breezed through Christiansted, and passed Cheeseburgers In America’s Paradise (where I’d be getting lunch on the way back).  The drive out was a way to reacquaint myself with the area, and look for the specific points Denise had let me know about.
The first thing I noticed when I reached Point Udall was there were letters on the monument again!  (They were worn off when I was here last time.)  I also brought my pyramid with me to charge it up.  The last trip the pyramid took with me was my sojourn to Arizona in 2008.  I’d also brought my copies of Where When How and the AAA magazine, so I could take pictures with them in a “far away” place.



I took a number of similar shots as I did last time, and also did a bunch with the pyramid featured in it (much like what I did in AZ).  Eventually a Jeep pulled up with two local couples in it, so I had someone who could use my camera to take shots of me.  I also took a couple selfies with the phone (not very good ones, I feel), so Chris will believe I’m actually at a place I said I’ve been.



One of the people I met was part of the local environmental commission.  We talked a short time about how the area could be developed smartly (by not doing what was done in Austin, but trying to do what TCI did correctly).  I would’ve liked to have gotten a card from him, but government officials (even out-of-the-office and off-duty) are never very forth-coming.



I stopped back a Split Cove like I did before, and again there was a car sitting there with no signs of occupants.  The second thing I noticed was the sign that had identified the area was knocked over and rusted.  It was hard to tell what it even said.  I took a few shots of the area, but didn’t stay long because I was hungry,  This is supposed to be a good area to go swimming, and the lighter blue means there’s sand below the water (instead of coral).  There’s really no place to secure my wallet, phone, keys, and such here, plus I didn’t have my swim gear with me to start with.  This would be a better place to go with a group who can take turns keeping an eye on valuables and enjoying the water.  Also because this is a remote area, there’s no lifeguard present.  Keep in mind some of the areas around the island have riptides and undertows, you have to be smart when you swim.







For more information on the places visited or mentioned:
Palms at Pelican Cove:  http://www.palmspelicancove.com/
Food Town:  http://waterfrontvillastcroix.com/Grocery_Stores.html



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Saturday, December 20, 2014

St. Croix, US Virgin Islands -- May 2014 (Part 1: Return to Paradise)

DAY ONE:  Saturday, 31 May 2014

It’s been said to me before that getting there is never easy.  When I originally planned this return trip, I’d be leaving at an un-natural hour in order to arrive on the beach by 5 pm.  My arrangements got changed at the beginning of May, as my travel agent (Krista, of the Round Rock AAA office) had informed me.  I’d still be leaving Austin at an un-natural hour, but I’d be arriving t St. Croix by 8 pm.  I confess I had this thought of picking up my rental car and driving myself back to the Palms when it was still daylight.  I feel I know the roads well enough, but I’d rather not be re-orienting myself during the dark.  That’s because the roads can be laden with potholes, and those are just easier to spot when it’s light out.  Well, that’s what the airport transfer bus was for.
It was very hot and sticky last, as I tried to get a little extra rest before my journey.  Stoop was anxious as he saw me pack.  I tried to snuggle with him a bit before I left, but it was just too hot.  He always misses m when I’m away, and seems to get depressed.  If I could take him with me, I would.
Part of the original plan was to put my car at the Parking Spot.  That AAA Discount of 25% off sounds good until the sales tax and “airport access fee” (for a grand total of 19%) get tacked on.  $10 a day isn’t such a deal any more.  I discovered that ABIA parking had been reduced to $7 a day (taxes included).  Seemed like a better deal.
I parked in Lot B, right in the front near a shuttle pick-up.  I was the only one on the bus, so the driver (a cute college-aged girl named Abby) and I talked a bit.  She was all into listening to the UFO Conspiracy theorist on KLBJ-AM, as well as Alex Jones.  Her favorite bands were Korn and Rage Against The Machine.  I told her that she might like Nightwish or Epica.  Because my business cards were packed in my carry-on (as opposed to the usual spot in my pocket), I wasn’t able to give her one.  I don’t think we would’ve clicked much.
At the airport there was a nice red-headed backpack traveler who was trying to work the self-kiosk for American Airlines.  I tried to assist, but it was directing her to the front desk to complete her request, which wasn’t even open yet.  Well, I attempted to do my good turn for the day.  Once through security, I walked back and forth along the terminal so I could build up some pedometer miles.  I try to do that when I know I’ll sitting most of the day.
My first flight was on United, and would take me to Houston IAH, where I’d get a three-hour layover.  I figured I’d either walk, work on this journal, or watch something on the Kindle (or a combination of all three).  Whenever I’m at the airport, I always take the time to do some people-watching.  There was some good eye-candy, but nothing really that jumped out at me.
When I checked my bag, the United attendant only gave me two boarding passes.  She said I’d have to pick up my third once I reached San Juan for the last leg of my journey.  I wasn’t too keen on that, especially how un-friendly Angie had said the airport was to anyone who spoke English.  Well, I’ll see when I get there.  Because of the change in flight arrangements earlier, my 90 minute layover in San Juan was now three-hours.  Well, more than enough time to figure this out then.
The flight to Houston was short, and I spent the time in repose getting some rest.  No one was very talkative, as most of the lights were out.  I disliked the long layover, but I got a lot of walking done.  I walked as far as I could within the secure area.  Part of that was because there was no WiFi I could connect to.  I brought the tablet for that reason.  Bummer.  At least there were places I could get actual food, unlike my last trip to St.  Croix, where I fasted (not by choice) the entire trip out, and was starving when I arrived.
On the flight from Houston to Puerto Rico, I sat next to a nice older couple, but they weren’t very talkative.  I read some of my book, but I wanted something a little more engaging.  At least there was an in-flight movie to watch.  It was Ride Along starring Ice Cube and Kevin Hart.  It wasn’t as stupid as the previews made it out to be, so it was a decent watch.  It would’ve been better without Kevin Hart, who I think was purposely being annoying.  I also got to watch some of the current CBS line-up too, which confirmed why I don’t watch network prime-time (because it’s stupid).  Yes, I caught another episode of The Big Bang Theory, and there was nothing there I found remotely funny.



Upon my arrival at San Juan, my next adventure began.  My flight to St. Croix (STX is the airport abbreviation) wasn’t even listed on the leader board.  I went over to the United desk (at the gate I’d just come through) and asked for assistance.  I was told that I’d have to go to the Cape Air terminal over in Section A (I was currently in Section C), and they would print my ticket.  That made me wonder if my luggage would be transferred all the way through.  I had another three-hour layover, thanks to the way the itinerary was changed.  I walked to Section A (didn’t have to go through security again), and found the Cape Air desk … manned by a single individual, with a waiting line.



Cape Air has a fleet of Cessna’s which fly to all the USVI and BVI locations.  Space and weight was limited.  Each person had to give their weight, and their bag were weighed.  The ladies ahead of me didn’t appreciate that they had to be truthful.  Once their group (heading to Tortola) was processed, then it was my turn.  The change of itinerary meant there weren’t any flight arrangements for me.  I showed the sheets AAA had given me as proof of the trip (and change).  Seems when United changed the flights, they didn’t notify Cape Air.  I think I stood at the desk for about 15 minutes as my stuff was being re-arranged.  The man at the Cape Air desk (Carlos) was very helpful.  He knew it was their cock-up, and he did some good customer service to fix it.  Soon I had my ticket.  With that done, I killed the down time by walking around the airport, and playing some games on the Kindle.
At the appointed time (7 p, when originally I would’ve been on the beach already), I joined the other passengers as we walked across the tarmac to our awaiting Cessna.  There was a guy who didn’t speak much, but took a lot of pictures; a lady in a wheelchair; an expat from St. Croix (now living in Trinidad) who was visiting her folks; and a fresh-out of high school ASL teacher visiting her family for a month on St. Croix.  The ASL teacher said this was the first time she’d flown since high school, and her first trip by herself.



The sky was beautiful as the sun was going down, but it was hard to get any shots because the airport tower was in the way.  The Cessna was built to hold about a dozen people (including crew), and it was still a snug fit for us.  Since even our carry-on bags had been stowed, I was only able to take pictures with my phone.  Still, I got what I could of the Puerto Rico landscape.



It was only 45 minutes or so to St. Croix, and it was night when we arrived.  I was finally able to enjoy the tropical breeze once we landed, and walked across to the STX airport terminal.  I saw my checked baggage had made the trip also, for that I was happy.  The Airport Shuttle guy was waiting for me.  I wanted to pick up the rental, but it was late to drive and become familiar with the place again.  I didn’t have much of a choice, as the Hertz person was not present.  The agents for Avis and Budget were at their stations, but no one seemed to know where the Hertz agent was.  Well, that’s another reason why I had the shuttle set up as my “Plan B.”



The shuttle driver was named Douglas, and I think it was the same guy who drove me before.  He sounded like a drunk Morgan Freeman.  I think he’d had a few too, as he swerved a bit more than just to avoid potholes.  He took me on the same hilly switchback route as my first visit (Route 79, near the Sunny Isle Shopping Plaza).  Had I been driving myself, I would’ve taken Route 75 (Northside Road) which is more hilly and curvy, but a better quality road.  I was getting to my destination finally.
When we arrived at the Palms at Pelican Cove, we noticed there were a lot of cars present.  There was a runway fashion show at the place this weekend.  That meant I’d been bumped from my coveted Room 8 to Room 26, which was in the next villa over.  If I’d wanted that to start with, I would’ve gone here back in May as originally planned.  Room 8 would be free Monday, and I could decide then if I wanted to change it.  Well, let’s see what it looks like first.




Room 8 was in Villa One, and Room 26 was in Villa Two, about twice the distance from the beach (so no “30 step walk” this time).  There were more plants and trees in the way, so I didn’t have an un-obstructed view.  I could see the light from the condos to my right.  Wasn’t really feeling it, but will see how the morning looks.  I started to unpack a few essentials and realized that TSA had swiped the lock on the main portion of my suitcase (the nicer of the two locks, by the way).  I could use the other one for the main compartment, but the bag would be less-secure now.  That’ll affect my ability to bring stuff home.




I took a few pictures of the room (loved the design of the bathroom), and then headed over to the bar for drinks.  As the bottle in the room was free, I kept that so I could work on it during the week.



The fashion show had closed the dining area for the next two nights, so I’m glad I didn’t need any food.  I ordered an “alcoholic milkshake” to start with.  My bartender, her name was Ocean, told me what I was asking for was a “Bushwhacker,” not a “Bushmaster” (as I called it).  So that’s why no one state-side ever knew what it was.  :)  Nevertheless, it was tasty.
There were a few patrons at the bar, as most of the people present were associated with the fashion show.  Let’s just say in many numbers of ways this was not my crowd.  I came for peace and quiet, not loud urban music.  I can hear that at home any time in the neighborhood.  And those participating in the show were not what I found “pleasing to the eye” (I’m being honest, so sue me).  After killing the Bushwhacker (and not having anyone to chat with), I ordered a Rum Punch to take back to the room.  Bushwhacker was $8, and Rum Punch was $6, and I made sure to give Ocean a $2 on each.  She said she’d be working tomorrow night also, so I’ll come back to see her.



Walking back to my room, I stopped at Villa One and sat near the beach, as it was quiet.  Then I realized I could do that in front of Villa Two also.  I headed down to the beach area near my room, and conveniently found a chair sitting there.  I made good use of it, as I enjoyed a clear view of the Big Dipper (without much light pollution).  It was nearing 11 pm now, and once I had finished the Rum Punch I staggered back to the room.  Yes, staggered.  The lack of sleep and long time awake had caught up with me, enhanced by the affects of the rum.
Once my head hit the pillow, I flatlined.  I was out like a light.



For more information on the places visited or mentioned:
            The Parking Spot:  http://www.theparkingspot.com/
            San Juan Airporthttp://san-juan-airport.com/
            Cape Air:  https://www.capeair.com/



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Friday, December 12, 2014

Camp Mabry Air Show & Texas Military Forces Museum (Austin, TX) -- April 2014

AMERICAN HEROES AIR SHOW & TEXAS MILITARY FORCES MUSEUM OPEN HOUSE  (CAMP MABRY, AUSTIN, TX) – 27 APRIL 2014


As you drive down the Mopac Expressway, you’ll pass the active military base called Camp Mabry.  I’ve seen a sign for the Texas Military Forces Museum, but was never able to find it because I thought it was next to the base (not located on it).  Once I figured that out, I finally was able to stop over there circa 2011 on one of my staycation days (this was  before I’d purchased my digital camera).  The only pictures I had were the few I took on my dinosaur phone.  I did spend a couple hours there and absorbed all the exhibits.  I’d been considering a return trip to serve as an entry for this blog, perhaps as part of a new version of “Be A Tourist In Your Own City.”



I learned there was the American Heroes Air Show and Texas Military Forces Open House happening the weekend of 26-27th April.  Since I was volunteering with Austin Planetarium all Saturday, thus I’d only be able to get over on the second day.  I pulled into Camp Mabry right at 10am (when it was set to begin), and had a different welcoming experience I did than the previous visit there.  The first time was an MP telling me the directions to the Texas Military Forces Museum, and not to deviate from the directions on where to park for it.  This time there were many enlisted personnel directing traffic to fields designated as parking lots, and there were a lot of warm smiles.  After driving Argent across the grass to park, I commented to a soldier that this was the first time I’d taken my car “off-road.”

When I first entered I’d been given a map of the area, which had a schedule of events.  That was folded into my back pocket and never came out the entire day I have to admit, because I found so many things to do.  Not only was the air show going on, but the Museum was open, and there would be some side events to mark Earth Day and Arbor Day (which had happened the previous week).

I headed towards the parade grounds, which was where the vendor tents were set up.  I spoke to the local Boy Scout troop about an opportunity of being an “inspector” which checks on the condition of the various troops in an area.  Sounded pretty interesting.  I also spoke to some one from Grand Canyon University (with campuses in Phoenix and Austin) about career opportunities.  Okay, it’s a Christian-based school, so not what I’d normally be checking out, but as this point I’ll take anyone’s money that’ll pay me well.  I also entered a raffle to win a three-wheeled vehicle known as the “T-Rex.”  As I filled out the card, I asked the college-aged volunteer if I win could I have the T-Rex that ate the lawyer in Jurassic Park.  The blank look on her face, and the chuckles from her peers, showed that she had no idea what reference I was making.  Come on, the movie’s not that old.  >grin<



Another vendor I stopped at was K9 Mastery.  I was more than happy to give money towards dog training, and even purchased one of their shirts.  I made sure to pet the dogs there, and let them rub all over me, so I’d come home with foreign dog smell on me (to make Stoop jealous).  During the day I stopped back there a number of times to make another “donation” in exchange for a bottle of water.  When a bottle was pulled from the cooler, whichever dog was closest would proceed to lick off all the condensation.  They’d also lick my arms and neck, as I’m sure my salt sweat tasted nice.

Following the path of the parade field, it brought me to where some helicopters were parked.  It was really nice to look inside the Blackhawk or climb aboard the CH-47 Chinook transport helicopter, the jewel of this (to me) was the AH-1 Apache.  I’ve liked that copter ever since Skywolf showed up piloting one in the 1980s series Airboy.  The Apache was the only one visitors couldn’t go in, probably because it’s not designed to have “passengers.”  Taking my picture next to it would have to be enough.




Circling around the parade field, closest to razor-wire fence separating the base from Mopac, there’s some Saber jets permanently mounted.  Parked near them were some Armored Personnel Carriers (APCs), mobile rocket launchers, and a couple Humvees.  One was opened so I could crawl inside and stand behind the top-mounted gun.  The soldier taking my picture told me to “look mean.”  I think I ended up looking insane.  The person assigned to the top position doesn’t have to stand all the time, as I noticed there’s a small sling (or hammock) to sit on.  I’m sure the Humvee was an older, decommissioned model, but the instrument panel looked like that of a vehicle from the late 1960s.  Perhaps the interior is designed that way because that simplistic straight-forward instrument panel is hardier than the modern electronic-based instrument cluster of the vehicles I’m used to seeing in.



There were so many things there just from the heavy equipment, I would’ve like to take a picture of each (complete with informational sign if available).  That would’ve been nice companion to any of my role-playing game manuals.  This one particular rocket launcher caught my attention as it had the Punisher skull on it.  I took a picture of it with my phone and texted it to Henry because I knew he’d appreciate it.



After I’d come nearly full circle around the parade field, I found a display of early 20th Century small arms, including a Vickers mounted submachine gun.  Some of the other rifles there showed how efficiently these were produced (stamped metal, minimum of parts).  When you’re in war-time production, you go for functionality over aesthetics.



Knowing this whole event would only go on until 4pm, I wanted to make sure I was able to spend some time in Texas Military Forces Museum, so I started heading that way.  As I’d already been in there once (and spent a lot of time reading the informational cards on the displays), I figured I’d just be able to get some specific shots to highlights the exhibits.  Working my way in that direction, I came upon the Natural & Cultural Activities section (the side events to mark Earth Day and Arbor Day).  Where there were any type of coloring books, I picked them up for Henry’s daughter.  Among the exhibits here was a representative from Austin Zoo who had a baby kangaroo (a “joey”) that children could see…




…A “Guess the Animal Print” game, some information about invasive species and tree-ring counting put on by Texas A&M Forest Service…


…And a display on cave paintings.  There was a large white sheet of paper where visitors could draw their own painting (using the available markers).  I’ve always been the casual artist, so I made a particular doodle on the sheet of a something I like, plus a variation of one of my characters.  I always sign my work, and if I’m doing it “anonymously” I use a stylized form of the “anarchy” symbol.  As you can see, I wove in my “guerrilla marketing” tactic too, as I drew the logo for Austin Planetarium.  I wonder if anyone will realize the “14” as part of the signature represents “2014,” not the age of the artist.





Across the way from there I met a nice lady who had information about old Camp Bowie, some earthen fire pits of the Hill Country, and a hidden ancient winery.  Laura was very nice, and had a lot of good information.  She was very interested in what I was doing with Austin Planetarium, although with her living in San Antonio made it difficult to come to the regular meetings.  I still gave her my card (with my contact info on it), as I hoped she’d be reach out to me when she’d be in the area next.  I like ladies who have archeological and scientific interests.

Nearby were a some long plastic bins filled with sand, so represent what it was like to be on an archeological dig.  There were small shovels and some shifters, and among the “buried treasure” which could be uncovered were pottery shards and animal bone fragments.  The man running this, Bill, said you could learn a lot about a culture by not only what is buried, but how deep it’s buried.  I’ve pretty well versed in this field, so we had more of a peer-to-peer conversation than him being instructor.  I still had fun playing in the sandbox.  Bill got a good laugh when I said digging for items here reminded me of looking for “buried treasure” in the cat box.

Leaving that area, I could see (and mostly hear) the demonstration of the helicopters and land vehicles taking pot shots at each other.  The sound level was low, so not to equal of what it would normally be in an actual combat situation.  This action was taking place over on the Parade Field.



I had stopped at some of the smaller displays were soldiers had various rifles setting out for the public to examine.  Since there’d be tons of civilians present at this event, all the magazines had been removed from the weapons for safety reasons.  There were some infantry rifles there, but I mostly looked at the .50 calibers.  Yes, they aren’t designed to be held, much less fired, in the manner I’m holding it (no matter what you might see in the movies).  That’s why there’s a tripod on the front.  And where I’m holding the barrel would get hot extremely quick.  This was just simply to get a feel for the weight of the weapon.



Mostly I checked out the sniper rifles, in order to see how things were viewed by the scope.  Having a bright red arrow was much easier to sight in your target than simple black cross-hairs.  The soldier explained that while there’s still a lot of technology to enhance them (like figuring range, wind speed, etc.), they’re still taught how to do without it first.  Like how the basics are still the foundation.  One of the sniper rifles I was shown (which I don’t call the specific name of) had a real interesting way it would be cleaned.  A bolt would be removed to unlock the stock, which was on a hinge to swing away.  That would allow the action to be removed (in a single piece), and then a long rod is used to clean the powder residue and other gunk from inside the barrel.  Just the thought to make the rifle care easy was just as interesting to me the use of the weapons.

Next to that was a display on WW2-era paratrooper gear.  The folding stocks on those rifles were probably what gave the idea of the sniper rifle mentioned above.  One thing which was interesting was the amount of equipment the WW2 paratrooper got rid off once they landed.  They wore a life-vest in case their transport plane went down, or their chute dropped them in a lake, but it was quite unnecessary once on the ground, so that was the first item discarded.

The second item was one which made sense once you thought about it, but probably wasn’t in the forefront of most people’s minds.  Gas mask.  WW2 soldiers were still being issued gas masks, but Germany didn’t use gas as a weapon like they did in the prior conflict.  (Yes, you can morbidly say the Germans were using the gas in “other ways” then.)  Also, at least early on in WW2, the gear carried by the U.S. soldier was mostly tan (not olive drab), because the government was using up what was left over from WW1 first.  Just a little tidbit there.



After a quick photo opportunity with a “General Purpose” vehicle (aka “Jeep”), I found a small display of artifacts which had come from the Iraq War.  It had an officer’s uniform from the Republican Guard, and some of the specialty branch pins (artillery, infantry, armor, quartermaster, etc.).  The branch pins were displayed next to U.S. branch pins to show that many of the designs were similar.  Another little interesting tidbit.  On display also was some of the pre-Saddam era money (which is no longer in circulation, as there’s been new designs).  The designs there were just as intricate as any other country’s currency (in order to make forging difficult).



There was also the notorious “deck of cards” of the Iraqi leadership, with Saddam being the Ace of Spades.  The soldier I spoke with said this was done so during recreation times, playing cards would help allow them to learn and memorize their targets.  I did note it was probably interesting to play “Crazy Eights” or “Go Fish” with this deck.

By then I’d made my way to the actual Texas Military Forces Museum.  While this has information about the role Texas units played in various conflicts, there’s a whole focus on the 36th Infantry Division.  There were dioramas showing some of the major actions, as well as rare film footage.  The WW1 section was small, but it did detail the 36th’s support role in the Meuse-Argonne Offensive during October 1918.  While that was the longest and bloodiest of the war, it was also one of the last battles fought before the Armistice.



The information about the 36th Infantry Division’s role in WW2 had many more exhibits.  There were details about their role in the Battle of Salerno in September 1943 (as part of Operation Avalanche, which was the Allied invasion of Italy), the “Lost Battalion” trapped behind German lines in October 1944 (which ultimately rescued by a force of Japanese-Americans), and those captured soldiers who slaved to build the Burma-Thailand Railroad (also know as the “Death Railroad”).  There were other artifacts from that conflict too, including Rommel’s hat, and an Imperial Japanese katana.  As I’d read this detailed information on my previous visit, I breezed through this, as I wanted to be able to see other events on the base today.



I did find a new section, which had been a storage area the last time I was here.  This now had two partitions, one dedicated to the specific Civil War battles which happened in Texas, or which Texas regiments were engaged in.  The other portion dealt with the roles the Texas National Guard have played.  The Civil War area especially was chocked full of information which could take all day just to read through.  Well, here’s a reason to come back, and a testament as to why you should keep coming back to visit places you’ve been before, because you never know what new things you’ll discover.  One of the more interesting displays to me was a piece of the Berlin Wall, as I vividly recall when this symbol of the Cold War came down.




Inside the main portion of the Texas Military Forces museum were various vehicles which have seen service, including some captured enemy ones.  Outside in an area known as “Artillery Row” is where many tanks and other larger vehicles are on display.  Some of these had been moved (perhaps to other locations on the base for the weekend’s activities).  Again I’d examined these in greater detail on my previous visit, so I looked quickly at them, because I heard the sounds of the WW2 re-enactment taking place on the other side of the camp.  Many soldiers were driving around on golf carts to serve as transportation for visitors today, and I quickly hitched a ride down to the “large pond area.”



As the demonstration was already in progress, the stands were already filled with spectators.  I stood on the hill overlooking the area to try to get a better view, but having some binoculars handy would’ve been nice.  The camera battery was dying (and I wanted it to last the rest of the day), otherwise I would’ve used that.  The re-enactment was showing some U.S. troops working their way up a hill to storm a bunker, and then working on taking out some German armor.


While they were firing blank rounds, the sounds were accurately simulated.  Gun shots are loud.  The sound rolled across the pond, and echoed off the hill behind us.  And a breeze brought the smell of gun powder over to the spectators.  The whole re-enactment lasted about a half-hour, and of course ended with an American victory.  While only a skirmish, this was enough to show what watching actual combat was like.  I did overhear one parent saying to their young child that this is what war was like, and it wasn’t like his video game.  I wondered what the people who lived nearby the base thought of this, but then considered this is stuff they must hear pretty regularly.

I headed back up the hill towards the parade field to make one more pass of the vendors to see if there was anything I missed.  There was only about an hour left of the event, and this had been time well spent.  I’d seen much more today than I expected to, and have thoroughly enjoyed myself.  I scratched the surface on some things, and missed some other events.  There was a parachute display and a Civil War weapons demonstration which also happened today.  These were listed on the program schedule which hadn’t emerged from my back pocket since when I first arrived.  I feel I’d covered this pretty well.



I learned that the helicopters were going to be lifting off, I headed back that way.  Ground crew were keeping the crowd a safe distance back, but people still kept trying to step forward.  Pay attention to the professionals who are there for your safety.  We were at least over two tractor-trailer lengths away.  We could hear the whine of the engine as the Apache warmed up, and it got steadily louder until the point the turbines began to spin.  The pre-flight check still took a few moments, but we could tell when it time to lift-off.  The wind rush generated by the pining rotor blades was forceful, and it hadn’t even left the ground yet.

Once the Apache began to ascend, the intensity dramatically increased.  Some had to step back because of the pressure generated, and others had their hats blown off.  Since the camera battery had died, I used the phone to try to take a movie of it.  Between the wind, no “anti-shake” feature, and my common muscle spasms, it came more like a “shaky cam” video than I intended.  It was also hard to separate what was the sound of the rotors and the force of the wind on the footage.  The Apache went down the length of the parade field, swung around, and then flew back over where we were.  That was a pretty wild experience!



A few moments later, the CH-47 began its take-off procedure.  Once that had left the area the Blackhawk departed as well.  Each of those also had some wind rush, but no where near the intensity generated by the Apache.

This was a great experience, and the weather today was perfect for it.  It wasn’t too hot, and a nice breeze helped keep the humidity at bay.  Events like this might be only listed as a paragraph under the “events calendar” in the local paper, or posted on some flyer in a random location.  I heard about this via word-of-mouth, and it was a great tip.  I had a lot of fun.  You never know what interesting things you might encounter, so it’s always a great to get out and try new things.



For more information on the places visited or mentioned:
            American Heroes Air Show: http://www.heroes-airshow.com/austin/
            Texas Military Forces Museumhttp://www.texasmilitaryforcesmuseum.org/mabry.htm
            Grand Canyon Universityhttp://www.gcu.edu/
            K9 Mastery:  http://www.k9mastery.com/
            Austin Zoo:  http://www.austinzoo.org/
            Texas A&M Forest Service:  http://texasforestservice.tamu.edu/main/default.aspx
            Lost Battalion:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lost_Battalion_(World_War_II)
            Lost Battalion:  http://texasmilitaryforcesmuseum.org/lostbattalion/index.htm
            Burma-Thailand Railroad:  http://www.hellfirepass.com/historical_facts_hellfire_pass.html



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