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I know that
Josephin Baker wear such feathers and bananas too.
"...Josephine Baker was famous for her sensational dance performances. She often wore nothing but a few ostrich feathers, and her famous banana costume...
Josephine Baker - Wikipedia
Did you know Josephine`s truck was an Ostrich Carriage... not a J4 nor a Mercedes-Benz.
Picture: Berlin 1926
Ostrich Carriage Cawston Ostrich Farm California:
Cawston Ostrich Farm - Wikipedia
We visited such a farm in Namibia...brought an ostrich egg home.
Andres was close to Namibia.
Some additional excerpts from Andres near Namibia and his journey from up the west side from Cape Town. Old Landy in action. “Giving up” is not in her DNA
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The couple in the lot at Lake Louise make me think of the 'dude' we met at the Safeway in Woodland Park. Seems to be more and more Mr Spicoli's in the wild the days. FarOut Man!
We liked the sentence Andres wrote that confirms he is heading to Switzerland from the southern most tip of Africa.
When Andres traveled this part was South-West Africa.
Namibia Independence Day on 21 March 1990
Independence
History of Namibia - Wikipedia
Windhoek skyline capital of Namibia
By 9 February 1990, the Constituent Assembly had drafted and adopted a constitution. Independence Day on 21 March 1990, was attended by numerous international representatives, including the main players, the UN Secretary-General Javier Pérez de Cuéllar and President of South Africa F W de Klerk, who jointly conferred formal independence on Namibia.
Sam Nujoma was sworn in as the first President of Namibia watched by Nelson Mandela (who had been released from prison shortly beforehand) and representatives from 147 countries, including 20 heads of state.[21]
On 1 March 1994, the coastal enclave of Walvis Bay and 12 offshore islands were transferred to Namibia by South Africa. This followed three years of bilateral negotiations between the two governments and the establishment of a transitional Joint Administrative Authority (JAA) in November 1992 to administer the 780 km2 (300 sq mi) territory. The peaceful resolution of this territorial dispute was praised by the international community, as it fulfilled the provisions of the UNSCR 432 (1978), which declared Walvis Bay to be an integral part of Namibia.
Maybe we have been on the same waterhole as Andres was/ his diary entry Juli 19 )
Etosha National Park, Namibia today
Etosha National Park - Namibia
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awaiting more of this...
When Andres traveled this part was South-West Africa.
Namibia Independence Day on 21 March 1990
Independence
History of Namibia - Wikipedia
Windhoek skyline capital of Namibia
By 9 February 1990, the Constituent Assembly had drafted and adopted a constitution. Independence Day on 21 March 1990, was attended by numerous international representatives, including the main players, the UN Secretary-General Javier Pérez de Cuéllar and President of South Africa F W de Klerk, who jointly conferred formal independence on Namibia.
Sam Nujoma was sworn in as the first President of Namibia watched by Nelson Mandela (who had been released from prison shortly beforehand) and representatives from 147 countries, including 20 heads of state.[21]
On 1 March 1994, the coastal enclave of Walvis Bay and 12 offshore islands were transferred to Namibia by South Africa. This followed three years of bilateral negotiations between the two governments and the establishment of a transitional Joint Administrative Authority (JAA) in November 1992 to administer the 780 km2 (300 sq mi) territory. The peaceful resolution of this territorial dispute was praised by the international community, as it fulfilled the provisions of the UNSCR 432 (1978), which declared Walvis Bay to be an integral part of Namibia.
Maybe we have been on the same waterhole as Andres was/ his diary entry Juli 19 )
Etosha National Park, Namibia today
Etosha National Park - Namibia
Awesome add to us understanding the history and context. Much appreciated.
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Day 5. Continued
September 5, 2018 - Evening
After we finished up at the Uhaul center, we pointed our sails towards Mount Rainer National Park with the expectation that we would find a suitable site to camp at along the way. As usual, we were losing light and the National Forest could not come soon enough. We were getting close, you can always tell when your cellphone signal drops to zero that you’ve finally made it to the promise land. A place where all of your problems go directly to voicemail.
We found a beautiful access road into into the National Forrest and eased just far enough in where we could not easily be found. CD turned Brutus hard to port, and docked for the evening.
We quickly setup camp and scavenged for forest wood, since our leftover Canadian wood stash had to be abandoned back at EBI.
CD was able to start a magnificent campfire and we sat by the flames talking and reminiscing until it was time to retire to our tents.
September 5, 2018 - Evening
After we finished up at the Uhaul center, we pointed our sails towards Mount Rainer National Park with the expectation that we would find a suitable site to camp at along the way. As usual, we were losing light and the National Forest could not come soon enough. We were getting close, you can always tell when your cellphone signal drops to zero that you’ve finally made it to the promise land. A place where all of your problems go directly to voicemail.
We found a beautiful access road into into the National Forrest and eased just far enough in where we could not easily be found. CD turned Brutus hard to port, and docked for the evening.
We quickly setup camp and scavenged for forest wood, since our leftover Canadian wood stash had to be abandoned back at EBI.
CD was able to start a magnificent campfire and we sat by the flames talking and reminiscing until it was time to retire to our tents.
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Day 6.
September 6, 2018
The tree canopy obscured the morning sun and the cool mountain air allowed us to sleep later into the morning than usual. We had a few landmarks we wanted to hit before we went to the port to pick up “Old Landy”, so we skipped breakfast and decided to strike camp quickly and move out.
The first stop on the agenda was Mount Rainer. Considered one of the most dangerous volcanoes in the world, this 14,411 foot high, glacier ice topped peak is a spectacular sight to see. Now a dormant volcano, it’s last eruption was in 1894.
The road provided panoramic views of the surrounding Cascade Mountain Range as the switchbacks brought Rainer’s Peak in and out of view.
Once Mt. Rainer was in our rear view mirror for good, we decided to make an unscheduled detour to Mt. Saint Helens, another famous volcano in the Cascade Range.
I was just a boy living in Montana when one of the largest and deadliest volcanic eruptions in US history took place. I can still remember watching the news and what appeared to be a snow storm of volcanic ash falling from the sky and local residents clamoring around the towns wearing face masks to prevent inhaling the ash. Once inhaled into the lungs, it hardens like concrete causing suffocation and death.
This volcano has always fascinated me and if we could catch even a glimpse of the mountain before heading back to Seattle to pickup Old Landy, it would be quite a treat for me.
It was about an hour detour from where we were, however, the way in was the only way out.... we would have to backtrack the way we came to get back on the road to Seattle. We decided to risk it and we made the turn South toward the mountain’s cratered peak.
The highway to Windy Ridge was paved but primitive. Towing an empty trailer and a 2H in the truck bed along the narrow tree lined switchbacks proved challenging and we only managed to average 30mph along the road.
We were losing time with every mile. Making our scheduled pickup back at the port of Seattle was at risk and CD was growing ever anxious and more and more frustrated by the minute.
Being from a far away land, CD did not have the same sentimental attachment to the volcano as I did, and was on this detour to appease my curiosity. He was a good sport, but I could tell he was ready to turn back at the first opportunity. I couldn’t blame him. The road was horrible and progress was slower than a government employee on overtime. I was getting nervous. Every few minutes I was assuring CD that Windy Ridge is just a round the corner... Just another mile or two at most.
We drove for what seemed like an endless number of miles until we reached a turnout with an amazing view of the volcano. This must be it, I exclaimed, as we pulled over and docked Brutus along the side of the road.
When we got out of the truck, I met a local gentleman the informed me that this is just the beginning of the park and that Windy Ridge is about another 30 miles down the road. Are you kidding me?? He replied that it was an amazing view and well worth the trip, if we had the time.
I knew time was a commodity we did not have and that we would have to turn around before seeing the big show. I knew we couldn’t go forward and I had to settle for “just a glimpse”, but it did not disappoint.
Before leaving, I took a Big Gulp gas station cup and scooped up what appeared to be leftover volcanic ash and stored it on the bed of Brutus to transport home.
CD reversed course and started back toward Seattle to greet Old Landy.
September 6, 2018
The tree canopy obscured the morning sun and the cool mountain air allowed us to sleep later into the morning than usual. We had a few landmarks we wanted to hit before we went to the port to pick up “Old Landy”, so we skipped breakfast and decided to strike camp quickly and move out.
The first stop on the agenda was Mount Rainer. Considered one of the most dangerous volcanoes in the world, this 14,411 foot high, glacier ice topped peak is a spectacular sight to see. Now a dormant volcano, it’s last eruption was in 1894.
The road provided panoramic views of the surrounding Cascade Mountain Range as the switchbacks brought Rainer’s Peak in and out of view.
Once Mt. Rainer was in our rear view mirror for good, we decided to make an unscheduled detour to Mt. Saint Helens, another famous volcano in the Cascade Range.
I was just a boy living in Montana when one of the largest and deadliest volcanic eruptions in US history took place. I can still remember watching the news and what appeared to be a snow storm of volcanic ash falling from the sky and local residents clamoring around the towns wearing face masks to prevent inhaling the ash. Once inhaled into the lungs, it hardens like concrete causing suffocation and death.
This volcano has always fascinated me and if we could catch even a glimpse of the mountain before heading back to Seattle to pickup Old Landy, it would be quite a treat for me.
It was about an hour detour from where we were, however, the way in was the only way out.... we would have to backtrack the way we came to get back on the road to Seattle. We decided to risk it and we made the turn South toward the mountain’s cratered peak.
The highway to Windy Ridge was paved but primitive. Towing an empty trailer and a 2H in the truck bed along the narrow tree lined switchbacks proved challenging and we only managed to average 30mph along the road.
We were losing time with every mile. Making our scheduled pickup back at the port of Seattle was at risk and CD was growing ever anxious and more and more frustrated by the minute.
Being from a far away land, CD did not have the same sentimental attachment to the volcano as I did, and was on this detour to appease my curiosity. He was a good sport, but I could tell he was ready to turn back at the first opportunity. I couldn’t blame him. The road was horrible and progress was slower than a government employee on overtime. I was getting nervous. Every few minutes I was assuring CD that Windy Ridge is just a round the corner... Just another mile or two at most.
We drove for what seemed like an endless number of miles until we reached a turnout with an amazing view of the volcano. This must be it, I exclaimed, as we pulled over and docked Brutus along the side of the road.
When we got out of the truck, I met a local gentleman the informed me that this is just the beginning of the park and that Windy Ridge is about another 30 miles down the road. Are you kidding me?? He replied that it was an amazing view and well worth the trip, if we had the time.
I knew time was a commodity we did not have and that we would have to turn around before seeing the big show. I knew we couldn’t go forward and I had to settle for “just a glimpse”, but it did not disappoint.
Before leaving, I took a Big Gulp gas station cup and scooped up what appeared to be leftover volcanic ash and stored it on the bed of Brutus to transport home.
CD reversed course and started back toward Seattle to greet Old Landy.
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@cruiserdan Hey Dan, we will be in SLC tomorrow morning and wanted to swing by the museum on the way through. Will you be there for a tour?
Tomorrow (September 8th) is CruiserFest at the museum. There will be around 300 visitors.
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The idea of dormancy is a human notion, because (in this case) 124 years sounds like a long time to us - but in geologic time, it is like the blink of an eye or less. The Cascade Volcanic Arc is still active (as shown by Mount St. Helens and Lassen Peak), since the Pacific Plate is still moving and subducting under the North American Plate. Additional eruptions along the arc are fairly certain, but they may not happen for 1,000 years or more - or there could be one tomorrow.
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The idea of dormancy is a human notion, because (in this case) 124 years sounds like a long time to us - but in geologic time, it is like the blink of an eye or less. The Cascade Volcanic Arc is still active (as shown by Mount St. Helens and Lassen Peak), since the Pacific Plate is still moving and subducting under the North American Plate. Additional eruptions along the arc are fairly certain, but they may not happen for 1,000 years or more - or there could be one tomorrow.
I like this. These tidbits of information add to the narrative. I think they should be included in the final version.... if there ever is a final story... that’s up to Keaton @Cowboy45
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Heading down from Mt. Saint Helens did disappoint. Switch backs, construction, uneven pavement. The Uhaul trailer and the 2H/tranny/transfer and other bits were close to being on Ryan’s lap on the front passenger seat.
When we reached the bottom, we checked the GPS, ETA was 2:15p at the port. Brutus was at full throttle. Apple orchards were a blurr of Red.
We called Samson Tug and Barge. Craig, Craig the port foreman picked up. Made it clear they stop work at 3:30p.
We hit Puyallup,and had to navigate the main strip. 20 unsynchronised lights. I was aging a year with each minute.
I asked Ryan for an updated ETA. 2:45p. Called Craig with an update. He checked the address again. Wrong address redirected by Siri. Yikes.
Steered Brutus starboard on HWY 5 and let his 7.3 L and turbo make some magic.
Checked revised ETA- 3:00p. Called Craig with an update. By this time he might as well thought we were on Sri Lankan time. Ryan was convincing.
Turned on to road leading to Samson Tug and Barge, but Siri struck again. Misdirected us. GPS revised ETA to 3:15p.
We enter the pearly gates of Samson Tug and Barge where Old Land Awaited us patiently.
What a site. Perched up on a forklift being lowered from the barge to the loading dock.
Andres, his stories, his Land Cruiser existed...it was right there in front of us.
When we reached the bottom, we checked the GPS, ETA was 2:15p at the port. Brutus was at full throttle. Apple orchards were a blurr of Red.
We called Samson Tug and Barge. Craig, Craig the port foreman picked up. Made it clear they stop work at 3:30p.
We hit Puyallup,and had to navigate the main strip. 20 unsynchronised lights. I was aging a year with each minute.
I asked Ryan for an updated ETA. 2:45p. Called Craig with an update. He checked the address again. Wrong address redirected by Siri. Yikes.
Steered Brutus starboard on HWY 5 and let his 7.3 L and turbo make some magic.
Checked revised ETA- 3:00p. Called Craig with an update. By this time he might as well thought we were on Sri Lankan time. Ryan was convincing.
Turned on to road leading to Samson Tug and Barge, but Siri struck again. Misdirected us. GPS revised ETA to 3:15p.
We enter the pearly gates of Samson Tug and Barge where Old Land Awaited us patiently.
What a site. Perched up on a forklift being lowered from the barge to the loading dock.
Andres, his stories, his Land Cruiser existed...it was right there in front of us.
Fresh from Kodiak Alaska, she stood still on a pallet, 40 years of unimaginable service in her past. About to take the next life with us. Epic. Touching the sheet metal was special. All the journeys it had been through seemed to pass through our veins. Eary but super cool!! Wish @Cowboy45 and my other son Liam could be here in person. School took priority. They were here in spirit and texting.
The deckhands made quick but gentle work with getting Old Landy onto our trailer. Samson Tug and Barge did a great job.
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