Little Bear's Adventure's
Should I try to carve this thing?
Should I just display this store-bought decoration?
It's early still.
I'll just sit around a think about it.
Not JUST posing with flowers!
I usually complain about posing with flowers.
But I'm smiling here. Can you tell?
Look what's behind me!
That would be the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco! Just over a week ago (look back in blog) I was complaining because Beth and Don drove over this bridge and didn't bother to let me get out!
Pose on the Bridge?
Beth and Don walked all the way across the bridge and back. I heard Beth talking about posing me on the railing. I enjoy some risky photo shoots now and then, but I was relieved when she decided on the flower pose.
That railing is NOT flat!!
The strangest thing happened.
The day after I posed with aspen leaves near Lake Tahoe, it started to snow!
I climbed up to some good spots and just watched a while.
The sun came out and I waited for it to melt.
But it was too cold to melt. I started getting bored. I needed more adventure!
So I built a snowman. It was a lot of work.
Okay, fine. I didn't. Some kids made it with their dad.
But I climbed it and that was fun.
I needed a little more excitement, so I started looking for icycles.
It's actually pretty fun sliding down icycles.
It's also very wet.
I had to go inside to dry off, but I sat by the window.
Most people don't think of aspens when they think of Nevada. But there are some beautiful ones in Nevada near Lake Tahoe. I like the shape...almost a heart. And the color is pretty cool this time of year.
Here I am in an aspen tree a year ago. My fur was a little fluffier then.
This is me climbing a tree today. It wasn't easy. That tree was quaking. I think they got that term from earth quakes. It felt like I was in an earth quake when the wind hit those branches and the leaves were clattering up a storm. I only fell off once.
A Leaf in the Sand
Near the lake, there were no aspens anywhere, but I found a leaf in the sand. I burried myself down deep with the leaf so neither of us would blow away.
Too bad there wasn't an aspen tree nearby.
You can't believe how windy it was near the water. If there had been an aspen anywhere nearby, I bet you could have heard it quaking all the way in Texas!
I Love Bridges
San Francisco has some good ones. I flew into the city yesterday and hoped to stop at the Bay Bridge like I did last year.
I got to spend a little time gazing out over the water towards the Bay Bridge.
I had a close call. That gull could have swooped me up in his beak like a tasty crumb.
Imagine the adventures I could have had...when he realized I wasn't a crumb and dropped me into a sailboat...
Lame picture and a Lame visit!
This year, I just sat in the camera bag as Beth and Don drove through snarling traffic. Something about a big accident on Bay Bridge and taking 3 hours to get to Tahoe. I peeked out of the bag and noticed we were going over the Golden Gate Bridge...at sunset! They could have put me on the dash...or pulled over at the viewing area. Too much in a hurry. I'm really frustrated with them!
Why am I posing with rusty bolts in Mississippi?
These bolts are attached to something very special on a plantation, near Clarksdale, Mississippi.
I'll tell you first about the plantation...and then about the bolts.
This old cotton plantation has a lot of stuff for exploring.
There's a lot of farm equipment here and there. I liked climbing on this tire.
Especially since it belonged to an old tractor.
There's a lot of corrugated tin around this farm. I like old trailers.
And they have a lot of old sharecropper shacks. You can stay in these like a hotel, now.
My Favorite Thing!
Then I found this old piece of machinary. See me, sitting near some bolts?
Mechanized Cotton Picker!
A couple weeks ago I was nearly run over when I was posing in a Texas cotton field. (scroll down in the blogs) The cotton picker didn't look anything like this!
This old machine picked cotton on the Hopson Plantation back in the 1940's. This was the first farm to use mechanical cotton pickers ever! That's pretty amazing to me.
It's also pretty sad, because this machine put a lot of people out of work.
But Pinetop didn't lose his job at Hopson. He actually drove one of those old cotton pickers right on the Hopson Plantation. When the sun went down he went in the old commissary and played the piano. He became a well-known Delta Blues musician.
I didn't get to meet Pinetop. He died just over a year ago in Austin, Texas. But I got to hear some of his friends perform in the old commissary, which is now a bar.
And better than that I sat on a cotton picker. Who knows, maybe Pinetop sat on that very one!
Here I am in Tennessee...on a rock...in the Smoky Mountains.
I know. You can tell it's an old picture because my fur and paws don't look worn.
But I did go to the Smokies last spring. You can see me on the rock.
I also went a couple days ago, on my way home from Floirda.
But it was too cloudy for photos.
Let's just say I'm in this picture, somewhere!
What will I miss?
I will miss the oranges.
They have a lot of orange juice stands in Florida.
But I'll miss the oysters, too.
I'm glad I was here in a month that ends with R!
Before we left Florida, I knew I just had to climb in a little Spanish moss.
Beth said it wasn't a good idea to mess with Spanish moss. But I was just curious. She said there were little red bugs in there that would get in my fur. I didn't see any. She said, "We've got Spanish moss in Texas so what's was the big deal?"
I just like it, that's all.
I never noticed how cool the moss looks hanging down, blowing in the breeze. Sometimes you have to go on vacation to really notice things.
I've climbed a lot of things, but this was my first sponge climbing adventure!
It was a little smelly, but still kind of fun.
Some people think Florida is all about the beaches. But what about sponge diving? If you go to Tarpon Springs you can meet some sponge divers who spend days at a time collecting these massive sponges.
That's about how many sponges George and Bill brought in on their boat in four days. At least that was Bill's guess. Then they get to rest on a park bench and sort them. Beth asked them if that was the best part. Bill (the diver) said no. He wouldn't do this at all if he didn't get to dive. I didn't get to dive, but I got to climb. That's a pretty good adventure.
I will tell you about beaches.
Some have a lot of shells. This beach on the gulf has tons. But it's actually known for shark's teeth.
I didn't find even one tooth! Hunting for shark's teeth is even harder than finding me in this photo. But I'm in here.
Some have mossy rocks
But, I avoided the moss.
It's pretty slippery and I've had a lot of close calls lately.
At this beach on the Atlantic side, I can get a good grip on the rock. This beach is covered in big rounded coquina rock, which is a mixture of tiny shells and quartz. Not slippery...but very scratchy.
There are lots of holes to explore. See me?
And I'm climbing over the top of a rock here.
I like climbing coquina.
But sandy beaches are my favorite.
If you look carefully at my paws you'll be able to tell this photo was from a past beach visit. My paws don't look like this since I was run over by a car.
I still love sand, especially building things...
But this year when I visited Daytona Beach, I didn't build a castle. Cars drive on this beach. I like adventure, but I'm not taking any chances!!
My mom gave me this tiny bear over 25 years ago... because I like small things.