Lack of Bandwidth

A County Road bridge across the Colorado River near Silt, Colorado.
A County Road bridge across the Colorado River near Silt, Colorado.

I landed in Layton, Utah this afternoon. After fighting rain, snow, and highway spray for an hour and change, I gave up. I suspected a band of snow northwest from Salt Lake City and didn’t think it wise to drive into that. It is likely I would have decided to bag it and then have to hunt for a place to bunker in for the night. It just didn’t feel right.

So, Layton, Utah won the toss. I found a La Quinta, which doesn’t hassle me about my dog (wouldn’t anyway because she’s my service dog, but it’s just easier). I checked in early, took care of staging our things, and then the Girl and I crashed for an hour. I guess I was quite tired after fighting the highway.

I didn’t post while staying in Denver because bandwidth sucked dirt. I had “high speed internet” through an xfinity WiFi subscription. But it was definitely not “high speed.” I could do email alright and some light web surfing. But any work that required some bandwidth (like posting pictures on my weblog) just was not going to happen.

It’s too bad, because I have some decent images made there in Denver while I visited the kids. I’ll probably post a few of them over the next few days as I rejoin the world of the wired.

I departed Denver yesterday morning after being there about a week. It felt like it was time to move on a bit. I need some highway under me and some solitude.

The trip out of Denver got nasty as we approached the Eisenhower Tunnel. There was more snow than I expected and more traffic as well. The combination made for some slow going as we crawled over the hill. The mess didn’t dissipate until someplace west of Vail/Aspen. But the roads dried and some sun shone and that made the afternoon much better.

We paused at Silt, Colorado, next to the Colorado River for a pee stop and time to get out of the 4Runner. It was nice to get out for a bit and the windows needed cleaning badly.

But, I was tired and called it early at Grand Junction. But first, we walked a couple of miles. It was good to be away from the city and the requirement of an on-lead walk. The Girl reveled in her freedom, running from bush to bush, sniffing, peeing, pooping… doing doggie things. Between her enthusiasm and the sun, joy came to my heart. It was quiet, I was outdoors, and we were back in our beloved environment, walking.

I got a room, got us settled in, found a bottle of red wine, and a bite of supper. It was good to be settled in for the night. I spent some time reading, writing, and listening to music. We fell asleep snuggling on the bed. I love her warm and she loves to snuggle. It was a good thing.

I woke fairly early this morning, but not buttcrack-of-dawn early. I made some coffee, sat down with my journal and Bible, then read and wrote a bit while I woke. We headed out at a decent hour, got a bite of breakfast, refueled the 4Runner, and really cleaned the windows.

We passed a lot of familiar territory west from Grand Junction to Green River, Utah. it’s a route I’ve driven dozens of times, but it still never fails to impress me with the vistas.

We headed northerly on U.S. 6/191 to catch I-15 and head into Salt Lake City. This was mostly a new route for me. I drove part of it last summer on my way back from Denver, but not the southern portion of this leg.

We hit rain and then snow when we got to Salt Lake City. The spray was so bad that visibility was severely impacted. After fighting with it for an hour or more, I gave up. It just wasn’t worth the risk and I was tiring rapidly from the strain. So, we stopped. We’ll pick up the trip in the morning.

It’s good to have bandwidth again. I missed writing and posting images.

Bigham’s BBQ

Bigham's is one of my favorite BBQ places. I miss eating here every week or so.
Bigham’s is one of my favorite BBQ places. I miss eating here every week or so.

Years go, when I worked in Lubbock, Bigham’s BBQ was a favorite place to go get lunch. Sometimes Wife would come up and meet me there. Sometimes I went with colleagues. Sometimes I just went by myself. The smoked turkey is very good. The brisket is not bad either. On Wednesdays, they served smokey burgers, which were hamburgers they cooked in the smoker. They needed sauce because they tended to be a little dry (smoking will do that). But goodness what flavor they had.

I managed to get there once for lunch and I’m glad I did. It’s still one of my favorite places.

Brrr…

The Snow Didn't Fly, But the Wind Was Bitter
The Snow Didn’t Fly, But the Wind Was Bitter

After church and brunch with dear friends, the Girl and I returned to our temporary lodging in west Lubbock. We ran from the 4Runner to the door, not wanting to be out in the weather any longer than necessary. Rain pelted the west-facing window off and on all afternoon. It was not all that cold, in the mid-40F range. But that wind made it very cold.

The view from my window illustrated that feeling. So, I retrieved my iPhone from its case and made the capture.

Longhorns

A Gate in Gainesville, Texas.
A Gate in Gainesville, Texas.

When I walked the Girl at our motel in Gainesville, Texas, we came across this most-interesting gate. I’m Longhorn-sensitive now, after being indoctrinated by Daughter and her family. I noticed the logo and burnt orange immediately. The afternoon light lit the scene well. So, I made the capture while the Girl sniffed about.

Pancake House, Lubbock, Texas

The Pancake House in Lubbock, Texas
The Pancake House in Lubbock, Texas

The Pancake House in Lubbock, Texas is a local landmark. It’s been there for decades. I remember eating there now and again when I worked at Tech. When I’m in town, I make sure I get there. With all the chain stores around, I still prefer local whenever I can.

I met a friend there yesterday for breakfast. We had a great time visiting, catching up, and sharing a meal. The Girl snoozed quietly next to me, enjoying a warm floor and the energy that bonds long-term friends.

I could live here again, I think. But maybe it’s my role to just pass through here now and again. I don’t really know just yet.

Pump Jack

This miniature pump jack was tipping. Maybe it really was bringing black gold to the surface. Regardless, it made an interesting picture.
This miniature pump jack was tipping. Maybe it really was bringing black gold to the surface. Regardless, it made an interesting picture.

I passed this miniature pump jack on my way through western Louisiana or eastern Texas. After I passed it, I decided it had to photographed. So, I turned around and returned to the spot. The Girl sniffed around while I shot a few images. It made me smile.

Witter-Smith Chapel

The Witter-Smith Chapel, adjacent to a geocache-hiding cemetery in rural Arkansas.
The Witter-Smith Chapel, adjacent to a geocache-hiding cemetery in rural Arkansas.

Traveling along State Highway 23, I stopped out in the middle of nowhere Arkansas at the Witter-Smith Chapel. The stop was partly for a break for me, partly for a break for the Girl, and partly to see if I could find a geocache that was listed near the adjacent cemetery.

I accomplished all tasks but one — I didn’t find the geocache. But the Girl and I had a nice break from the 4Runner, the road, and a good stretch of the legs. It is important to remember those who lived before us and I honor those folks when I visit their graves. As a boon, the chapel made a nice capture.

Waffle House, Lebanon Missouri

The Front Desk of the Waffle House in Lebanon, Missouri — A Busy Place!
The Front Desk of the Waffle House in Lebanon, Missouri — A Busy Place!

I left Rolla, Missouri yesterday about 0730 and headed towards Springfield to see my maternal grandmother. It was a gray, drizzly day and I drove through showers heavy enough to require the windshield wipers off and on all day. After about an hour, I decided a cup of coffee would be nice and it’s always a good idea to get out of the car for a few minutes, stand, walk around, and clear my head. Plus, the Girl appreciates time on her feet and new opportunities to leave pee-mail.

So, it was a deal. Of course, it was raining in Lebanon. Therefore, the pee-mail delivery was curtailed in favor of a dry spot at a booth inside the local Waffle House.

Waffle House is a favorite stop. It was when my family was with me and it remains so now. I like Waffle House better than Denny’s in many ways. Both evoke a sense of nostalgia and wanderlust in this old man. Waffle House, though, is more the quintessential American Diner. It evokes a greater sense of the past than Denny’s, at least for me. Plus, Waffle House waffles are much better than the Denny’s offering. It is Waffle House, after all.

So I enjoyed my coffee and ordered a Pecan Waffle. The server asked about the Girl, who was pleased to come out for a greet and then return to her snooze under the table. I watched the servers work and interact with the clientele while I remembered all those times I spent with Wife and Kids on the road. Now it’s just me and the Girl, wandering a bit, a few destinations in mind but no real reason to be anywhere in particular at any particular time.

I spent time with Daughter and her family this Fall. I saw my Denver kids this summer. I’m headed to Texas to visit friends and family there for a few days. Then I think I’ll head toward Carson City to retrieve a few things from my storage unit and see Younger Son and friends there. I’m thinking I might head to Washington for Christmas to spend the end of the year with a friend there. Plus, I’d like to see the coast again and the Cascades in snow.

My waffle arrived just as I caught up with my social media and finished my reverie. It was really tasty and I’m glad I stopped, rested, and got a snack. I had a couple more cups of coffee, then the Girl and I walked next door to the Knife Outlet. They had big display cases of Case and Buck knives, far too many for me to select anything. So, I window-shopped a bit and we left to continue on toward Springfield.

Germany Valley

While hunting for an Earthcache, I was also on overwatch of Germany Valley in the Appalachian Mountains.
While hunting for an Earthcache, I was also on overwatch of Germany Valley in the Appalachian Mountains.

While searching for the answers to log an Earthcache, I was also overwatching Germany Valley in the Appalachian Mountains. I had driven down U.S. 220 from Keyser, West Virginia (and stopped to see President Lincoln’s mother’s cabin) and then turned west to cross the mountains, heading for Missouri to spend Thanksgiving with my in-laws. I wanted to log a geocache in West Virginia and this one seem to be it.

It was a cold, snowy day at 3,300  feet. The gray skies coupled with the leafless trees gave the scene a deep sense of bleakness. But, it was still a good day and I’m glad I stopped.

Edit 23 November 2025: My buddy Jim mentioned this place to me in a conversation some time after the entry posted. It was a place he and his wife had visited or visited often. Sadly, Jim died early this year before I had a chance to meet him in meatspace. It is one of those instances where I had an opportunity to make a side trip while near his home and decided that I would do it next time I passed nearby, there being something driving me forward.

I did pass by the area, but it was too late — Jim was gone and the opportunity to meet him face-to-face with him. I regret this. I am also reminded of my own words, if there is something you want to do, do it now.

Down the Geocaching Path

The Geocaching Path in John C. Rudy County Park, York County, PA.
The Geocaching Path in John C. Rudy County Park, York County, PA.

A few weeks ago the Girl and I went out for a geocaching run. We visited John C. Rudy County Park in York County, PA. There are supposed to be five geocaches in the park. But, we found only one. Still, one is good.

But, far beyond that, we had a beautiful day for a four or five mile hike, lots of beautiful foliage, and the park was not very busy. It was a very good day.