Jackson Hole Wyoming To Yellowstone National Park

Jackson Hole Ski Resort
This guy had just crossed the road
with these two trailing behind
The Autumn colors were in full gear. It was absolutely beautiful to see
Some Elk crossing the road in front of us....We haven't even entered Yeloowstone National Park yet
Another beautiful view. in the meadows there is a herd of Elk
As we climb to higher elevations we came across scenes like this one
In the Grand Canyon of of Yellowstone there are upper and lower falls. What I found interesting was this. Across the canyon from where we were was a staircase fastened to the side of the cliff. It went down to a great view point....I decided that I would pass this time....I'm not up to climbing that many stairs quite yet
This is one big Buffalo
This is a Grizzly and a big one. He was out in a meadow tearing apart a log and having a great snack. See he is looking off to the side. He knows there is a guy in the trees trying to get closer so he can get a better picture. And I thought we were too close.

Our friend Mark Bloxham having a fun moment
I wonder who this is
Another herd of Elk
This guy was up front and close to us. I wonder where he is going?
This girl was minding her own when I came up close and scuffed my feet on the ground hoping she would look up and she did
This guy is just munching away on the side of the road
and lastly heres Old Faithful...We were here a few minutes when it decided to blow

ITS BEEN A WHILE

This has been an interesting year. In this post there will be no pictures,but lots of text.

Were going to call this year the H year....You will soon see why.

In January of this year we went to Hawaii as we always like to do. Some of our friends joined us over there and we had a wonderful time. We enjoyed the sun, the water and the company. Oh and lets not forget the food. Once home we had just unpacked we received a text message from my cousin. The son of my fathers sister Leoni. Her health was going down hill fast. After a few phone calls back and forth from here to Holland we decided to make the trip there. We had only been home 4 days. But it was important to do this as Leoni had helped in taking care of my Dad her brother when he was sick with cancer. She was there when he passed away. We arrived in Holland, rented a car and promptly went to the hospital. Leoni was dying of lung cancer the same disease that took her oldest sister and my Dad. We visited for several days and helped with arrangements. Leoni was euthanized on February 14th at 6:00 PM....Valentines day will never be the same. After 15 Days in Holland a country we have come to love, it was time to head home.

We came home and were able to stay home for a little over a month, then we were off to Honduras, Yes Honduras. Meredith our oldest daughter married a Honduran and created a wonderful little family. Only problem Marco was not a legal resident of the US. So in October of 2010 Marco returned home and Meredith and the kids followed a month later. It was hard to see them go but we needed to do something to get things right. They would have had to deal with the embassy down there anyways in order to complete the paper work.

So off to Honduras we went to meet Marcos family. Such wonderful people. They live in a town called Lepeara, its at the end of the paved road in the middle of the mountains of Honduras. It was and experience we will never forget.

At the end of our 15 days in Honduras we returned home with Meredith and children in tow. They would be spending a month with us then returning to Honduras.

Now this is where things start to get interesting. We brought Meredith and the kids to the Airport on the last day of May and then we stayed in Seattle because I was scheduled to have some major surgery.

For the last 32 years I have been living with a disease called Ulcerative Colitis. An inflammation of the large intestine. At times very painful, but I had figured out how to live with it in a way that enabled me to continue to work. Well about 15 years ago a specialist I was seeing said I needed to have my colon removed and I said no....I looked at the tests and there were no changes and they always told me the same thing. In December of 2010 I had another test and this time things had changed....Time for surgery. Did I want this surgery NO I didn't. But the specialist we had now is world known and I trusted him. Its a good thing to because once surgery was done we found out that things were very close to the cancer stage.

On June 2nd we went to the hospital to have surgery....maybe stay in the hospital for 5 days then head home....right....Things didn't go so well. Complications happened and now I was in the hospital for 22 days. Lisette being there the whole time, watching and seeing everything that happened. I can't even begin to imagine what she went thru. I was totally out of it. After making it thru some near death moments recovery was very slow.

Once I got home all I did was sleep, the pain medicine, the anti nausea medicine, the blood thinner and antibiotics were all I could come close to handling. It was Lisette who made sure I got the medicine when needed. About 5 weeks after coming home from the hospital I finally woke up....60 lbs lighter and no energy. Getting out of bed was difficult, let along trying to walk. Progress was real slow. Then a nose bleed and back to the hospital. We couldn't even come close to stopping it.

A week later we were back in the hospital, but this time for a kinked intestine. That was 2 days.

Now between these set backs I tried going to the gym to do some exercising. The first time I managed 5 minutes...a few days later 10 minutes.

2 weeks after the last hospital visit I had gone to bed and then the pain started, I had never felt such pain as I did during this attack. Off to the hospital again and this time for 5 days.... When was this going to end. So Saturday the 20th of August I got home from the hospital and on Monday following I had no energy to do anything. I lay on the couch or bed all day. Now the pain that I have had since the first surgery has been constant. Sitting up has been very difficult...almost impossible.

Today the 25th of August was the first day that I felt somewhat normal. I worked in my office, had a business meeting, mowed the lawn, drove for the first time, worked more in the office and then cut some more grass.

So from Hawaii to Holland to Honduras and then Home. So far a year of the H's

And our adventures continue as we purchased a Hotel, closed it and will now remodel it.

We will fill you in as time goes.

Empty Nesters....

This is weird...I made potato salad with one potato...and there were left overs!

Beware When Grocery Shopping

One day while in Honduras we went to this grocery story in Santa Rosa De CopanAs we walked into the store we were greeted by this guy. Sawed off shot gun and ready to use it
I would not suggest trying to shoplift here.....Now you might ask (How in the world did you get this picture?) Well all you have to do is ask...I'm sure he would have let us pose with him....but we didn't want to push it.

It was not uncommon to see guns like this or even more serious than this everyday

Honduras, Lepaera.....Market Place Day

As market day moves along people come from all over and they setup all over the place. The green walled building belongs to Marcos parents and the yellow walled place belongs to Marco and Meredith Notice how the tarps are right against the buildings. Well at Meredith and Marcos place the front door is blocked.

THis picture is taken from the bridge at the bottom of the road from Merediths place. On Market Day (Sunday)the whole street is full. The Thursday market day is not as full...at least it was not when we were there.

Marco and Meredith getting their shopping done

Marco checking out some fruit and vegy's

And as I walk thru the market all eyes turn on me...must be my good looks.....Yup its getting thick in here.

Donkey loaded with firewood....to sell....or just passing thru, were not sure.

On Thursdays and Sundays the street in front of Merediths turns into a market place. People come from all over to sell what ever they can. Clothes, shoes..(non would come close to fitting me), fruit, vegetables, fish, corn and flour tortias. And a lot of other things. The street is so crowded it was a wonder that any cars could drive thru. They start arriving early early in the morning and by 7 AM the street is full. We decided to venture out into the market and everyone, I mean everyone was looking at us. They would come real close, maybe 10" away and just stare. I was white and I was at least a head if not 2 heads taller than most people. I even had one guy follow me around. Everytime I turned around there he was. My new best friend.

It was real fun to check out the market. All who were there were trying their best to make enough money to live off of for the next week..not an easy thing there.

Heres Jaun Valdez the coffee bean guy as I call him. His product like the guy with the firewood have come in on Donkeys. Other come by car, truck, back packing and others by balancing their stuff on their heads....I would get a sore neck

The average working person in Lepaera makes between 5 and 700 limpera a week. Thats like 37 US dollars a week. Not much. We here can spend anywhere from 30 to 100 dollars or more for a dinner for 2. There maybe 30 US dollars for a week or more worth of food.

People we won't Forget In Honduras

Here Lisette works at keeping Maria entertained. Lisette makes alot of things happen as we visitAnd Heres Maria herself....She has taken over her mothers Sun Glasses....maybe to be the next beauty Queen
Marco the reason we head to Honduras. An opportunity to visit his family...Hopefully there will be more visits in the future. Here Marco is involved with the shopping

Ahh The cook or shall I say part time cook, and full time mother. Meredith trys her hand in making corn tortias....I think

Here is Carla, one of Marcos sisters. She cooked for us one evening. Food was good...but it was the first time EVER that I had fish that had everything there...It was looking at me while I tried to eat it.

And here is the youngest, making his mark in life. Cooper always happy except when hungry or tired....then look out the bear comes out

We can't forget Maria's little friend. Orfetto. Not sure if I spelt his name right. Lives next door to Maria and always has a happy smile on his face

Hmm who's the giant...or should I say who are the two ladies. The one in the pink shirt is Marcos mother. A very kind hearted but shy person. She doesn't have pictures taken of her very often...Last time was when she got married...at least thats what I heard

The other lady is Kristina. She comes and does the laundry and what ever else might need to be done in order to make money. She lives a long way from town and walks in to town every day and then home at the end of the day. I'll guess that it takes at least one hour if not longer ....and she walks fast

This here young man is about 12. He took to Lisette and made sure that she didn't get lost from the rest of us....I think we could say he became her private Body Guard. His name Kevin

That picture of me with Abuala and Kristina above...well I decided I was too tall so I shrank down to their size.

These and many more people that we met while in Honduras made our trip there special. The people are wonderful. They may not have much, but to see them you wouldn't know it. What we have doesn't matter. Maybe its how we use what we have. The people and family we met in Honduras made us feel at home.....except for that guy who followed me around. Every where I went I turned around and there he was.

To the people of Honduras, may blessings come your way



Here be two special people. They open their home to many people...including us. Marcos Father and Mother

We finally got them to sit next to each other for a picture

Honduras

While visiting Meredith we saw many people hauling their goods home. Some people had donkeys. One guy reminded me of a comercial years ago to do with coffee. This guy has a donkey loaded with large bags of beans. He walks and is wearing a sombero. (Jaun Valdez leading a donkey loaded with Columbian Coffee bean)

Small taxis are everywhere. They have 3 wheels and work well. Sometimes these are loaded so much that people have to walk. They stop to pick you up, but then they see someone else in need of a ride and they stop to pick them up also. Before you know it there are 4 to 6 diffent people going to different locations. Smart taxi drivers. This taxi driver had a tarp so he could keep going while it rained...no doors on the taxis

Now because most walk, there a few people with trucks and I think these guys love to see how many people they can get in the back of their truck. I think the most we counted was 35 people in the back of a pickup. Most time it was less, but still a large number. I just kept waiting for someone to get hurt. They say there are many who get hurt or die, but they just keep on doing it.

Motorcycles may have 4 or 5 people on them...and the only person who might be safe is the one driving.