1985, Cherished Memories, and Wood Grain

Autumn weather does something to me, it inspires me, it takes me on a journey down the road of the past. Yes, the past. Our heads are full of memories, traditions, and it's my way of making "time" travel happen. It takes me to a simpler time, one without Blogs like this one, Videos like the videos I post (although there are many home videos that exist from this time buried in time capsules throughout our house), and social media. Our minds are the time machine, and I travel in it quite often, and my dad, he's full of time travel. He's a connoisseur when it comes to turning back the clock, selecting a memory or family member, and talking about that time line that we walked in our younger years.

My dad was the first to fine tune my mind to technology, so he's partly to blame (thank) for my infatuation with the newest gadget, which as I get older they become less enticing, unless I can use them as a tool to get somewhere, i.e. our travels. I remember the excitement with our family when he brought home a large camcorder, the first we've ever seen. It had a microphone that wasn't a "dead cat" just a large boom that looked like the end of a cattail. It required full VHS tapes, and arms of steel to hold the thing because it was so heavy. There wasn't VHS-C, there wasn't 8mm, and there wasn't DVD camcorders, available to the common consumer, and the future was aeons away from inventing digital media. He introduced me to betamax, and his eventual relentless frustration with the video rental stores discontinuing renting beta and converting to VHS, vividly sticks out in my mind (remember DVD to BluRay?). He introduced me to the first VCR, wood grain and all, (something about the popularity of wood grain on vehicles and appliances), and it actually had a timer, so far ahead of its time (well before digital hard drives and DVR's). These inventions along with some of the best music and movies of my life, were all a great part of family times sitting around the television and sharing our fears as we watched a movie, a new release video tape, or a television series, yes, tv series that we couldn't binge watch.

I have to say he was probably inspired by his own father, my grandfather, Carl Eagle, pictured below. I heard tales of my grandfather's creations. He was born in 1914 and left us in 1985. The things he saw, the inventions and innovative automobiles of his time had to be mind blowing as well as the electricity in its infancy during his impressionable years. He jumped into all of it , he had a dying urge to learn and learn he did. He taught my own dad about electricity, and who better to teach than a man who watched these inventions unfold into a world that never had it?

I owe a lot to that man, for one, he created my father. The picture above was how I remember him, although he wasn't smiling, he wore a green work uniform and it appears, in this picture, that he nicked himself shaving .

I was in middle school, seventh grade. I walked to the bus stop which happened to be near my grandfather's house, a mile or so down the road from my house. I'd stop in and visit him, leaving my house early every morning, to talk. He'd always be up, his television murmuring in the background and always seemed pleased that I'd stop by. October is the month I remember most, the month we connected. I told him that I'd be trick or treating, and he laughed saying that he wanted to collect colorful leaves and put them in sandwich bags and pass them out. He was joking of course. Having low blood sugar he had to watch his candy intake. I remember talking to him about everything and listening to him. I liked to hear him laugh. The school year progressed, conversations resumed, and before I knew it December rolled around. I remember getting home and looked at his house. I wanted to go in, but hesitated because something seemed off. I went home and found out the news that he was in the hospital with pneumonia. I remember hearing the phone ringing and conversations about "Ed's dad" dying, as my mom dialed everyone on our home phone. I cried in my bed, because I didn't get the opportunity to know my grandfather as I could have. I cried because I was just getting curious about my family and at that point realized I never would know him that way, only through stories told to me by my dad.

What I did know about my grandpa was that he was a crane operator, operated mostly behind the old Dairy Queen that was on Military Street in downtown Port Huron. He had retired as I was growing up. He loved gadgets, this I know, by strolling to the musty barn at the back of his property, that once housed pigs. I remember seeing a coffee pot switch which he converted into a night light. It was stuck into a plug socket and glowed orange. He loved to weld, I still have a couple playground things that still exist today, albeit replacing the wood that rotted over time. He owned property, sold property, built houses, one which still exists in Gladwin, where our cabin was built, and one where my dad finished growing up in, the house I visited with frequency. I remember the chickens that he used to raise for meat, and the family barbeques at his house, the smell of his home grown chicken, rotisserie style, rolling slowly over a charcoal grill that he constructed out of brick.

I wish I'd gotten to know more about the man as I grew up, but didn't. I do get to live vicariously through my dad as he talks with pride about my grandfather, and that's better than nothing at all. I do know that the December he died Christmas was sad, because he wasn't around to share it with us anymore, and that I couldn't talk with him or grow up with him in my life. I remember the last Christmas present I got from my Grandpa, it was a gadget, they were battery operated headphones, only for radio, but they were awesome. I still have them stuffed away in a trunk of youthful treasures and get them out from time to time, they still operate, as far as I know. I think about him often when Autumn is in the air, and wonder how life would have been if he'd lived five, or even ten more years. The eighties were times of innovation for my own development, as well as all those intricate household items that I got to see as my dad continued to grant me access. I will forever cherish the knowledge my grandfather passed to my dad, and the knowledge my dad passes to me, and will hold them, and the memories, dear to my heart. Thanks, Grandpa, for being you, and thanks Dad for always being an inspiration in my life today!

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Dark Nest Travels : Hiawatha, Aliens, Sasquatch and Soldier Lake

Close your eyes for a minute. Nevermind, bad idea, you wouldn't be able to read. Okay, close your eyes after reading the blog... a crisp serene body of water, fine ripples waft, there is no wake, but the deep sound of silence, except for a distant loon entering the ears. Imagine the array of colors hanging on the trees, bright reds, oranges, deep purples, the reflection mirrored off the serenity of the lake. Nature surrounds, and although wooded creatures were hidden out of view, they are sleepy and crawling through the forest surrounding the deep campground. Our third Airstream, a 1964 Globetrotter, is parked, nestled into an arboraceous deep lot. The place is Hiawatha National Forest on Soldier Lake. 

The Upper Peninsula has so much to offer, but the month of September, the very month we said our vows in 1996, is serene. Everyone's back to work, back to school, and people are a little less apt to travel and clutter up the natural beauty Michigan's Upper has to offer. We set off for our first Boondocking (for those of you not familiar, camping with only our battery and propane to self sustain life, AKA: dry camping), in 2014, visiting Hiawatha in her Autumn beauty.

We brought along our fishing poles, tossing a lure or two into the waters. Our camp chairs nestled on the sandy cattailed shoreline. We are not fisherpeople, so didn't catch anything, but the feeling of serenity that surrounded us, the calm demeanor that only nature tends to offer shrouded us. The sound of a loon laughing quietly echoing, and as we listened closer we could hear leaves rustling as a fine breeze whispered through the branches. We had each other, have each other, and we were content. We spent about five nights in this beautiful place, only three other campers sprawled out through the campground, all distant and quiet cocooned in their own comforts. 

Hiawatha is probably more packed during the heavy tourist months of summer, but at that moment we were a solitaire unit, in a wooded area with no electricity, there wasn't a city glow to take away the shine of the stars that blanketed the sky overhead, it was pitch black in the night, the embers of a campfire crackled, and there was peace. Peace because being in this solitude, without technology to distract, without the noise of our personal lives, helped us to relax, reflect, and realize that we loved this life and would do anything in the future to become Dark Nest Travels.

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Dark Nest Travels : Labor Pains, Reprieve, and Metal

There's nothing quite like the crisp feel of Autumn. It's on the cusp as the air gets a little less humid, life seems to get a little more sleepy, and travel seems bleak at times. Labor Day weekend, although it has passed, is usually a start to come to terms with letting go of those day trips to the beach, camping, and barbeques seem to be fewer and far between. We like to celebrate Labor Day weekend with a last hoorah at Dark Nest.

The first major project my dad and I worked on at Dark Nest was running electricity and thirty amp power to some campsites. These are used by our family who come out and enjoy Memorial Day weekend and Labor Day weekend. We've been doing this since the inception of Dark Nest, and I wouldn't change it for the world. It's a sense of peace in the backyard of our property when I see the vast array of tents, RV's, and our family nesting for the weekend, whether it's to kick off summer or to end the summer and prepare for winter travel. It's become a tradition with many memories, one where we get together, have conversation, work on projects, sometimes a camper project or something else. Some of those weekends are spent relaxing and eating (how could I leave out eating?).

This year brought a sad reality to us. We recently lost my grandmother, Ruby, who I loved with all my heart. She enjoyed coming out to Dark Nest, because she loved her family, and it also brought back fond memories of when she used to attend a one room schoolhouse in her youth. She wasn't here this year, and didn't make it to Memorial Day weekend because she had passed in May, she travelled someplace far more beautiful, that someday we all get to see. It was a sad reality because all of my adult children have flown the nest, are doing their adulting in the world, and we missed them coming out to visit. My namesake was still here, our youngest, and we both took a reprieve, from relaxing, to attend his first concert. It was a lasting memory, one which I know we will never forget.

Everyone that entered Dark Nest in its beginning signed our chalkboard, here's my grandma's signature:

Raising seven children wasn't easy. It wasn't a walk in the park, and we did it. Our children are doing the things in life that they love to do, and we are very proud of each and everyone of them. Life has come full circle. We still continue our traditions, still talk about the trips we've all taken, and still continue to grow as a family. 

So, as my parents plan their escape to Florida, for the winter, and as we prepare the final "Eagle" in the nest to fly into his goals, into his own adult life, the sad, but happy, reality sets in, that Maria and I will be able to fly as well, next year. We'll be flying to destinations, mostly unknown, in the Mothership, changing our lifestyle, with adventure and bringing back full circle what we started with before commiting a life to parenthood, which will never end, and bring our marriage into new blossom. The traditions of life will continue, the memories of life will never fade, and our hearts will continue to beat each second we breathe the fresh air that is granted in our life.

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Dark Nest Travels : A "Titan", Creepy-Crawlin' Backwards (in Time)

We were all teenagers, once, right? Well the laws of childhood development and chemistry points in that direction, so I guess that question is moot. I was a miserable teenager, a royal pain in my parent’s asses, so to speak. I was their only son, raised with my younger two sisters, so one could only imagine how obnoxious, how much of a pest, and how miserable, I could sometimes be, add the hormones of a teenager and you guessed it, pretty bad. I didn’t often get into trouble, kept my nose clean, or at least that’s what I had my mom and dad believe.

Sorry to get off topic....

My parents were a traveling inspiration to me, and since we made purchase of our 1995 Airstream Land Yacht motorhome, new to us,  I figured this was the perfect place to take everyone back to my youth. My parents were, at the time, recently camping in tents, in an old blue Dodge what my Dad dubbed, Turtle Top (I’m sorry dad if I don’t have the specks accurate), and a culmination of other things. They decided on a motorhome.

The one they were looking at was big, or at least as a pre-teen at the time, it appeared larger than life, and to my parents, it was an upgrade. It was a 1973 Titan Class A, with a Chrysler engine, a huge Chrysler engine that would typically, if my dad was lucky, get 6-9 miles per gallon. I remember the barrel chair that sat across from the couch. I remember them discussing it in the car and then making an offer.

It was exciting, thrilling, and I imagine my parent’s heads were spinning as to what they were getting themselves into. They wanted to travel with ease, and I totally didn’t see it due to my oatmeal kid’s brain. They wanted the convenience of travel and not stopping at a rest area, and if they did stop, they wanted to be able to actually rest.

The roaring of the engine, when my dad sat in the captain’s chair behind the wheel, invigorated me. The sound of the transmission as he put it into drive was all captivating. I sat in the passenger captain’s chair looking out to the paved country road ahead, through the larger than life windshield and out into the world as he pulled out and turned the behemoth out onto the road for the first time.

We took many trips with the motorhome, some of which I’ll talk about. It was a great inspiration to me and they travelled with us for many years after purchasing it. All the trips, the times I spent at the dinette in the back reading horror books when we travelled to the likes of Florida, through the Smoky mountains, stopping rustically to a state park, without electricity, it inspired me. At the time, it was not an inspiration, but hindsight forces me to be nostalgic and I took so much away from it. I took so much away from within, and it was through those windows, those eyeballs that the RV had, that I was peering out into the vast world of travel laid before me, and limitless opportunities if I put my head into the game of life. Thank you mom and dad! You created something in me that can never be shut off, and we owe that to you!

Here's a picture, albeit, not the original, but close enough, of the TITAN!

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