Thursday, May 23, 2013

And I couldn't spell "Sasquatch."

During my morning Facebook constitution a friend posted a rather dramatic photo from a "raccoon cam" of a bear. She said it was from her cousin's camera, but I'm not exactly sure. Could just be one of those things that float around the Internet that may or may not be real.

Everyone made bear comments and I made one regarding another favorite camera shy wood creature, Big Foot. I wanted to spell "Sasquatch," but it was the morning and I believe I am slowly losing the ability to spell and typed, "SasKWATCH." 

My friend who posted is also an editor and suffers from that disease where you can't stand typos and must correct them. I love my friends and many of them suffer this affliction. I used to be one of them, but now that I have this disease that is causing my loss of the ability to spell, I'm much more sympathetic to those who have suffered their entire lives. 


But, I was reminded of a favorite family rodee' when we stopped at the Big Foot Discovery Museum in Felton, California. 

Near Big Basin and on the way to Santa Cruz if you're driving down from the San Francisco Bay Area, this little shack was crammed with the best Big Foot kitsche imaginable. (How do you spell "kitsche")? And where does the ? go?

You walk in and are immediately bombarded with tabloid photos, lunch boxes, toys, and even the Beastie Boys. We paid extra for the tour and were treated to an amazing presentation on the elusive Big Foot complete with first-hand tracking accounts and recorded sounds of the creature in the wild. Our only sightings were the famous Big Foot film that everyone has seen on a continuous loop. Well worth the tour. That guy had us believing or at least pleasantly entertained. 

Our children were less than impressed.

Exploring the little town of Felton lead us to Rocky's Cafe. Great service in a rustic cabin-like place. The food was great, too.

After lunch, we let the kids run around in the big park at Felton. Lot's of open space and this fabulous covered bridge. 

So, if you're ever headed over the The Mystery Spot or the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk and the weather is really crappy, head over to the Big Foot Discovery Museum until the fog burns off.

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

The City Cemetery, Galveston

I visited my brother and his family this past weekend. Whenever I visit there, I don't get to explore nearly as much as I want to. The Houston area holds more surprises than you'd think. 

I was there for just a long weekend and most of it was booked with significant family events (my nephew/godson's confirmation and some pre-graduation events for my niece who leaves the nest to head for college soon). 

Our intention was to go to Galveston to tour the Moody Mansion Museum. Unfortunately, there were a few SNAFUS which mean we missed out. But, having beers and sliders at great spot on the Strand was fine by us. We drove around the island a bit, but the highlight was this old graveyard blanketed with these beautiful wildflowers. (The link takes you to Yelp, which seemed to have the most info I could find).

I did a quick Google search and there really isn't much on the Internet about it. It's over 170 years old and a trip through the cemetery is a trip through Texas history. It is reported to be the final resting place for people who were around at the beginning of the Texas Republic, the Alamo, the hurricane in 1900. There are some reports of attempts to preserve it and I do hope the locals make sure this treasure does not disappear. It's one of the most beautiful cemeteries I've ever encountered. 

One part had traditionally kept grounds but most of it looked like the photo above. It was absolutely breathtaking. I wonder if that meant the graves with the cut grass were newer or if the place is in the midst of restoration. 

There were many graves with lambs and we realized we were in a section for babies and children. Very sad. In this spot was the grave of a minister who seemed to be the person to take care of these little children. Not sure if he cared for them when they were alive or if he was simply the one in charge of their burial. Many of these graves had death dates in 1900 so it's not a stretch to assume that these people died during the hurricane. But, some were after and some before so then I wonder if these bodies survived the hurricane/flood or if just the headstones remain.

My brother thought I was a bit morbid when I told him I enjoyed going to old graveyards and also reading obituaries but I told them that I just felt we owed it to the people who died before us.