Let me see… where are we at….
We saw another launch, this one at a more humane time of
7 o’clock at night. We picked up a
picnic dinner and took our lawn chairs to a waterside park to watch. The launch was delayed and so while we waited,
we caught glimpses of the Warbird Airshow that was happening that weekend. A couple planes were doing their performance
in the dark which looked very neat. They
had a huge firework and explosions happening at their airport that apparently
had locals calling 911. The NASA launch
finally lifted off an hour late and turned into a successful mission of putting, yet another, satellite out there.
MASH chopper |
The next day we went to the same airshow, and quite enjoyed it. There were a heap of from the past war planes/helicopters to wander around and look at, including one like from M.A.S.H. The airshow started with a remote-controlled plane dancing around in the sky. It was amazing, what the operator could do, without crashing it into a little heap of bits and pieces. There was supposed to be a second one with a baby jet engine, but it had difficulties before it could even get started. There was a Cuban parachute team with a huge American flag while the national anthem was playing...to C-47 Tico Belle, B-25 ‘Killer B’, Tigers – and painted tiger colour, and P-40 Warhawk just to name a few, with the finale by the Aeroshell Aerobatic team. The Aeroshell team were amazing in how they performed many difficult maneuvers in very tight formations.
tigers |
House wrecker |
Aeroshell Acrobatics team |
Aeroshells |
We spent a day wandering around Daytona beach while we
waited for some warranty work to be done on our trailer. The tide was out so we walked the beach. It is spring break… so there have been
kids
around for several weeks playing in the sun and surf, different places having their
breaks at different times. We had
seafood gumbo at Joe’s crab house out on a pier into the water. Nice spot.
There are designated areas on the beach where you can actually park your
vehicle, during low tide. The
beach is flat and hard so it can be driven on.
We didn’t… we found free parking a couple streets up. Its not free to park on the beach….
We’ve been out to our favourite beach quite a bit – I can
never get tired of the view out there, waves, birds and walks along the
shore. Another time we went to a part of
the Merritt Island National Wildlife refuge bird refuge that is a reserve for migratory and local birds and animals along side our beach. It's 140,000 acres and usually is teeming with all kinds of critters including alligators of course.
There was a dike that was built around a large area so they can control water levels for those birds and animals. Its a five mile dike in circumference that we walked around. It was beautiful away from everything, no buildings around, though you can see the VAB (Vehicle Assembly Building- NASA) and a high rise back in Titusville, but not much else. Part of the walk is also along the edge of the Indian River that runs along between the mainland and Merritt Island
Little crab |
Generally our days at our beach are calm, beautiful waves... lots of birds flying or wandering by. My favourite little shore bird is called a Dunlin. Its a shore bird that's a bit smaller than a robin and it ebbs and flows with the waves as it works its way along the beach picking up whatever it eats along the edge of the wave line as its receding. It has the shortest little legs but runs along like a roadrunner to keep ahead of the water, rarely getting their feet caught in the waves.
Another favourite is the pelicans, they have a face only a mother could love I think, but to watch them soar along on the wind makes you wish you could fly too.
wind of the nor'easter |
We had a crazy storm system roll through here last week, that they called a nor'easter. Just south of us there was a bit of hail damage that missed us and our boat thankfully. Not sure what some of the wind speeds were but I believe there were gusts upwards of 40 mph in places. I had to go take some wave pictures, of course, just because. The little birds were taking a break from eating, because the waves were quite big along with a high tide when we went out. Some of the bigger shorebirds like the royal terns were more courageous.
Our next adventure was a bit calmer... our trailer did an over nighter with a service centre to get some warranty work done so we decided to go across the state to watch the Royal Lipizzan stallions train. They're winter farm is in a town called Myakka City about 20 miles inland from Sarasota. Not a fancy place like the Spanish School and stables in Austria, but it does them. The horses are magnificent and very proud. They knew when it was time to get geared up to go strut their stuff, I could feel their excitement as I walked through the barn. (The public is invited to go through the barn before and after the training sessions). Likely because they don't get outside much I don't think except for training. Three days a week for a couple hours the public is invited to come and watch a pretty relaxed 'training' session. They have an emcee, who is the daughter of the family patriarch who brought these horses over from Austria in the 50's I think it was. She gives a narrative on the history of the horse how they are one of the oldest breeds starting in the 1580's when a stud farm was established in Lipizza near the Adriantic Sea. During the renaissance riding as an art form was established and it became necessary for any nobleman to study this art . During the 17th and 18th century the breed had standards developed that made the breed become distinct, like its iconic white coat, which best represented an imperial house and the roman nose with a slightly convex profile. This careful breeding created a horse that was beautiful to look at but also very strong and athletic.
During WW2 their existence was very nearly eradicated. The stallions were performing still in Vienna during the war, even while under German control. The German army needed pack horses, so the horses in the Austrian Spanish riding school were evicted but the head rider of the school managed to get the stallions to relative safety. The remainder of the herd however, 350 of them nearly became supper for Russion soldiers in Houstau.
The youngster |
A German officer in the area who felt they were worth saving, surrendered to a US cavalry unit colonel who happened to be a dedicated horseman. This colonel hatched a plan and with Colonel Pattons ok, the horses were put on a freight train and transported to a US occupied area of Bavaria.
Anyway - long story short, it was fun watching them perform, including the youngster - he's just 3 and is just beginning his training. Hasn't had a rider on him yet, but all he wanted to do this day was roll in the dust. They take quite a few years to get their white coat, 7 or so I think she said and are nearly 12 before they are fully developed. The odd time one of the babies will not turn and will either remain black or brown. They have a mom and daughter on this farm that didn't turn.
They say its good luck to have a dark horse in the barn. One of the dark horses, a mare also did a routine, they had to close the barn door to the stallions to keep things quiet there. She has a beautiful gate. This troupe of horses do shows all over the U.S. and if you want you can even book them for a private event...
Our trailer was all fixed when we got back to Daytona to pick it up. The GFI electric plugs in the trailer had ceased working when we were part way here. Getting appointments to get trailer work done down here amidst gazzillions of snow birders it like pulling teeth but we found a great RV service centre who really have gone beyond the call of duty to get our issues sorted. They found where some wires had gotten pinched causing the short... under the floor... so you can imagine fixing that wasn't going to be easy... but they did... and all under warranty - good day for us. I will be able to plug in my heated mattress when we start heading to the chilly north and home.... soon...
Til next time....