<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045209</id><updated>2024-02-28T03:21:50.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not At Home In Indiana</title><subtitle type='html'>I&#39;m no longer a frequent flyer but I get out of town now and then. Full trip reports will go here.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notathomeinindiana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045209/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notathomeinindiana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Syc2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00106108328413897875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045209.post-112682751392796572</id><published>2005-09-15T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T22:52:47.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit a friend, go to the beach, put the kayak in the Atlantic</title><summary type="text">This was one of the first beach houses built in Ocean Hills, a subdivision of half acre lots between highway 12 and the ocean 5 miles south of the Virginia border, before they called the Outer Banks of North Carolina OBX.&amp;nbsp;The view in every direction looked like this.&amp;nbsp;There&#39;s a house on every lot these days and the view in every direction looks like this.I won&#39;t give the details of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notathomeinindiana.blogspot.com/feeds/112682751392796572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7045209/112682751392796572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045209/posts/default/112682751392796572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045209/posts/default/112682751392796572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notathomeinindiana.blogspot.com/2005/09/visit-friend-go-to-beach-put-kayak-in.html' title='Visit a friend, go to the beach, put the kayak in the Atlantic'/><author><name>Syc2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00106108328413897875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045209.post-109915469510254884</id><published>2004-10-30T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T10:41:50.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Illinois Crossing</title><summary type="text">They don&#39;t need me in Kansas City where my mother-in-law is recuperates from a stroke and other ailments. When my wife decides to return home, the travel options are considered and a train to St. Louis wins her business. I will pick her up at the Amtrak Station and drive her back home to Indiana. Fonder after her long absence, (tho we&#39;ve been pretty fond for the last 50 years on average) I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notathomeinindiana.blogspot.com/feeds/109915469510254884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7045209/109915469510254884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045209/posts/default/109915469510254884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045209/posts/default/109915469510254884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notathomeinindiana.blogspot.com/2004/10/illinois-crossing.html' title='Illinois Crossing'/><author><name>Syc2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00106108328413897875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045209.post-108959771759963279</id><published>2004-07-11T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T07:18:22.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>January 29, 2004</title><summary type="text">Arizona Nature On the  last full day we were to stay there, January 27th, I sensed something wrong the moment I walked out of the condo. I stopped and looked around. It was sunny and cool like every other day I&#39;d seen all month long but the difference was that there was no wind. No wind!  All month the wind has come up at about 10am and blown hard enough to discourage all but the most fanatic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notathomeinindiana.blogspot.com/feeds/108959771759963279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7045209/108959771759963279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045209/posts/default/108959771759963279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045209/posts/default/108959771759963279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notathomeinindiana.blogspot.com/2004/07/january-29-2004.html' title='January 29, 2004'/><author><name>Syc2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00106108328413897875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045209.post-108503057193727117</id><published>2003-12-03T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T22:27:31.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing our minds about the desert</title><summary type="text">Mail From Home...&amp;nbsp;Computer access on the road is not confined to Starbucks hot spots. If you can park near enough to one, you can use your tailgate as a portal on the internet. I am in Rancho Mirage, CA in the above picture. If Yogi Berra did say of a New York night spot that no one goes there anymore; it&#39;s too crowded, I know how he felt. This California desert is anything but deserted</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notathomeinindiana.blogspot.com/feeds/108503057193727117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7045209/108503057193727117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045209/posts/default/108503057193727117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045209/posts/default/108503057193727117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notathomeinindiana.blogspot.com/2003/12/changing-our-minds-about-desert.html' title='Changing our minds about the desert'/><author><name>Syc2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00106108328413897875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045209.post-108502957240274129</id><published>2003-12-03T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T22:06:12.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Impressions of Palm Springs (and second)</title><summary type="text">Today my travels take me to Palm Springs where:1) little old ladies clad in golden metallic Lexus honk impatiently as you pause in one of the three exit lanes to mail your house payment back to Indiana. 2) their wealth affords the residents greening of their plots, greener than Indiana in spring (which I am told is greener than Ireland). 3) aside from an occasional jogger or dog walker, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notathomeinindiana.blogspot.com/feeds/108502957240274129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7045209/108502957240274129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045209/posts/default/108502957240274129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045209/posts/default/108502957240274129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notathomeinindiana.blogspot.com/2003/12/first-impressions-of-palm-springs-and.html' title='First Impressions of Palm Springs (and second)'/><author><name>Syc2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00106108328413897875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045209.post-108502926405699536</id><published>2003-12-03T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T22:01:04.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">Fans.&amp;nbsp;The drive from Long Beach to Palm Springs crosses the breadth of the L. A. basin. An 11 a.m. start gets you there at 1 p.m. When you get there, you need to relax. I&#39;ve forgotten the mileage but it is probably 120 miles or so of freeway driving. 605 to 91 to 60 to 10. When you live in it, you don&#39;t see the vastness of urban sprawl that is L. A. I&#39;ve been away long enough to see it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notathomeinindiana.blogspot.com/feeds/108502926405699536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7045209/108502926405699536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045209/posts/default/108502926405699536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045209/posts/default/108502926405699536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notathomeinindiana.blogspot.com/2003/12/fans.html' title=''/><author><name>Syc2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00106108328413897875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045209.post-108502808145045966</id><published>2003-11-30T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T21:54:43.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naples</title><summary type="text">Get the Brand New Cobra Navigator wet.&amp;nbsp;Naples California Pictures.Today, this last day of November, is the first day for me to use my new kayak. The weather could not have been more perfect for it. Blue skies, 77 degrees and little wind.I have learned to balance the Navigator atop my head and carry it to the car. It loads easily (from the pictures, I think I should have loaded it more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notathomeinindiana.blogspot.com/feeds/108502808145045966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7045209/108502808145045966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045209/posts/default/108502808145045966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045209/posts/default/108502808145045966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notathomeinindiana.blogspot.com/2003/11/naples.html' title='Naples'/><author><name>Syc2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00106108328413897875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>