2017 in review quite a better year

2016 was just a total joke of a year and I was glad it was over, 2017 has been much better and full of adventures.

January started off recuperating from an sudden illness that happened in mid-December and during this time I started planning a trip up to Vancouver, WA the end of February to visit family and purchase my new adventure vehicle, a 2017 Subaru Outback.

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Donut Derelicts

Donut Derelicts-5My son and his family came down from Vancouver for a family gathering celebrating the life of my lovely late wife Jodi. He has been excited to get down to visit family but also see a weekly car gather about ¾ of a mile from my house called Donut Derelicts put on by Adams Ave Donuts. This is an informal weekly gathering of cars and motorcycles held in Huntington Beach, California for about 30 years. We walk to the parking lot on the northeast corner of Magnolia Street and Adams Avenue to walk around the gathering that has no rules, no fee, no prizes, no formal competition, and no flyers that sometimes pulls in several hundred vehicles from all over the southland.

We had a great 2 hours wandering around photographing the cars. Here is a gallery of some of the cars of Donut Derelicts:

The Forge – 2016-1-13

The Forge

All I know is a door into the dark                                                                                                           Outside, old axes and iron hoops rusting;                                                                                           Inside, the hammered anvil’s short-pitched ring,                                                                                 The unpredictable fantail of sparks                                                                                                               Or hiss when a new shoe toughens in water.                                                                                         The anvil must be somewhere in the center,                                                                                   Horned as a unicorn, at one end square,                                                                                                     Set there immovable: an alter                                                                                                                   Where he expends himself in shape and music.                                                                     Sometimes, leather-aproned, hairs in his nose,                                                                                       He leans out on the jamb, recalls a clatter                                                                                                 Of hoofs where traffic is flashing in rows:                                                                                               Then grunts and goes in, with a slam and flick                                                                                         To beat real iron out, to work the bellows.                                                                                                                                                                                            Seamus Heaney