Groundhog Day.

Eyes on me, Larry.

Eyes on me, Larry.

Well, it’s Groundhog Day… again….

And so concludes the annual viewing of Groundhog Day, one of my top favorite movies (that’s a whole other entry in itself, I suppose). I tend to find something new and more deep in meaning each time I watch it. It could be age, the stage of my life I’m in, my obsession with Bill Murray, a number of factors, really. But it’s interesting watching the growth of Phil Connors go through his personal stages of arrogance, lack of restraint, self-loathing, depression, self-destruction, apathy, and then one day, while still trapped within his endless day, he goes through a period of acceptance, honesty, self-improvement, and finding inner peace. And perhaps that’s where I am in my stage of life: The day may not change, but I can.

And it’s those last four stages that I am finding myself more in these days. It’s been a long road, but I’ve cleared off hospital and credit card bills, fixed a few things around home, and have embraced my adventurous nature once again. I’ve started reading more. I’m writing things for myself again. Trying to be better. And that’s coming with a lot of personal changes, and seeing that I may have to change a few more things. But at least I can see that path now.

But each weekend into this new year, I’ve gotten back into weekend roadtrips. From the snowy landscape of Williams, Arizona….

Snow of Williams.

Snow of Williams.

To hitting Route 66….

Getting kicks....

Getting kicks….

And visiting tiny towns like Amboy, California:


The town has a population of 4, with 15-20 people there at any given time. The town is notable for having “The Most Photographed Sign In The World”, and being the basis of this story.

I personally call “bunk” on this story. There’s not enough grass in the area to hide droves of cultists, much less a singular cult member. The most scary thing there is the $5.00 gas. Would I sleep there at night? Hell no, but that’s another story entirely.

After all, Amboy was merely a stopover to see the Dinosaurs of Cabazon.



I needed to see these dinosaurs. Needed. Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure is another one of my favorite “cult” movies (I watch a lot of movies, go figure), so this had to happen. Unlike the film’s depiction of wide open spaces, the area has found itself with a Creationist museum built around it (my thoughts on that can be found here). I am glad that the dinosaurs themselves are still largely accessible, but for someone that worked in a museum that featured a dinosaur gallery and the amount of lectures that I gave students, it made my brain hurt.

Did I mention there were dinosaurs from Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure? 1, 2 ,3 ….

This past weekend, Jen, Brenda, and I went to Valley of Fire for hiking adventures, and much orange rock revelry was had:

My sensual "Rock Pose".

My sexy “Rock Pose”.

Nothing like hiding in rock formations to live one’s dreams….

Artsy rock feet.

Artsy rock feet.

I’ve still got things lined up for the rest of the month. A trip to Pensacola is coming up in two weeks, where we will be going to Pensacon.

This cold and windy weather can suck it. I want to hang out on the beach, eat seafood until I explode, and geek out. And maybe not in that order.

There’s a lot to do over the next few weeks. I am looking forward to Spring. But not Summer. And definitely in that order.

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