EARLY SUMMER ON LONG BEACH ISLAND

We have been back at the New Jersey Shore for almost 2 months and I have totally neglected my blog. Thus far the weather here has been very "iffy" and my camera has not left our house very often. But in spite of our late arrival, I did get the flowers planted before the rains settled in. Generally it has been abnormally cool on our island for this time of the yer, with cold water and a strong south breeze, but if one wants some heat all one has to do is cross the bridge to the mainland. We know it will be coming.

However, when we arrived, anxious to see the recovery of the beach after the devastation brought upon most of the Island by "Superstorm Sandy" last November we were pleasantly surprised.  The beach size was ample with the addition of a pseudo smaller island in the water at low tide.

Brenda - a well know surfer and beach walker had added shell topping to the fence in front of the home where she lives.

The tides had left their marks in the wet sands at the end of the tidal pools.

And the "Laughing Gulls" paid little attention to any temporary changes in their beach.  They were just happy to have it mostly to to themselves before the summer crowds arrive.

But the small local children love playing in the pools and beach away from the main ocean waves.

A yearly visit from our Pittsburgh "cousins" and their friends is always a special treat, and you can see from their tans that they had taken advantage of the sunny days.

But then the rains started!!  The flowers on the dunes bloomed with the added moisture, but some of the annuals in my pots drowned.  But rain came many, many days - rain I would have liked to send to Colorado as we watched the terrible fires on TV.  Thankfully, for us,  the fires were on the other side of the Rockies from our town of Crested Butte.

HEADING BACK TO NEW JERSEY

A late trip East this year -  Mid- May!!

Several days before leaving our home in Crested Butte Colorado,

we awaken to another big snow storm.  Beautiful as it was we were anxious to get on the road 

in a few days and not anxious to travel in bad weather.  After all it was mid-May.

However, within a day or so it had mostly melted and the colors of early spring were shining through.

                                 But then the fog set in giving an eerie light to the mountains.

The morning we left our home was silhouetted against the White Mountains, enshrouded in fog.

As we drove down the valley towards Gunnison I was fascinated by the play of light and shadows  between the clouds and mountains.

But further south the cows were quite happy grazing in the fields

     And the rivers, free of ice, continued to make their way down to warmer temperatures..

Heading east over Monarch Pass, there was new snow on the trees, but the highway was clean.

  The Eastern slopes of the Rockies were beautiful with their red rock accented by the blue sky.

All remained well until the next day when we were traveling through Kansas.  The sky darkened
and looked threatening.  As the hail started we kept tuned to the news channel to stay abreast of what was happening just south of us in Oklahoma.  It wasn't good!!  Trying to take refuge from the hail, under the overpasses, along with other vehicles, we were chased out by the police.

Breaking the speed limit, we decided to "get out of  Dodge" as quickly as we could.

                               Soon the sky cleared somewhat and we were among the wind farms.

The next day we waved at people on the overpasses who were waving at us with American
flags.  Seeing  motorcycles on the highway decked out in red, white and blue we finally saw where they were going.  Passing one small town we saw the street lined with American flags and a procession forming as vehicles exited the highway.  Had we had time we would have joined them.

 The next day as we reached the fresh spring green colors of Pennsylvania, my home state, I knew we were getting close to our summer home on the New Jersey coast.  What a beautiful country we have!!

APRIL - SICILY, BIKING THE SOUTHERN COAST VILLAGES...

We just returned from a wonderful biking trip with VBT to Sicily - a place we had never visited before.  Arriving in the late afternoon at Palermo for the pre-trip, the capital city on the northwest coast of the island we were greeted by blue sky and sunshine, a year round condition.  Nestled in a natural harbor on the Gulf of Palermo, the city was founded by the Phoenicians in 734 BC, over 2,700 years ago.  It is now a bustling city of a million people (about 1/4 of the population of all of Sicily).
We arrived at our centrally located hotel in the late afternoon with enough energy to get settled in our room for a good night's sleep, in preparation of exploring the city on our own the next morning.

Just a few short blocks from our hotel was the Theatro Politeama Garibaldi which houses the Symphonic Orchestra.  It is an imposing and elaborate circular structure with a majestic entrance similar to a triumphal arch.  Unfortunately for us there was no performance that night.

We soon realized how congested the city was - a place not for the timid driver looking for a place to park his car.  Even finding a safe place to consult your map was not easy.

However, we managed to find our way to the Theatro Messimo, one of the largest and most prestigious theaters in Europe and most renowned for opera performances - none that week though.

However, we did take a guided tour of the theater, sat in the royal box, but were only allowed photos of the costumes from the Opera Falstaff which were on display.

Outside of the Messimo we decided to take a carriage tour to get a quick overview of some of the places we wanted to visit.  The Palermo Cathedral was one of those.and we returned the next day when I took this composite of the grounds,

And visited the beautiful interior of this magnificent church.

The wonderful boat in the courtyard was a great attraction, especially to the children.

We passed the Piazza Pretoria and I had to dismount the carriage to grab a few shots of the dramatic Fountain Pretoria.

As we requested, our ride ended at the Capo Market, one of 3 markets in the area.  It went on for blocks, with every kind of produce, fish, clothing, and nicknacks imaginable.  These strawberries particularly took my eye - large ones and mini sized ones too.

And of course what would Italy be without its gorgeous tomatoes.

PALERMO PRE TRIP - DAY 2

On our 2nd full day in Palermo we decided to begin with a long walk to the sea - to see what we could see!!

As we neared the water we saw a section of the old city walls that still remained very much intact.

The Harbor itself was filled with a large variety of boats - everything from small working fishing boats to large luxurious yachts and sailing vessels.

From there we took a short walk to the gardens of Villa Guilia which were adjacent to the botanical gardens.  This ceiling dome of one of the rest areas gives testaments to the Moorish period after the downfall of the Western Roman Empire.

The gardens in this area were abloom with colorful flowers even so early in April.

Continuing on to Orto Botanico, flowers were not so profuse, but the variety of trees and bamboo was plentiful.   This section was started along with a medical school as a source of healing and medicinal plants of all varieties, many of which were growing in pots.

The streets were crowded not only with cars but motorcycles were a very popular form of transportation.  At least they were loud enough that you could hear them coming.

We passed through the Potra Nuova on the way back to our hotel.  It was begun in the 2nd half of the 16th century to commemorate the entry of Charles V to the city almost 50 years earlier through the
15th c. gate that stood there at that time. It unites the characteristics of the triumphal arch with marked Renaissance elements.

Heading back to our hotel, I had to get a picture of this old camera on display there.  I would not have been happy to have had to carry it around for very long.

That evening after packing we decided to forgo dinner for a drink in the Hotel Bar tended by 

Maurizio who we had gotten to know the night before.

He surprised us with a sampling of Sicilian appetizers - a very welcome end to a very nice day.

TO RAGUSA BY BUS - DAY 3

With our fellow bikers we left Palermo by bus and traveled through the central part of the island towards Ragusa in the south where we would start our biking the next day.

The countryside was varied and beautiful from rolling green hills to

jagged rock outcroppings, and everything in between. 

Our first stop was the world Heritage site of the Villa Romana del Casale, a Roman Villa built in the 1st quarter of the 4th century and located about 3 km outside the town of Piazza Armerina.  The villa was probably the center of a huge agricultural estate and a village grew around it.   The site was abandoned in the 12th century when a landslide covered the villa, and it remained buried and the area was cultivated for crops.  Early in the 19th century some pieces of mosaic and columns were found and official archaeological excavations were carried out later in that century.

Beneath the dirt was found a wealth of well preserved mosaic tile floors,  the richest, largest and most complex collection of Roman Mosaics in the world.

Some of the rooms of the villa still had remnants of painted boarders.

And many of the mosaics depicted scenes of the time.

A roof was built over the exposed rooms to help preserve them for the future.

After leaving the excavation we drove by the town of Piazza Armeina where most of the survivors of the landslide had moved.

Continuing on our bus ride we passed many cultivated farm lands.

Also many fields of Prickly Pear Cactus  (the edible "big bastards" of Sicily). The color of the prickly pear fruit can be deep yellow, pure white, or a stunning crimson.  The fruit has a slight floral  fragrance reminiscent of citrus, and a very mild flavor,

Approaching the southern coast we were treated with a beautiful view of Mt. Etna cloaked in
a blanket of white snow.  What a treat!!

And as our guide told us, you could tell you were in Ragusa when the hillsides were covered with stone walls.  There is a plethora of rocks in this part of Sicily.