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September 20, 2016 by barb Leave a Comment

Vegas Extreme Skydiving

What happens in Vegas . . .

My last full day in Las Vegas was Sunday and I had decided to book a skydive.  I hadn’t done anything extraordinary this trip and needed to have done something crazy on my first trip to Vegas.

Since I’m not a wild party animal, I decided to go skydiving.  It doesn’t get any braver than that.  I was picked up that morning by Vegas Extreme Skydiving.  The driver, Brian, was also one of the skydivers.  Brian patiently listened to my concerns on the landing part of the experience.  I had seen skydivers landing before and wasn’t convinced that I would be able to lift my legs as I needed to.

I highly recommend this company to anyone considering a Vegas Skydive:  http://www.vegasextremeskydiving.com/

We got to the airstrip and suited up.  Brian went over the process with me and said that I would be skydiving with him.  When we got close to landing he would start to kick my legs up from behind and I just had to try to hold them up.

When it was time to head out to the plane he started the camera rolling.  I bought the DVD option but have always felt very uncomfortable being caught on tape “in motion”.  I hate seeing the way I walk, my slower awkward movements.  With my body in as much pain as it was that day I knew I must be a site that would compare to Mr. Robotix.  I don’t show this video to many people and when I do the first few moments of tape, when I’m moving out to the plane embarrass the heck out of me.

I forget though that where I can only see my outside flaws, other people can watch and appreciate how hard it was for me to do this.  That I should be proud of my bravery.  I shouldn’t let the fact that I stumbled on my way to plane diminish the courage I showed in making the jump.  I’ve never been afraid of heights but I was terrified that I would get busted up in the landing.  I faced that fear and had a tremendous once in a lifetime experience as my reward.

Here is a link to the YouTube video of my skydive:

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September 19, 2016 by barb Leave a Comment

Las Vegas

Labor Day Weekend 2011

Following my first travel experience I was hooked.  The band, the fans, and the escape had gotten to me.  I had also learned that I could actually leave home and the world would not crumble.  I booked myself to go to Las Vegas to see Roger Clyne & The Peacemakers play their annual Labor Day show at The House of Blues.

I had done Mexico alone, surely Las Vegas would be a breeze.

But I hadn’t prepared myself for all the walking even though I must have known I would have to walk a lot.  After three heel cord lengthening surgeries growing up, my toes have taken on a hammer-toe position and callous constantly.  If I didn’t file down the callouses they eventually crack open and split.

My toes split in my first half hour after leaving my hotel room.  It was excruciating and painful on both feet to walk.  This type of pain always snowballs for me.  It starts with simply an irritated toe but before long something else hurts because I’ve been favoring my toes.  It’s usually my knees next, followed by my back.  Then my muscles stiffen and walking is difficult, period.

But I was there for a few days so kept pushing myself.  I didn’t do a lot, some shopping at an outdoor mall, The Titanic Exhibit and then I went to Paris to go up the Eiffel Tower.

That day did me in.  The concert was the next night and all I wanted to do the day before was lay by a pool, take a load off and just relax.  It was a great afternoon and I was ready for the show that night. I was meeting a group of fans that I had met in Mexico for dinner before the show.  Having a group of friends among the crowd was such an added bonus compared to my first days in Mexico.

The show was stellar.  I met more awesome people and sang every song with them word for word.

A couple of the better clips of the show:

The next day was my last day.  I felt I hadn’t done anything extraordinary or brag-worthy, so I decided to go skydiving !

 

 

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September 19, 2016 by barb Leave a Comment

My First Trip – Circus Mexicus 2011

Roger Clyne & the Peacemakers

I had recently rediscovered my favorite band.  They had gone independent of their record label and renamed themselves so I had lost track.  I began viewing youtube videos of their shows and visiting their website for tour dates.  My first trip ever as an adult would be to see them play.

Early in 2011 I had managed to save a bit of money for a trip.  The band announced that they would be in Seattle sometime in April and I so wanted to go.  But I had never driven in the city close to home, let alone driven onto a ferry and crossed the border to Washington.  It seemed an impossible feat, for me to travel independently to Seattle by car.  I didn’t think I could do it.

Circus Mexicus 2011

I browsed down the list of tour dates and my eyes fixed on Circus Mexicus.  I had read about it on their website and had fantasized about being the brave type of person who would actually rent a car and drive into a little known town in Mexico (Rocky Point) to see a band playing under the stars.

They had been putting on this event every year since 2000.  It had grown from a single show to a weekend party, with various other Arizona bands joining in.  I reached out to Russ, an American tour operator in Rocky Point who assured me that his town was a safe place to visit.  He directed me to a shuttle company that would get me from Phoenix to Rocky Point and helped me to book a condo close to the party.  He was doing  a tour himself from Phoenix that would include transportation to and from all of the weekend events.  Russ’s tour was literally for just a weekend and I didn’t intend to go all that way without staying a week.

It always makes me laugh – the fact that I was afraid to drive myself to Seattle yet the idea of hopping on a shuttle bus for a four hour drive into Mexico didn’t frighten me. 

Rocky Point

The shuttle bus did a quick tour of the touristy area of Rocky Point before delivering me to the condo.  It was a beautiful building right on the beach and the concert would be on a vacant sand lot directly in front of the condo.  I was in Rocky Point for a week, arriving on Tuesday.  The place was like a ghost town and I seemingly had the entire pool area to myself for a few days.  I would later learn that a majority of fans came from Phoenix area and generally made it a weekend trip vs a “vacation” as I had done. 

The first couple of days were rough on me.  I felt lonely and isolated at the condo.  The cabs in Rocky Point didn’t just hang out in front of condo buildings for fares, and having the front desk call one was hit or miss.

On my first full day got up and took a cab to the touristy area.  There was a main drag littered with gift shops and several beautiful ocean front restaurant options.  I had the taxi drop me a few blocks away at a coffee shop  and then walked to The Malecon on my own, past the marina where they were bringing in their catches and stopping to talk to people on my way by.  When I returned to the condo I felt so proud.  I had “conquered” Rocky Point and felt like I could do anything even if alone.  I planned that night to go on a sunset cruise.  Unfortunately the cab did not arrive in time to take me.  As I said, they were hit and miss.  I had a mini meltdown that night and decided that Mexico was the worst place ever.

After conquering Mexico
Conquering Mexico

Luckily I woke up the next day with a stubborn resolve to make the trip my own.  Since I could not rely on the cabs, I would rent a car. 

So the girl that was afraid to drive in Seattle had determined that she was more than capable of renting a car and driving herself around Mexico.

Freedom

The front desk of the condo, when asked where I might rent a car, sent me to a local junkyard where I was told all rental cars were stick shift.  It just looked dodgy.  I got back in the cab and the driver told me that he’d happily chauffeur me about for the day and it would only cost me $100.  That wasn’t going to happen.  I asked him to take me to The Malecon where I started conversation with a hotel rep and told him about my adventures in trying to rent a car.  He knew exactly where I needed to go and within an hour I was being driven to the small airport about 30 minutes from town where they had a car available to rent. 

Driving

Nothing could stop me once I had a car.  The 30- minute drive through the Mexican desert returning to town was thrilling.  I had always considered myself adventurous but it was always in the “I would do it” context, never in the “I’m DOING it” context.

The "road" to Cholla Bay
The “road” to Cholla Bay
Hot Dog & a Smile

Friday night was the first Circus Mexicus event of the weekend.  Hot Dog and a Smile.  It was a fundraiser to raise funds for the local orphanage.  The drummer of the band did this event every year and was on hand to barbeque hotdogs in trade for a donation to the cause.  Several bands were playing on stage throughout the night.

This event was held at JJ’s Cantina, a stunning little bar that has a million dollar view.  JJ’s Cantina is in a little residential suburb of Rocky Point called Cholla Bay.  I wasn’t ready to drive myself there quite yet, but was able to hitch a ride with Russ’s tour and joined with his group of fans.

The view from JJ's Cantina
The view from JJ’s Cantina
The Main Event

 I won’t lie, I was terrified of going to the big show alone.  With my difficulty walking on uneven surfaces, how would I manage a crowded sandlot venue?

I was able to purchase a VIP add on for $20.  This granted me access to a side stage area with tables, VIP bathrooms, and a VIP bar.  I sat with a lady I had met the night before for the opening show, then moved myself to a spot right beside the stage.  I was able to lean my weight on the stage and had nobody in front of me to block my view.  It was perfect.  The band came out just at dusk with the warm Mexican air and stars just beginning to shimmer.  “Mexico”, of course was their first song.  The crowd of 4,000 fans went crazy.

The show went on for four hours with Roger warning the crowd to pace themselves for a long night.  Fireworks were set off and beach balls were being bounced in the air among the crowd.  It was magical, like nothing I’d ever seen.

About halfway through the show I met a wonderful couple.  Kevin and Laury were there with me, singing each song word for word.  We laughed, we drank, and we sang.  That’s the thing about these shows – everybody in the crowd are just friends, period.  You don’t need to give your life story or credentials, if you’re a fan of the music you just belong.

As the show came to an end I began to worry about getting out of the sandlot.  It was one thing coming in with the organized entry system, but leaving would likely be like any other big event – chaos.  I shyly asked Laury if I could walk out with them, sharing with her that I had a disability and was worried about balancing myself on the sand on my way out.  They were of course happy to help, and genuinely surprised that I had made the trip all by myself.  They walked me to my condo to change and let me know their room number so I could join them and their friends for drinks.

The view from the VIP area
The view from the VIP area
The Hangover Bash

The third and final show of the weekend happened on Sunday.  It was back to JJ’s Cantina for what was coined “the Hangover Bash”.  I drove myself and got there fairly early.

Roger Clyne wasn’t playing, but all of the bands that had played at the fundraiser were to play while Roger Clyne and his band were available for autographs and meet’n greet.  It was another great day. The sun was so hot, the music was wonderful, and I felt at home among the crowd.

The Hickman-Dalton Gang was a band that I discovered on this trip.  Comprised of Johnny Hickman of Cracker and Jim Dalton (guitarist for Roger Clyne & The Peacemakers) they had just released their 2nd CD.

I had to leave early however, as my rental car was due back at 6pm.  I had no idea that I would arrive at the hangover bash at 10 am and still be there at 6pm.  The day flew past so quickly and I was leaving the next day.

It had been an amazing experience and I had met some amazing people who are, to this day, among the best people I know. 

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