Made it to the river near Shelby Forest.
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An eclectic mix has joined, from Triumphs to Vespas, vintage BMWs to BSAs.
Run to the Sun Motorcycle Rally
Hoping the rain holds off for a few hours…
Labor Day Weekend
Saturday – What a great day! Fall has finally arrived in Memphis, at least for the weekend.
I took a solo motorcycle trip through the St. Francis National Forest, just south of Marianna, Arkansas. There is a national byway called the Crowley’s Ridge Parkway that runs along the tops of hills though the forest. I saw no other people for more than an hour, but butterflies of all colors skimmed through the cool morning air. At one point, a couple of deer ran alongside me while I was riding before bolting into the forest.
Saturday evening, Kath and I got to catch up with Carrie and Patrick Lenahan, some friends that live in Kansas City. Dinner was a tasty and fun affair, hosted by Scott and Paige Walkup.
OK, this is the last day of the Jeff Parker Retrospective. This shot feature Jeff riding a chairlift while on a snowboarding trip to Tahoe in February 2003. (You can see Lake Tahoe in the background.)
Jeff Parker Retrospective – Day 6
Kath and I visited Jeff and Katy in New York City in 1999 on our way to South Africa.
I’m not sure if we were about to head out for the evening or working our way back to the apartment when this was taken. I do remember that it was August. And hot…
Jeff Parker Retrospective – Day 5
(Facebook users: Several have mentioned that you can’t see the pics. Go to http://www.truk.com to view the images. Facebook is retarded and doesn’t show images in RSS feeds any longer. They used to. Now they don’t. Go figure.)
This picture was taken in July 1997 at my wedding. Notice that Jeff now is sporting shorter hair, indicating he has reformed his hippie ways. (Yeah, right!)
Also pictured are Aaron and Scott.
I think that this photo, which like the ones before it predate digital cameras and had to be scanned from a print, was made in New Orleans during Mardi Gras 1996. Behind Jeff and (now wife) Katy, you can see the future Megan Douglas and Dave Hanson.
I think we all look a little hung-over, for some reason…
I’m not exactly sure what Scott, Jeff, John, Aaron, and I were doing in Warsaw in late-1994, but I seem to remember that it had something to do with sightseeing, locating the Warsaw subway (hint: there isn’t one), and getting our first taste of Taco Bell in months.
In this photo, Jeff exhibits the cool confidence of a world explorer, sporting a Parker Construction t-shirt and trademark flannel. Good times, good times.
Jeff Parker Retrospective – Day 2
You think you might know Jeff Parker, the man, or Jeff Parker, the father, but did you know that there is also … Jeff Parker, the farmer?
I don’t exactly remember what what going on in this photo, but Jeff appears to be tilling up the dirt around one side of the House of the Rising Sun to plant a garden. Who knows how green Jeff’s thumb turned, but you can tell that he is either a master tiller or he is just getting started, because he is still mud-free…
I just got back to Memphis tonight after yet another wonderful Memorial Day weekend at the Parker Lakehouse. (Thank you, Parker Family, for the fun, fellowship, and food!)
Anyway, when we were getting ready to leave, I randomly got the idea to post a week of photos of Jeff Parker. The first one covers a trip we made to Montana and Wyoming in 1992. In this photo, we’ve made it to the Canadian border, somewhere around Glacier National Park. Jeff, in the hat, has crossed over to Canada, and I think Sarah Doering (then, Cooper) took this picture.
Today, the trip is a bit of a blur in my memory, but I remember this scene clearly. The brilliance of the day, the width of the sky, and rapidly changing weather.
Douglas Family on Mud Island
Walking the concrete Mississippi River model on a beautiful day.
We visited a crocodile farm near Victoria Falls, which was actually pretty boring, but I did get to simulate what it would be like on the business end of one of these things.
In short, I didn’t even like putting my head in the mouth of a stuffed one of these monsters.
We got a chance to spend some quality time with a few of these in the wild a few years later, and my appreciation had increased by that time.
Taken on the Zimbabwe side of Victoria Falls, this is a photo of an elephant preparing to charge us while we are on a horse riding tour of a park near the river.
We got a little too close to the elephant, who turned toward us and started to act aggressively. Thankfully, our guide was there to help us slowly back away from the situation.
Kath and I took a “tour” of Soweto, in an effort to learn more about this famous slum in Johannesburg. The place was a complete maze of ramshackle tin structures. If not for the cell tower in the middle of it all, I would have been completely lost.
This look means, “What have we gotten ourselves into?”
We went to an elephant sanctuary near Knysna, South Africa, in 1999 and got up close with a few of them. Most of the elephants we saw were only babies. Sweet, pushy, 1-ton babies…