Well--things have been very confusing for the Philbert Phlock of late. Actually, the phlock has been separated and there was fear that they might never be reunited. But apparently there are rumors the phlock may be reunited, and even a new Philbert added to the phlock!
See, it all started with a major mix-up with our cousin, Stanley the Stork. Stanley delivered a four month old baby to Diane, and this sent Rick over the edge. The baby in question is actually Diane's grandson. Rick and Diane didn't really explain all this to me, so I'm a little confused on the details. It seems that Rick and Diane didn't exactly spend a great deal of time explaining themselves to one another, except through texts and emails.
But lo and behold, while both of them were in Florida over Thanksgiving, they actually met face to face and had a REAL conversation. And, they took the Philbert to find some waymarks in Christmas, Florida. First waymarking they've done since the last weekend in September. Both of them live in Indiana, and you would think they could have talked there, but no! They had to get together in Florida. And you think I am the bird brain!
The new Philbert says it seems they had a good time and that pictures will follow very shortly. Rick has to get back to Indiana and upload the pics. The rumor mill says they are still talking to one another, although the great stork mix-up is still something of an issue.
On a personal note--I am very thankful this holiday season that turkeys are the bird of choice, not phlamingos. Condolences to all my distant cousins....
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
The times, they are a-changing....
Wasn't that Bob Dylan? You know, phlamingos aren't generally known for their singing...so we have to take on other music. At any rate...
Rick and Diane have found out that it is no longer summer! This should be obvious...the piers and boat lifts are coming out at the lake and the festivals have changed in lots of ways. One of the most obvious--the food that is served. It's not summer anymore when you can get hot beef and noodles at a festival and the ice cream truck is abandoned! Ham and beans...soup...fall is definitely in the air and at the fests!
This past weekend was a new event for Diane, although Rick had attended once before. They drove a '78 Dodge van camper from northeast Indiana to slightly southwest Indiana for the Newport Antique Auto Hill Climb. Before the discussion on the actual event....a small comment on the people watching. Anytime a festival gets visited, half the fun is people watching. An the couple of the year award goes to....
The fine young gentleman wearing a Charlie Sheen t-shirt emblazoned with the word "WINNING!" in all capital letters...holding the hand of the lovely young lady with a t-shirt that clearly showed her "baby bump" and a finger pointing at the Charlie fan saying "He knocked me up". That's another change...we've gone from "Baby on Board" or "Baby" with an arrow pointing at the belly to being proud of the phrase "knocked up" and the world of baby daddies. Sigh....
So back to the Hill Climb. This happens the first weekend in October...and a town with a population of less than 600 (and no--no zeros are missing from this...) to over 100,000 visitors. Add at least 1,000 old cars...throw in a steep hill that once was a testing ground and let the fun begin. Definitely worth the time to go. Check out www.newporthillclimb.com for photos and more information. It's great! For just a hint...the following photo gives an idea of the number of cars that are involved...This was only one street. There were LOTS more streets and lots more cars...
Till next time....
Philbert
Rick and Diane have found out that it is no longer summer! This should be obvious...the piers and boat lifts are coming out at the lake and the festivals have changed in lots of ways. One of the most obvious--the food that is served. It's not summer anymore when you can get hot beef and noodles at a festival and the ice cream truck is abandoned! Ham and beans...soup...fall is definitely in the air and at the fests!
This past weekend was a new event for Diane, although Rick had attended once before. They drove a '78 Dodge van camper from northeast Indiana to slightly southwest Indiana for the Newport Antique Auto Hill Climb. Before the discussion on the actual event....a small comment on the people watching. Anytime a festival gets visited, half the fun is people watching. An the couple of the year award goes to....
The fine young gentleman wearing a Charlie Sheen t-shirt emblazoned with the word "WINNING!" in all capital letters...holding the hand of the lovely young lady with a t-shirt that clearly showed her "baby bump" and a finger pointing at the Charlie fan saying "He knocked me up". That's another change...we've gone from "Baby on Board" or "Baby" with an arrow pointing at the belly to being proud of the phrase "knocked up" and the world of baby daddies. Sigh....
So back to the Hill Climb. This happens the first weekend in October...and a town with a population of less than 600 (and no--no zeros are missing from this...) to over 100,000 visitors. Add at least 1,000 old cars...throw in a steep hill that once was a testing ground and let the fun begin. Definitely worth the time to go. Check out www.newporthillclimb.com for photos and more information. It's great! For just a hint...the following photo gives an idea of the number of cars that are involved...This was only one street. There were LOTS more streets and lots more cars...
Till next time....
Philbert
Monday, September 12, 2011
Update
Thanks Jodi (another honorary waymarker in the making...)
From Fox 59 News:
From Fox 59 News:
A living legacy built over the course of nearly three decades was ravaged by a fire within hours on Saturday afternoon.
The “For Bare Feet” warehouse in Helmsburg, Indiana is well known for making all kinds of socks and selling them around the world.
The fire collapsed the roof and damaged sewing equipment and merchandise inside the building. Two people were working inside, but no one was hurt.
Founder and owner Sharon Rivenbark built the store 27 years ago when she found out her son Tim was diagnosed with a brain tumor. Rivenbark wanted to give her son something to do with the life he had left.
n 1987, Tim passed away, but the homegrown business was booming and eventually Rivenbark opened stores around the world. She said the family business had become her son’s legacy.
“This is what we have left of Tim. And it’s a growing, breathing, living entity that’s him,” she said in a 2009 interview with Fox59.
Now that tribute is covered in ash and the loss is estimated in the millions of dollars.
“It’s a terrible tragedy,” said Rivenbark. “All of the knitting machines are gone and it looks as though there’s a great deal of smoke damage to the inventory.”
What is not damaged, however, is Rivenbark’s drive and determination to pull through. She plans to rebuild.
“We’ll make it bigger and better and stronger,” she said. “We will definitely pull ourselves up and we’ll just get it going again.
Fire investigators did not have a cause for the fire, but believe it started in the back of the building near the generator and compressor.
Again, I don't need socks, but I hear these are really popular among the humans. So sorry this happened...hopefully the rebuilding will happen soon and folks can take the factory tour.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Honorary Waymarkers
Nothing gets people more interested in doing things than actually doing it. This was an odd weekend for the Philbert Phlock. Rick and Diane spent the weekend in different parts of the state and the Phlock was divided as well. Diane was in Brown County, Indiana at a church retreat. She had baby Philbert with her, along with me, the Philbert original. She went with her friend Michelle and Michelle became my personal assistant. Before going to the retreat itself, Michelle and Diane stopped in Nashville, Indiana for a little shopping. Rumor has it there are more phlamingos to be added to the phlock, including....be still my beating little wings....a "Philberta". Surprisingly, there is very little in the town of Nashville that has been waymarked! For those of you not from the great Hoosier state, you should know that Nashville is an "artists' colony" in the beautiful hills of southern Indiana. Thousands of tourists visit this community every year. There are some waymarks posted in the nearby state park, but you know what happens when two girls get together...it's not very likely they will go to the state park.
At any rate, Michelle quickly learned the difference between posting a new waymark and visiting. She was quick to suggest new poses for little baby Philbert. Diane was pointing out a veritable plethora of new categories. So exciting! I may be seen in places I've never been seen before.
The excitement of the day came when heading to the actual retreat center. In the small community of Helmsburg, Indiana, is a sock factory. For those of us acquainted with Indiana, this factory would qualify as an "iconic factory", but outside of Indiana this is a little more unclear. I'm off my flight plan here, though. The point of mentioning the sock factory is not to bemoan that it will probably not be accepted into waymarking.com, but that it was on FIRE! Lots and lots of smoke was billowing out of the factory, and it wasn't smog. Two tankers were seen filling up near the local general store. There were lots and lots and lots of trucks at the location itself. On the way home on Sunday, the crowd had cleared and it looked as if the sock factory is A-OK. Diane will do some digging to see what she can learn. It's not the phlamingos wear socks, but when it comes to winter in Indiana, they become a necessity for those humans.
No pictures have been uploaded as yet, but be on the lookout. They will be coming! Oh...and thanks to the Waycross folks in Morgantown, Indiana for their gracious hosting abilities. The retreat was wonderful and renewing. Who knows? There just might be a waymark from their facility...
At any rate, Michelle quickly learned the difference between posting a new waymark and visiting. She was quick to suggest new poses for little baby Philbert. Diane was pointing out a veritable plethora of new categories. So exciting! I may be seen in places I've never been seen before.
The excitement of the day came when heading to the actual retreat center. In the small community of Helmsburg, Indiana, is a sock factory. For those of us acquainted with Indiana, this factory would qualify as an "iconic factory", but outside of Indiana this is a little more unclear. I'm off my flight plan here, though. The point of mentioning the sock factory is not to bemoan that it will probably not be accepted into waymarking.com, but that it was on FIRE! Lots and lots of smoke was billowing out of the factory, and it wasn't smog. Two tankers were seen filling up near the local general store. There were lots and lots and lots of trucks at the location itself. On the way home on Sunday, the crowd had cleared and it looked as if the sock factory is A-OK. Diane will do some digging to see what she can learn. It's not the phlamingos wear socks, but when it comes to winter in Indiana, they become a necessity for those humans.
No pictures have been uploaded as yet, but be on the lookout. They will be coming! Oh...and thanks to the Waycross folks in Morgantown, Indiana for their gracious hosting abilities. The retreat was wonderful and renewing. Who knows? There just might be a waymark from their facility...
Monday, September 5, 2011
Finding the unexpected--Shrimp Farming in Indiana
Diane posted on Saturday about a shrimp harvest in Indiana. There was really and truly a shrimp harvest in Indiana. I should know...shrimp are a staple of a phlamingo diet! The more we eat the pinker we get. But it was a strange sight to see...Eddy Lynn's Shrimp Farm in Coatesville, Indiana. I was under the impression they had planted shrimp seeds, but that was not the case. Eddy has ponds...five of them. And in May, he put in lots and lots of little shrimp (approximately 50,000) into the ponds. They get them from Ohio, Texas and Kentucky. (Popular states for shrimp!) The eggs don't fertilize in fresh water, so they have to get babies. At any rate, as long as the water temperatures stay 55 degrees and above, the shrimp grow and grow. So for the last few years on Labor Day weekend, the harvest begins. The ponds are drained and the big shrimp go into a shrimp chute...a wooden box the water leaks through but not the shrimp! From there...well...let's just say things don't fare too well for the shrimp.
The atmosphere at the shrimp fest was quite cheery. Buck Creek Winery had a tasting tent. Beer was available for a "donation"...(something about a liquor license being needed...but that's more than my bird brain understands) and human food was available too. There was face painting for the kiddies and fresh shrimp for sale.
Sadly, a fellow water critter was caught in the muck. A big snapping turtle ended up in a bucket, and rumor had it that something called turtle soup was coming later. That didn't sound good for the turtle. It was a good thing Diane and Rick's turtle named Oscar was tucked safely in his traveling pond in the back of the car.
There were lots and lots of human kids there. They got to enjoy the muck. I'm kind of jealous...mud feels good between the toes!
And no shrimp harvest would be complete without the shrimp boat. Eddy has a shrimp boat. This boat is a Hurricane Katrina victim and was given to Eddy for transportation costs only. Check out www.indianashrimpfarming.com and click on the video link for the whole story. Pretty amazing...made me a little homesick for warmer climates and seeing shrimp boats in their natural habitats...
Hopefully this experience will make it into waymarking.com under the festivals category. Too much fun for me!
The atmosphere at the shrimp fest was quite cheery. Buck Creek Winery had a tasting tent. Beer was available for a "donation"...(something about a liquor license being needed...but that's more than my bird brain understands) and human food was available too. There was face painting for the kiddies and fresh shrimp for sale.
Sadly, a fellow water critter was caught in the muck. A big snapping turtle ended up in a bucket, and rumor had it that something called turtle soup was coming later. That didn't sound good for the turtle. It was a good thing Diane and Rick's turtle named Oscar was tucked safely in his traveling pond in the back of the car.
There were lots and lots of human kids there. They got to enjoy the muck. I'm kind of jealous...mud feels good between the toes!
And no shrimp harvest would be complete without the shrimp boat. Eddy has a shrimp boat. This boat is a Hurricane Katrina victim and was given to Eddy for transportation costs only. Check out www.indianashrimpfarming.com and click on the video link for the whole story. Pretty amazing...made me a little homesick for warmer climates and seeing shrimp boats in their natural habitats...
Hopefully this experience will make it into waymarking.com under the festivals category. Too much fun for me!
Monday, August 22, 2011
A Library's Demise...
One of Diane's favorite waymarking categories is that of Carnegie Libraries. The category's description states: "The Carnegie libraries were funded with grants from steel businessman Andrew Carnegie. The first was funded in 1881 in his hometown of Dunfermline, Scotland. A total of 2509 Carnegie Library buildings were built. These libraries were built in the United States, Canada, Great Britain, Ireland, South Africa, Australia, New Zealand, Fiji, and various Caribbean countries. Many of these library buildings have been demolished over the years, while others have been converted to various uses besides their original purposes. The intent of this category is to locate as many of the remaining buildings and record their current use."
Well, we found one in Elwood, Indiana. The building is currently vacant and in TERRIBLE condition. The new library is located across the street and seems to be thriving. A fellow waymarker, boatchick, posted the following description of the library in it's glory:
"The Carnegie library, dedicated 1 June 1904, was described by the newspapers as "A Marvel of Beauty". The oak circulation desk was flanked by the main reading room on one side, and the children's room on the other. A skylight and ornate plaster decorated the ceilings, and mosaic tile decorated the floor. Wooden arches, columns, and furniture added to the beauty of the rooms. A basement auditorium seated 300, a men's smoking room offered daily newspapers, and chess and checker games were available. The new library was impressive enough to be used as an example by the Library of Congress as a "nearly ideal" arrangement."
What was so sad was the building's state of disrepair. It just exuded a feeling of despair and desertion. Libraries were meant to be used...for information, for gatherings, for important community events. Diane has great memories of the Hebron Carnegie Library where she developed a life long love of reading. She recalls Story Time with Mrs. Spindler; helping shelve books; Mrs. Sanders, taking her daughters there to visit and get VHS tapes.... While times change and technology has increased the means of how information is delivered, the need for community has not. Experiences gained in a library can last forever.
Hopefully the town of Elwood will be able to salvage the heritage found in their Carnegie Library.
Uncle Philbert outside the Elwood Carnegie Library...
Well, we found one in Elwood, Indiana. The building is currently vacant and in TERRIBLE condition. The new library is located across the street and seems to be thriving. A fellow waymarker, boatchick, posted the following description of the library in it's glory:
"The Carnegie library, dedicated 1 June 1904, was described by the newspapers as "A Marvel of Beauty". The oak circulation desk was flanked by the main reading room on one side, and the children's room on the other. A skylight and ornate plaster decorated the ceilings, and mosaic tile decorated the floor. Wooden arches, columns, and furniture added to the beauty of the rooms. A basement auditorium seated 300, a men's smoking room offered daily newspapers, and chess and checker games were available. The new library was impressive enough to be used as an example by the Library of Congress as a "nearly ideal" arrangement."
What was so sad was the building's state of disrepair. It just exuded a feeling of despair and desertion. Libraries were meant to be used...for information, for gatherings, for important community events. Diane has great memories of the Hebron Carnegie Library where she developed a life long love of reading. She recalls Story Time with Mrs. Spindler; helping shelve books; Mrs. Sanders, taking her daughters there to visit and get VHS tapes.... While times change and technology has increased the means of how information is delivered, the need for community has not. Experiences gained in a library can last forever.
Hopefully the town of Elwood will be able to salvage the heritage found in their Carnegie Library.
Uncle Philbert outside the Elwood Carnegie Library...
Monday, August 15, 2011
Flamingoheads?
Well, no new waymarking to report this weekend. Rumor has it that both Diane and Rick are working on the backlog of photos they have taken of various things around the state and over into Ohio. As the official mascot of the team, I don't have to do that photo uploading or write ups or verifying longitude and latitudes. I got a bit of a rest.
But I do have a bone to pick...I am a PHLAMINGO--or Flamingo if you insist. I don't really care about the spelling, as long as it is pronounced correctly. In case a refresher biology course is in order, I come from the bird family that wades and stands on one leg. Yes, I tend to like warmer climates...have you ever tried to wade in water in Indiana in December? So my question to you is--do I look like a parrot? When have you ever seen a parrot go wading? Or stand with one leg up in the air?
I will admit that both flamigos and parrots tend to be associated with warmer climates and tropical breezes. And if you are completely culturally inept, you may not have heard of the singer Jimmy Buffet. That man has made a fortune selling his relaxed, kicked-back tropical lifestyle. In response, his followers call themselves "Parrotheads". Let me repeat..."Parrotheads". NOT "Flamingoheads".
I got on this rant because as Diane and Rick were docking at the Channel Marker on Saturday, some guy asked Diane if they were Jimmy Buffet fans. I don't understand what gave him that idea. The houseboat is decked out in early Flamingo decor. But I'll let you all decide...based on this picture of the houseboat, would you jump to Jimmy Buffet? Or would you just realize great tacky taste in a beautiful wading social bird...the Flamingo?
This is the houseboat. It is a bit difficult to see the details, but the sign on the front gate does warm to be careful of attack flamingo. And the flip flops my buddies are standing on are a bit faded...but it's phlamingo all the way.
Happy Sailing...and go try waymarking!
But I do have a bone to pick...I am a PHLAMINGO--or Flamingo if you insist. I don't really care about the spelling, as long as it is pronounced correctly. In case a refresher biology course is in order, I come from the bird family that wades and stands on one leg. Yes, I tend to like warmer climates...have you ever tried to wade in water in Indiana in December? So my question to you is--do I look like a parrot? When have you ever seen a parrot go wading? Or stand with one leg up in the air?
I will admit that both flamigos and parrots tend to be associated with warmer climates and tropical breezes. And if you are completely culturally inept, you may not have heard of the singer Jimmy Buffet. That man has made a fortune selling his relaxed, kicked-back tropical lifestyle. In response, his followers call themselves "Parrotheads". Let me repeat..."Parrotheads". NOT "Flamingoheads".
I got on this rant because as Diane and Rick were docking at the Channel Marker on Saturday, some guy asked Diane if they were Jimmy Buffet fans. I don't understand what gave him that idea. The houseboat is decked out in early Flamingo decor. But I'll let you all decide...based on this picture of the houseboat, would you jump to Jimmy Buffet? Or would you just realize great tacky taste in a beautiful wading social bird...the Flamingo?
This is the houseboat. It is a bit difficult to see the details, but the sign on the front gate does warm to be careful of attack flamingo. And the flip flops my buddies are standing on are a bit faded...but it's phlamingo all the way.
Happy Sailing...and go try waymarking!
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Uncle Philbert on Perspective and Angles
Uncle Philbert here...with a dnrseekers report on weekend waymarking. I'm the superlatively handsome "phlamingo" with the googly eyes. I use my big eyes to check out new things. Anyway...we went waymarking. First of all--it was HOT! Why these humans can't go on a nice, moderately warm day with no humidity, I'll never understand. They either go when it is HOT and HUMID or raining. But they wanted to check out the intersection of two national garage sales. Yup--in Van Wert, Ohio, the Lincoln Highway intersects with Highway 127. And from one end of the country to the other, people were holding garage sales. (Don't know what they will do when they sell their garages...where will they park their cars? It would be like a phlamingo holding a nest sale!) They saw lots and lots and lots of stuff. They did not see any radiant heaters, which is what Rick wanted to find. That seemed odd to me, since it was 100 degrees outside. At any rate, they found all kinds of interesting things to submit as waymarks. I guess you'll have to stay tuned to find out what those were.
And then came the fun. Instead of looking for new waymarks to publish, they went visiting in familiar territory. We came back to the great Hoosier state of Indiana and spent some time in Fort Wayne. One of the sights we saw was a GINORMOUS anchor...(and it's not even in the ginormous everyday object category!) This anchor was on the USS Indianapolis. It would certainly sink Rick's houseboat! But I went looking for the best angle. I started flying around, just to check things out. I saw an opening and thought I would take it.
But then it happened. I GOT STUCK! my rear end was left hanging out the back side of the anchor. I'm not generally sensitive about my rear end...I understand human woman will often ask if some article of clothing makes that part of their anatomy look fat...but I'm not a human. I'm just a mascot. I am here to tell you, though, that mascots have feelings too. When Rick and Diane started laughing at my plight, it just didn't seem fair. None of the other "phlamingos" have gotten stuck. Of course, Philbert the Original almost drowned in a creek, but that was more scary than humiliating. So bunches of pictures later, they saw fit to rescue me. Hopefully the next time we go exploring we can all keep our cool and our feathers unruffled.
On a serious note...the Coliseum in Fort Wayne has many memorials to our veterans, including the Eternal Flame. Team dnrseekers wants to say thank you to all who have served their country.
And then came the fun. Instead of looking for new waymarks to publish, they went visiting in familiar territory. We came back to the great Hoosier state of Indiana and spent some time in Fort Wayne. One of the sights we saw was a GINORMOUS anchor...(and it's not even in the ginormous everyday object category!) This anchor was on the USS Indianapolis. It would certainly sink Rick's houseboat! But I went looking for the best angle. I started flying around, just to check things out. I saw an opening and thought I would take it.
But then it happened. I GOT STUCK! my rear end was left hanging out the back side of the anchor. I'm not generally sensitive about my rear end...I understand human woman will often ask if some article of clothing makes that part of their anatomy look fat...but I'm not a human. I'm just a mascot. I am here to tell you, though, that mascots have feelings too. When Rick and Diane started laughing at my plight, it just didn't seem fair. None of the other "phlamingos" have gotten stuck. Of course, Philbert the Original almost drowned in a creek, but that was more scary than humiliating. So bunches of pictures later, they saw fit to rescue me. Hopefully the next time we go exploring we can all keep our cool and our feathers unruffled.
On a serious note...the Coliseum in Fort Wayne has many memorials to our veterans, including the Eternal Flame. Team dnrseekers wants to say thank you to all who have served their country.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
EXCITEMENT!!!
This waymarking thing can be dangerous. Diane and Rick have been "icon collecting"--trying to post new waymarks in different categories. Each of the over 1,000 waymarking categories has an icon. So...they have nearly 140 waymarks posted and nearly 100 different icons. That's pretty tame for me. I'm the official "visit" mascot. I've posed in front of factories, on signs, by fountains and in gazebos....
At any rate, after cramming in two new county fairs, the dangerous duo decided to go hiking in the Bicentennial Woods just north of Fort Wayne. They were looking for the dual footbridges. Despite the heat, humidity, mist and mosquitos, they found both bridges. Rick set me up in my "pensive" pose. I was gazing out over the creek. Great shot--I am very handsome you know. Back to my story...
Rick turns around to take a video of the view from the other side. Somehow or another, I tumbled off the bridge, landing on my side in the creek. Real flamingos can fly. Real flamingos can wade in the water. Have I mentioned that I am a stuffed flamingo? As in "phlamingo"? I was stuck.
Diane noticed the tragedy first. I was so thankful! But then, as she gets Rick's attention, she tells him not to worry--they have other flamingos! Like I can be cast aside!! Like going to all these dorky places with them instead of being in some little girl's room isn't a better idea for me! She was going to leave me! Unbelievable.
Thankfully Rick wasn't going to let that slide. He climbed down the bank, took off his shoes and waded in after me. He took me home and dried me out. He's been giving Diane all kinds of grief. (You have to admit, she has it coming...)
More of the adventures to come...hopefully I won't be in danger of drowning again anytime soon...
At any rate, after cramming in two new county fairs, the dangerous duo decided to go hiking in the Bicentennial Woods just north of Fort Wayne. They were looking for the dual footbridges. Despite the heat, humidity, mist and mosquitos, they found both bridges. Rick set me up in my "pensive" pose. I was gazing out over the creek. Great shot--I am very handsome you know. Back to my story...
Rick turns around to take a video of the view from the other side. Somehow or another, I tumbled off the bridge, landing on my side in the creek. Real flamingos can fly. Real flamingos can wade in the water. Have I mentioned that I am a stuffed flamingo? As in "phlamingo"? I was stuck.
Diane noticed the tragedy first. I was so thankful! But then, as she gets Rick's attention, she tells him not to worry--they have other flamingos! Like I can be cast aside!! Like going to all these dorky places with them instead of being in some little girl's room isn't a better idea for me! She was going to leave me! Unbelievable.
Thankfully Rick wasn't going to let that slide. He climbed down the bank, took off his shoes and waded in after me. He took me home and dried me out. He's been giving Diane all kinds of grief. (You have to admit, she has it coming...)
More of the adventures to come...hopefully I won't be in danger of drowning again anytime soon...
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Welcome
Greetings--Philbert the Traveling Phlamingo here. Most everyone spells "flamingo with an F-L" but since my name is Philbert, it has to be "P-H-L-A-M-I-N-G-O".
Now that we have that out of the way...
My life is very routine...but I've become a mascot for a waymarking team. Waymarking is sort of like geocaching. For those of you who are not into geocaching, let's just say it involves traveling and scavenger hunts. I get to see lots of neat places. So far I haven't left the state of Indiana, but there is an awful lot to see here.
I plan to post lots of pictures. I'm open to ideas of where to go and what to see. Looking forward to hearing from you...especially all you flamingo-ettes...
Philbert
Now that we have that out of the way...
My life is very routine...but I've become a mascot for a waymarking team. Waymarking is sort of like geocaching. For those of you who are not into geocaching, let's just say it involves traveling and scavenger hunts. I get to see lots of neat places. So far I haven't left the state of Indiana, but there is an awful lot to see here.
I plan to post lots of pictures. I'm open to ideas of where to go and what to see. Looking forward to hearing from you...especially all you flamingo-ettes...
Philbert
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