Saturday, July 31, 2010
We learned that our hotel was literally perched along side a colony of one & a half MILLION bats. The second largest urban bat colony, adjacent to our Hyatt under Congress Avenue Bridge. Right within a minute's walk of our front door. We also learned that there was a nightly party at dusk, as folks gathered all around the bridge to watch as they flew from their refuge beneath the bridge and took to a night of scarfing down mosquitos. There was a popsicle man with all natural popscicles. There were at least two fellows selling light sabers. There were several kayak clubs that linked below the bridge. We were told that perhaps the best seats in the house were on top of the bridge watching as they flew out en mass. The good news is that we saw lots & lots of bats. The popscicle man told us that the previous day's deluge of rain, the day we landed at the airport, had put the bats on a later departure...... so no dusk bat departure for us. They waited until it was completely dark. By that time the tour boats had arrived below the bridge and were shining their big lights...... giving THE eeriest strobe light effect that you can imagine. Well worth the wait. Search on YouTube for numerous videos of the black cloud at dusk. Maybe I can get invited back when the females are not in pupping season.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Here we are at the very end of the workshop, when I FINALLY remembered to take some pictures. I totally missed capturing the other 80 minutes of our fun. It finally dawned on me as we finished our double Higgeldy Dance, that I hadn't turned on the camera to that point.
So here's the big ending, "Jumpin' Jiminy." We had a professional jumper demonstrate jumping in perfect form. There was jumping all through out the entire room. My favorite part is always the freezing frozen verse.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
lickity split. The ticket agent gave us our gate number and we turned to go. Rather nonchalantly I said to her, completely off-handedly, "Does it look like our flights are running on time?" She went back to the screen to look and she said, "Whoa! Your crew has been timed-out. Your flight won't be taking off till mid-morning." Whoa, indeed. Our flight outta Chicago would already be in the air, before our flight in Green Bay was even getting organized.
The ticket agent did a heroic amount of work and tracked down the luggage from security, got us onto a whole new airline and changed all of the paperwork........ long story short, we got the last two seats outta Green Bay, thru Minneapolis.... and made it safely to Austin. Our baggage arrived on the carousels -- surrounded by VERY large guitars. We got into the shuttle and the skies just opened up. I mean POURED. Torrential downpour, Texas style. Our driver had to s-l-o-w down, to manage safely, but we eventually made it to our destination, the Hyatt. And then I was expected to manually manipulate my own window coverings, no remote for the draperies here. OIY!