Last family shot before we leave

This is the last shot of Sadie and me before we head out of here early in the morning. I hope there's nothing I've forgotten...

My new travel blog specifically for my 2009 road trip is

http://dogsnotonmywindshield.blogspot.com/

I sure hope nothing goes wrong. Weather in the Great Lakes and Upper Plains can get rather tumultuous in the summer months.

One day before my roadtrip

My van is packed. I have my maps, books, cameras, laptop, and rechargable batteries, my clothes, sleeping bag, cot, camp shower bag, water bottles, trailmix. I'm still missing one of my Asolo hiking boots.

I'm even packing my .38 for personal safety. I hope I don't have to use it. The only states in which my Concealed Carry Permit is void is Illinois and Wisconsin. All other states will recognize my Arizona permit. I don't plan on carrying my weapon except at night and then only in the van. I won't really carry a weapon until I'm back West in South Dakota, Wyoming and Montana.

I deposited my check today and took Sadie with me to try out the reclining passenger seatin the van for her. She seemed to like it, although her butt was higher than her head as she lay down with her head facing down and forward. She seems to prefer sitting up like a person so that she can see the road ahead of her.

I have my route pretty much planned although exact road numbers aren't available. I'll be stopping enough to pee and exercise and can recheck the roads then. Too much planning is overkill as there are always detours, weather emergencies, etc. I plan on using US highways and little interstate until I reach Illinois.

I want to leave at sunrise Saturday. As soon as I leave AZ and enter NM I already lose an hour. I loose another hour in West Texas. My first night will be near Roswell, NM. There are plenty of alien RV sites there. The drive the next morning is going to be pretty across West Texas and the Staked Plains, toward Wichita Falls and the Wichita Mountains of Oklahoma. This, too will be new territory for me.

Sunday night--Apache OK and 460 miles. I may not make this stretch as that's a lot of miles in the heat. I hope the tornadoes from yesterday have left. I do not like tornadic weather. I want to stop at the Apache museum there and walk around just to pretend I'm a resettled Apache. I could spend the night at Fort Sill.

Monday night--Winfield, KS. This should be a pretty drive across gentle hills. This will be backroad driving, and I'll stop at historical markers or roadside attractions. Tony already knows I'm coming. We will have breakfast together the next day. Or lunch...it all depends on him as he works second shift. I still haven't heard from Judy. She lives about 65 miles east of Tony in another small Kansas town. She may still be in Boston tending to her new grandson.

Tuesday--Columbia, MO. I haven't heard from AJ yet. If he can't make it I'll drive from Winsfield, KS due east on Highway 54, crossing through the Ozarks. That should be nice. I've never been to that part of the state. I hope it's not as economically depressed as the southeastern portion of the state that I drove through three years ago.

From Columbia it's still 400 miles from Crown Point, IN. I should be there Wednesday or Thursday. I will need a nice sleep after this drive. I hope Sadie doesn't drive me nuts. The van is going to smell like dog and be full of dog hair by then!

I'm already curious about what sights will be inspiring, what sights will be depressing, what sights will prove to be great surprises and what sights will be places I'd wish I'd have by-passed.

My final week

This time next weekend I should be on the road to Chicagoland. After tomorrow night, my last semester final, I will start planning my packing list, go through all my things I will take along, reload the van, clear out some stuff in my "office" before I go.

I'm actually looking forward to getting out of this oppressive heat. I just hope the mountains don't go up in flames while I am gone. If the eastern Huachucas catch fire, this neighborhood would get evacuated. Pets and wildlife would panic.

Kevin has taken over the garden chores with a vengeance. He's practiced every garden technique I have shown him. He is a quick learner and works well with his hands and the land. The vegetables will not be neglected while I am gone.

In fact, I expect a bumper crop of tomatoes, potatoes, beets, peppers and turnips when I return!
I have thought long and hard about which dog should accompany me. I've opted for Sadie, the youngest, but also the least experienced when it comes to protecting me in the wilderness. I know that taking a dog into National Parks is a serious offense (I wish taking a damn ATV were just as offensive!) so that will limit my options in the many parks I plan on visiting along the way. But that's OK with me at this point as this way I don't spend dollars on entrance fees to parks that were sacred lands to the indigenous peoples. Most national parks are bordered by national forests or BLM lands that are just as striking.

I'll have to remember to get Sadie's health certificate from her vet.

I most likely will not stay in Indiana a whole month. That was my original plan. What can I possibly do there in a month? My high school friends have all left that hellhole for greener pastures. I love my family but no one in my family likes the outdoors like I do. They would rather go shopping, go eating, go movie watching...all boring stuff. And neither of my kids likes to get dirty in the woods.

I have a visit to Indianapolis with Sharon planned, a trip to my bank there as well, perhaps visit Mikel and Lindie in Lafayette, IN and a few other daytrips in the area, but I won't sit around for the duration. Erin doesn't seem too dire in need of my help since she has so many friends helping her out with day care and other things. If she didn't live with my ex I wouldn't be quite so uncomfortable, either.

I will take Sadie to the Indiana Dunes State Park and hike with her around the perimeter. That park is my regional favorite (it's actually the ONLY state park in the area!) but the transition from bogs to pre-dune flora to beachgrass is amazing. The perimeter trails make for a nice 10-mile trek. I'll probably take her into Chicago as well and walk along the lakefront.

Eric called me for M Day today and revealed that he's ready to move to St Paul, MN this summer. He's waiting for the acceptance letter to the music school there. He sounds like he has a plan there, finally, and is taking on big chances. I wish him well.

I just don't understand why he, who hates the cold, would want to move to Minnesota. At least the people there are wonderfully hospitable. I was hoping he would settle on Colorado...at least that's a day's drive from here.

Oh well. One more week. One more week of cleaning up, clearing out and packing away for the summer. Kevin will do fine in my absence. I just hope I will manage fine on the road and don't fall victim to a freak summer storm, flash flood, falling tree or drunk driver.

Hiking Mount Wrightson...almost

Today’s hike was a twosome-turned-threesome with a guest hiker from North Tucson: Donna from MA joined Big Steve and me. We met at the trailhead at 8:45am and right away I knew Donna was hiking at a professional pace. I was expecting that, as she’s training for a group hike up Mount Whitney in June and has hiked up Mount W three times now in two weeks. That woman can hike!

And me, well, I felt like a novice this time. Not because I was dressed all in blue and was wearing my Keens with socks, but also because I tripped once, tumbled down the trail once (got a few superficial abrasions from that triple axel!) and fell a third time on the descent. Really, why was I so klutzy today? The sunglasses didn’t help, having Sadie on a leash didn’t help, and neither did Keens with worn-out soles help, either. It’s time to renew my summer hiking gear.

Starting elevation was 5400' from the paved parking lot. We ascended via the Super Trail, a 3.7-mile trail with a steady grade and shade. The creeks were dry but the scenery toward Madera Canyon and Tucson were beautiful. We got to the first saddle, Josephine Saddle, at 10:30am. The second part of the hike, 2.2-miles of steep grade around large rock outcroppings to the higher saddle, took me longer than expected: I arrived there at 12:20pm Donna had already taken off for the last .9-mile up to the peak. This was the first time I aborted a peak due to health reasons and didn’t feel guilty. I know I must try again when the climate is more friendly. By then Sadie will be in better shape, too. Her bahavior was great, once again. She stayed right by my feet.

We had a lot of fellow hikers coming and going along the trail. Some had even JOGGED up the peak and were descending as we got to the second saddle. The parking lot was full from start to finish today.

The 100F in Tucson today was noticeable even at the Baldy Saddle at 8740’. This is where the 2005 Florida Fire scorched a good portion of the eastern slopes of the Santa Ritas. PArts of the slopes here are now charred and barren slopes of dead and blackened pine poles.

Parts of the Old Baldy trail were exposed and ~HOT~ and both Sadie and I were hurting. By the time I got to the Florida Saddle I was nearly half done with my lemonade and my thighs were cramping. Steve by then aborted any attempts to scale the peak with Donna, who took an hour going up AND down and joined us briefly at the Saddle before our descent down Old Baldy trail to the parking lot.

Because Sadie was feeling tired, I took it slower going down, and missed out on a lot of the conversation between Steve and Donna. Originally from just outside of Worchester, MA, she came to Tucson-UA with a full scholarship, then married and raised two kids with her husband, now 16 and 19. The marriage ended in divorce six years ago, she got laid off from her job as a hospital dietician, and is now hiking and doing things she couldn’t do earlier. Wise investments are affording her the pleasure.

But she also said she hates the Tucson heat and wants to move to either Idaho or Montana as soon as her younger child is out of high school. Why Montana? She just does. She wants to live somewhere where it’s cooler.

We parted ways back at the trailhead. Donna promised to send me the photos she took of Steve and me (since I was rushed this morning and left the camera on the kitchen counter!) and Steve and I drove the dusty trail back to town. The fire in the upper western slopes of the Huachucas looked contained on our way back, but in the morning thick dark white smoke was coming up from Garden Canyon. (The local paper said the fire was a 25-50 acre fire near Pat Scott Peak, which is where I was two weeks ago talking to the two Border Patrol agents.) The paper didn’t state this, but I suspect the fire was started by an overnight camp fire that was abandoned by a group of illegals crossing over the mountains.

Sadie was exhausted as we got back, but the older dogs were anxious to go for a “W” with me. After the hot and crueling12-mile hike, I gave both dogs a rain check.

I hope the fire in the mountains is contained by tomorrow. So far the forecasters were right when they said this fire season is going to be a hot one. I have no doubt that the fire was started by illegals sleeping the night near the Crest Trail off Pat Scott Canyon trail (there’s a high level grassy area nearby). The only good thing about today’s fire, which started this morning, is that the fire surely burned some of the trash the illegals leave behind: backpacks, dirty clothes, and plastic water bottles. The downside of course is the destruction of pristine wilderness, but illegals don’t care about that since this isn’t their country.

http://www.azstarnet.com/sn/hourlyupdate/292247
http://www.svherald.com/articles/2009/05/09/news/breaking_news/doc4a05bc808e5e5375433863.txt

http://www.azcentral.com/community/surprise/articles/2009/05/11/20090511gl-nwvhiker0511-ON.html

Rowdy students, buring wildfires and the swine flu

The morning started out well: I got to eat a bowl of Rice Krispies with home-grown Quinalt strawberries. Boy were they sweet! Then I got called in to come to Bisbee and I gladly accepted.

The drive into Bisbee, naturally, was relaxing, although two large USBP vans pulled into our street as I left and I saw three more USBP vans down the main road into town.

The teacher I had to sub for was the same one I subbed for last December and I remembered the students fondly. One boy in second hour even hugged me because he liked me from last time.

However, it turned out to be the day of hell. By the end of the day I had a tension headache.

What went wrong? First off, the teacher told me that one particular hour was especially rough. He wasn’t kidding. But so were two other classes. It was all the same thing:

“I don’t have my book.”
“I don’t have a pencil.”
“I’m not going to do this.”

“I must have given out over a thousand pencils!” the teacher said before leaving for a district athletic meeting.

For one hour I had an assistant who had no scruples sending some boys outside the hallway to work (which meant they were able to goof off without proper supervision). It was the only hour I had an aide for, and I could have used them for the other two hyper hours. The teacher's aide came up to me at the end of the day and apologized for not helping me out.

"It was just one of those days, you know?" she told me.

So, for the first time I can remember, I wrote up students for all kinds of disrespectful behavior and for refusing work or coming to class unprepared. By the end of the day I walked the school baseball field and collected all the broken pencils I could find so that no one for the rest of the school year can claim they don’t have a pencil to write assignments with. Most were stubs but better to have a stubby pencil than none at all.

“That’s cool that you’re doing that!” said one boy to me, the same boy who during third hour was very disruptive.

But for some reason the real problem were the high percentage of Hispanic girls who rolled their eyes at me, told me to stop looking at them, or who purposely were disruptive for whatever reason. The teacher next door told me the names that I gave her were the typical “bad ones” and that I shouldn’t take anything personally. I didn’t, but I also know that students are near the end of their school year and simply don’t care about their grades anymore. Normally I have no problem with Hispanic students, but today was quite the exception.

My last instructions before leaving were to sanitize all the desktops before leaving. I did that AND all the personal dry-erase boards, even the white-and blackboards in the room. This was to keep any potential swine flu from spreading.

I went to the district office to confirm what one teacher told me earlier: that even though the school is going to longer hours next year four days a week, the pay for everyone, from teachers and custodians, subs and administrators, was frozen for the next school year. Which means the other school district still pays $4 more an hour. I told the Human Resource woman that I work for another school district, too and let her know that I take the first district that calls me.

I always enjoy the drive to and from Bisbee, often getting carried away with the scenery. But today I almost missed my turn-off and the entire drive was a blur. I couldn’t wait to get home and get out of my dressy clothes and into my garden clothes. (The pants zipper were stuck midway anyway, which made pulling my pants down extremely frustrating!)

I called in a suspicious-looking white cargo van parked along the San Pedro River. Was this a van picking up illegals? Better safe than sorry.

And then, once I was home and comfortably in worn-out clothes, watching the 4pm news, I learned that the two wildfires outside Fort Huachuca are still blazing (the news reported that a "high percentage of patients" were coming into the regional health center complaining of upper respiratory problems from the wildfire smoke), the swine flu totals have shot up from 403 to 642 overnight, and that hot and dry conditions are forecasted for awhile. The wildfire season in southern Arizona has arrived with a vengeance and I don’t see it being a mild season at all.

With days like today I am looking forward to getting out of here this summer.
http://www.kvoa.com/global/story.asp?s=10309380

http://www.azstarnet.com/metro/291764
http://www.azstarnet.com/metro/291701
http://www.svherald.com/articles/2009/05/06/news/doc4a0131c010e3c591477517.txt

It's so hot it's burning

I wasn't expecting to get called in today and was set for a day in the garden and a hike along the river. But at 6:40am I was asked to fill in for a SpecEd teacher, the same one I had two weeks ago, and was glad to help out. I really liked those students last time.

"Hi Miss Connie!" some of them yelled out when I walked in at 7:20am, and again I was able to give a few one-on-one instruction. Many of the intellectually disabled have a hard time understanding basic math principles, but how do you teach these kids that? I'm interested in taking graduate-level courses in methodology.

The department hosted a Teachers Appreciation luncheon and I mingled with some of the instructors. I must have impressed them as they remembered my name! I also got to meet another self-proclaimed "semi-retired" woman who's quite happy working as a sub.

Unfortunately, something I ate gave me a stomach ache. Fortunately, the cramps didn't last long.

It was a hot day today and the dogs looked worn-out when I got home at 3pm. I was tired, too and took an hour nap, but then walked them at 6pm to a cool late afternoon, and a long brown smoke stream drifted from the western boundaries of Fort Huachuaca where a 300-acre wildfire was blazing. Several buildings had already been destroyed but no homes.

Swine flu outbreaks in Arizona and Illinois have nearly tripled and doubled respectfully since yesterday, another alarming trend. The students today were also panicking whenever someone sneezed or coughed. The flu hasn't shown itself YET in Cochise County but when it does, I expect mass hysteria to break out when it does. I honestly hope to be on the road when that happens. Next week is my last week of work for four months.

I picked a handful of strawberries tonight. I will have some with a bowl of cereal tomorrow.

The Yukon Gold potatoes I planted a few days ago are already breaking into green buds. Kevin's taking his gardening very seriously this year, to the point where I feel usurped of my garden responsibilities. I have stepped back to be the certified "Master Gardener." At least to my credit he's learned quite a few techniques from me and I'm confident he will grow a nice, lush, healthy garden in my absence.

Now, if only he would walk the dogs! The dogs have gotten better on their walks, pulling less and barking even less often. A women tonight praised me for such well-behaved dogs. "I see you walk past my house every night!" said one woman who thanked me for tending to the dogs so well.
http://www.svherald.com/articles/2009/05/06/news/doc4a0131142d31f862273260.txt
http://www.svherald.com/articles/2009/05/05/news/breaking_news/doc4a00c6544c5fd827880104.txt

The Heat is on

I was up early to finalize my Apache term paper. That took me most of the day, taking short breaks to tend to the garden. It reached into the upper 80s today with 10% humidity and the garden dried up quickly after every watering. The fire ants are now out in the yard, and snakes are showing up dead in our neighborhood, victims of cars and careless drivers.

The corn grew a few inches these last few days, and some squash is coming up as well.

One nectarine tree was infested with aphids. I gave it a high-pressure shower.

A roadrunner was gawking on top of the roof. This is the first time I've seen a roadrunner FLY anywhere. It eventually swooped down and ran off into the alley. Hummers are out drinking from the feeder (so are the Orioles) and ravens and doves come down to drink from the dogs' water bucket.

The photinias and oleanders are starting to show drought stress.

While I busied with the paper, Kevin farmed. He went into town to buy some more tomato plants (Red Cherry, his favorite). He also picked up a few pepper plants. We have never had this many plants in our yard, but I'm happy he is getting into the gardening scheme. The once-unpopular Princess Tree is now tall enough to provide shade for many of the container plants, sparing many of the plants an early demise. I have no doubt he will do fine while I am gone this summer. From now on he'll be in charge of planting the vegetables.

It was otherwise a quiet day for me. It was hot out and my shoulders felt the sun after just a few minutes outside. I waited until 6pm to walk the dogs around the three-mile loop. All three came back panting.

We watched the local and national news at 5pm. The swine flu is still growing in strength across the US. Pima County (Tucson) confirmed its first six cases of the flu, four of which are on the Tohono O'odham Nation. (The flu is the fifth most common cause of death of Arizona's Native American female tribal members, according to the 2007 Data Book on Health Status Profile of American Indians in Arizona) Nogales is closing all its schools for a week. If this flu spreads into our town I can expect the district to close its schools by the second week, ending my employment for the season (and giving me an early start to my summer drive).

Until then, I still have some work to do for class.

http://www.azdhs.gov/plan/report/hspam/hspam07/part_5c.pdf

Slavin Gulch Trail in the Dragoons

Today’s hike was up Slavin Gulch in the Dragoon mountains via a side trail to Council Rocks. Bill Clark was the hike leader. We met at the Fry’s parking lot in Sierra Vista and carpooled from there. Big Steve and Bill rode with me.

We got to the trailhead at 9am. Little Steve, Susan, Rod and Caci and Paul were the rest of the gang. Weather was in the mid 80s with a gentle breeze and blue skies. I wore my torn blue jeans, a baggy t-shirt and my Keen water sandals under white socks. (Because last week my feet burned up in my hikers)

I had always wanted to explore these rocks. They are "something else" and exude a mysticism I don't feel around any other rocks. There was a reason the Apaches defended these rocks with a determined passion.

Sadie was with me and she performed beautifully. I was proud of her. She didn’t bark, she didn’t run all over the place and she didn’t annoy others. She did better without the older dogs egging her on.

We meandered over gently rolling grasslands, with riveting rock formations, cracks and balancing rocks on either side of us. Mesquite, soaptree yuccas, sotols, agaves, Emory and scrub oaks and manzanitas grew around us. We had minimal elevation today, something that Kevin may have enjoyed. Other recreationists were in the area rock climbing and camping.

I meandered within the group, talking briefly with Susan, then Paul (who was in New Orleans last week for a Jazz Festival). I mostly listened, getting tidbits from Paul's week in New Orleans and Susan's bit with her time in Big Bend. (I certainly wouldn't mind another week there, but this time I want to see Big Bend Ranch State Park and marvel at the waterfalls) Between Susan and Paul there is always something interesting to talk about.

The guys up front encountered a rattle snake off the trail. Sadie immediately ran back toward me as we meandered around the trouble spot. On our way back we encountered a second snake under the dead brush of a mesquite tree.

We snacked under the Council Rocks (4972’) as Bill told us the story of Cochise and Howard

COCHISE – HOWARD MEETINGS: An analysis of General Howard’s report on his mission to the Apaches indicates that he may have stopped for the night in Slavin Gulch on his way to his second meeting with Cochise at Council Rocks. General Howard’s first meeting with Cochise had been held on 1 October 1872 at Council Rocks and Howard had made a quick trip back to Fort Bowie to order the Army to stop active operations against the Apaches while the treaty negotiations were in progress and to obtain additional supplies. He was returning to the meeting place by crossing the Dragoon Mountains via the Middle March Pass and then traveling up the west side of the mountains when the party was stopped short of the Council Rocks area by Captain Sladen and Tom Jeffords who had stayed behind with the Apaches. The Apaches had relocated their camp in a canyon to the south out of fear of a possible military attack. From General Howard’s description, this was probably Slavin Gulch. The following morning, 4 October, the party traveled on to the Council Rocks area for the second meeting with Cochise. (From “Cochise” by Edwin R. Sweeney.)

Sadie rested in the shade with me as I fed her turkey snacks and water. I had carried two gallons of liquids: a gallon for Sadie and a gallon of lemonade for myself. The others in the group thought I looked silly carrying so much water. But to me it was better safe than sorry. (In the end we only drank half of our provisions)

We walked on further to the White House Ruins, now barely standing along the edge of private property. A C-130 buzzed us from above before it disappeared behind the Dragoons.

We took a different trail back, a trail that led us toward the real Slavin Gulch, a scenic single-track going into a mountain cleft. This will have to be explored another time as I was happy with the 7.4 miles we did today. At a second rest stop we had our lunch as a few Mexican jays overhead gawked at us for food.

I want to take Kevin back here soon to explore the canyon more. I think he’d really get into seeing more of Cochise’s hide out. That canyon would be gorgeous after a heavy rain. (The creekbeds today were bone dry)

Sadie slept on the way home and was relaxed the rest of the day. The older dogs seemed to have enjoyed their time away from her. Kevin took them up Hunter Canyon and according to him, “They were the old dogs again: walking side-by-side along the trail, taking stops simultaneously to sniff the brush and pee.

Thirty minutes after arriving home an old army buddy of mine called from Virginia. We have been friends since 1994...perhaps the longest friendship I've had outside of Jill and Sharon and Chris. His fiance got her visa and can now come to the US, but they must get married before her 90-day visa expires. He doesn't know WHEN she is flying to Virginia since she is still waiting for her visa to arrive. When will they get married then? Again, Dave does not know as he is letting her make all the plans. Will they fly to Vegas or will they have a JP wedding in Virginia. He doesn't know. ARGH! I want to be at his wedding but with this little knowledge it's hard to make plans, and I need to have some head start. I had planned on going to Montana in late June, not Virginia. But if I change my summer plans and head out to VA instead, I'll spend a week in that area and see other friends as well. I will always love a few days on the beautiful Jersey Shore, hike with my old buddies there in the Pine Barrens and eat at an old Jersey Diner. It won't be Montana, but it won't be hell, either.

It will just be one long-ass drive back to Arizona!

May Day

The phone rang at 6am. It was Kathlyn from Bisbee.

"Good Morning!" said Kathlyn. "Can you come in and work today?" she asked in her ever-chipper voice. Since the other school was closed for the day, I said yes, although it was an advanced math class.

At least the teacher kept me with enough to do. The students were all well-behaved as they were advanced math students, independently working on assignments. A lot of students were absent today due to sporting events, and it was also May Day, where Mexicans and Mexican-Americans took the day off to rally in Tucson and Phoenix for illegal immigrant rights. So many students were absent today I had no one show up for 3rd hour. The only full class I had was the last class.

A school district alert went out to all students via letter: stay away from Mexico until the swine flu advisory is cancelled. That alert went ignored. There are too many Mexicans going to school in Bisbee for that alert to mean anything.

I didn't stay in Bisbee after school. At first I thought of checking out the Grand Hotel for some Moose Drool Ale, but opted instead to drive home and get some more gardening done. A quick stop at the ALCO Garden shop (and another $54 gone!) I came home with two more large pots and 12 more sweet pepper plants.

Two white-shirted missionaries had just left our property and were moving down the street. I waved at them, but was glad they did not come back to our house when they saw me pull in. The barking dogs in the backyard probably scared the Be-Jesus out of them. But the two men did leave a card in the screen door: it showed the Great Mormon Temple in Salt Lake City. Had they come back I would have answered the door holding a bottle of beer and would have offered them each one...just like my own dad did whenever missionaries came by our door.

We are slowly developing a large array of sweet green pepper plants. And many more seedlings are popping up in our raised bed gardens.

The sky was grey overcast. That was odd, as this wasn't forecasted for today. A storm is sweeping southern California but it will hit Arizona too far to the north of us to have an impact. But the overcast skies tonight will also keep the temperatures high. The real heat will come again Sunday for the season, and another hot and dry May is in store.

The swine flu seems to have slowed down these last few days. Although the flu is still spreading to other countries, the cases of new patients has slowed a bit. As of 11am today, the CDC has reported 141 swine flu cases in the US, although there are new states now like Florida that reported two cases tonight.

Tomorrow morning I'm joining the club for a hike up Slavin Gulch. I've never been in that part of the Dragoons. Weather should be cooler tomorrow, which should make hiking a nice treat.

http://www.cdc.gov/h1n1flu/
http://www.miamiherald.com/1484/story/1028611.html