tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54146450886039742352009-06-25T13:24:50.759-05:00County CountingVisiting each of the 3,142 Counties in the United States at least Once in My Lifetime.J. Stephen Connhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944756120065605666noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414645088603974235.post-85696860376922046822009-06-25T12:58:00.011-05:002009-06-25T13:24:50.768-05:00Visiting the First Baptist Church in America<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/SkO72nJ9PSI/AAAAAAAABXA/FoWgzdv4L8A/s1600-h/3659185977_c5a0c5a47e.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351327329144356130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/SkO72nJ9PSI/AAAAAAAABXA/FoWgzdv4L8A/s400/3659185977_c5a0c5a47e.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div>It was a hot Sunday morning in July and I was taking a walking tour of downtown Providence, Rhode Island, when I passed this historic church. Being a Baptist minister and a history buff, I was aware of the church but had not planned to visit services there. However, the Sunday morning worship was was just beginning, so on an impulse, I slipped in and had a seat. I was dressed in shorts, a T-shirt and tennis shoes but the folks there made me feel very welcome. They lived up to the slogan that was on the sign out front: <strong>"We reserve the right to accept everybody!"</strong></div><div align="center">-</div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong></div><div></div><div><strong></strong></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/SkO8MI7WcSI/AAAAAAAABXQ/iRzzOFYF1i8/s1600-h/2627766197_0665c5da74_b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351327698987151650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/SkO8MI7WcSI/AAAAAAAABXQ/iRzzOFYF1i8/s400/2627766197_0665c5da74_b.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>The First Baptist Church in America was founded by Roger Williams in Providence, Rhode Island in 1638. Williams, known as "The prophet of religious freedom," broke from the Church of England to establish a democratic church which would be a "shelter for persons distressed of conscience" It was a magnificant old building that could easily seat several hundred people - maybe a thousand - but that morning only about 70 folks were present, including several visitors like myself. </div><div><br />The music was decent. The sermon was better and livelier than I expected. The pastor, a jovial, middle aged, white haired man with a full beard preached in his shirt sleeves in the unairconditioned building. With all due respect, he looked like a cross between Santa Claus and the Pillsbury Dough Boy - with a distinct southern accent that made me homesick. Curious, I stayed afterwards to meet the pastor, Dan Ivins and wife Libby, and learned that they were both originally from East Tennessee, not far from where I grew up. Seems to me that most of the best preachers come from the southern Appalachians, and even the people in New England have discovered that. </div><div><br /><a href="http://www.fbcia.org/" rel="nofollow">www.fbcia.org/</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414645088603974235-8569686037692204682?l=countycounting.blogspot.com'/></div>J. Stephen Connhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944756120065605666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414645088603974235.post-62878725258432663432009-05-17T15:20:00.011-05:002009-06-07T23:40:45.874-05:00Colorado: 64 Counties in 45 Years<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/ShBx7s39UCI/AAAAAAAABVw/-bUoLG-HZuY/s1600-h/101_0291.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336890828906123298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/ShBx7s39UCI/AAAAAAAABVw/-bUoLG-HZuY/s400/101_0291.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>On Saturday, May 1, 2009 I entered San Miguel County from Delores County, Colorado, thus completing my visits to each of the 64 counties in the Rocky Mountain State. I was traveling with my older brother, Philip, who recently retired as president of Western Oregon University. It was our first time to travel together since we were teenagers, growing up in East Tennessee. </div><div> </div><div>Philip joined me for a week long trip across southern Colorado where we visited my; final seven Colorado counties. We were traveling north on CO-145, the San Juan <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Skyway</span>, heading toward <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Teluride</span>, an old mining town which is now a trendy vacation spot, especially popular with snow skiers. </div><div></div><br /><div>The first time I entered Colorado had been in the summer of 1964. I was 19-years-old then, having just finished my freshman year of college. I was traveling from <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Dillon</span>, Montana, where I had spent the summer, en route to Dallas, Texas for a church convention, and then back home to Tennessee.</div><div></div><br /><div>I've been in Colorado about 20 times over the years, for a variety of reasons, including visiting my son, Christopher, who lives in Denver. This trip illustrates why county counting is so fascinating. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Although</span> I had been in Colorado numerous times over a span of almost half a century, there are several hidden corners of the state I would have missed if it were not for this obsession I have to collect every county.</div><div></div><br /><div>On the trip we visited three national parks: Great Sand Dunes, Grand Canyon of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Gunnison</span>, and Mesa Verde. I had been to the Grand Canyon of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Gunnison</span> once before, and had visited Montezuma County - home of Mesa Verde - way back in 1967, but did not make it to that National Park until this trip.</div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336895215637415410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/ShB17CuMxfI/AAAAAAAABV4/YJ2bi52VvkI/s400/100_9982.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div>As is often the case, my favorite counties on this trip were those remote spots which are seldom visited by the average tourist. These included <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Hinsdale</span> County, with a population of only 790, and Custer County, where we enjoyed spectacular views of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Sangre</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">de</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Cristo</span> Mountains and had an impromptu meeting with the honorable Allen Butler, the mayor of Silver Cliff, Colorado.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414645088603974235-6287872525843266343?l=countycounting.blogspot.com'/></div>J. Stephen Connhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944756120065605666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414645088603974235.post-37262114796636967952009-04-16T10:59:00.007-05:002009-04-16T12:48:34.543-05:004,000 MIles and 90 Counties Across Texas<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/SedX0HsoMDI/AAAAAAAABVI/gPIHGLJHUoE/s1600-h/100_8437.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325321637319946290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/SedX0HsoMDI/AAAAAAAABVI/gPIHGLJHUoE/s400/100_8437.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div>During two weeks in late February and early March, 2009, I put more than four thousand miles on this car, rented at the Dallas/Fort Worth, Texas airport. On that trip, which took me on a very zig-zag route around the state, I completed visiting my final 90 of the 254 counties in the Lone Star State, and also completed several counties in Oklahoma. </div><br /><div></div><div>I've heard other county counters brag about collecting 20 or more counties a day in wide open areas like this. Personally, I averaged seven counties a day, going from dawn to dusk, but stopping often along the way. Still, I felt like I was cheating myself my rushing through so many towns and rural areas without seeing all they have to offer. To me, there are only two kinds of places on earth, those I have never visited, and those I have visited but hope to return to someday to explore more thoroughly. </div><div>.</div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325327434659642994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/SeddFkeHvnI/AAAAAAAABVY/sO9UaFKpaW0/s400/100_8436.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>In these two photos I have stopped to take a few pictures at the Glasscock/Reagan county line on Texas Ranch Road 33. </div><br /><div>With 254 counties, Texas has by far the largest number of counties of any state in the United States. The second highest number is 159 counties in Georgia. Tiny Delaware has the smallest county count with only three. The average state is subdivided into 66 counties. </div><div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414645088603974235-3726211479663696795?l=countycounting.blogspot.com'/></div>J. Stephen Connhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944756120065605666noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414645088603974235.post-13301532195306002732009-04-03T13:13:00.002-05:002009-04-03T13:16:46.851-05:00Finishing Arizona in La Paz County<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/SdZSF1XompI/AAAAAAAABU4/gEJPoZ5jlQA/s1600-h/3409649504_a53aae64a4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320530269963852434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/SdZSF1XompI/AAAAAAAABU4/gEJPoZ5jlQA/s400/3409649504_a53aae64a4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div>This dramatic view is the first glimpse I had of La Paz County, Arizona, March 28, 2009. It was my final Arizona county, and the 2,916th county overall, in my quest to visit each of the 3,142 counties or their equivilents in the United States. The view is from Mohave County, looking across Bill Williams River into La Paz County, along Arizona Highway 95, near Parker Dam. </div><br /><div><br />La Paz County is one of the newest counties in the United States. It was established in 1983, being formed from the northern half of Yuma County. La Paz is the first and only new county created in Arizona since the territory gained statehood in 1912. Soon after the formation of La Paz County, Arizona laws were changed to make splitting other existing counties much more difficult.</div><br /><div><br />I had first visited Yuna County way back in 1968, while living in Albuquerque, New Mexico, but I had not been in the part of the county that broke off to be come La Paz. The county is named for an old settlement - now a ghost town - along the Colorado River. Parker, Arizona, just across the Colorado River from California, is the county seat.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414645088603974235-1330153219530600273?l=countycounting.blogspot.com'/></div>J. Stephen Connhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944756120065605666noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414645088603974235.post-3512594541461074142009-02-27T10:18:00.007-05:002009-02-27T20:03:32.812-05:00Completing the 100 Counties of North Carolina<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/SagEhv4eXyI/AAAAAAAABUY/8zMlEuMe_Sw/s1600-h/3260471289_e3fe6268b1_b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307497138691661602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/SagEhv4eXyI/AAAAAAAABUY/8zMlEuMe_Sw/s400/3260471289_e3fe6268b1_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div>When I entered Stokes County, North Carolina on February 5, 2009 it marked the completion of my visits to each one of the 100 counties in North Carolina - made during countless trips over more than 50 years of traveling throughout the Tarheel State. With this, I have now visited every county in 28 of the United States, and more than 89% of the total counties in all fifty states. Stokes County was #2,898 in my quest to visit each of the 3,141 counties or county equivilents in the United States at least once in my lifetime. </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>North Carolina easily rates as one of my favorite states. Stretching from the Outer Banks on the Atlantic coast to the mile-high peaks of the Appalachian Mountains, the state contains a rich diversity of topography and climate that few other states can match. </div><br /><div></div><div>This sign sits beside the driveway of a private residence. It is on old U.S. Hwy. 52, between Rural Hall and King, North Carolina.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414645088603974235-351259454146107414?l=countycounting.blogspot.com'/></div>J. Stephen Connhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944756120065605666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414645088603974235.post-37873293475428457222009-01-27T21:39:00.005-05:002009-01-27T21:53:19.430-05:00A Historical Sign that Changed my Life<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/SX_FhojZkgI/AAAAAAAABRo/CeRDBNd-33U/s1600-h/100_3720_0052_51.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296168868423242242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/SX_FhojZkgI/AAAAAAAABRo/CeRDBNd-33U/s400/100_3720_0052_51.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />When a person sets out to visit each of the 3,141 counties or their equivilents in the United States he never knows what life changing discoveries he may make along the way.<br /><br />This simple interpretative sign at Tannehill Historical State Park in Alabama, was a catalyst that made a deep and lasting impact on my life. When I first read it in December, 2004, I would never have imagined the quest for knowledge on which it would lead me.<br /><br />I had read countless other such signs during my travels, but for some unknown reason this one particular one on that particular day resonated deeply with me - especially the simple description of actions taken by Union troops from Iowa who were here during the latter days of the War Between the States:<br /><br /><strong>"... they torched all the adjacent factory buildings, slave cabins, a large gristmill and tannery and a storehouse for food and supplies. In the fire Tannehill’s workforce of over 500 slaves and white mechanics were scattered and displaced."</strong><br /><br />Whoa, I thought! The Yankees burned the slave cabins along with those of the white workers? Hundreds of people were left with no shelter, no food, and nowhere to go?<br /><br />Although I grew up in the South, all my life I had been told that the Union troops marched south to free the slaves. If that were so, then why did the Northerners burn the slaves out, leaving them destitute, homeless and hungry. Elsewhere on the grounds of the Tannehill Historical State Park I saw a large patch of woods, marked as the site of scores of slave cabins which the Yankees had ransacked, plundered and then destroyed - cabins that would have been equal to those my own Irish and Cherokee ancestors lived in during the same era in Alabama and Georgia.<br /><br />I began to make the connection to other discoveries I had made during my travels, such as a monument to black Confederate soldiers in Mississippi and an antebellum plantation in Louisiana owned by a family of black slaveholders. I had dismissed these things as flukes, but now I was beginning to see a patteren which contradicted most of what I had always assumed I knew about the War Between the States.<br /><br />It occurred to me that somebody was lying about what really happened during the so called Civil War, and I determined to find out the truth.<br /><br />Since that fateful day in December, 2004, I have spent thousands of hours studying about the Confederacy, the causes of secession, and the War Between the States. As I have read scores of books, I have continued to visit hundreds of historical sites, now looking for clues to the real story, unvarnished by political correctness. To say that the things I have learned have been an eyeopener is an understatement.<br /><br />Okay, I don't have room to get up on my soapbox and tell it all here in this one post. Much more time and space would be required to do that. I am now now recording many of my discoveries on a blog. I hope you'll check it out: <a href="http://confederatedigest.com/">http://confederatedigest.com/</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414645088603974235-3787329347542845722?l=countycounting.blogspot.com'/></div>J. Stephen Connhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944756120065605666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414645088603974235.post-33858197454937874152009-01-13T15:33:00.009-05:002009-01-13T15:54:17.401-05:00The Road to Quoz, with William Least Heat-Moon<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/SWz-lMaffsI/AAAAAAAABMA/AHTGaaAyiq4/s1600-h/3037939843_a826a0ba5b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290883577194446530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/SWz-lMaffsI/AAAAAAAABMA/AHTGaaAyiq4/s400/3037939843_a826a0ba5b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div>On one of my many road trips - several years ago - I took along with me a taped version of William Least Heat-Moon's book, <span style="color:#000066;"><strong>Blue Highways</strong></span><span style="color:#000000;">, which I had checked out of the public library. It was so good I later bought and read the book. Heat-Moon is an outstanding writer and his book is a classic every traveler will relish - telling of his adventures on the "blue highways," or the state and county routes and back roads of America.</span></div><div></div><br /><div>It didn't surprise me when I read an interview with Heat-Moon in which he said: </div><div></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#000066;">"I understand the slants and angles in America. I’ve been in every county in the United States — more than 3,000 of them. If you put your finger on a map of the United States, I have been within at least 25 miles of that place, except there are places in the Nevada desert I haven’t been yet. And a trip there is coming up."</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#000066;"></span></em></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;"><span style="color:#000000;">William Least Heat-Moon has a new now</span> titled <em>Road to Quoz - an American Mosey</em>.</span></div><div><em><span style="color:#000066;"></span></em></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">Here's a link to the full article from the Columbia (Missouri) Tribune: <a href="http://www.columbiatribune.com/2009/Jan/20090104Ovat010.asp">http://www.columbiatribune.com/2009/Jan/20090104Ovat010.asp</a></span></div><div><span style="color:#000066;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000066;">The photo above is one I took on the Talladega Scenic Drive in Alabama.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414645088603974235-3385819745493787415?l=countycounting.blogspot.com'/></div>J. Stephen Connhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944756120065605666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414645088603974235.post-26905310396042660542008-12-22T22:16:00.006-05:002008-12-22T22:35:41.173-05:00Greensburg, Kiowa County, Kansas . . . Gone with the Wind<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/SVBbVcwW2qI/AAAAAAAAA28/j_F4KM2PZ88/s1600-h/3058275657_3bc4266704.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282822786959989410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/SVBbVcwW2qI/AAAAAAAAA28/j_F4KM2PZ88/s400/3058275657_3bc4266704.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div></div><div></div><div>In November, 2006, I visited and fell in love with Greensburg, Kansas, which I called "A near perfect small town." I posted a page of photos, descriptions and impressions of my visit to Greensburg and Kiowa County on my pages at VirtualTourist.com. Little did I, or anyone else, know that less than six months later Greensburg would be almost completely wiped from the map. </div><div></div><br /><div>On May 4, 2007, Greensburg was devastated by an EF5 tornado that struck with little warning. At least 95 percent of the city was leveled and the remaining 5 percent was severely damanged. Eleven people were killed. Now Greensburg, with less than half it's former population, is in the process of rebuilding. Some say it will be a model town, and a "green" one at that. </div><br /><div></div><div>It has been very gratifying that since that time, I have received numerous emails from folks thanking me for the photos and the rememberance of Greensburg as it used to be.</div><br /><div></div><div>On my pages at Flickr.com I have re-posted the photos and descriptions. You can see them here: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jstephenconn/sets/72157610019364303/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/jstephenconn/sets/72157610019364303/</a> </div><br /><div></div><div>Below is my introduction to the photo set.</div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A Near Perfect Small Town</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div>Greensburg, Kansas, with a population of only 1,885 is an off-the-beaten-path community on the high plains of south-central Kansas. It is the seat of Kiowa County, named for the Kiowa Indians.</div><br /><div>About 3,200 people live in the entire county. You can't get there by commercial airline, train or even bus. The town is not touched by an interstate highway. Most people have never heard of Greensburg and relatively few tourists come here. That's a crying shame, because Greensburg is about as perfect as a small town can get.</div><div></div><br /><div>In Greensburg you won't find a Wal-Mart or a mall, but the downtown business district is alive and well. Crime is virtually non-existent, You'll meet friendly people with lots of community pride and spirit. There are many interesting things to see and do, lots of recreational opportunities, and an abundance of wide open spaces, fresh air and scenic vistas. An extra bonus is all the peace and quite you could possibly want.</div><div></div><br /><div>If you ever wonder what it is that drives me try and visit every county in the United States in my lifetime, then take a look at Kiowa County and maybe you'll understand. How regrettable it would be to complete my earthly journey and never once have stepped foot in Greensburg, Kansas.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414645088603974235-2690531039604266054?l=countycounting.blogspot.com'/></div>J. Stephen Connhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944756120065605666noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414645088603974235.post-39614938230242351492008-12-05T21:40:00.004-05:002008-12-05T21:51:09.809-05:00Interesting Finds in Unexpected Places<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/STnmmAtCXiI/AAAAAAAAAgE/skpWkNmUb3g/s1600-h/2774842848_bd71deeb7a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276501979139563042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/STnmmAtCXiI/AAAAAAAAAgE/skpWkNmUb3g/s400/2774842848_bd71deeb7a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>One of the fun things about county counting is that you never know what neat treasures you may find in the most unexpected places. "Tourist attractions" can be found just about anywhere.</div><div> </div><div></div><div>This sculpture, named Silent Leather, stands in front of the Wheeler County Courthouse, Bartlett, Nebraska. It is by the noted "Cowboy Artist" Herb Mignery. Herb grew up on a working cattle ranch in Wheeler County.</div><div><br />With only 828 people in the entire county, Wheeler is one of the least populated counties in the United States. I stopped here October 12, 2007, while on a meandering road trip from Cincinnati/Loveland, Ohio to Denver, Colorado. I had breakfast at the local Sinclair station - the only business I saw open in the town - and chatted with a table of about six local senior citizens, who seemed to be proud of the fact that there's nothing much to do in Bartlett.</div><div></div><div>Why is it that I love visiting places like Bartlett, Nebraska? I guess you have to be a county counter to understand. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414645088603974235-3961493823024235149?l=countycounting.blogspot.com'/></div>J. Stephen Connhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944756120065605666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414645088603974235.post-52065366210945181762008-12-01T14:55:00.001-05:002008-12-01T14:55:14.009-05:00Smallest County<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42411496@N00/329831951/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/161/329831951_028b29e8f5_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42411496@N00/329831951/">Smallest County</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/42411496@N00/">{.jerry-b.}</a></span></div>Here's an interesting item I ran across on Flickr.com which should be of interest to county counters.<br clear="all" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414645088603974235-5206536621094518176?l=countycounting.blogspot.com'/></div>J. Stephen Connhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944756120065605666noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414645088603974235.post-31431811169985497302008-11-24T17:26:00.002-05:002008-11-24T22:05:50.708-05:00Kalico Kitchen, Marion, Alabama<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jstephenconn/3037939949/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3139/3037939949_df7fca1898_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jstephenconn/3037939949/">Kalico Kitchen, Marion, Alabama</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jstephenconn/">J. Stephen Conn</a></span></div>Although I've been rather negligent in making regular posts to my County Counting blog, I've been putting my travel photos up on Flickr.com for several months now. I love it because of the unique "geotag" feature Flickr offers, and also because of the feedback I'm getting from people who stumble across my entries there.<br /><br />Anyway, this post is an experiment to see how the flicker entries come out on my blog. If I like the results, I'll be doing more.<br /><br />BTW, this photo and entry was made in early December, 2004. On that road trip I completed visiting the last nine or ten of Alabama's 67 counties.<br clear="all" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414645088603974235-3143181116998549730?l=countycounting.blogspot.com'/></div>J. Stephen Connhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944756120065605666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414645088603974235.post-77999103340691264822008-02-24T19:14:00.011-05:002008-12-09T14:46:06.888-05:00Counting Counties in Southern Illinois<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/R8IJtUWC7RI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bZZSwoH-iBE/s1600-h/100_1933.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170705996334689554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/R8IJtUWC7RI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bZZSwoH-iBE/s400/100_1933.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong>Grand Rose Hotel, Elizabethtown, Illinois</strong></span> </div><div align="center"></div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">This past weekend my wife and I made a three day trip to southern Illinois, picking up five new counties: Gallatin, Hardin, Pope, Saline and Hamilton. That brought my total number of Illinois counties visited to 101 of 102. I hope to pick up my final Illinois county later this year when I take a road trip to Missouri.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It was not the best time of year to visit Illinois. The area had just suffered a severe ice storm a couple of days before. Highways still had many patches of ice and snow, especially over the rural bridges, and much of the area was without electric power. Also, a couple of roads we wanted to take had been detoured because of flooding. A friend of mine who lives in Illinois had advised me that the best time to visit southern Illinois is in the summer when he said it is beautiful. But someone who is intent on visiting every county in the United States can't always wait for good weather. If I traveled only at the peak season for each county I would never complete the quest. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170707804515921186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/R8ILWkWC7SI/AAAAAAAAAKk/R8k5zqOCpFM/s400/100_1981.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong>Garden of the Gods, Shawnee National Forest, Illinois</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;">It is certainly possible to visit more than five counties in a weekend, but I've decided that's enough if a person wants to actually see something of those counties and not just go on a driving marathon. At five counties a weekend, 52 weeks a year, it would take more than 623 weeks, or a little longer than 12 years, to visit every county in the United States. This could be very easily done for the first many weeks. However, the more counties a person visits the further he must travel to reach new territory, so each trip becomes subsequently more difficult, more time consuming, and more expensive. If a person must be obsessed to stick to such a venture then surely I am obsessed. I find it to be a magnificent obsession - full of fun, adventure, and fascinating learning experiences.<br /><br />Also, I should add that over the past several years I have averaged visiting just over 100 new counties per year - which comes out a little more than two coutnies per week. I hope to complete my quest in about four more years.<br /><br />Our favorite experience of this past weekend was staying in the Grand Rose Hotel in Elizabethtown. This old riverboat era hotel the Ohio River was established in 1812, making it the oldest hotel in the state. It was amazing to learn that Elizabethtown, with a current population of 350, was once larger than the city of Chicago. Other things we saw included Cave-in-Rock State Park, a place where river pirates once hid out from the law, and Garden of the Gods - very picturesque rock formations - in the Shawnee National Forest. These are remnants of an ancient mountain range called the Shawnee Hills. In Pope County we discovered a sobering monument to the Trail of Tears, memorializing thousands of Cherokees who traveled this way - hundreds of them dying in Illinois - during their forced trek westward. Several other interesting sights of human and natural history, such as the Cave-in-Rock ferry and the oldest Baptist church in Illinois, made me very happy that I visited this off-the-beaten-path corner of Illinois. We found it to be a fascinating part of our great land that we would have never seen if it were not for counting <strong>counties.</strong> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414645088603974235-7799910334069126482?l=countycounting.blogspot.com'/></div>J. Stephen Connhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944756120065605666noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414645088603974235.post-57365355205584611162008-02-11T20:39:00.000-05:002008-12-09T14:46:07.450-05:00FAQ: What is Your Favorite County?<div align="left">When I talk with people about county counting they often ask the obvious question: "What is your favorite county?" That's not an easy question to answer because each county has its own unique appeal. I honestly have never been to any county about which I could not find something to like. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165904381811551474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/R7D6qkWC7PI/AAAAAAAAAKM/VCkSKnsS72U/s400/3883566-Travel_Picture-Karen_on_Lake_Michigan_in_Door_County_Wisconsin.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Karen on Lake Michigan in Door County, Wisconsin</span></span><br /></strong></p><strong></strong><br /><p></p><p>This past summer when my wife and I camped for a week in Door County, Wisconsin, I was tempted to say that it was my favorite county. Door County, which is a peninsula jutting into Lake Michigan, has hundreds of miles of shoreline, rocky bluffs, sandy beaches, quaint villages, beautiful farms and orchards, several offshore islands, a dozen lighthouses, numerous historic sites and several state and county parks. It's definitely a county that's got a lot going for it. </p><p></p><p>But then, on second thought, I love mountains and Door County has no mountains at all. In addition, we saw no waterfalls in Door County, no covered bridges, no old grist mills, no exciting cities, no Amish buggies, no flowing rivers, no prairie, no desert, no national parks or monuments.... Come to think of it, there are lots of things that I love about other counties that can't be found in Door County, at all. </p><p><br />If the perfect county exists, I haven't been to it yet. But there is still hope. After all, I've only visited 2,654 counties to date, and have 487 counties to go. Maybe my favorite county will be one of them.<br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165908182857608450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/R7D-H0WC7QI/AAAAAAAAAKU/rmOw9pHq5sc/s400/100_4398_0326_34.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Superstition Wilderness, Maricopa County, Arizona</span></strong></span></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;">So when </span>people ask me about my favorite county, I have finally come up with a stock answer: </p><p><em><span style="color:#000099;">"Every place on earth falls into either one of two categories. First, are the places I have not yet visited but would love to see. Second, are the places I have been and would like to return and explore more thoroughly. My favorites are those in the first category." </span></em><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414645088603974235-5736535520558461116?l=countycounting.blogspot.com'/></div>J. Stephen Connhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944756120065605666noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414645088603974235.post-84713698957485515862008-01-31T08:11:00.000-05:002008-12-09T14:46:07.628-05:00Need Maps? Try These Links.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/R6HJ1LUej8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/DEE40TNFUOQ/s1600-h/missouri.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161628563352227778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/R6HJ1LUej8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/DEE40TNFUOQ/s400/missouri.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#000066;">Every County Collector has his/her own way of recording the counties they have visited. I began by using a large county outline map of the entire United States, bought at The Map Store in Knoxville, Tennessee. However, after years of rolling and unrolling, marking, and coloring with felt tip pens, it disintegrated. I got another large map and had it laminated. I still use that map, although it is sometimes a bit unwieldy to carry on trips.<br /><br />My favorite way of mapping my county travels is by using individual state county outline maps such as that of Missouri, pictured above. I not only color in the county, but also jot in the date of my first visit. Such maps can be found on the internet. One good source is the U.S. Census Bureau: <a href="http://www.census.gov/geo/www/maps/stco_02.htm">http://www.census.gov/geo/www/maps/stco_02.htm</a>. The University of Texas offers the same maps but in a slightly different format: <a href="http://www.lib.utexas.edu/maps/county_outline.html">http://www.lib.utexas.edu/maps/county_outline.html</a>.<br /><br />A very attractive set of county outline maps may be found at this site – although it may take a bit of searching to locate them: <a href="http://nationalatlas.gov/printable.html">http://nationalatlas.gov/printable.html</a>.<br /><br />My wife and I actually have three sets of state maps in different three ring binders. They are labeled: Stephen's Counties, Karen's Counties, and Our Counties - our counties being those we have visited together.<br /><br />We also record our travels at a couple of online county sites, the largest being Marty O'Brien's site: <a href="http://www.mob-rule.com/counties/">http://www.mob-rule.com/counties/</a>. Carey Jensen also has a nice site where you can record your counties online: <a href="http://counties.visitedmap.com/">http://counties.visitedmap.com/</a>.<br /></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><div><span style="color:#000066;"></div></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414645088603974235-8471369895748551586?l=countycounting.blogspot.com'/></div>J. Stephen Connhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944756120065605666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414645088603974235.post-60306054785801422202008-01-28T12:16:00.000-05:002008-12-09T14:46:08.477-05:00Celebrating my 50th COUNTRY!<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/R54PMbUej6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WCTtwgMTzsk/s1600-h/Welcome+to+Belize.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160578929179660194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/R54PMbUej6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WCTtwgMTzsk/s400/Welcome+to+Belize.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> </strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong>Karen and Stephen Conn Arrive in Belize</strong></span></div><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;">In Addition to counting <em><strong>counties</strong></em> I also collect <em><strong>countries</strong></em>. T</span><span style="font-family:arial;">his past Wednesday, January 23, 2008, was a milestone in my country counting when my wife, Karen, and I visited Belize by cruise ship. Belize, once known as British Honduras, is the smallest of the seven countries of Central America. It has a population of around 295,000 and covers an area about the size of the state of Massachusetts. Belize is situated on the Caribbean Sea, bordered on the north by Mexico and on the west and south by Guatemala. It is the only Central American country where English is the official language, although Spanish and Creole are also widely spoken.</span></p><p></p><span style="font-family:arial;">Having only one day in Belize did not allow us time to see much of the country, however we did manage to take a tour of downtown Belize City and also visited the ancient Mayan ruins of Altun Ha, a portion of which is pictured below.</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160585612148772786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/R54VRbUej7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/mxi6YVsS9Sc/s400/100_1569.JPG" border="0" /> <p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;">On another website I am recording many of my travels, both inside and outside the United States. You can take a look at: <a href="http://members.virtualtourist.com/m/4b7c5/">http://members.virtualtourist.com/m/4b7c5/</a><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;"></p><div align="center"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414645088603974235-6030605478580142220?l=countycounting.blogspot.com'/></div>J. Stephen Connhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944756120065605666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414645088603974235.post-27515411543321641302008-01-18T11:30:00.000-05:002008-12-09T14:46:09.174-05:00Leading Church Denominations in Every County<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/R5DVXQft4NI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QR4YXwPFocI/s1600-h/ChurchBodies.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156856168880922834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/R5DVXQft4NI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QR4YXwPFocI/s400/ChurchBodies.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Here's a map which shows the leading church denomination in every county in the United States. I found it very interesting to study, and maybe you will too. Click the map for an enlarged view.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414645088603974235-2751541154332164130?l=countycounting.blogspot.com'/></div>J. Stephen Connhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944756120065605666noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414645088603974235.post-20361604612640084932008-01-11T20:29:00.000-05:002008-12-09T14:46:09.762-05:00FAQ: What Counts in County Counting?<span style="font-family:arial;">One of the most frequent questions I am asked from people who know I am a county counter is: <em>"What do you have to do in a county for it to count</em>?" </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">The answer is pretty simple - you just have to enter the county. Flying over it doesn't count, but if you cross a county line on the surface of the earth you can say you've been there. It doesn't matter if you are walking, on horseback, in a car, bus or train. If you or your means of transport is touching the ground in a county then it counts. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/R4gYW93ByqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/dkYW_WiuaJA/s1600-h/2933228-Upper_Falls_Holly_River_State_Park-Holly_River_State_Park.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154396556367088290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/R4gYW93ByqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/dkYW_WiuaJA/s400/2933228-Upper_Falls_Holly_River_State_Park-Holly_River_State_Park.jpg" border="0" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Suppose I step across a county line and one second later I am struck in the head by a meteorite and killed. Where will my obituary say I died? Of course, it will have died in the county I just entered. Maybe that's a bit morbid, but how can you die somewhere you've never been?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">That said, county counting, or county collecting, is a very individualistic pursuit. Everyone who does it sets their own criteria. Most of the people who follow this hobby do so for their own personal reasons. For myself, I feel no need to prove to anyone that I've been in every county. If I cheat in my counting I cheat only myself. If I actually visited only 99% of the counties and said that I had been to them all, I would find no personal satisfaction in my faked</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">accomplishment.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It's because that the pursuit is an individual one that many county collectors have different personal criteria and goals. I know of county counters who have their picture made in front of every county courthouse, others who try to mail themselves a postcard with a postmark from every county, and a few who even aspire to climb the highest point in every county. God bless them all. Each of us is doing </span><span style="font-family:arial;">it our own way and, hopefully, having fun in the process.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Personally, I try to never just cross a county line and turn around, or drive through a county on the Interstate without stopping to see anything. To do that would be missing the whole point of the pursuit. After all, I'm doing this because I want to see as much of our great country as possible and that means taking the time to do a little exploring along the way. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">My rule of thumb is to visit <strong>at least</strong> one recognizable landmark in every county I enter. It might be a historical site, a natural feature, a unique building, a state or county park or whatever I might find.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">The two pictures on this post illustrate just a couple of the thousands of interesting discoveries I've made - things I might never have seen in my entire lifetime if I were not a county counter. The top photo is the North Fork Falls of the Holly River in <strong>Holly River State Park</strong>, Webster County, West Virginia. This is a wonderful natural area, well off the beaten path. Every time I see this picture I remember the summer afternoon when I took the hike to this falls and two others in the park and was amazed at the beauty and serenity of this special place. The bottom photo is of <strong>Cherokee Square</strong> - Capitol of the Cherokee Nation in Cherokee County, Oklahoma. This was the western end of the infamous Trail of Tears, marking one of the saddest and most shameful episodes in American history. Visiting here was especially meaningful to me because I grew up in Bradley County, Tennessee, where Red Clay State Historic Site marks the beginning point of the Trail of Tears.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Every county has a story to tell - maybe even thousands of stories for those who take the time to search them out. And every time I step across a county line I feel a tinge of excitement at what I might discover.</span><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/R4gl6N3BytI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Rw8U_kGEJr4/s1600-h/3193793-Cherokee_Square_Cherokee_Nation_Tribal_Complex-Tahlequah.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154411455608638162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="301" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/R4gl6N3BytI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Rw8U_kGEJr4/s400/3193793-Cherokee_Square_Cherokee_Nation_Tribal_Complex-Tahlequah.jpg" width="400" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414645088603974235-2036160461264008493?l=countycounting.blogspot.com'/></div>J. Stephen Connhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944756120065605666noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414645088603974235.post-2061739651864665322008-01-06T16:15:00.001-05:002008-12-09T14:46:09.899-05:00Froggie's Place<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Here's an interesting website of a fellow county counter. . . </span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Froggie's Place</strong></span></div><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152475576409377426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/R4FFPN3BypI/AAAAAAAAAIs/VbMWMyGHNEU/s400/statemap.gif" border="0" /></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">In addition to his County Collection, Froggie</span> has some other neat stuff on his website that is of interest to road trippers. These include Magnolia Meanderings, Highway Heaven and Highway Photography. You can click him up on the link below and read more:</span></p><p><a href="http://www.ajfroggie.com/roads/county/counting.htm"><strong>http://www.ajfroggie.com/roads/county/counting.htm</strong></a><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414645088603974235-206173965186466532?l=countycounting.blogspot.com'/></div>J. Stephen Connhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944756120065605666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414645088603974235.post-21679196914935509852007-07-29T20:12:00.000-05:002008-12-09T14:46:10.270-05:00Discovering America County by County<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/Rq09CkZRywI/AAAAAAAAAEo/w5satWkp8Fs/s1600-h/100_7439.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092793867964631810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/Rq09CkZRywI/AAAAAAAAAEo/w5satWkp8Fs/s400/100_7439.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Editor Bruce Farrin at the Rumford Falls Times</span><br /></strong><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">I have just returned from a nine day county collecting trip in the northeast where I visited 17 new scattered counties, completing my collection of the six New England states. I finished Maine by returning to Oxford County, where my county quest actually began 12 years ago. There I had a chance meeting with Bruce Farrin, Editor of the <em>Rumford Falls Times</em>. He interviewed me, and his article appeared in the local newspaper. Here it is: </span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><br /><div align="left"><strong>DISCOVERING AMERICA COUNTY BY COUNTY</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>By Bruce Farrin</strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">RUMFORD - Particularly during the summer months, many interesting people from all over the world travel through Rumford. Last week, one of them was J. Stephen Conn of Loveland, OH. </div><br /><br /><div align="left">Twelve years ago, Conn visited nearby Bethel, marking the final state in the union he had visited. From his blog, Conn wrote about this feat. "Feeling proud and satisfied with my accomplishment, I pulled out the road atlas that night to reflect back on my travels - to all 50 of the United States. My feelings were the same I have heard other travelers speak of after reaching the end of a long-time goal - both a sense of elation and of being let down all at the same time. The list of 50 states was complete. I felt I had been everywhere in the country and there was no where new to go - at least not in America." </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">"It was then, while pouring over the atlas, I realized that although I had been in every state there were hundreds of spots on the map that I had not yet explored. That very evening I determined that I would begin my travels again - this time to visit every county. A tingle of excitement swept over me as if experiencing a new revelation. I had a fresh goal; my travels had just begun." Conn decided he would visit all the nation's counties and parishes - all 3,141 of them.</div><br /><br /><div align="left">"Over the next couple of weeks, I carefully went over the records of my past travels and memories with a county map of each state. I listed only the counties for which I had a clear recollection of having visited. I had been to 1,035 counties - less than one-third of the whole. I determined that within the next 10 years I would travel to them all, at a little more than 200 counties per year." "I thought I could do it in 10 years. It's been 12. It's quite a daunting task," he noted, adding that Oxford County brought his total to 2,563 or about 82 percent. </div><br /><br /><div align="left">Conn said he has visited every county in 14 states. "At my present rate, I figure I have a fairly reasonable chance of visiting the last county within the next five years, but not without a very concentrated effort. The counties yet to go keep getting harder to reach." Recently retired, the 62-year-old said "The best part is meeting people. I've learned to love the country."</div><br /><br /><div align="left">Conn, a freelance writer and photographer, is also a retired pastor and syndicated newspaper columnist. His writing credits include authoring five books and more than 300 articles which have appeared in a large variety of magazines and scores of newspapers.</div><br /><br /><div align="left">Conn said he doesn't compare one county against another. All counties offer something different, so he doesn't choose favorites. Of this area, he noted "There's so much to see and do here. It's beautiful. I didn't know about Muskie being from here or that you had a Paul Bunyan. There's so much to discover and learn." While in this region, Conn said he will hike a portion of the Appalachian Trail, which will make 13 of the 14 possible states he has done this. He also visited Mexico and Dixfield on this day.</div><br /><br /><div align="left">Conn said he is one of the 900,000 people listed online at virtualtourist.com. They rank people by the number of travel tips logged. Conn is 16th from the top. As for how many people have accomplished this feat, Conn said research through Google indicates that less than two dozen have visited every county/parish in the country. He has a website titled countycounting.blogspot.com, which has articles and photos of places all over the country he has visited. He said he is still working on tying history together that he has learned along his travels. </div><br /><br /><div align="left">Conn said his wife, Karen, enjoyes traveling as well, having visited 900 of the counties with him. Ultimately, Conn said he would love to visit every country in the world, but noted it would take more resources than what he has. He still has managed to set foot in 46 countries, which would be quite an accomplishment for most of the less-traveled population. </div><br /><br /><div align="left">"If I can't do that (travel the world), at least I can get to know my own country well," he noted.</div><br /><br /><div align="left"><strong>Link to the Rumford Falls Times: </strong><a href="http://www.rumfordfallstimes.com/frontstory3.shtml"><strong>http://www.rumfordfallstimes.com/frontstory3.shtml</strong></a></div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092795126390049554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/Rq0-L0ZRyxI/AAAAAAAAAEw/s1Qb80jl56c/s400/100_7434.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><strong>Rumford, Maine<br /></div></strong><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414645088603974235-2167919691493550985?l=countycounting.blogspot.com'/></div>J. Stephen Connhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944756120065605666noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414645088603974235.post-45593441697411774242007-07-10T08:58:00.000-05:002008-12-09T14:46:10.655-05:00Every WhateverI've discovered a delightful blog called <strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">"Every Whatever"</span></strong> by a young man named Dan, with a little help from friends Carey and Carolyn - people after my own heart. It so happens that Dan and I both live in the greater Cincinnati area, so we're neighbors, although we haven't met yet.<br /><br />The subtitle of Dan's blog is:<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>"Visiting all of various places. Like every street in Madeira. Or every county in Ohio. Or every subway stop in New York City. You know, stupid stuff."</strong> </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Among that "stupid stuff" are entries on riding each of the 62 bus routes in Houston, Texas or visiting every library in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Cuyhoga</span> County (Cleveland), Ohio and more. However, I wouldn't call any of those things "stupid." <strong>Sitting in front of a television set all day is stupid.</strong></span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085576883895583026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/RpOZOzqIwTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/y9BNvnwWmsw/s400/ohio24.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Dan's 24-Hour Ohio County Route<br /></div></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">In his November, 2006 entry Dan gives a rather l<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">enghty</span></span> but amazing account of how he and a couple of buddies performed the remarkable feat of visiting every one of Ohio's 88 counties in less than 24 hours. The story is fascinating, and sometimes hilarious. I wish I could have been there.</span><br /><br />Dan is a little <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">weird</span>, in a very positive sort of way. He is also a good writer. <span style="color:#000000;">If you read my blog, you'll enjoy seeing Dan's. Click it up at <a href="http://www.everywhatever.com/">http://www.everywhatever.com/</a> or <a href="http://www.everywhatever.blogspot.com/">http://www.everywhatever.blogspot.com/</a>. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414645088603974235-4559344169741177424?l=countycounting.blogspot.com'/></div>J. Stephen Connhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944756120065605666noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414645088603974235.post-41929848402628640822007-06-21T06:25:00.000-05:002008-12-09T14:46:10.833-05:00Amazing Adventures in Podunk, U.S.A.<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/Rnpgmm8UBoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/er4x24VwdZA/s1600-h/3451443-Travel_Picture-Teapot_Water_Tower_Lindstrom_Minnesota.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078477746218468994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/Rnpgmm8UBoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/er4x24VwdZA/s400/3451443-Travel_Picture-Teapot_Water_Tower_Lindstrom_Minnesota.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"> Teapot Water Tower, Lindstrom, Minnesota</span></div><p><br />I have recently returned from a 9 day road trip to meet my wife Karen in Minneapolis for a romantic weekend. She flew to Minnesota on business. Since I am recently retired and have more time than Karen, I drove out to meet her.<br /><br />Minneapolis is 714 miles from Loveland, so I should have been able to go there and back in well under 1,500 miles, with about 11 hours driving time in each direction. As a truly dedicated county collector, I added five days to the trip and more than doubled the miles necessary. The 3,092 miles I drove took me through parts of 8 states, where I collecting a total of 52 new counties in Missouri, Iowa, Minnesota, Wisconsin, North Dakota and South Dakota.</p><p></p><p>It’s amazing what you can find in small town America – and in a part of the country that some people think is nothing but corn fields. Here are just a few of the discoveries I made:</p><p></p><p>*The National Hobo Museum and Home of the National Hobo Convention in Britt, Iowa.</p><p></p><p>*The World’s Largest Ball of Twine in Darwin, Minnesota. I’ve also seen the “World’s Largest Ball of Twine” in Cawker, Kansas, but for anything this important there’s got to be at least two of them.</p><p></p><p>*The “World’s Largest Truck Stop” and Trucking Hall of Fame, Iowa 80, 10 miles west of Davenport. </p><p></p><p>*A teapot shaped water tower in Lindstrom, Minnesota, “America’s Little Sweden.”</p><p></p><p>*Lots for sale at only $1.00 each in a declining area of North Dakota, to attract new residents. </p><p></p><p>*An authentic Dutch windmill, Dutch architecture, and a "Tulip Festival" in Orange City, Iowa.*“Ice Cream Capitol of the World" in Le Mars, Iowa. </p><p><br />*Birthplace of the 4-H Club cloverleaf emblem in Clarion, Iowa. </p><p></p><p>Also I stayed in an authentic old log cabin in the Minnesota North Woods, built as part of a tourist court before the days of modern motels. I savored “world famous” chicken and dumpling soup – a Minnesota regional favorite, kissed a Blarney Stone from Ireland in Emmetsburg, Iowa, and MUCH, MUCH more. </p><p><br />Rural America is just brimming with delightful surprises for those who take time to discover them.<br /><br /><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414645088603974235-4192984840262864082?l=countycounting.blogspot.com'/></div>J. Stephen Connhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944756120065605666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414645088603974235.post-86539215574525437312007-05-30T07:27:00.000-05:002008-12-09T14:46:11.001-05:00More News about County Collector Margaret Gates<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left">Yesterday I posted an article from <em><strong>The Manhattan Mercury</strong> </em>about Margaret Gates, who had just completed her lifelong goal of visiting every county in the United States. In an email from Jessica Grant, the writer for that article, I learned that there had been an earlier piece about the same woman, when she still had 18 counties to go on her quest. Here it is: <em></em></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The USA, one county at a time</span><br />Retiree set to complete quest to visit furthest reaches of each state</strong><br />Jessica Grant <a href="mailto:jgrant@themercury.com">jgrant@themercury.com</a></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070331694718747522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/Rl1v0AUdg4I/AAAAAAAAADI/Y5s7ixmuDqM/s400/margaret%2520gates.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Margaret Gates shows maps of Nebraska and South Dakota and the handful of counties (in white) she has left to visit. Staff photo by David Mayes<br /></p></span><p><br /><br />Few know the United States the way Margaret Gates knows it. .<br /><br />The octogenarian has traveled the country for much of her life, and by the end of May, she will have been to every county in America.<br /><br />"I only have 18 counties left — nine in Nebraska and nine in South Dakota," Gates said.<br /><a href="http://www.themercury.com/Help/PlaceAd/" target="_blank"></a><br />Her travels began soon after she was born. Her father, Frank C. Gates, was a botany professor at Kansas State University and each summer, before heading to the University of Michigan to teach for two months, he would take the family on meandering three-week trips to collect specimens for the herbariams he helped keep.<br /><br />"Dad was trying to collect specimens from every county in the country," Gates explained. "My dad believed in teaching whoever he was with. All winter, David (her brother) and I would study maps and we got to help plan the trips."<br /><br />Her father had a U.S. map on which each county was delineated, and Gates still has the map, each tiny square colored in, with the year the family visited the county marked in her father's neat penmanship.<br /><br />Gates, a small, sharp woman who's spry for her 83 years, is straightforward with a sly sense of humor. She's a treasure trove of travel information but has no plans to record her stories.<br />"I don't write well," she said. "Everybody says to write my stories down, but I just like to talk. If you start asking questions, I won't stop talking."<br /><br />She says she can remember the days when people still traveled by train — her family didn't get its first automobile until 1929, so most of her early travels were by rail. She says she remembers traveling on the first highways.<br /><br />"The roads didn't have highway numbers then, just the names," Gates said, "and the only paved roads were in towns."<br /><br />As she talks about her travels, she notes that Georgia is second only to Texas in the number of counties in a state, and that Alaska doesn't have counties, just population districts .<br /><br />She says she remembers the first time she saw the word "motel."<br /><br />"People didn't travel much in those days and we were in La Jolla, Calif., when I first saw the word," she said. "My dad told me it was a contraction of the words 'motor' and 'hotel.'"<br /><br />The Gates family traveled in the days when access to public monuments was a bit more lax, and one of her fondest memories is sliding down President Lincoln's nose — at Mt. Rushmore, that is.<br /><br />"(Her family was) at the top of Mt. Rushmore — we got to go to the top when they were doing repairs on Lincoln's nose," she said. "One of the men had left his jackhammer down on the nose. He asked if I wanted to ride down the ropes with him to get it, so I did."<br /><br />Gates traveled with only the company of a string of Boston terriers, but said she was never concerned for her wellbeing.<br /><br />"I never felt unsafe," she said. "I drove a 1959 TR30 and would throw a sleeping bag down on the side of the road and sleep. People told me it wasn't safe, but I never felt that way."<br />When asked what her favorite place to visit was, she sighs.<br /><br />"Everyone asks me that," she said, "but the natural beauty of this country is our best kept secret. Every place has great spots. The Blue Ridge Mountains in Tennessee, when the rhododendrons are blooming — there's just something unearthly about that.<br /><br />"But for me, the joy of traveling is seeing the horizon," she continued. "I used to drive a convertible and loved to drive across the plains at night and tilt my head up to watch the stars."</p><p><br />In 1991, when she retired as head librarian at Manhattan Public Library, Gates decided to finish her travels. She made a solid dent in her project, visiting the corners of America in a motorhome.<br /><br />The travel project was almost completed when Gates lost her sight last summer to wet macular degeneration, a disease in which blood vessels under the eye's retina leak and cause scarring.</p><p></p><p>The bookworm says losing her sight was heartbreaking, but she's now discovered books on tape. She lives at Meadowlark Hills Retirement Community with her Boston terrier (who also happens to be blind). She still sees images out of the corners of her eyes, but said she has no plans to drive again.<br /><br />Gates will finish her trip this summer with the help of longtime friends Charlie and Alice Michaels.<br /><br />Although she has almost completed her quest, Gates said she will never feel as if her travels are finished.<br /><br />"We tend to do the things we want to, don't we?" she mused. "Everything in life is a choice and I just happened to be more adventuresome than most." </p><p></p><p><a href="http://www.themercury.com/News/article.aspx?articleId=352f3528422d4b9bb4669473417fd703">http://www.themercury.com/News/article.aspx?articleId=352f3528422d4b9bb4669473417fd703</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414645088603974235-8653921557452543731?l=countycounting.blogspot.com'/></div>J. Stephen Connhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944756120065605666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414645088603974235.post-53354173103726847302007-05-29T06:07:00.000-05:002008-12-09T14:46:11.141-05:00Manhattan, Kansas, Woman Completes Her County Quest<div align="left"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/RlwMMgUdg3I/AAAAAAAAADA/oNzy9scc83I/s1600-h/2345740-Welcome_to_Kansas-Kansas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069940689486054258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/RlwMMgUdg3I/AAAAAAAAADA/oNzy9scc83I/s400/2345740-Welcome_to_Kansas-Kansas.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong> Kansas Photo by J. Stephen Conn</strong> </span></div><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Article from </span><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">The Manhattan Mercury</span>:</em></span></p><div align="left"><em></em><br /></div><div align="left"><strong>At journey's end, with good friends</strong><br /><strong>Local woman finishes lifelong quest</strong><br />Jessica Grant <a href="mailto:jgrant@themercury.com">jgrant@themercury.com</a></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br />After 83 years and more than 3,000 counties, Margaret Gates has completed her exploration of America.</div><div align="left"><br />Her journey began with her father — former K-State Botany Professor Frank C. Gates — as he collected specimens from every county in the United States. Margaret Gates later made it her goal to finish visiting each county, a goal she achieved a couple of weeks ago in Bennett County, S.D.<br /><br />"I feel like I'm finished," Gates said. "It's like in the Caribbean when the people have sold their wares, they throw up their hand and say 'I'm finished!' That's how I feel now." When she entered the final county, her traveling companions, Charlie and Alice Michaels and Alice's sister Mary Reinke, produced noisemakers, balloons and a bottle of champagne, and played Willie Nelson's "On the Road Again."<br /><br />Gates has photos in which she is releasing those balloons, her small frame appearing to almost float away in the strong wind. Attached to the balloons was a note that read "This celebrates a lifelong quest to visit every county in every state in the USA. Bennett Co., S. Dakota, being the final one. God Bless America; The Beautiful." At the end of the note, Gates included her e-mail address, in hopes someone finds the note soon and lets her know where the balloons ended their journey.<br /><br />Although she has a tough exterior, Gates says she teared up a bit when she popped the cork off the chamgagne.<br /><br />"I'm just very satified, grateful and pleased with the people who helped me finish this trip," she said.<br /><br />Alice Michaels said she and Reinke consider Gates family, and they were glad to help her finish her journey.<br /><br />"We just had the most fun on the trip," Michaels said. "We found so many ways to enjoy it. Having finally finished this lifelong thing was overwhelming ... I think it took a little while for it to sink in. That evening, we kept saying 'We did it! We did it!' "<br /><br />As the Mercury reported earlier this spring, Gates had only 18 counties left in her quest; nine in Nebraska and nine is South Dakota.<br /><br />People often ask why she saved counties so close to Kansas for the end. In Nebraska, a group of county commissioners who'd heard of her travels asked her to attend their meeting, and asked her that question.<br /><br />"I don't think that fast on my feet, but Charlie (Michaels) answered the question for me," Gates said. "He said 'she wanted to save the best for last.'" </div><div align="left"><br />At that meeting, Gates learned about ethanol production and how it is expected to affect the state of Nebraska.<br /><br />"That's the beauty of this type of travel," she said. "The fun is to meet people and learn. You don't have that on the interstates."<br /><br />When asked what her favorite places to visit were, Gates sighs, a pained look on her face. She says she could provide many lists of the counties she's enjoyed, but that narrowing it down is tough. After a meandering (but pleasant) conversation, she did provide The Mercury with a list.</div><div align="left"><br />"It's hard to rank counties. Each is so different," Gates said. "I often think of places with great nostalgia."<br /><br />She gets a faraway look in her eyes as she speaks, the kind of look that reveals as much as it veils. Gates has countless memories of her travels — many of which she's more than willing to share — but that gaze indicates plenty of memories that she'll always keep to herself.<br /><br />She doesn't have plans set, Gates said, but she will undoubtedly do more traveling.<br /><br />"I'm just glad I was able to complete this trip," she said. "I never thought I would do it before I died."<br /><br />Her own Top 10 Riley County. "I wouldn't have lived here half of my life if I didn't love it. Living out at Tuttle Creek was a joy."<br /><br />Emmett County, Mich. "I spent my summers there as a child. It was gorgeous, but I wouldn't have wanted to live there in the winter."<br /><br />Cheboygan County, Mich. (Neighboring county of Emmett County).<br /><br />Craven County, N.C.<br /><br />Fayette County, Pa. "This is where Falling Water — Frank Lloyd Wright's famous house — is. Every inch of it is a marvel. Everyone should go there and close their eyes and marvel at how one man could envision this. When the laurel bushes and the rhododendrons are blooming it's lovely."<br /><br />Stone County, Mo. "There were only 260 people living in the County seat when I lived there."</div><div align="left"><br />Lee County, Fla., Sanibel Island.<br /><br />Suffolk County, N.Y.<br /><br />Middlesex County, Conn. "I was there in May and the trees were that new green they get right before they burst with color."<br /><br />Humboldt County, Calif. "It's backwoodsy. I loved the flora and fauna and it hasn't been spoiled like so much of the California landscape. The redwoods are so spectacular."<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.themercury.com/news/article.aspx?articleId=c589e65b95dc4b3fbeec9c21c7800e7b">http://www.themercury.com/news/article.aspx?articleId=c589e65b95dc4b3fbeec9c21c7800e7b</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414645088603974235-5335417310372684730?l=countycounting.blogspot.com'/></div>J. Stephen Connhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944756120065605666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414645088603974235.post-82398968890205155712007-03-21T08:32:00.000-05:002008-12-09T14:46:11.307-05:00Seeing ALL of America<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/RgE3Tm0RvRI/AAAAAAAAACY/EQFQ88uHgqA/s1600-h/USA+Flag.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044373867608522002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhwjSHoQ3k/RgE3Tm0RvRI/AAAAAAAAACY/EQFQ88uHgqA/s400/USA+Flag.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>I must concede that my ultimate travel fantasy would be to visit every country on earth, and I have been privileged to travel to about 45 of them. However, to get to every spot on this planet is simply beyond the means and ability of most everyone - including myself.</strong></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"><strong>If I can't see the whole world, I decided long ago that at least I would see as much of my own country as possible. In one lifetime it would be impossible to see every nook and cranny of this great land: tour every city, town and hamlet, climb every hill and mountain, float every stream, stroll through every park, follow every highway, country road and wilderness trail. There just aren't enough days in a lifetime to do it all. So I've compromised by setting out to at least visit each of the 3,141 counties in our great land. In so doing I will be able to say I know my country well, and I will have experienced more of it than most people ever do.</strong></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>My decision to visit every county was inspired, at least in part, by a chance meeting with a businessman from Malaysia who happened to sit beside me on a flight between Honolulu and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hong</span> Kong. I was on my way to Manila, Philippines, and he was returning home from six weeks in America. I asked him, "How much of our country did you see?"</strong></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"><strong>"Oh," he replied with a confident air, "I saw all of it!"</strong></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>That was amazing. I have lived in the United States not for 6 weeks but for more than 60 years, have traveled much, and do not consider that I have seen nearly all of this vast and varied land. I questioned the Malaysian brother, "All of it? Exactly what do you consider all of America to be?"</strong></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"><strong>"I spent a week each in New York, Miami, Chicago, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Las</span> Vegas, San Francisco and Seattle," he smiled. "From coast-to- coast, from top-to-bottom and in the middle - I saw all of America."</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;">.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;">"Did you ever get outside of the inner cities?"</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;">.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">"Oh yes, I saw the rural areas too. I took a bus from Vancouver to Seattle so I could see the countryside."</span></strong> </span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">.</div></span><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>I was stunned. In my opinion the six cities he had visited are an extremely limited introduction to this great country, especially if one stays in a downtown hotel and doesn't venture outside the city center, as he admitted he had done except for one short bus ride. My Malaysian friend is to be commended for seeing as much of America as he did. He has experienced much more of my country than I have of his. However, he had barely sampled a limited urban America which is almost as foreign to many who live in this country as are London, Moscow or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Hong</span> Kong. </strong></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"><strong>I wish every visitor to America could see not only our great cities, but our mid-sized cities as well, and also our small towns, rural villages, farms, forests, fields, national and state parks, and untamed wilderness areas. </strong></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>I love the United States of America. I love her for one simple reason; America is my home. I was born and reared here, as were my parents, my grand parents, and several generations before. As is true with the vast majority of people who call this American melting pot home, my ancestors came from many places: Ireland, Scotland, Germany, France, England and perhaps other countries unknown. And at least some of my forebears were native Cherokee Indians. I think of myself as an All-American hybrid.</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;">.</span></strong></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"><strong>As an All-American hybrid I am determined that in my lifetime I will see All of America - or die trying.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414645088603974235-8239896889020515571?l=countycounting.blogspot.com'/></div>J. Stephen Connhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944756120065605666noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414645088603974235.post-63926384330279745192007-02-16T07:14:00.000-05:002007-06-21T11:00:34.483-05:00Article about Alabama County Counter Robert Burckhalter<span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">The following article appeared in this morning's issue of <em>The Crimson White - Online,</em> a publication from the University of Alabama</span>. </span><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Biology instructor gives unique lessons to students<br />By Brett Bralley</strong><br /><strong>Contributing Writer<br />February 16, 2007</strong><br /><strong><br /></strong>Biology instructor Robert Burckhalter has been to all 50 states in the country and all but 78 counties. The U.S. map on the wall of his office has dark lines and curves all over it, outlining every road he's ever traveled.<br /><br />"You will never meet anyone who has seen more in the United States than me," Burckhalter said.<br /><br />Burckhalter teaches introduction-level biology courses at the University, and every summer he travels the United States studying plants and making collections. Visiting every county in the United States is a goal he set in high school, Burckhalter said.<br /><br />Burckhalter teaches Biology 116 and Biology 108, which is a class for nonmajors. He has been teaching at the University for the past four years.<br /><br />"I'm always casually dressed," he said. "And I ride a bicycle."<br /><br />Burckhalter said he has taught around 14,000 students throughout his career, and he enjoys seeing them outside of class. He said he tries to keep his classes entertaining.<br /><br />"Teaching and being around students helps me feel younger and more energized," Burckhalter said.<br /><br />All of Burckhalter's traveling and in-depth knowledge makes his classes interesting, some students said.<br /><br />Trey Velleggia, a sophomore majoring in business administration and Spanish, took Biology 108 with Burckhalter.<br /><br />"I enjoyed when he would share personal stories of his explorations and different places he has been," Velleggia said. "He's very entertaining and realistic."<br /><br />Beth Lester, a freshman with an undecided major, took Biology 116 and said she enjoyed learning Burckhalter's interesting facts that went beyond what was in the textbook.<br /><br />"He talked about 'watermelon snow,'" Lester said. "It's a type of algae that when it's on snow it tastes like watermelon. But it's toxic so you can only taste it and spit it out. How unfortunate."<br /><br />Burckhalter received his bachelor's degree at the University of Colorado and came to the University to earn his master's degree in 1985 and his Ph.D. in 1990.<br /><br />"There is incredible research going on here," Burckhalter said. "In all my traveling, Alabama has the friendliest people I have ever met."<br /><br />Writing a book is another undertaking Burckhalter has accomplished. From "St. Augustine to Bellingham" is a detailed route from St. Augustine, Fla., to Bellingham, Wash., that is completely rural and goes through no major cities. Altogether, the route has only 201 traffic lights. It ends at the Alaska Ferry Terminal in Bellingham Bay.<br /><br />The book has been published by the UA Cartographic Laboratory, but Burckhalter would like to find another publisher, renaming the book "The Most Rural Route Across America," he said. The new version would also contain more photos and narrations, he said.<br /><br />Burckhalter said his draw toward plant biology stemmed from his travels. "I was traveling and I saw plants and I wondered if I could eat those things if I had to," he said. "I started to learn on my own.<br /><br />"The more I learn the more I realize how little I really know. It scares the heck out of me," he said.<br /><br />Here is the link to <span style="color:#cc0000;">The Crimson White - Online</span>: <a href="http://www.cw.ua.edu/vnews/display.v/ART/2007/02/16/45d563385380f">http://www.cw.ua.edu/vnews/display.v/ART/2007/02/16/45d563385380f</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414645088603974235-6392638433027974519?l=countycounting.blogspot.com'/></div>J. Stephen Connhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944756120065605666noreply@blogger.com1