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Since 1978

Kathy Noltze, President

Bournemouth

Bristol & Cardiff

Cologne

Flanders

Folkestone

Holmfirth

Italy

Krakow

Oxford 

Payson

Portsmouth

Scotland

Weston-super-Mare

Wupatki

 

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Everyone has opinions.

Mine are the correct ones.

 

Noltze@PropertyPurveyor.com

 

     

 

 

 

Sometimes I feel like a nut.

 

 

Books by author Kathy Noltze:

 

Ulao

 

 

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Kathy Noltze's

Portals to Europe

 

Folkestone and

 Bits of Britain

 

Flanders:

Bits of Belgium

 

 

Bournemouth photos

Cologne photos

Good King Wenceslas

Krakow photos

Montezuma Castle

Reclaimed info

Warsaw photos

 

 

$28K

Two +/- densely wooded acres in Wisconsin's Northwoods. Bounded by residences on acreage, zoned commercial on primary road. Paved. Rural character, walk to Conover amenities. Electricity to lot line. Pound or drill well, put in septic. Taxes: $164.18. (Yes, the whole year.)

Tax parcel #8-817

Email questions:

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Last of the Summer Wine country photos by

 Kathy Noltze.

 

Clifton Suspension Bridge

Read here.

 

See Portsmouth page.

Portchester Castle

 

Scotland

Cliff walk at Dunbar

It's just steps to the beach.

 

©RJH

 

 

Salvaging what the elk did not get...

 

Raised bed gardening...

is how I plant in Arizona; it's surrounded by a fence to keep out big critters like elk and javelina. Water is supplied by nature.

 

Clean cool air in the high country

 

On August 1, 1978 I worked alone, opening an office in a neighborhood shopping center way out on Bell Road when Bell Road was still way out. The Tyson gang was terrorizing rural Arizona; the travel industry was going though deregulation; most agencies were not yet automated and this was before the internet was invented. I had managed travel agencies for other people and decided to manage one for myself. In the 39 years since then, Magnum Travel Inc. has morphed from a travel agency to an asset management company, investing our profits into real estate and other ventures. We still travel and we still have the same board of directors.

Since 1978

 

Raking the ruts...

This is a task we thought we had completed four summers ago, but the recent monsoon was bigger than usual. The log bench at the left of the photo began its life as a limb of the tree behind it.

 

 

It had not rained in the high country for many months. Then, on the day we installed rain barrels, it rained.

 

The elk were especially interested in the apple tree.

 

 

I put on a t-shirt that I bought in 1990 to commemorate a

record-breaking day. It was the first time they closed Sky Harbor

Airport due to weather. Pilots didn't know what to do at 122. 

 

On the brim of the Rim...

It's a good thing he had a headwind; with

a tailwind he would have been swept over.

 

 

 

Wisconsin has many places designated after John Muir, who grew up in Wisconsin.

His family brought him to the state from Dunbar, Scotland, where he was born. The

picture above is part of John Muir Walk along the coast where it originates in Dunbar.

I photographed it on a delightful windy day. Always an advocate of preserving nature's

landscape, Muir went on to establish many of our national parks and is indeed credited

with creating the entire system, including our own Grand Canyon National Park.

 

Last rays of sun for the day fall on the Zane Grey Museum in Payson, Arizona.

 

It had not rained for months until I put up a rain gauge.

 

Cheater Chain Gate

Elk decided to have a turn at my apricot tree, knocking much unripe fruit to the ground but not eating them. We built a fence around the tree to impede their progress. We built a gate into it so that we'd have access. Cheater chains had languished in the attic since my college days in Wisconsin. We finally had a use for them.

 

Not quite ripe, but the elk didn't get them yet

 

I am currently reading C. J. Box's latest novel

which just came out this week. It is a departure

from his Joe Pickett books which I love. You learn

a lot about Wyoming topography and culture from

his novels and those of Craig Johnson.

—Kathy Noltze, August 1, 2017

 

Last year, my apricots were green one week and gone the next. I don't want to falsely accuse

anyone of theft, but there was clear evidence a herd of elk had been through my yard.

The Mogollon Rim is visible on the horizon.

 

A veterans memorial was on the itinerary. Even though it was not the traditional days set aside

by our government to remember veterans, I am thankful for all the people who fought

 to give me the life I have. Every day is  a good day to be thankful.

 

File photo ©Noltze

Tonto Fish Hatchery was evacuated during the recent wildfires.

To where does one evacuate fish? 7800 trout to Willow Springs Lake,

of course, and 7080 trout to Woods Canyon Lake. I know a good

fishing hole or two.

  

This one waited to see if that big guy had anything for him.

 

Down the road from my house is a road sign announcing an elk crossing area.

 However, they cross through my property because apparently they can't read.

 

Woods Canyon Lake

 

This is the view he had while standing on the white rock on the brim.

 

Payson, Arizona is at the geographic center of the state, towards the eastern end of the Mogollon Rim. It is at a higher elevation than the Valley, therefore cooler but not as high or as cool as Flagstaff. The Town provides a lot of recreational opportunities to the residents. My favorite is watching the ducks and the people fishing at Green Valley Lake.

 

 

Mogollon Rim

Locals pronounce it muggy-on and everyone else calls it whatever is trending on Wikipedia.

It's a geographical feature of Arizona that's about 200 miles long; this is near the east end.

 You might have crossed the western portion if you ever drove from Flagstaff to the Valley.

 

This Blue Heron has a nest at Green Valley Park lakes.

It's a good place to raise off-spring.

 

©RJH

Kathy Noltze en route to Weston-super-Mare via Hayes & Harlington

 

Along the trail in Christ Church Meadows

 

Kathy Noltze's been to Oxford (on the train).

I returned from a fun-filled week in Oxford,

where just walking across the grounds of

Christ Church College raised my IQ by 2 points.

 

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March in such a way that

others will wish to join us.

       –-Hubert H. Humphrey

You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong.

Abraham Lincoln

Numbering your possessions

invites fate to take them away.

Full Circle

My great grandparents rode horses but were afraid to take the train. My grandparents took the train but were afraid to drive. My parents drove but were afraid to fly. I fly but I'm afraid to ride a horse.

He is not happy who does not

think himself so. Roman Wisdom

A civilization flourishes when people plant trees under whose shade they will never sit.

                                          Unknown

...I learned this... that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.

Henry David Thoreau

But dost thou love Life, then do not squander Time, for that's the Stuff Life is made of.

Benjamin Franklin

The Sky is the daily bread of the eyes.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

A large red drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone.

John Steinbeck

The soul awakes...between two dim eternitiesthe eternal past,

the eternal future.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

Nature Calls:

Ducks the Issue.

Kathy Noltze's photographs of

not-so-wild life on canals and

riversof northern England

 

Bournemouth photos

Cologne photos

Good King Wenceslas info

Krakow photos

Reclaimed info

Warsaw photos

Signs of the times:

Gargoyle on York Minster appears baffled; maybe he's trying to decipher signs.

 

♫♪Yellow Ribbon

I made a wrong turn when I departed the train station and found myself on a lonely street in Bad Godesberg, Germany. Godesburg ruins (notice spelling difference) was my aim but here I was in an isolated residential area. Suddenly I heard music, an American song, and I followed my ears, which ended up at a bandstand between a lively duck pond and a terrace of tea-drinkers who were startled to see me pop through the hedge. An orchestra on the bandstand played "...tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree..."

     Such are the memories that a song or smell evokes. The boss of the dials at our house had dialed a mellow-listening station and I was transported across time and distance.

Skuhrov, Czech Republic

Genealogy studies found me in  Czech Republic a few years

ago digging up Bohemian ancestors. This church in what was formerly Rathsdorf has a monument in its cemetery to residents who were killed in WWI; on the monument are inscribed the names of several Doubrawas and lots of Zimprichs, names familiar to many people in Wisconsin. Skuhrov/Rathsdorf can be  reached by train from Prague to Ceska Trebova and then about 7 miles by local bus.

 

Desert living isn't for the faint of heart.

 

       
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