So after coming back home and finally having the net again the lappie decided to really start pitching fits. It's had a few issues over the past 3-4 months and has taken to crashing over the last month. Now it is crashing multiple times per day while grinding and groaning and generally sounding like it might just blow up.
Joy.
If it was just the hard drive that was the problem I'm told this can be replaced. The bigger issue is the pin in the computer where the adapter cord attaches. I thought at first that the cord was done in and so replaced it but it's the pin at issue. That combined with the HD means I need to be getting a replacement.
Bum.
So out comes the credit card and file saving fun.
And Vista.
(If the geek lived closer I'd so be using him for his big brain...)
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Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Into the Valley: Day Two
Finally another trip post....
Today we decided to be smart and ask the ranger at the park entrance as to whether or not the ski area was open today. They talked to their people and relayed back to us that we were good to go. In we drove, chained up again and headed for the pass.
You can guess what happened.
Another road closed sign awaited us. At this point we were all a bit frustrated as we'd made a point of asking before the long drive up and yet again no one seemed to give us a straight answer. Once again we headed into the Valley to spend the day there. We had been told that we could rent snow shoes and cross country skis at the ice rink at Curry Village so we headed there. It was closed when we arrived so a wander over to the mountaineering shop was called for. I purchased some gaiters, as my ankles had gotten damp at Happy Isles the day before, and then back to the rink we went.
Still closed.
It seems that there had been some sort of breakdown in communication between the different people at Yosemite as the rink rentals didn't open until 3:30 pm. We were told that it would open early as the ski area was closed but instead... 3:30 pm. *sigh* There wasn't really anyone to blame but I sure did wish one hand would talk to the other!
Mirror Lake
The day was beautiful and we wander well together. Dawdling abounds when we are out because oohing and aahing, along with photo taking, is required. We also had to stop and read every single informational sign board along the trail. We never did run into our travel companions on the trail. There was one route in and out and yet we managed to miss one another. I figure GH and I were too busy looking at snow, water and rocks to notice other people.
Eventually we wandered back to the truck and into the village. We had a snack, picked up some food for dinner and finally bumped into our other three. We told them what we'd been up to, what our dinner plans were and that we'd see them back at the hotel.
They beat us back as another photo op presented itself. We did a meadow drive by, to see if we could catch the fire on the mountain again, but the clouds had moved in so the views were not that great. On our drive back my eye was caught by the mists rising in another meadow and we stopped to watch the sunset there. It was stunning too.
Yosemite Chapel at Dusk
Today we decided to be smart and ask the ranger at the park entrance as to whether or not the ski area was open today. They talked to their people and relayed back to us that we were good to go. In we drove, chained up again and headed for the pass.
You can guess what happened.
Another road closed sign awaited us. At this point we were all a bit frustrated as we'd made a point of asking before the long drive up and yet again no one seemed to give us a straight answer. Once again we headed into the Valley to spend the day there. We had been told that we could rent snow shoes and cross country skis at the ice rink at Curry Village so we headed there. It was closed when we arrived so a wander over to the mountaineering shop was called for. I purchased some gaiters, as my ankles had gotten damp at Happy Isles the day before, and then back to the rink we went.
Still closed.
It seems that there had been some sort of breakdown in communication between the different people at Yosemite as the rink rentals didn't open until 3:30 pm. We were told that it would open early as the ski area was closed but instead... 3:30 pm. *sigh* There wasn't really anyone to blame but I sure did wish one hand would talk to the other!
GH and I finally decided to hike/trudge out to Mirror Lake. Actually the five of us had decided to go but we had our own communication breakdown and the other three we were traveling with failed to mention that they were going to catch the next shuttle bus that went by. The bus showed up, they got on and GH and I were left staring at each other wondering what the heck had just happened. We shrugged, packed our packs and decided to walk over to the trail.
Mirror LakeThe day was beautiful and we wander well together. Dawdling abounds when we are out because oohing and aahing, along with photo taking, is required. We also had to stop and read every single informational sign board along the trail. We never did run into our travel companions on the trail. There was one route in and out and yet we managed to miss one another. I figure GH and I were too busy looking at snow, water and rocks to notice other people.
Eventually we wandered back to the truck and into the village. We had a snack, picked up some food for dinner and finally bumped into our other three. We told them what we'd been up to, what our dinner plans were and that we'd see them back at the hotel.
They beat us back as another photo op presented itself. We did a meadow drive by, to see if we could catch the fire on the mountain again, but the clouds had moved in so the views were not that great. On our drive back my eye was caught by the mists rising in another meadow and we stopped to watch the sunset there. It was stunning too.
Yosemite Chapel at DuskWhen we finally arrived at the hotel we changed our room reservation since our skiing plans had fallen through (we'd finally been informed that our 4 day ski package was canceled), picked up some beer at the shop and went to make our supper.
It wasn't the day we'd planned but again fun was had.
It wasn't the day we'd planned but again fun was had.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Shy or Quiet?
Good bye 2007...
I wasn't trying to tease. I just needed to collect my thoughts.
Honest.
*wink*
Now I'm seated in my blogging chair, wearing my Christmas pj's, sipping a steamed milk and ready to place words on the screen.
I laid awake until 4 am. By 3 I was pretty frustrated so I made myself a cup of decaf tea and pulled out my journal (black leather with gold edged pages. Lovely). I spent some time jotting down my thoughts as they came; a mish mash with no rhyme or reason.
So....
I'd been thinking a lot this month about what a weird sort of year this has been. There's no defining moment or occurrence that made it so but there were many bits and pieces that culminated in the oddness. I have found the last year uncomfortable and perplexing; very round peg in a square hole. I spent a lot of time on edge; irritable ans snappy. I cried more this year than I have since I was an angst filled teen. A sense of frustration tinged many days and nights. I tend to deal in thought and word before feeling but have been making serious attempts to feel over the past couple of years. One friend really pushed me in this area and for that, angst and all, I thank them. My brain may still kick in first but I am willing to take a poke at feelings too. This year involved a lot of feeling and it wasn't until this month that I was even able to begin formulating the ideas and words to try and describe what I was feeling for myself never mind anyone else. This has resulted in a rough year for me and, possibly, those around me.
Looking back I'd say this was a year of redefining. Blog me is probably closer to the real me than the way I've been living and how I would have typically described myself. Now I am asking myself how do I change myself in the midst of everyday life? People have certain expectations of how you are and who you are which they develop through the time you spend together and now that I've changed I need to begin communicating this to my friends and family. It's scary stuff because there is a possibility of people not liking this newer me.
As I think about the year I see how I pulled myself out of my interacting with friends quite a bit. I believe it was due to the tension of trying to figure out what (who) was and what (who) is. I did a lot on my own (not that abnormal but it increased this year) and often chose to stay home when offered evenings with groups of people. I also did things like joining the running malarkey which, until I blogged about it, I hadn't told any of my everyday friends I was doing it. Other than New York my travel this year was either to friends I don't see often enough for them to know exactly what I've been like or with a stranger who didn't know what to expect.
With long time friends I found myself tentative especially in group situations. When I have been with new people I have found a weird sort of confidence (weird because it hasn't always been the norm). With the friends I have been quiet and reserved. With the new people I've been chatty, funny, sarcastic, opinionated, curious and, maybe, even a little smart seeming.
As of Saturday night I have realized I can't really identify myself as a shy person anymore. I am quiet. I will always have moments when I feel shy and awkward but I have to say I am more a person who is quiet and likes to take in her surroundings and get a sense of people and who then can blab your ear off. Saturday night I went to two parties and was the last to leave at both (I help clean up too!). I knew the hosts and that was it. Tonight I am off to another and again I will know two of the people there. It feels interesting to think differently about myself and it's quite the change.
(In my head I'm making sense though it isn't translating quite like I would like it too...)
I wasn't trying to tease. I just needed to collect my thoughts.Honest.
*wink*
Now I'm seated in my blogging chair, wearing my Christmas pj's, sipping a steamed milk and ready to place words on the screen.
I laid awake until 4 am. By 3 I was pretty frustrated so I made myself a cup of decaf tea and pulled out my journal (black leather with gold edged pages. Lovely). I spent some time jotting down my thoughts as they came; a mish mash with no rhyme or reason.
So....
I'd been thinking a lot this month about what a weird sort of year this has been. There's no defining moment or occurrence that made it so but there were many bits and pieces that culminated in the oddness. I have found the last year uncomfortable and perplexing; very round peg in a square hole. I spent a lot of time on edge; irritable ans snappy. I cried more this year than I have since I was an angst filled teen. A sense of frustration tinged many days and nights. I tend to deal in thought and word before feeling but have been making serious attempts to feel over the past couple of years. One friend really pushed me in this area and for that, angst and all, I thank them. My brain may still kick in first but I am willing to take a poke at feelings too. This year involved a lot of feeling and it wasn't until this month that I was even able to begin formulating the ideas and words to try and describe what I was feeling for myself never mind anyone else. This has resulted in a rough year for me and, possibly, those around me.
Looking back I'd say this was a year of redefining. Blog me is probably closer to the real me than the way I've been living and how I would have typically described myself. Now I am asking myself how do I change myself in the midst of everyday life? People have certain expectations of how you are and who you are which they develop through the time you spend together and now that I've changed I need to begin communicating this to my friends and family. It's scary stuff because there is a possibility of people not liking this newer me.
As I think about the year I see how I pulled myself out of my interacting with friends quite a bit. I believe it was due to the tension of trying to figure out what (who) was and what (who) is. I did a lot on my own (not that abnormal but it increased this year) and often chose to stay home when offered evenings with groups of people. I also did things like joining the running malarkey which, until I blogged about it, I hadn't told any of my everyday friends I was doing it. Other than New York my travel this year was either to friends I don't see often enough for them to know exactly what I've been like or with a stranger who didn't know what to expect.
With long time friends I found myself tentative especially in group situations. When I have been with new people I have found a weird sort of confidence (weird because it hasn't always been the norm). With the friends I have been quiet and reserved. With the new people I've been chatty, funny, sarcastic, opinionated, curious and, maybe, even a little smart seeming.
As of Saturday night I have realized I can't really identify myself as a shy person anymore. I am quiet. I will always have moments when I feel shy and awkward but I have to say I am more a person who is quiet and likes to take in her surroundings and get a sense of people and who then can blab your ear off. Saturday night I went to two parties and was the last to leave at both (I help clean up too!). I knew the hosts and that was it. Tonight I am off to another and again I will know two of the people there. It feels interesting to think differently about myself and it's quite the change.
(In my head I'm making sense though it isn't translating quite like I would like it too...)
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Trip Tales VIII
You see the music. Now imagine hearing the music. Can you heard it? How about at 1:45 am? As someone is bashing away, quite well I might add, on the lobby grand piano? Pleasant thought isn't it?
It woke me from a deep sleep and I took a few moments to figure out what the hell was going on. I laid there and kept thinking "What the hell? Who the hell? Argh!". I then hear from the other bed "What.......the fuck". I burst out in giggles, we had a moment of commiseration and thoughts of someone's death and then I finally threw back the covers, grabbed my room key and marched out to the lobby in my pj's. I was irritated enough that I planned on giving the person what for, politely of course, but once I noticed the man standing by the fireplace, with his arms folded, glaring at me as he watched over the female piano player I stopped in my tracks. One person I could deal with but a scary man was just too much. I scuttled back to the room, had a panicky blab moment and then headed back out to at least stare the man down. By the time I arrived in the doorway he was helping the crazy piano lady walk across the lobby. Something wasn't right about the way she was moving and when she began to toss her head and flail her arms? I was more than thankful that I had not confronted her. Once more I scuttled.
I crawled back into bed where I had to relax after the adrenaline rush and probably went back to sleep at 2:30 or so. Some one upstairs decided to wake us at 3:00 am with their pacing.
Argh!
And at 6:30 am?
*knock* *clang* *rattle* *bang*
*Sigh*
At least today we knew it was just the boiler and radiator warming up. We finally got up and dressed then headed down to the diner for a tasty breakfast; french toast for me, pancakes, bacon and hash browns for him. Satisfied once more it was time to pack. I was done quickly and squeezed in the last few chapters of Uncle Mike's Guide to the Real Oregon Coast, a must read if you plan on traveling there.
Once the vehicles were packed we checked out, had a final wander about and then set off. We drove on through to Grant's Pass where we'd decided to stop for lunch, our last meal together. As soon as we'd parked we set off in search of a place to eat. After roaming the streets for a bit we came upon the Chamber of Commerce. We decided to make use of their offer of information and went in. There we met Louise who most definitely needs a job that gives her more time with people. She was on us, very friendly like, as soon as we were in the door and she never stopped talking or following us about the small room. Maybe they could get her a chamber mascot?
We ended up eating at one of her recommendations: The Ethereal Cafe. After very tasty sandwiches we began our walk back to the vehicles. Once there we swapped back CD's and traded snacks before hugging and saying our goodbye.
*verklempt*
I headed of north as he went south. It was a little strange to be going it alone after caravaning for the week.
11 hours and one Duck traffic jam later I was home.
Thanks for inviting me along on your vacation. It was rather spur of the moment on both our parts but worth it for the friend I now have.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Trip Tales VII (b)
We spent our afternoon relaxing in the room and the lobby. We played uno, stared out the lobby windows and lazed on our beds reading. At one point he decided to take a photo out our room window but realized the screen was not helping his endeavor so he tried to move it...and broke the hotel. The screen was supposed to tilt out on a chain but mostly it went crooked and then would not fit back into the frame no matter how much we yanked it. Oops.
It was finally time for dinner so once more on went the silver shoes. Tonight we got a window seat and were able to watch the sunset as he ate steak and I had halibut. It was another good meal but we were smarter tonight and asked for our chocolate, chocolate thunder cake to go.
Bellies full we took out cake to the room, grabbed our books, journals and postcards and went to curl up on the couch in front of the lobby fireplace. Tonight, due to the rain during the day, they had a fire burning and it was oh so cozy. The don't light a fire unless the roof has been soaked by sprinklers or rain and we were lucky that the rain had come. The Chateau was being re roofed and therefore the sprinklers were not working.
photo by Jess Stryker, Historic-Hotels-Lodges.comAbout 10 pm we decided it was time for cake at which point he went to ask Leo, the friendly desk clerk, if he wouldn't mind getting us some tea to have along with our treat. He said "No problem" and was back moments later with two pots, two mugs and a selection of teas; now that's service. I didn't have to move an inch. My traveling companion brought me my cake and prepared me my tea and I felt spoiled. I said as much to which he replied with an evil grin "I'm just upping your expectations for the guy". He's cheeky like that!
Very happy dessert noises were made along with a few threatening fork almost-jabs as people tried to wander between cake pieces (we were sharing a box). We read a bit more before he went to the room to get our bottle of Berry cider (very good!) and some glasses. We sipped our drinks while taking glances at a couple who were playing some sort of poker game at one of the tables. He suddenly put down his book, stood up and said "I'm just going to go over there and make friends. I want to know how to play!" and off walked Mister Shy to introduce himself. The next thing I knew we were playing cards and chatting with Portlander's.
After quite a few rounds we said our good nights and headed to our beds. Safely tucked in we read for a bit then turned out the light and spent the next half and our talking and giggling in the dark. I knew that he was pretty much gone when the only response I'd get from the other bed was something along the lines of "mumble, mumble, mumble".
Away to dream land at midnight....
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Trip Tales VII (a)
It will all be over soon. I promise...
Those are not pleasant noises at 6:30 in the morning when one is on vacation. I make no claims as to being a morning person and when I get woken by noises like that I get a bit nutty in the head. I laid in bed thinking evil thoughts about the person making the noise and then I heard a big hrumpf from the other bed as I saw him get up and take a look about. Nothing could be seen or figured out and we managed another touch of sleep before getting up for the day.
After spending a few moments being very thankful not to be in the tents (Rain, lots of rain...) we then munched on some Clif bars. We'd decided the night before to skip a full breakfast and have a energy bar so that we could eat at the Chateau's 1930's style diner/coffee shop; home cooked burgers and fries sounded kind of tasty after a wander beneath the earth's surface. Snack finished we walked over to the chalet to book our tour of the Oregon Caves.
Our Ranger showed up as we waited in the breezeway and then gave us our info/pep talk before teaching us how to cave walk. There were going to be some narrow, low places that we'd be going through and instead of hunching or crawling they teach you to squat, put your hands on your knees to support you upper body and then step/shuffle. It looks ridiculous but it saves your back a lot of strain.
The tour generally lasts about 90 minutes but because our group was small he kept us under for 2 hours; it felt like moments. We learned about the damage that has happened over the years, about different geological activities that can be tracked in the rocks and about the cool cave things in general. He also mentioned that there was a big cave cleaning group coming in over the weekend to do a tidy up. Apparently the cave is like a belly button and gathers a lot of lint off of the visitors; over two pounds a year!
At one point before heading down a low ceiling passage our Ranger gave us all a warning to watch our heads. He stared right at me as he did this. I guess he noticed that I was the only other person at his level and decided I needed the biggest heads up. Or down as it may be.
There was so much to see; different nooks cried out for exploration, glowing things wanted to be stared at, knobby things wanted to be touched. (okay, that sounds bad! I mean the knobby rocks...) The 500 plus stairs were nothing because our eyes were so occupied.
When we finally emerged we thanked our Ranger, snuck a picture of him and then decided to take the long way back to the Chateau. We walked up the cliff in the drizzle and tried to admire the mountains through the clouds. Even though it was wet it was still pretty and enjoyable. It had obviously been pretty chilly over night as we saw evidence of snow on the ground (September 28th).
Back at the Chateau we showered and changed before heading down to the diner. My chicken burger was so very good and I bet he'd say the same for the beef. Everything is made fresh daily, even the fries are cut then and there, and you could very much taste it in the food. After much silence, broken only by our satisfied murmurs, we finished up and decided to take another walk so we could squeeze in a diner dessert later on.
On the No Name walk we wended our way through the forest passing a burned patch, a couple of waterfalls and a newly built covered bridge. After approaching the Chateau from the ravine side (rear) we headed back to the coffee shop for an ice cream treat. We finally decided to get a scoop each with a topping because we knew we'd also be having desert at dinner. As our very friendly waitress was prepping our treats she asked if we wanted the full sundae topping to which we both looked at each other, shrugged and said a big "Yes please!". So much for our small treat! When she presented us with our bill she leaned in and said "Since it was my suggestion I only charged you for the scoops". Now that's service.
(tis 2am...must go to sleep...)
*knock* *clang* *rattle* *bang*
Those are not pleasant noises at 6:30 in the morning when one is on vacation. I make no claims as to being a morning person and when I get woken by noises like that I get a bit nutty in the head. I laid in bed thinking evil thoughts about the person making the noise and then I heard a big hrumpf from the other bed as I saw him get up and take a look about. Nothing could be seen or figured out and we managed another touch of sleep before getting up for the day.
After spending a few moments being very thankful not to be in the tents (Rain, lots of rain...) we then munched on some Clif bars. We'd decided the night before to skip a full breakfast and have a energy bar so that we could eat at the Chateau's 1930's style diner/coffee shop; home cooked burgers and fries sounded kind of tasty after a wander beneath the earth's surface. Snack finished we walked over to the chalet to book our tour of the Oregon Caves.
Our Ranger showed up as we waited in the breezeway and then gave us our info/pep talk before teaching us how to cave walk. There were going to be some narrow, low places that we'd be going through and instead of hunching or crawling they teach you to squat, put your hands on your knees to support you upper body and then step/shuffle. It looks ridiculous but it saves your back a lot of strain.
The tour generally lasts about 90 minutes but because our group was small he kept us under for 2 hours; it felt like moments. We learned about the damage that has happened over the years, about different geological activities that can be tracked in the rocks and about the cool cave things in general. He also mentioned that there was a big cave cleaning group coming in over the weekend to do a tidy up. Apparently the cave is like a belly button and gathers a lot of lint off of the visitors; over two pounds a year!
At one point before heading down a low ceiling passage our Ranger gave us all a warning to watch our heads. He stared right at me as he did this. I guess he noticed that I was the only other person at his level and decided I needed the biggest heads up. Or down as it may be.
There was so much to see; different nooks cried out for exploration, glowing things wanted to be stared at, knobby things wanted to be touched. (okay, that sounds bad! I mean the knobby rocks...) The 500 plus stairs were nothing because our eyes were so occupied.
When we finally emerged we thanked our Ranger, snuck a picture of him and then decided to take the long way back to the Chateau. We walked up the cliff in the drizzle and tried to admire the mountains through the clouds. Even though it was wet it was still pretty and enjoyable. It had obviously been pretty chilly over night as we saw evidence of snow on the ground (September 28th).
Back at the Chateau we showered and changed before heading down to the diner. My chicken burger was so very good and I bet he'd say the same for the beef. Everything is made fresh daily, even the fries are cut then and there, and you could very much taste it in the food. After much silence, broken only by our satisfied murmurs, we finished up and decided to take another walk so we could squeeze in a diner dessert later on.
On the No Name walk we wended our way through the forest passing a burned patch, a couple of waterfalls and a newly built covered bridge. After approaching the Chateau from the ravine side (rear) we headed back to the coffee shop for an ice cream treat. We finally decided to get a scoop each with a topping because we knew we'd also be having desert at dinner. As our very friendly waitress was prepping our treats she asked if we wanted the full sundae topping to which we both looked at each other, shrugged and said a big "Yes please!". So much for our small treat! When she presented us with our bill she leaned in and said "Since it was my suggestion I only charged you for the scoops". Now that's service.
photo by reesie
(tis 2am...must go to sleep...)
Monday, October 15, 2007
Trip Tales VI (b)
The way the Chateau is nestled into the surrounding environs is a beautiful thing to see. He'd seen this Great Lodge on a PBS special and had added it to his life to do list and that was a good thing for me as well or I may never have come across it.
We parked our vehicles and went in to check in. The lobby is a muted, dim colour but all the full windows set about the spacious room let in so much natural light that it all worked. They have chairs and tables that just call out to you to sit in and stare out into the trees and a big stone fireplace to curl up in front of with a good book.
We got our room and keys from a very chatty and friendly front desk clerk who just exemplified how all the staff would be while we were there. They were so kind and gave the place a very homey feel. We went back to the cars for our stuff, found our room and went inside. The furniture is all mostly original and the walls were a weird sort of nicotine stain colour which was apparently the height of wall fashion back in the day. The walls are made of fibre board which had just recently come into production when the Chateau was originally built. It's not overly pretty but it did add to the ambiance.
Dinner reservations were made (you had to book to eat in the only restaurant around for 20 miles), then showers were had to clean off the camp grime and finally the "nice" clothes were put on. The dress code was much more casual than I had suspected it would be so the skirt stayed in the bag but the shiny shoes and earring made an appearance.
Specially bought so I didn't tower...*
When we went down to the restaurant the gift shop girl sat us in the corner because it was dim and romantic by the creek (yes there's a creek running through the dining room). We giggled. The waitress came over, complimented my shoes, took our drink order and made a comment on romance. We giggled again and proceeded to talk about something gross if I remember correctly. I had some rather tasty salmon while he ate some not totally recommended bison loaf before we squeezed in dessert. We'd booked in the Chateau on a package which had included our dinner for both nights (drink, appy or two desserts, two entrees, bread and tea or coffee) and even though we were pretty full we didn't want to pass on the tray of cakes. Caramel apple pie and lemon drop cheesecake were slowly consumed with sips of tea.
We pretty much waddled back to our room, got in our pj's and had some Ace apple honey cider while reading in our beds where sleep soon beckoned.
*at home in my pj's and the shiny lovelies :)
We parked our vehicles and went in to check in. The lobby is a muted, dim colour but all the full windows set about the spacious room let in so much natural light that it all worked. They have chairs and tables that just call out to you to sit in and stare out into the trees and a big stone fireplace to curl up in front of with a good book.
We got our room and keys from a very chatty and friendly front desk clerk who just exemplified how all the staff would be while we were there. They were so kind and gave the place a very homey feel. We went back to the cars for our stuff, found our room and went inside. The furniture is all mostly original and the walls were a weird sort of nicotine stain colour which was apparently the height of wall fashion back in the day. The walls are made of fibre board which had just recently come into production when the Chateau was originally built. It's not overly pretty but it did add to the ambiance.
Dinner reservations were made (you had to book to eat in the only restaurant around for 20 miles), then showers were had to clean off the camp grime and finally the "nice" clothes were put on. The dress code was much more casual than I had suspected it would be so the skirt stayed in the bag but the shiny shoes and earring made an appearance.
Specially bought so I didn't tower...*We pretty much waddled back to our room, got in our pj's and had some Ace apple honey cider while reading in our beds where sleep soon beckoned.
*at home in my pj's and the shiny lovelies :)
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Trip Tales VI (a)
I really should go back to the old blog name...
After another wriggle and squirm dressing time, where I found my hot water bottle tuck at my feet and still warm-ish, I once again packed up my stuff. The dad trained the sis and I to pack before eating if we were moving along that day and it has stuck with me ever since. The only concession I sometimes make is to eat breakfast (oatmeal and hot chocolate) before moving onto the tent. This particular campground had showers but as it was still a tad chilly I once again passed (such a dirty girl! Didn't smell though) as I knew there'd be a full bath later on in the day; one where I wouldn't have to worry about getting saturated in smoke again.
Once we'd loaded up the vehicles we went to peak at the cabins that were available to rent. We'd been sorely temped the previous night as we'd read about the heater inside but, being tough, we sucked it up and snuggled into the tents. The cabin's were on the only sites with a sea view and contained a set of bunk beds and one queen. I think they'd be quite cozy especially in the winter months when people are apparently still camping. I have slept in a tent when it was 15 below and even though it was a good experience I don't know that I would go out of my way for it again. We then walked down to the bluff where we sat and stared at the sea. back at the site some frisbee was played and let me tell you I was terrible. My first comment was that I would try not to hit the RV way over there....hit it. Then I mentioned that I didn't want to dig in the bushes again (first night at Perpetua I'd lobbed the disc into the bush...right by the poison oak. Whee. ) and of course I had to. I throw like a stereotypical girl and I hate it.
Off to the lighthouse once more where we were again greeted by some older volunteers. The gentleman was quite intrigued as to why we were traveling in tandem (met in the middle-ish) and then raved on about how Vancouver and the Island are two of his most favourite places in the world: how could I not like him! After a quick snoop in the gift shop we paid out fee and went on the tour. He wowed the woman in charge, and the other tourists, by answering her question as to the size of the bulb in the light (1000 watts...geek!). she sent us upstairs to see her husband, the stand in keeper of the light. He quite suited his part what with his beard, robust shape and a woolen captain's hat perched on his head. More pictures were snapped before heading off once more.
Today? Today I made it to my third state of the trip. To reach our destination for the evening we either had to backtrack a bit before cutting inland or we could go to California and drive through the Redwoods. California it is!! We made our way to Crescent City (I swear his truck perked up as we crossed the state line) for a visit to the Redwoods visitors center and a quick peek at Battery Point lighthouse. Being that lighthouses are one of his things he shared about how a tsunami, set off by a 1964 earthquake in Alaska, had split around the lighthouse's island before wiping out the first few blocks of the city (the next day he lent me a book to read about the keeper's wife's account of watching the waves come in and out). The light is only accessible to the public during low tide and the placement and height of the island saved it that time around.
After admiring some rather meatloaf shaped squirrels we headed off for the trees.
The Redwoods are stunning. They envelop you in their silent majesty and there is that sense of 'something' that you might just not be able to put your finger on. We wandered, took pictures and just enjoyed natures beauty and the, cheesy but true, circle of life; everything in the woods works together from life through death.
In the vehicles once more we drove to the last Californian rest stop where we had a stretch (I think driving tiredness was hitting) and used the facilities. As I went through the main door I though to myself "Don't drop your sunglasses in the toilet" and proceeded to d exactly that as I shut the door of the stall. *sigh* I pulled them out, did my thing and then went to wash the hands and glasses all the while feeling pretty dumb about the whole thing. The first thing I did, of course, was share the dropping story which elicited loud laughter and a snort. He then tells me that I should wash them again in the fountain as there'd been signs by the sinks mentioning not drinking the sink water as there was giardia and that'd just wouldn't be fun to have. Well the fountains weren't working either (duh) but he being a big camper/hiker had wet wipes in the truck. Saved by the moist towelette!
Down the road, across the state line once more and almost at our final destination. After turning off the main road we began our ascent up a very windy road. The road was narrow and caused a few white knuckle moment yet at the same time I wanted to enjoy the curves (fast curvy roads? whee!) as well as just wanted to look around. I chose to focus on the road and before we knew it we were in the visitors parking lot. After a quick conference we drove through the gates and made our way to the Oregon Chateau.
(and now I have to go to bed before being finished...drat)
After another wriggle and squirm dressing time, where I found my hot water bottle tuck at my feet and still warm-ish, I once again packed up my stuff. The dad trained the sis and I to pack before eating if we were moving along that day and it has stuck with me ever since. The only concession I sometimes make is to eat breakfast (oatmeal and hot chocolate) before moving onto the tent. This particular campground had showers but as it was still a tad chilly I once again passed (such a dirty girl! Didn't smell though) as I knew there'd be a full bath later on in the day; one where I wouldn't have to worry about getting saturated in smoke again.
Once we'd loaded up the vehicles we went to peak at the cabins that were available to rent. We'd been sorely temped the previous night as we'd read about the heater inside but, being tough, we sucked it up and snuggled into the tents. The cabin's were on the only sites with a sea view and contained a set of bunk beds and one queen. I think they'd be quite cozy especially in the winter months when people are apparently still camping. I have slept in a tent when it was 15 below and even though it was a good experience I don't know that I would go out of my way for it again. We then walked down to the bluff where we sat and stared at the sea. back at the site some frisbee was played and let me tell you I was terrible. My first comment was that I would try not to hit the RV way over there....hit it. Then I mentioned that I didn't want to dig in the bushes again (first night at Perpetua I'd lobbed the disc into the bush...right by the poison oak. Whee. ) and of course I had to. I throw like a stereotypical girl and I hate it.Off to the lighthouse once more where we were again greeted by some older volunteers. The gentleman was quite intrigued as to why we were traveling in tandem (met in the middle-ish) and then raved on about how Vancouver and the Island are two of his most favourite places in the world: how could I not like him! After a quick snoop in the gift shop we paid out fee and went on the tour. He wowed the woman in charge, and the other tourists, by answering her question as to the size of the bulb in the light (1000 watts...geek!). she sent us upstairs to see her husband, the stand in keeper of the light. He quite suited his part what with his beard, robust shape and a woolen captain's hat perched on his head. More pictures were snapped before heading off once more.
Today? Today I made it to my third state of the trip. To reach our destination for the evening we either had to backtrack a bit before cutting inland or we could go to California and drive through the Redwoods. California it is!! We made our way to Crescent City (I swear his truck perked up as we crossed the state line) for a visit to the Redwoods visitors center and a quick peek at Battery Point lighthouse. Being that lighthouses are one of his things he shared about how a tsunami, set off by a 1964 earthquake in Alaska, had split around the lighthouse's island before wiping out the first few blocks of the city (the next day he lent me a book to read about the keeper's wife's account of watching the waves come in and out). The light is only accessible to the public during low tide and the placement and height of the island saved it that time around.
After admiring some rather meatloaf shaped squirrels we headed off for the trees.
The Redwoods are stunning. They envelop you in their silent majesty and there is that sense of 'something' that you might just not be able to put your finger on. We wandered, took pictures and just enjoyed natures beauty and the, cheesy but true, circle of life; everything in the woods works together from life through death.In the vehicles once more we drove to the last Californian rest stop where we had a stretch (I think driving tiredness was hitting) and used the facilities. As I went through the main door I though to myself "Don't drop your sunglasses in the toilet" and proceeded to d exactly that as I shut the door of the stall. *sigh* I pulled them out, did my thing and then went to wash the hands and glasses all the while feeling pretty dumb about the whole thing. The first thing I did, of course, was share the dropping story which elicited loud laughter and a snort. He then tells me that I should wash them again in the fountain as there'd been signs by the sinks mentioning not drinking the sink water as there was giardia and that'd just wouldn't be fun to have. Well the fountains weren't working either (duh) but he being a big camper/hiker had wet wipes in the truck. Saved by the moist towelette!
Down the road, across the state line once more and almost at our final destination. After turning off the main road we began our ascent up a very windy road. The road was narrow and caused a few white knuckle moment yet at the same time I wanted to enjoy the curves (fast curvy roads? whee!) as well as just wanted to look around. I chose to focus on the road and before we knew it we were in the visitors parking lot. After a quick conference we drove through the gates and made our way to the Oregon Chateau.
(and now I have to go to bed before being finished...drat)
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Trip Tales V
And another long trip tale. Must use less words...
After the morning struggle/squirm/wriggle to get dressed in my sleeping bag, little chilly out, I rolled up my sleeping pad, packed up my bag and crawled out of the tent. I said a bleary good morning before wandering to the bathroom for a cold water washing of the hair. Ahh, much better. I can handle being the dirty girl as long as I can scrub my head at some point.
Tea and oatmeal were next on the agenda then we packed up the site before wandering up to the visitor center for a look around. After reading all the historical information we paused to work on the Oregon Coast puzzle on the table. We got way too into it (see...geek/nerd) and finally had to drag ourselves away so we could do more fun stuff!
Who's who?
We walked out to the giant spruce, had a tree admiration moment and then sat in silence for a bit. Along the trail I was quite captured by all the mushrooms; "Look! Mushroom!" (and I don't even like them).
After fueling up it was time for more food and dawdling at Heceta Head; yes another lighthouse. We picnicked with the gulls before walking up to the light. A group of volunteers accosted us at the end of the trail with offers of a tour which, after exploring the oil house, we took them up on. A very nice lady from Colorado took four of us us too ooh and ahh over the Fresnel; I do love the way the glass is cut.
Back outside we both took a few pictures and then argued over who should ask our volunteer to take a picture of us together; finally the much talked about mutual shyness kicked in! With a little shove I made him ask and then, not being that fond of being in pictures, I had to give myself a mental talking to to relax and try to smile (Haven't seen it. I may look pained and awkward). We meandered back to the parking lot pausing at the gift shop, the light keeper's cottage/B&B, peeking over the cliff and then once more in the vehicles.
After a stop to replenish the hot chocolate stash we continued on to Cape Blanco, our destination for the night. After a roam around the campground to try and find the most sheltered site we eventually settled on one and began to put up the tents once again. It was chilly and windy and we were both whining just a bit; it didn't stop us from making a mad dash to the lighthouse to try and get a sunset photo though. We didn't quite make it but still spent a bit of time looking about before heading back to start the fire and make dinner once again.
A fine meal of turkey dogs, chips and s'mores rounded out the day. After that it was just a matter of trying to pretend I was on a spit so that each bit of my body got some fire time as I was on the cool side. At bed time he, in his infinite wisdom, heated some water so that we could both take a Nalgene bottle to bed as a hot water bottle; genius.
It was still warm in the morning.
After the morning struggle/squirm/wriggle to get dressed in my sleeping bag, little chilly out, I rolled up my sleeping pad, packed up my bag and crawled out of the tent. I said a bleary good morning before wandering to the bathroom for a cold water washing of the hair. Ahh, much better. I can handle being the dirty girl as long as I can scrub my head at some point.
Tea and oatmeal were next on the agenda then we packed up the site before wandering up to the visitor center for a look around. After reading all the historical information we paused to work on the Oregon Coast puzzle on the table. We got way too into it (see...geek/nerd) and finally had to drag ourselves away so we could do more fun stuff!
Who's who?What do you call a mushroom at the bar who buys all the drinks?We went back to the vehicles to go up to the lookout (yes we could have walked up the big, giant hill but we were on vacation dammit! At least that's what he said.) and have, um, a look around. We could see the Devils Churn, the Spouting Horn and the fog bank out to sea. After much picture taking it was time to head down for a closer look at the spout. We tried for pictures as the water rushed up and out of the spout but, of course, it seemed next to impossible to get more than just the haze of the spray. After some further poking around in the tide pools we once again got into the vehicles and made our way further down the coast.
A Fungi to be with...
Bah dum dum
After fueling up it was time for more food and dawdling at Heceta Head; yes another lighthouse. We picnicked with the gulls before walking up to the light. A group of volunteers accosted us at the end of the trail with offers of a tour which, after exploring the oil house, we took them up on. A very nice lady from Colorado took four of us us too ooh and ahh over the Fresnel; I do love the way the glass is cut.
Aside: They still have full service gas stations in Oregon! It freaked me out the first time I filled up when the attendant came over and took the nozzle from me.
Back outside we both took a few pictures and then argued over who should ask our volunteer to take a picture of us together; finally the much talked about mutual shyness kicked in! With a little shove I made him ask and then, not being that fond of being in pictures, I had to give myself a mental talking to to relax and try to smile (Haven't seen it. I may look pained and awkward). We meandered back to the parking lot pausing at the gift shop, the light keeper's cottage/B&B, peeking over the cliff and then once more in the vehicles.After a stop to replenish the hot chocolate stash we continued on to Cape Blanco, our destination for the night. After a roam around the campground to try and find the most sheltered site we eventually settled on one and began to put up the tents once again. It was chilly and windy and we were both whining just a bit; it didn't stop us from making a mad dash to the lighthouse to try and get a sunset photo though. We didn't quite make it but still spent a bit of time looking about before heading back to start the fire and make dinner once again.
A fine meal of turkey dogs, chips and s'mores rounded out the day. After that it was just a matter of trying to pretend I was on a spit so that each bit of my body got some fire time as I was on the cool side. At bed time he, in his infinite wisdom, heated some water so that we could both take a Nalgene bottle to bed as a hot water bottle; genius.
It was still warm in the morning.
Monday, October 08, 2007
Trip Tales IV
Another long one with a bit too much information...
After another waffle made from the batter that came out of the machine breakfast we packed up our vehicles, checked out, did a grocery run and headed out of the city.
Off to McMinnville to see the big bird! As mentioned we had a definite click in the geek/nerd department and at his suggestion to go see the Spruce Goose I said a loud "Sure!". It was bizarre coming upon this museum sat out in the middle of farm land. The buildings are massive, obviously, and the large backing company was unknown to us both.
After parking and paying we both commented to one another that we were the only non gray haired people in the place. We wandered about looking at the various planes, helicopters, jets and vehicles for about an hour or so before heading out to the vehicle for lunch. After a tasty tailgate picnic, in which I sat in the puddle from the cooler and looked like I peed myself (changed in the car), we headed back in for another hour or so to try and finish up. It's always interesting to go to places like this with someone who has an interest beyond mine of "Oooh! Shiny!" (I do actually find this stuff intriguing but I don't know a lot. So many interests, so little time.). He's done reading and show watching and was able to rattle off information about more than a few of the planes.
We finally had to move on, time was passing quickly, so got back into our vehicles to make the coast. How I love the ocean! The one negative to driving yourself is not being able to just watch out the window. I'm fairly certain that admiring the view is not a good reason for having an accident...
We made one stop on the way down at the Yaquina Head lighthouse. We'd missed the tour times but still went out to have a look (he's a lighthouse lover as well). The wind was blowing and it was chilly so a quick change was required. I went over to the outhouse where I, erm, tried to make use of the facilities. Turns out a very, very breezy bathroom gives me performance anxiety; windy where it shouldn't be windy is not conducive to the peeing.
Anyhow....
We made it to the campground, set ourselves up and got the fire going. Dinner was made and then s'mores were had. MMMM!
Off to bed...
After another waffle made from the batter that came out of the machine breakfast we packed up our vehicles, checked out, did a grocery run and headed out of the city.
Off to McMinnville to see the big bird! As mentioned we had a definite click in the geek/nerd department and at his suggestion to go see the Spruce Goose I said a loud "Sure!". It was bizarre coming upon this museum sat out in the middle of farm land. The buildings are massive, obviously, and the large backing company was unknown to us both.
After parking and paying we both commented to one another that we were the only non gray haired people in the place. We wandered about looking at the various planes, helicopters, jets and vehicles for about an hour or so before heading out to the vehicle for lunch. After a tasty tailgate picnic, in which I sat in the puddle from the cooler and looked like I peed myself (changed in the car), we headed back in for another hour or so to try and finish up. It's always interesting to go to places like this with someone who has an interest beyond mine of "Oooh! Shiny!" (I do actually find this stuff intriguing but I don't know a lot. So many interests, so little time.). He's done reading and show watching and was able to rattle off information about more than a few of the planes.
We finally had to move on, time was passing quickly, so got back into our vehicles to make the coast. How I love the ocean! The one negative to driving yourself is not being able to just watch out the window. I'm fairly certain that admiring the view is not a good reason for having an accident...
We made one stop on the way down at the Yaquina Head lighthouse. We'd missed the tour times but still went out to have a look (he's a lighthouse lover as well). The wind was blowing and it was chilly so a quick change was required. I went over to the outhouse where I, erm, tried to make use of the facilities. Turns out a very, very breezy bathroom gives me performance anxiety; windy where it shouldn't be windy is not conducive to the peeing.
Anyhow....We made it to the campground, set ourselves up and got the fire going. Dinner was made and then s'mores were had. MMMM!
Off to bed...
Friday, October 05, 2007
Trip Tales III
After a breakfast of waffles made from a batter that came out of a machine we headed out to the train to go to Washington Park.
The trees were calling, aching for people to learn about them, and since the geek/nerd bits of us were in agreement on this we went to the museum of the World Forestry Center to do our bit for the trees. We climbed through tree stumps, listened to birds, searched for stuff in a tree, helped put out a forest fire and even attempted to cut down a tree or two. After lounging by a waterfall we went on a tree trip around the world: Russia, China, Africa and South America.
(Oh! The train station for the park was very cool: Washington Park Station is the only stop in the 3-mile-long light rail tunnels through Portland's West Hills. At 260 feet underground, it is the deepest transit station in North America, and the second-deepest in the world. Passengers travel from the underground platform to the surface in four high-speed elevators. Each elevator can comfortably carry up to 39 people from platform to street level in about 20 seconds.[ link] They had a core sample time line and geological information along the walls along with other images and drawings.)
After our fill of the woods we headed back to town to find some sustenance for our afternoon plans. We hit the not very original venue of the food court, ate our greens (and a cookie of course), before walking the few blocks up to a book lovers mecca: Powell's. We each had our maps, free and recommended, and agreed upon a time for a tea break before wandering off, mouthes agape, into the stacks.
Before I knew it 4:30 was upon me so out came the map to help me find the coffee shop. After an accidental detour in to the erotica section, which I slowly backed out of, I found the tea and the friend. We ooh'd and ahh'd over one another's finds before making the decision to pop over to the Technical store where I ended up getting 4 of my books. After heading back to the main store for another couple or hours (did I mention the geek nerd thing?) we finalized our picks, paid for them and headed out to find some place to eat.
Back to the hotel for a boil* in the hot tub and then to bed.
With much restraint involved I limited my purchases to 5 books, ones that I do not think I can get at the local library.
Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach
Death's Acre by Dr. Bill Bass and Jon Jefferson
Opportunities in Forensic Science by Blythe Camenson
A Fly for the Prosecution by M. Lee Goff
Seasons on Harris: A Year in Scotland's Outer Hebrides by David Yeadon
Yup, 4 books on death/forensics.
4 simple ways to scare your room mate...
Bwah ha ha ha!!
*It really did get progressively hotter each night.
The trees were calling, aching for people to learn about them, and since the geek/nerd bits of us were in agreement on this we went to the museum of the World Forestry Center to do our bit for the trees. We climbed through tree stumps, listened to birds, searched for stuff in a tree, helped put out a forest fire and even attempted to cut down a tree or two. After lounging by a waterfall we went on a tree trip around the world: Russia, China, Africa and South America.
(Oh! The train station for the park was very cool: Washington Park Station is the only stop in the 3-mile-long light rail tunnels through Portland's West Hills. At 260 feet underground, it is the deepest transit station in North America, and the second-deepest in the world. Passengers travel from the underground platform to the surface in four high-speed elevators. Each elevator can comfortably carry up to 39 people from platform to street level in about 20 seconds.[ link] They had a core sample time line and geological information along the walls along with other images and drawings.)After our fill of the woods we headed back to town to find some sustenance for our afternoon plans. We hit the not very original venue of the food court, ate our greens (and a cookie of course), before walking the few blocks up to a book lovers mecca: Powell's. We each had our maps, free and recommended, and agreed upon a time for a tea break before wandering off, mouthes agape, into the stacks.
Before I knew it 4:30 was upon me so out came the map to help me find the coffee shop. After an accidental detour in to the erotica section, which I slowly backed out of, I found the tea and the friend. We ooh'd and ahh'd over one another's finds before making the decision to pop over to the Technical store where I ended up getting 4 of my books. After heading back to the main store for another couple or hours (did I mention the geek nerd thing?) we finalized our picks, paid for them and headed out to find some place to eat.
Back to the hotel for a boil* in the hot tub and then to bed.
With much restraint involved I limited my purchases to 5 books, ones that I do not think I can get at the local library.
Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach
Death's Acre by Dr. Bill Bass and Jon Jefferson
Opportunities in Forensic Science by Blythe Camenson
A Fly for the Prosecution by M. Lee Goff
Seasons on Harris: A Year in Scotland's Outer Hebrides by David Yeadon
Yup, 4 books on death/forensics.
4 simple ways to scare your room mate...
Bwah ha ha ha!!
*It really did get progressively hotter each night.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Trip Tales II
It's a long one....(and link heavy)
So after the initial meet we headed into town for dinner. We put off our original plan for the next day and instead decided to go to a brewery one of his friends had recommended. After fiddling with the MAX ticket machine we hopped on the train, made it to our stop then walked and talked for 20 blocks hoping that the naive tourists weren't going to get mugged.
Following our walking a few extra blocks, we weren't paying attention, we found Roots and grabbed a seat. After perusing the menu, with a discussion as to whether chips meant fries or potato chips, and ordering we settled down with our beers (Burghead Heather for me; very tasty [had a touch of sweetness]) and more talk.
With full bellies and the tiniest touch of a buzz we walked back to the train and headed to the hotel to make use of the hot tub. We simmered for an hour then headed to bed.
The next morning I got laughed at for how messed up my bed was, pillows and covers everywhere, while his bed was smooth and pristine. No wonder I am the person who can fall out of bed as an adult.
We went into town, which we found filled with pink clad people (Breast Cancer walk/run), to get breakfast at Voodoo. They have some of the craziest combinations and a certain one that gave me the giggles and made me blush. The friend thought I should order it for the hilarity of it all but there was just no way I could say those three words without being utterly juvenile and, possibly, stuttering out my request with a bright red face. How grown up of me.
And then? Then onto the pirates! Arrrrrrrr!
We learned about parrots. I admired striped thigh high socks (yes I should have bought them. Shush). He admired wenches. I scared him by pointing out all the floggers for sale. We watched a battle but were actually more impressed by the way the blasts reverberated along the underside of the bridge. We Ate. We Wandered. I had suggestive comments made to me: "Once you've had dead pirate you'll never go back" to which I blushed (a guy, seated, dressed in a costume that fully covered him). We had ice cream cones. Just the cone mind you as they just smelled so darned good.
After a wander in another park and a trip to REI we made it to the Baghdad. This was a fantastic way to have dinner and a movie. We need theatres like this here. How could they not go over well everywhere? Beer with a show....everyone is sold! We watched Sicko and can I just say yay to being in Canada? Our medical system has its problems but it is no where near as crazy as the States. My suggestion? Marry a Canadian.
Had a wander of the area (drooled over shoes and got prepared for the next day), got a cup of tea and headed back to the hotel to work up to a low boil in the hot tub before bed.
So after the initial meet we headed into town for dinner. We put off our original plan for the next day and instead decided to go to a brewery one of his friends had recommended. After fiddling with the MAX ticket machine we hopped on the train, made it to our stop then walked and talked for 20 blocks hoping that the naive tourists weren't going to get mugged.
Following our walking a few extra blocks, we weren't paying attention, we found Roots and grabbed a seat. After perusing the menu, with a discussion as to whether chips meant fries or potato chips, and ordering we settled down with our beers (Burghead Heather for me; very tasty [had a touch of sweetness]) and more talk.
With full bellies and the tiniest touch of a buzz we walked back to the train and headed to the hotel to make use of the hot tub. We simmered for an hour then headed to bed.
The next morning I got laughed at for how messed up my bed was, pillows and covers everywhere, while his bed was smooth and pristine. No wonder I am the person who can fall out of bed as an adult.
We went into town, which we found filled with pink clad people (Breast Cancer walk/run), to get breakfast at Voodoo. They have some of the craziest combinations and a certain one that gave me the giggles and made me blush. The friend thought I should order it for the hilarity of it all but there was just no way I could say those three words without being utterly juvenile and, possibly, stuttering out my request with a bright red face. How grown up of me.
And then? Then onto the pirates! Arrrrrrrr!We learned about parrots. I admired striped thigh high socks (yes I should have bought them. Shush). He admired wenches. I scared him by pointing out all the floggers for sale. We watched a battle but were actually more impressed by the way the blasts reverberated along the underside of the bridge. We Ate. We Wandered. I had suggestive comments made to me: "Once you've had dead pirate you'll never go back" to which I blushed (a guy, seated, dressed in a costume that fully covered him). We had ice cream cones. Just the cone mind you as they just smelled so darned good.
After a wander in another park and a trip to REI we made it to the Baghdad. This was a fantastic way to have dinner and a movie. We need theatres like this here. How could they not go over well everywhere? Beer with a show....everyone is sold! We watched Sicko and can I just say yay to being in Canada? Our medical system has its problems but it is no where near as crazy as the States. My suggestion? Marry a Canadian.
Had a wander of the area (drooled over shoes and got prepared for the next day), got a cup of tea and headed back to the hotel to work up to a low boil in the hot tub before bed.
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Trip Tales I
KM's traveled: 2181.5
States visited: 3
Things seen: Pirates, wood, books, planes, lighthouses, spouts, beaches, trees, caves and the like
New friends: 1
An early alarm began the trip as I wanted to get across the border in good time. As our dollar is so good the lines have been getting longer due to prices not yet following the economy. One can generally save money on everything in the States right now, other than a cup of tea at S'bucks, so we Canucks are crossing over in droves.
Anyhow...
I flew down the I5 (speed limit of course due to bearing foreign plates) and made the city in 5 hours, a full hour earlier than I expected. I checked in then dawdled and read and waited and tried not to sleep in the window seat and began to over think and make back up plans then had a snack and read some more. I wandered up to the room for something and when I came down there he was.
Yep, that's right. I went on vacation with someone; a virtual friend who's now a real friend. The dad and some at home friends thought I was nuts (What if he's a murderer!) but so far my experience with meeting the blogger types has been pretty positive. We'd blabbed online and on the phone and things just sort of fell together. Plus knowing I could just get in my car and leave if he was a weirdo made it fairly easy to say "Sure, why not!" to his invitation to join the travels.
We both claimed shy and geeky/nerdy but the shy barely made an appearance while the geeky/nerdy was out in full force.
I'm working on getting my pictures together and seeing if the oh so witty in my head anecdotes can be translated onto the page.
More later.
(Seems I got some colour on the pale while away. Looking at my arms while typing I noticed that they seemed darker.)
States visited: 3
Things seen: Pirates, wood, books, planes, lighthouses, spouts, beaches, trees, caves and the like
New friends: 1
An early alarm began the trip as I wanted to get across the border in good time. As our dollar is so good the lines have been getting longer due to prices not yet following the economy. One can generally save money on everything in the States right now, other than a cup of tea at S'bucks, so we Canucks are crossing over in droves.
Anyhow...
I flew down the I5 (speed limit of course due to bearing foreign plates) and made the city in 5 hours, a full hour earlier than I expected. I checked in then dawdled and read and waited and tried not to sleep in the window seat and began to over think and make back up plans then had a snack and read some more. I wandered up to the room for something and when I came down there he was.
Yep, that's right. I went on vacation with someone; a virtual friend who's now a real friend. The dad and some at home friends thought I was nuts (What if he's a murderer!) but so far my experience with meeting the blogger types has been pretty positive. We'd blabbed online and on the phone and things just sort of fell together. Plus knowing I could just get in my car and leave if he was a weirdo made it fairly easy to say "Sure, why not!" to his invitation to join the travels.
We both claimed shy and geeky/nerdy but the shy barely made an appearance while the geeky/nerdy was out in full force.
I'm working on getting my pictures together and seeing if the oh so witty in my head anecdotes can be translated onto the page.
More later.
(Seems I got some colour on the pale while away. Looking at my arms while typing I noticed that they seemed darker.)
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