Hi again...
I think the internet thing should be worked out by the time I am back from over the pond.
Yay!
I went to the Doc and.....not cancer.
Woo and hoo!
But they still don't know what is up with me and have sent me for more blood tests to see where to go from here.
Not so hoo.
Working with people touched by the crazy is very interesting. It would make great blog fodder but I really need to keep my paycheque. Feel free to ask me if you know me IRL.
I got Olympic tickets!!! I am beyond thrilled. Plus it means that GeekHiker will be coming to the Great White North.
Yippee!
Alright, off to do more laundry and continue making trip lists...
Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Just a Silly Girl Sits Down (or how to concern your new friends)
A drive to the Emerald city on the back roads to view new scenery and have a more relaxing drive.
Find the U. District, park the car, roam about and check in. A bit of a doze may have occurred.
Bump into FiL, get directed to the pub and wander down to meet Colin. I got ID'd, passed over my license, was given raised brows by the doorman who told me I don't show my age (Yes! *air fist pump* ). Greet Colin and receive a hug from a new instant friend. Joined by Fil and beers all around.
We catch the bus downtown and join Juan at the Elysian. Beer flows, food is consumed and talking and laughter abound.
All full of belly, we make our way to the venue to see Deerhunter.
We wander to the floor and pick a spot. We all watch the opening band.
And then....
Standing in the dark room I felt my feet shuffle. Then I saw other peoples feet. Yes, I 'sat down'. My first thought was 'shit' and my next was 'where's my bag?' (passport in it). I quickly got up, beelined for the door and the next thing I remember is not feeling my bag, sensing someone behind me, touching me and someone else grabbing my arm.
The boys had followed me and were taking care of me and my weird case of blacking out. Apparently it was hard to find my pulse. And I was hot. We all went to the hall area which was near an open door. After about 5 minutes everything seemed to get brighter and I felt more normal, as normal as one can feel when they fell down.
I spent the rest of the evening propping up the bar just in case. Falling down put a bit of a damper on my night but the company more than made up for it.
Thanks you three for a great evening. Very good to meet you Juan and Colin after all this blogging time. And FiL, always good to see you.
Find the U. District, park the car, roam about and check in. A bit of a doze may have occurred.
Bump into FiL, get directed to the pub and wander down to meet Colin. I got ID'd, passed over my license, was given raised brows by the doorman who told me I don't show my age (Yes! *air fist pump* ). Greet Colin and receive a hug from a new instant friend. Joined by Fil and beers all around.
We catch the bus downtown and join Juan at the Elysian. Beer flows, food is consumed and talking and laughter abound.
All full of belly, we make our way to the venue to see Deerhunter.
We wander to the floor and pick a spot. We all watch the opening band.
And then....
Standing in the dark room I felt my feet shuffle. Then I saw other peoples feet. Yes, I 'sat down'. My first thought was 'shit' and my next was 'where's my bag?' (passport in it). I quickly got up, beelined for the door and the next thing I remember is not feeling my bag, sensing someone behind me, touching me and someone else grabbing my arm.
The boys had followed me and were taking care of me and my weird case of blacking out. Apparently it was hard to find my pulse. And I was hot. We all went to the hall area which was near an open door. After about 5 minutes everything seemed to get brighter and I felt more normal, as normal as one can feel when they fell down.
I spent the rest of the evening propping up the bar just in case. Falling down put a bit of a damper on my night but the company more than made up for it.
Thanks you three for a great evening. Very good to meet you Juan and Colin after all this blogging time. And FiL, always good to see you.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
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.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Our second morning began a little later with a breakfast of the cinnamon buns I'd brought down with me. We then loaded all of our stuff and headed out for our 6 plus hour drive to our final destination.
We got in some Valley speak, saw some cows, passed by the home of Sunmaid raisins and saw the famous Apple Annie's; I'd never heard of the restaurant but the sign said it was famous. Maybe it had to do with the fact that Apple Annie wears a rather short skirt for a woman of her advanced age, the saucy thing. We ate lunch at GH's favourite fast food Mexican place, which really was rather good and not super greasy, and continued on our way.
After a few photo stops in amongst the weather (rain, sun, fog, wind) we finally made it to our destination. We also got to meet up with the rest of our travel buddies, three other girls. We chatted in their room for an hour or so then went to make ourselves dinner and get settled in for the evening.
A Ben & Jerry's fudge brownie cookie bar later and it was lights out.
The first big day!
Day one of our excursion began with the addition of many layers. After scraping the windows we headed into the park. The snow and ice on the roads dictated putting chains on, a first for both GH and I. After some fiddling and finger crossing we managed to get them set and continued down the road. We slowly made our way up to Badger Pass road, me gawking out the windows and GH gripping the wheel tightly, only to find it was closed. What?!
After speaking with the Ranger we found out that the storm that had gone through on the weekend had left a pile of snow that still needed to be dealt with. They were waiting on a plow to finish up the road to the ski hill and to clear the parking lot at the top. The five of us had a quick discussion and then headed back down towards the valley. We all pulled into Tunnel View to get some pictures then parted ways on the valley floor. We needed to dash back to the hotel and then planned to meet up with the other three for lunch. Road work wrecked our meal plans but after another quick chat with the group GH and I ate and went exploring.
We walked about the village for a bit and came upon a cemetery. It required looking at. We then headed to the shuttle bus stop and rode out to Happy Isle to go for a trudge in the snow.
It was deep, up to and sometimes over the knee deep, and so made for a bit of a slog. It really didn't matter as everything around us was so pretty and we lost ourselves for a few hours. Soon enough it was time to head back and meet for dinner.
We were pretty happy that the chains required a fiddle or we'd have missed the fire on the mountain.
It was gorgeous.
Dinner was eaten, we headed back to the hotel and crawled into bed to prepare for our next day of skiing.
We got in some Valley speak, saw some cows, passed by the home of Sunmaid raisins and saw the famous Apple Annie's; I'd never heard of the restaurant but the sign said it was famous. Maybe it had to do with the fact that Apple Annie wears a rather short skirt for a woman of her advanced age, the saucy thing. We ate lunch at GH's favourite fast food Mexican place, which really was rather good and not super greasy, and continued on our way.
After a few photo stops in amongst the weather (rain, sun, fog, wind) we finally made it to our destination. We also got to meet up with the rest of our travel buddies, three other girls. We chatted in their room for an hour or so then went to make ourselves dinner and get settled in for the evening.
A Ben & Jerry's fudge brownie cookie bar later and it was lights out.
The first big day!
Day one of our excursion began with the addition of many layers. After scraping the windows we headed into the park. The snow and ice on the roads dictated putting chains on, a first for both GH and I. After some fiddling and finger crossing we managed to get them set and continued down the road. We slowly made our way up to Badger Pass road, me gawking out the windows and GH gripping the wheel tightly, only to find it was closed. What?!
After speaking with the Ranger we found out that the storm that had gone through on the weekend had left a pile of snow that still needed to be dealt with. They were waiting on a plow to finish up the road to the ski hill and to clear the parking lot at the top. The five of us had a quick discussion and then headed back down towards the valley. We all pulled into Tunnel View to get some pictures then parted ways on the valley floor. We needed to dash back to the hotel and then planned to meet up with the other three for lunch. Road work wrecked our meal plans but after another quick chat with the group GH and I ate and went exploring.
We walked about the village for a bit and came upon a cemetery. It required looking at. We then headed to the shuttle bus stop and rode out to Happy Isle to go for a trudge in the snow.
It was deep, up to and sometimes over the knee deep, and so made for a bit of a slog. It really didn't matter as everything around us was so pretty and we lost ourselves for a few hours. Soon enough it was time to head back and meet for dinner.
We were pretty happy that the chains required a fiddle or we'd have missed the fire on the mountain.
It was gorgeous.
Dinner was eaten, we headed back to the hotel and crawled into bed to prepare for our next day of skiing.
Friday, February 15, 2008
WOLVERINES!
6 am was far too early to begin the first day of true vacation but I had weapons to wield and people to shoot.
After showering etc. we headed out to a local diner for a energy giving breakfast; oatmeal and a side of egg for me and bacon and eggs for him. Back in the truck we got on the freeway to seek out our destination. A few from our group were already waiting in the parking lot so we went to join them. I stood in silence, still waking up, and watched people wander by wondering what I'd gotten myself into.
When the team leaders arrived we finished signing our lives away, watched a video about ways to not kill ones self and others and then got geared up in our masks, gloves and guns. Once loaded we finally entered Mad Max and the games began.
Special Schlumpy outfit for the day.
Paint balls hurt like a bugger that first time they come in contact with your body. Ow and ouch! I ended up with some decent bruises though did not take a photo of the one that was most painful. This isn't that sort of blog.
L-Thigh, new pj's, day 1
Yeah I took one in the chest and saw stars. I called myself out before I realized the ball hadn't burst and that technically I was free to play on. At that point all I wanted to do was hold myself. That bruise is a faint reminder of the pain it brought.
L-Thigh, day 5
After multiple games, multiple kills and a few times being killed we wrapped up for the day. Thighs aching and being covered in paint goo we, about 20 or so, made our way to the returns, grabbed our bags and headed off to dinner at a southern style restaurant.
GH and I had planned ahead and packed extra clothing. After some fancy twisting and contorting, as well as running interference for each other due to those walking by, we both managed to change in the truck and parking lot.
Dinner was very good (BBQ chicken, salad and yam fries) but it was the free Newcastle (from the leader who was 1 1/2 hours late to the paint park and felt he owed us for making us be there so early; he did.) and the bucket of peanuts that were the real hit for me especially as you were encouraged to toss the shells on the floor.
After saying our goodbyes and picking up a tea from Starbucks (did this 3 times, at 3 different stores and paid a different price each time. How does that work when they are all in the same city?) we headed home to wash off the day, lounge a bit and then crawled into our beds to prepare for the next part of the adventure.
After showering etc. we headed out to a local diner for a energy giving breakfast; oatmeal and a side of egg for me and bacon and eggs for him. Back in the truck we got on the freeway to seek out our destination. A few from our group were already waiting in the parking lot so we went to join them. I stood in silence, still waking up, and watched people wander by wondering what I'd gotten myself into.
When the team leaders arrived we finished signing our lives away, watched a video about ways to not kill ones self and others and then got geared up in our masks, gloves and guns. Once loaded we finally entered Mad Max and the games began.
Special Schlumpy outfit for the day.The white thing hanging off the mask was my identifier for my team.
Paint balls hurt like a bugger that first time they come in contact with your body. Ow and ouch! I ended up with some decent bruises though did not take a photo of the one that was most painful. This isn't that sort of blog.
L-Thigh, new pj's, day 1Yeah I took one in the chest and saw stars. I called myself out before I realized the ball hadn't burst and that technically I was free to play on. At that point all I wanted to do was hold myself. That bruise is a faint reminder of the pain it brought.
L-Thigh, day 5After multiple games, multiple kills and a few times being killed we wrapped up for the day. Thighs aching and being covered in paint goo we, about 20 or so, made our way to the returns, grabbed our bags and headed off to dinner at a southern style restaurant.
GH and I had planned ahead and packed extra clothing. After some fancy twisting and contorting, as well as running interference for each other due to those walking by, we both managed to change in the truck and parking lot.
Dinner was very good (BBQ chicken, salad and yam fries) but it was the free Newcastle (from the leader who was 1 1/2 hours late to the paint park and felt he owed us for making us be there so early; he did.) and the bucket of peanuts that were the real hit for me especially as you were encouraged to toss the shells on the floor.
After saying our goodbyes and picking up a tea from Starbucks (did this 3 times, at 3 different stores and paid a different price each time. How does that work when they are all in the same city?) we headed home to wash off the day, lounge a bit and then crawled into our beds to prepare for the next part of the adventure.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Tea! Where's my Tea?
The alarm went off at 3:40 am and I groaned as I rolled over to shut it off. Even though it signaled the beginning of the holiday it really was an ungodly hour to crawl out of the warm blankets. The future brother in law picked me up just after 4 to drop me at the airport as he was working at 5:30 anyway.
Judy Greer
After getting on the plane at 7:30 I found that the seat was surprisingly roomy on the plane; my knees didn't touch the seat ahead of me! New non shy me chit chatted with my seat mate, which I have normally avoided by reading, and then watched Shake Hands with the Devil as a nice, light pick me up (riiiiight). I've read the book and watched a biography on Romeo Dallaire so I knew that a fair amount of cringing would be involved in watching. People are baffling and can be so, so cruel.
It was sunny and warm when I arrived. Sunglasses on I found myself a taxi and headed out to my destination, the local library, as that was where I was going to kill time while GeekHiker worked. It turned out they were not open until 1 pm so I wandered over to the park, found a bench and proceeded to doze in the sun. At one point I overheard a group of guys discussing whether or not to offer me their leftover pizza. I do believe they thought I was homeless!
When the library opened I went in to ask about a pay phone and was told they'd be removed. Hmmm. So off I walked travel pack in hand and day pack on my back to see what I could find in town. I schlepped about, feeling the warmth, looking for a phone. I finally headed to City Hall to see if someone could give me directions as I was having no luck and getting a bit red in the face. City Hall was closed so I went to the police station. They raised their eyebrows at my question and gave me a couple of choices which ended up being of no help. Gah! It turns out you cannot exist without a cell about these parts.
I ended up going into a Rite Aide to see if there was anyone who might feel sorry for the Canadian in search of a phone. Success! The photo guy was kind enough to let me make a call on his cell (thank you photo guy!) and I then made my way back to the library.
When I went back in I inquired about using the internet. I'm now the proud owner of a library card, good for a year. I did some emailing and commenting before finally grabbing some magazines and curling up in an arm chair. An hour or so later I heard a hello and looked up to see GH. We grabbed my bags and headed back to his place.
After dropping my stuff we did some running around, ate some dinner and then watched The Iron Giant as I had not seen it before.
We made up my bed and the lights were out at 12.
After checking in I found myself a cup of tea and a seat, stuck my earphones in and proceeded to do a sleepy people watch until it was time to board. I noticed one girl who looked familiar. I tried my normal mental placing; grocery store? post office? library? etc. I finally realized where I knew her from; the movies.
Judy GreerAfter getting on the plane at 7:30 I found that the seat was surprisingly roomy on the plane; my knees didn't touch the seat ahead of me! New non shy me chit chatted with my seat mate, which I have normally avoided by reading, and then watched Shake Hands with the Devil as a nice, light pick me up (riiiiight). I've read the book and watched a biography on Romeo Dallaire so I knew that a fair amount of cringing would be involved in watching. People are baffling and can be so, so cruel.
It was sunny and warm when I arrived. Sunglasses on I found myself a taxi and headed out to my destination, the local library, as that was where I was going to kill time while GeekHiker worked. It turned out they were not open until 1 pm so I wandered over to the park, found a bench and proceeded to doze in the sun. At one point I overheard a group of guys discussing whether or not to offer me their leftover pizza. I do believe they thought I was homeless!
When the library opened I went in to ask about a pay phone and was told they'd be removed. Hmmm. So off I walked travel pack in hand and day pack on my back to see what I could find in town. I schlepped about, feeling the warmth, looking for a phone. I finally headed to City Hall to see if someone could give me directions as I was having no luck and getting a bit red in the face. City Hall was closed so I went to the police station. They raised their eyebrows at my question and gave me a couple of choices which ended up being of no help. Gah! It turns out you cannot exist without a cell about these parts.
I ended up going into a Rite Aide to see if there was anyone who might feel sorry for the Canadian in search of a phone. Success! The photo guy was kind enough to let me make a call on his cell (thank you photo guy!) and I then made my way back to the library.
When I went back in I inquired about using the internet. I'm now the proud owner of a library card, good for a year. I did some emailing and commenting before finally grabbing some magazines and curling up in an arm chair. An hour or so later I heard a hello and looked up to see GH. We grabbed my bags and headed back to his place.
After dropping my stuff we did some running around, ate some dinner and then watched The Iron Giant as I had not seen it before.
We made up my bed and the lights were out at 12.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
And regular life will resume tomorrow.
I'm home.
It's very quiet.
There's a pile of laundry to do and groceries to be bought.
After that I'll have to get to the photos and show some off.
It's very quiet.
There's a pile of laundry to do and groceries to be bought.
After that I'll have to get to the photos and show some off.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Friday, October 26, 2007
Are you an organ donor?
On my flights I finished reading one of my books from Powell's.
Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers kept me engrossed and somewhat grossed out.
Going and coming I sat in the exit row and, as such, was boarded early to get my in case of emergency this is how you open the door training. When I fly I generally get to my seat, pull out the things I'll want to have access to on the flight, put my bag in the overhead compartment and then sit. Since the seat next to me was empty on both flights I put all my junk there including my book. I do wonder what the flight attendant thought when she saw it there.
Surprisingly, perhaps, this book about death and decomposition is quite funny. I had moments where I laughed out loud and then had to peek around to see if anyone was looking (just my row mates and they may have appeared concerned...). At other times I could feel my face pull into a grimace when the author got very descriptive with the sights and smells.
Well worth the read.
Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers kept me engrossed and somewhat grossed out.Going and coming I sat in the exit row and, as such, was boarded early to get my in case of emergency this is how you open the door training. When I fly I generally get to my seat, pull out the things I'll want to have access to on the flight, put my bag in the overhead compartment and then sit. Since the seat next to me was empty on both flights I put all my junk there including my book. I do wonder what the flight attendant thought when she saw it there.
Surprisingly, perhaps, this book about death and decomposition is quite funny. I had moments where I laughed out loud and then had to peek around to see if anyone was looking (just my row mates and they may have appeared concerned...). At other times I could feel my face pull into a grimace when the author got very descriptive with the sights and smells.
Well worth the read.
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...)
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
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)
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