helooooo Deeeetroit!

We made it this far but no farther. All seats sold out on the Detroit - Halifax leg. We'll try again tomorrow. To LaGuardia and then to Nova Scotia. Or perhaps Detroit to Montreal to Halifax. Or to Toronto . . . But one way or another we'll get there, I hope. If we get to LaGuardia and again the seats are all sold we really have to think twice about carrying this on too long. We're checked into a hotel close by the airport. Hallways and room smell like the inside of a damp ashtray. Dashing out for a quick bite, then to bed. Have to be back at the Delta desk by 6 AM and hope for a seat.

Later:
Daughter Cait has booked us into Montreal tomorrow morning, then out to Halifax. Think good mojo.

Even later:
We went across the parking lot to the Day's Inn restaurant ~ Wings and Ribs Grill or something like that ~ for some calories. Looking around I realize there's a whole cultural phenom in this country that I know nothing about. I've lived a remarkably sheltered life.

I saw more exposed skin in the various airports we were in today that I usually do at the beach.

two in one

I was determined that we take ONLY one carry-on for this trip. Why? When you travel stand-by your luggage is the last to be loaded. If your travel has a second airport, it is off loaded and set aside to wait for the OK that you have made the next flight, then loaded. And so on. What do you suppose are the odds of your luggage getting sent to Barcelona while your body goes on to Memphis? And as a stand-by it is YOUR responsibility to fetch your luggage if it doesn't arrive when you do. In other words, let's say you are planning to visit someplace such as, oh, I don't know, Lunenburg, Nova Scotia. But when you land at the Halifax airport, no luggage. You are told that perhaps in 24 hours ~ the next flight from Detroit where your bags didn't get the word to hop aboard ~ perhaps your bags would be there and you can come back and get them. But you are planning to drive 3 hours away to Lunenburg. Change of plans. You sit around until 9:00 PM the following night hoping your luggage shows up. This brief nightmare scenario is brought to you to explain why it's all carry-on for this trip. We got it all into a nice soft-sided "wheelie" that actually belongs to Alex and was brought up here by Andrew. He graciously packed all his stuff into my hard-sided "wheelie" and left me his for this trip. Both Mr. C and I are notorious over-packers; too many turtlenecks, too many pants/shorts/T-shirts. Careful yet severe pruning has gotten the load waaaaay down. So it's one bag, one computer case, one tote.


It will just have to do. How many changes of costume do you need when spending the bulk of the time on a boat?

weekend with the whiz kid

Grandson Andrew was with us over last weekend. Much too short a time, but he heads back to university on Friday, and we leave for Canada tomorrow, so this was our window of opportunity. Much talk, a spot of shopping for new dress shoes ~ do you have any idea how expensive those things are? ~ and best of all, some computer fiddling. While other kids were eating potato chips, he was noshing on computer chips. It's astounding to watch him navigate around the nether regions of the Mac, tweaking and clicking and making all sorts of interesting things happen. He plays the keyboard like a Steinway Grand.

He got the two computers, the laptop and the desktop, to talk to one another. Some things done on one will miraculously show up on the other. Amazing! Andrew is yet another example of his mother's careful and loving child rearing skills; smart, funny, handsome, kind and very sweet.

Tomorrow morning we head off to Halifax, spend the night, pick up our car on Thursday morning and drive to Lunenburg, on Mahone Bay if you're checking your map. Looking forward to a week of sailing, snoozing, walking, eating fish, and catching up with our hosts, Pat and Jon. Cait has assured us that stand-by seating will be no problem, at least on the first two flights ~ Sacramento to Minneapolis to Detroit. It's the third leg, Detroit to Halifax that looks tight. We're hoping for the best. Taking the LapMac. More from wherever we end up.

to Portland with Lewis and Clark

Back to the trip to the great Northwest, the reporting on which has been shamefully delayed by a bout of ennui . . .

If anyone ever suggests to you that you go along for the ride from Spokane to Portland, drop everything and go. The route takes you along the banks of the gorgeous Columbia River, on the route taken by Lewis and Clark in 1804-06. What a spectacular sight! The weather could not have been more perfect; clear, warm, sunny, with the broad blue river flowing from its headwaters in British Columbia to Portland and on to the Pacific Ocean. The forest comes right to the edge of the highway. Washington state is on the other side of the river; there's the occasional trestle bridge to the other side. Along this road are some of the prettiest rest stops I've been to, with wide lawns, lots of picnic tables under fragrant conifers, and stunning views. I saw people in sailboats, canoes and kayaks out enjoying the river, plus a few fishermen trying their luck.

After lunch, as we got closer to Portland, we came around a wide bend in the highway and there, looming ahead of us, Mount Hood. I actually gasped when I saw it, snowy and sparkling in the sunshine. It seemed incongruous to have this sight in the heat of August. Some reading about the mountain says that it has snow year around and summer skiing is not unheard of. There's the beautiful blue river, the green forests, people out enjoying the water, and this snow-covered mountain topping the whole thing. No wonder people love living in Oregon. I want to go back and explore more of it.

We got to our friends' house about 4 o'clock (after getting lost several times, driving around for about half an hour until we finally found the right road). Patti and Joann live in a wonderful big, light-filled house up on a hill at the end of a cul-de-sac. We had dinner outside in the warm evening ~ until the mosquitoes drove us indoors ~ and got caught up. They have an apartment in Cuyutlán so we will see them again in December.

Then next morning we headed off down I-5 toward Grants Pass. From there we were going to go out to the California coast, perhaps Crescent City, for the night. But as we got closer we decided to make a full court press and go all the way home. Soon, another spectacular mountain sight, this time Shasta.

Not as much snow but stunning nonetheless. It's a long slog from Portland to Villa Splendido; 600 miles, 10 hours. But it was good to be home. We rolled in at 7:30, had a quick supper, and were asleep by 9 PM. I love seeing all those beautiful places, but it's always good to get back. It hadn't been blistering hot while we were gone so the garden survived nicely.

The next chore was to tidy up the guest quarters for daughter Caitlin who arrived the next day from Bozeman for her 25th high school reunion. And I can remember her first day of kindergarten.

NOTE TO READERS: This is probably the most uninspired piece I have ever posted about travel. If I don't do it right away the thrill is gone. Next trip I am keeping the LapMac open and running as I speed down the road (when Mr. C is driving, of course) so I can jot down what I see and what I think about what I see at that very moment. Next week we take off for a week of sailing and frolic in Lunenburg, Nova Scotia. Perhaps that reporting will be more interesting. It could possibly be quite exciting; we fly stand-by and have to get seats on four flights to make it to Halifax. Stay tuned.

shouldn't happen to a dog

Zeke and Huck are home from the hospital after their life-altering "procedure." Zeke is not happy. Well, would you be? Mike calls this his lampshade. Such insults!

from Spokane

No photos because I left my camera cable at home (used Mike's for Bozeman pix). The drive From Bozeman was longer than we had anticipated as most of western Montana is undergoing road repair. These chaps only have about 3 months to get everything done before the winter snows begin so there were diversions and slow-downs all along the way. The road (I-90) from Bozeman to Missoula is fairly boring; flat grasslands with irrigated agriculture from time to time. But after Missoula we pick up the Clark Fork of the Columbia River and it is gorgeous; pine forests, lots of aspen trees, gorges and valleys. I would take that road again any time. Since it had taken so long to get where we were going we didn't stop in Coeur d'Alene, but will definitely do so the next time. We are about to head out for dinner at a Thai restaurant that Mr. C found on his explorations. I'm interested to see how these Washingtonians "do" Thai.

Well, they did it very, very well. We went to Thai Bamboo and had a delicious dinner, including some Thai beer. Yummy all around. So now it's time to turn in, get a good night's sleep, and head to Portland tomorrow. More from there.

leaving Bozeman

One thing Bozeman has plenty of is weather. Days start out sunny and warm. On go the shorts and T-shirts. Time to move out onto the deck for some reading and relaxing.

Lunch is al fresco at some trendy (and always delicious) café. But by around 2 PM the clouds roll in, the wind picks up, and the thunder rolls to announce a drenching.



All of this sky and weather activity then gifts us with a spectacular sunset.

We have had a lovely visit with people and dogs. Went to the Museum of the Rockies yesterday morning to see the Leonardo daVinci Marvelous Machines show; he was quite a clever fellow indeed. Today we leave this beautiful spot and head west to Spokane, with a stop for lunch in Coeur d'Alene, ID, at Mike's suggestion. A beautiful little town, he says. I'll let you know.