Saturday, June 21, 2014

Lake Chelan and the North Cascades

Driving through the arid canyons of the Columbia River basin from Grand Coulee, we could never guess that that the beautiful oasis of Lake Chelan was down the road hiding above us on a plateau. We've heard about the place for years but we were caught totally off-guard by its beauty, the big town, the vineyards, the orchards, the snow-capped peaks, and above all, its sheer size.  It's 50 miles long, and 1,486 feet deep--the third deepest lake in North America.  At its deepest, it is over 300 feet below sea level.  
Vineyards and orchards near uplake from the town of Chelan

We camped among giant ponderosa pines in the nearly deserted Alta Lake campground 20 miles north. At the town of Lake Chelan we took the express 2.5 hour boat ride to the upper end of the lake to the village of Stehekin, which is accessible only by boat or trail.   Over 100 people live there year-round.  We rented bikes, hiked to a waterfall, then then hit its famous bakery.  The trip back on the four-hour boat seemed to take forever, but at least we were surrounded by beauty and not towing a trailer over winding roads.
Rainbow Falls

Departure dock to Stehekin
The demanding drive through North Cascades National Park the next day was quite a contrast, especially as we got into some very steep and curving roads west of Winthrop and over Rainey Pass. The peaks were often hiding in the clouds but we got a few glimpses.  Our almost empty campground in Newhalen was at an elevation of only 500 feet, reminding us of the lush vegetation just  up the Santiam Canyon from Salem.

Entering North Cascades National Park from the East

We had planned to spend more time at North Cascades NP.  But the trails still had snow on them and the mountains were clouded in.  We learned from the ranger that peak season really doesn't start until mid-july, hence the empty campgrounds and almost empty roads.  The forecast was for rain so we left for home on Thursday morning, getting to Salem eight hours later.  The traffic jams in Seattle and Portland were  at their legendary best.  

We now call this trip the Dam Tour.  We started out to see beautiful scenery and go places we hadn't been before.  We succeeded in that.   In the process we must have come upon 15 or more hydroelectric dams and actually visited two of them.  As a result, we now know just a little more about hydraulics, electricity, engineering, and the big complex world in which we live.  It was a damn good tour overall!


From the Diablo Lake overlook



Gorge Falls Near Newhalem


Tuesday, June 17, 2014

The Amazing Grand Coulee Dam

Fathers Day, 2014

Even though our daughters are thousands of miles away, it was a good Father’s Day.  We started off with a nice breakfast at the Airstream rally in Sacajawea  State Park.
Breakfast with fellow "Streamers"

Best of all, we got to explore new roads and see some truly spectacular things—the upper Columbia River basin and the Grand Coulee Dam.  We became very interested in the dam after listening to the book The Boys on The Boat, which was all about the UW rowing team preparing for the 1936 Munich Olympics during the Great Depression.  To pay for tuition, two of the team members spent a summer suspended from ropes high above the river jack hammering away at the granite cliffs.

The approach to the dam is like driving the Columbia Gorge, only on a small windy road with different formations, but spectacular just the same.


Along the way to Grand Coulee
We stayed in Steamboat Rock State Park, a very delightful surprise, and we wish we could have spent a couple more days for hiking and biking.
Steamboat Rock State Pa4k

Lush green campground








The Grand Coulee is reputed to be the largest concrete structure in the world.  Nearly a mile wide and 46 stories high, there is enough concrete in it to complete two four-foot sidewalks around the world two times.  Unlike the Boulder Dam on the Colorado River, it’s not much to look at because so much of it is under water.  What makes it impressive are its statistics, engineering breakthroughs at that time, and the sheer amount of effort it took to complete it.  Just one of the new generators, for example, processes more water than the entire Colorado River at the Boulder Dam does in a day—and there are eight of them, plus several smaller ones!

The Grand Coulee Dam from Vista Point
The Grand Coulee Dam fills you with pride about American ingenuity and what we are capable of doing.  However, it is also a depressing reminder of our current lack of vision, political will, and taxpayer unwillingness to invest in the future because “it is a government project.”  Never mind the fact that it helped us win WWII with the electricity for aluminum aircraft, the shipyards, and plutonium production.  It is now a hugely profitable economic engine for Washington that provides so much agricultural bounty, including our favorite, wine grapes.  Some of the power is shipped all the way to San Diego, but a good amount of that is lost during transmission.

 We highly recommend a visit to the visitor center (except for the annoying fake jackhammer that kids play with constantly, which I would have done if I had seen it at a young age).  We also recommend the guided tour.  After a security screening stricter than at airports, we got to go below the surface of the water, see a few generators, and ride across the top of the dam in a van, under the watchful eye of a cop in a bullet-proof vest toting an assault rifle shadowing us.
We left the place with two familiar feelings that we get when we visit impressive places like this:  1) we stand on really broad shoulders of giants that preceded us, and 2) we enjoy the shade of trees planted by someone who never knew us.

Next stop—Lake Chelan and the North Cascades National Park.

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Let the Summer Begin!

A lot has happened since the last blog.  My elbow is much better, to the point where I have resumed Pilates twice a week and road and mountain biking.  Weight lifting or swimming laps are still out of the question until the end of summer.

Groovy! 
I attended my last board meeting two weeks ago, our last symphony was three weeks ago, and last Sunday we attended our last fundraiser/auction for the season, so let the sumer begin.  Actually, the Rotary 70's party/fundraiser was fun. Even though I haven't been around very much, work has been exciting and business has been booming.  My book, The Confident Retirement Journey, is scheduled to be featured in the Encore supplement of the June 23 Wall Street Journal.


Kathy has been extremely busy with her national and local Assistance League duties, traveling twice to California since the last post. She has another 5-day board meeting in Burbank in late July.  Her 89-year old mother has physically recovered from her February stroke, but still has cognitive issues and is very unhappy and resentful about living in a retirement community instead of alone in a duplex.   It's up to her to find and execute an alternative and  and frankly, we'd be very surprised if she pulled it off.
And speaking of living arrangements, late May marked the 5th anniversary of our move into our condo at the Meridian. The place is now 92% occupied, mostly by renters.  That said, we love it here--the location, the convenience, the view, and our community of neighbors who live downtown and a few doors or floors down.
Summer view from one of our decks
We got the trailer out of mothballs and took it on a trip to the Redwoods and south Oregon coast.  I went tent camping on the Metolius River by myself. Initially Kathy couldn't go because she took her mom to the Portland rose parade and had too much Assistance League work to do.  But she got to go for just an hour or so because I lost my keys mountain biking, and she graciously made the four-hour round trip to rescue me.


Sunset at Sacajawea State Park
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We're now at an Airstream Rally at Sacajawea State Park in Pasco Washington. It's good to see some old friends and make new ones over good food and wine.  It's also the site of a big bluegrass festival, but after a couple hours of  the high nasal voices and the same repetitive banjo licks, we're ready to go on a long bike ride and do some wine tasting tomorrow.

Here's a link to some photos so far.

Redwoods:

Summer 2014 (so far):





Sunday, April 6, 2014

So Much for the Dragon--My Right Hand Feels Better and Does Things Better

Things are looking up!. I got my big clunky cast removed on Friday and I now have a flexible elbow band and a custom-designed wrist guard. Unfortunately the wrist guard is not all that comfortable and it restricts my thumb and finger movements more than previously. I need to drive to Eugene on Monday to get a new fitting.  

But it will be nice to shower and use my right hand more than was previously possible. I even got to drive the car today to an appointment!  
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It looks worse than it feels.

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It's so nice to bend my elbow and use my fingers!


I'll be in this  get-up for another month before the start of physical therapy and more active exercise beyond walking recumbent bicycling. That seems like an eternity away.  Meanwhile, I got very exhausted just walking the four-mile round-trip to the Saturday market, so maybe I should just ease back into things.  But nagging in the back of my mind is what I so well remember from college physics and every break in physical training over the years--it's so much harder to get back into shape than it is to simply stay in shape.  

And my Dragon?  She's fine on my tablet, as long as it doesn't involve formatting, web links, etc. It simply is not feasible at work.   It seems like I spend far more time correcting and editing than I do to just type it out in the first place.  

And speaking of editing, I got bad news-good news the same day of getting my cast off.  The Wall Street Journal was going to run a feature on my book, The Confident Retirement Journey. Well, that got bumped at the last minute, but the editor of the Encore supplement (which deals with retirement) assured me it would be in the May or June issue.  



Saturday, March 29, 2014

Training my Dragon

With this blog post, I am trying to train my dragon. No, I am not talking about the cute land iguana from the Galapagos Islands, but rather the Dragon voice recognition software on my computer.  If you have ever tried to have an intelligent conversation with Siri on your smart phone, then you know that this will not be an easy undertaking,  especially with my right arm in a cast from the shoulder to my knuckles. 

My last few blogs have about our very enjoyable adventures traveling in South America. However not all midlife adventures are fun, as anyone over the age of 50 probably knows by now. I have been plagued with a partially torn tendon on my right elbow for the past two years, and it got to the point where it is difficult to pull open a car door or open a jar lid, let alone do fun things like cook, snowboard, or ride a bicycle. 

Therefore, after great procrastination and hesitation, I finally underwent surgery on Wednesday to reattach the tendon to my right elbow. However, like most home improvement or other projects I undertake, I always seem to underestimate the scope and complexity of the project, or in this case the pain, the lack of mobility, and my dependence on others. 




Now, three days later I can say that I have turned the corner and I am feeling better. It is so nice to live in the 21st century with modern medical procedures, anesthesia, and painkillers.  According to my Dragon, the definition of adventure is taking a risk in the hopes of a favorable outcome. 

So far, I am optimistic about my elbow, but not so sure about  the adventure of getting my Dragon--or my left hand-- trained. 

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Home, Photos, and our Next Adventure

It’s hard to believe that one week ago today, we were hiking among the marine iguanas on volcanic rock and snorkeling with giant sea turtles in very cool water along a Galapagos Island cliff. 


Us in our early 60's
Us in our early 90's


The trip home was long and uneventful, except that for the first time in 37 years our bags didn't arrive with us, but we were happily reunited with them 36 hours later.

We’re back to reality.  Kathy’s mom is doing well physically, but the stroke has affected her (and us) in other challenging ways.  Kathy is getting caught up on a mountain of national Assistance League board items, and Ron’s office functioned smoothly (perhaps even better) in his absence.  It’s good to be back.

Our next mid-life adventure is Ron’s long-postponed elbow surgery on Wednesday for a partially-torn tendon.  He could be in a sling and a cast for six to eight weeks, but hopefully less.  So Saturday was spent doing physical things like getting our Airstream out of storage and bringing out the plants and furniture on the deck.  As soon as this blog is posted, Ron is going out for one last long bike ride, which will be his last for a couple of months. 

Our previous blogs have had a few photos, and we thank you for all your positive feedback.   Here are more and better ones. You can access them by clicking on the following Facebook links, whether you are on Facebook or not. 






Monday, March 17, 2014

The Galapagos—March 12-17


What a special place!  We had heard or read many accounts that the Galapagos Islands were overrun by tourists and the environment was degraded.  In our experience, that simply isn’t true.  It is probably the most pristine area we have ever visited, to the point where it’s impossible to find litter or to see tourists out of your group.

Nearly all of the islands, excluding a couple of towns within them, are in a highly-regulated national park system.  Only 5% if populated or in agriculture. 

The Baltra Island airport and immigration employees commute 1.5 hours each way every day to and from, Guayaquil, Ecuador on the mainland.  The park authorities strictly control the timing of the boats so that there that any given island, cove, or bay there are just a few visitors at any one time.  All island landings are either ‘wet’ or ‘dry’ by Zodiac rafts, and all visitors must be accompanied by a naturalist, all of whom are excellent.  No food or ‘nature calls’ to the bushes are allowed.  It’s impossible to find a scrap of litter on the ground or to hear the drone of a helicopter tour above.


About the size of Nevada, the islands straddle the equator.  They are the result of volcanic activity, the most recent major flow was only five years ago, and we got to walk over its beautiful blackness and designs. Except for the highlands, most areas get three inches of rain per year.  The variety and contrasts of each island and the parts of them are beautiful and stunning. We get the sense that we are in the midst of a living geologic, ecological, and natural selection laboratory.



Our days consist of a hike and snorkeling each morning and afternoon.    Each day gets better than the last and the animals we see get bigger.  The main attraction is the unique animals, who aren’t afraid of us.  Some people really go nuts over the unique vegetation, the geology, or the 13 species of Darwin Finches, but we most loved the big critters, like the giant tortoises, seals, iguanas, sea lions, marine iguanas, pelicans, and Ron’s favorite—the boobies (as in blue-footed seagull-like birds). 







Boobies!



 The snorkeling isn’t all that spectacular as far as beautiful coral and colorful fish go.  However, it’s quite a thrill to see sharks, colossal sting rays, marine iguanas, penguins zooming by or to swim with sea lions and within a herd of giant turtles with shells three-feet across, soaring gracefully in the water like a bird flies through air.  Some of them even touched us.



Our ship, The Galapagos Legend, is the largest in the islands, with 84 passengers aboard, and with no casinos, professional live entertainment, or typical cruise formalities.  We’ve met some interesting people from all over the world, and we’ve particularly enjoyed the Aussies in our 14-person raft all five days.  The food is good and overly-plentiful, the bar is always open, and conversation and eating are the main shipboard activities.  And there is always a lecture of some sort or the ever-popular siesta option.




And as far as the entire trip went, it was a great group of people.  We've made new friends and enjoyed each other's very interesting and jovial company.  Vantage, the tour company, and Leyles Gutierrez the on-the-ground program manager, really went out of the way to remove a lot of the friction of traveling in this part of the world and to find ways for us to connect culturally and to know what really goes on beneath the surface.  

Machu Picchu had an instant WOW factor.  But the Galapagos did as well, over a five-day period. The Galapagos Islands have been on our bucket list for nearly two decades, and we’re grateful that we finally got the wonderful opportunity to experience them.  They exceeded our expectations, and it was worth the wait!


Now we re-enter the fast-paced technological and wired world we left behind.  Home Tuesday evening.