Sedona

28 08 2011

Sedona.

The perfect ending to a week of hiking, fishing and ‘roughing’ it.  Red rocks, dry heat and an inspirational landscape.

Get a panoramic view without having to hike up the mountains.  The Sedona Airport has a great scenic overlook that gets overlooked by the masses.

Chapel of the Holy Cross

Along the Broken Arrow trail, there’s a 12 mile fault line that marks a straight line through the red rocks. 

Hidden away at Red Rock Crossing is the perfect place to view Cathedral Rock.  A longer drive and a quick walk, or a quick drive and a longer walk and you can get an unobstructed view of one of the most photographed scenes in Sedona:  red rock formations glowing during sunset, cascading clouds and the whole scene reflected in water.





Here….Fish…Fish…Fish…Crawfish…

26 08 2011

I grew up salmon fishing in Port Alberni, BC.  Waking up at 3am, taking half of a Gravol pill (aka Dramamine) and falling asleep in the truck until we arrived at the boat launch.  Sometimes it was just me, other times it was me and my brother.   Regardless, we would stay awake until we got situated in the boat, wrapped up in blankets and got a quick thrill riding over the waves and boat wake in the pre-dawn light.  Then we fell back asleep until it was light out and my dad had been fishing for at least 3 hours.

During these summers we learned that we did not like waking up at 3am, salmon fishing is no big deal and my dad wanted us in the boat so the fish limit would increase and he could catch more fish, if the fish aren’t biting it’s time for a coffee break, and my brother and I were easily persuaded to do all of this for the promise of a 7eleven Slurpee.

Much to my surprise, in the middle of Arizona, I went fishing for the first time since my summer fishing trips almost 15 years ago.  This time we fished from the shoreline, in a freshwater reservoir, with a little ultra light rod and reel.

No, we did not catch wild salmon the size of a 5 year old, but we also didn’t wake up at 3am!

Because we were not fishing at the morning bite I didn’t catch any fish.  But I now realize that my special talent is to catch crawfish on a line!

It was a group effort, but we managed to catch almost a dozen crawfish.  My claim to fame is the old crawfish that was covered in moss that has probably been in that reservoir forever.   ‘The Old Man of the Lake’ .

And what does one do when one catches a dozen crawfish?  You have a crawfish boil!

More trouble than those little crawfish tails are worth, but definitely a fun little vacation activity.





A Second and a Third Look

26 08 2011

There is a huge difference between ‘seeing’ something and ‘experiencing’ something.

That 9.5 hour trek has bonded me to the Grand Canyon for life.  I can still remember how impressed I was at the scenery as we descended into the canyon, how happy I was when we reached the bottom of the canyon, the feeling of disbelief when we stepped up to the crest of the hill and realized that we still had another ½ a mile until we got to Plateau Point and my desperation for a water station and a tiny bit of shade.

After this bonding experience, to which I still haven’t put my runners back on or gotten rid of all of the red canyon dirt, we were no longer content to walk along the rim of the canyon and ooh and aahh with the rest of the tourists.  There’s only so long that you can stare down at a bunch of rocks in the middle of the day.  Soon enough it starts to all look the same.

Instead we looked for opportunities to see the canyon in a different light.  Like, the light of an approaching thunderstorm.  There’s nothing like feeling the force of a wind tunnel at the rim.

And probably the best light to see the Grand Canyon in…Sunset.  The rocks truly do light up and turn that deep red and orange and purple that you see on postcards.





Going on an Elk Hunt

14 08 2011

You would think that spotting an elk in the wilderness would be a special occasion.  We did too when we went searching for a herd of elk one evening on an off road trail.  We kicked up rocks and plenty of dust as we drove along the off road trails near the Grand Canyon and we were rewarded by coming across a herd of elk bulls.  We crept into the tall grass to take photos as these bulls with huge racks of antlers were feeding on their evening meal.

Even after we’d gotten back in the car and were far away from the herd we were still whispering.  We saw another elk bull munching on some grass right beside the road.  And a mixed herd complete with babies by one of the watering holes.

 

By the time we’d gotten back from our ride, we’d seen a ton of elk, mule deer, and I realized I may have a little fear of heights after we’d climbed the Lookout Tower at Grandview Point and it made me a little shaky.

We thought we’d really spotting something special seeing so many Elk that night, that is until we woke up the next morning to watch the sunrise and found that they were all over the main Grand Canyon Lodge grounds, and then to find that our campground was filled with Elk during Happy Hour.

So, if at first you don’t succeed…try again at dawn or dusk.





Yes. It is a Grand Canyon

14 08 2011

Who’s idea was it to hike to the bottom of the Grand Canyon??  Who’s idea was it to hike an extra 3 miles to Plateau Point to get a glimpse of the Colorado River??

Who’s idea was it to look at the “Warning DO NOT go past Indian Garden as a Summer Day Hike” after we finished our 12 mile, 3000 ft, 10 hour hike down to the bottom of the Grand Canyon, and most importantly, back up?

Regardless of who’s idea it was.   We did it.  WE DID IT!   I can’t believe we did it.

August 8, 2011 at 6:20am, Nathan, Jonathan and I started our hike down Bright Angel Trail.  We were bright-eyed and bushy tailed, and skipped merrily along the path, which was still encroached in shade.  We took time to pose for photos, take in the views of the Grand Canyon as the sun was rising over the cliffs, and it was so quiet we heard the stirring of chipmunks in the trees and mule deer eating their morning meal.

We blew right past the first rest area, without even having to top up our water bottles.  Then we started seeing some uphill traffic.  There was no random chatter from the hikers heading back to the top of the canyon, unless it was to ask how far the next rest area was.  Hmmmm…just a little bit intimidating.  People were hiking back up to the top with full overnight packs and camping gear.  Even in this early stage of the hike we felt sorry for them.

We made it to the 3 Mile Rest House and decided to keep on and we were rewarded for our efforts at Indian Garden.  Think lush green trees, vibrant cactus, and the sound of running water through a creek bed.  The best part – plenty of shade!  We made it to the desert floor at the bottom of the Grand Canyon.  But did we stop here?  Oh no – let’s keep going? What’s another 1.5 miles to get to Plateau Point and see the Colorado River????

The difference between Indian River and Plateau Point is SHADE.  We hiked 1.5 miles to the edge of a cliff in 110 degree heat in the blazing sun.  But we made it.  Thank goodness there was a water station at the point and a cool breeze.  Once the adrenaline wore off and we started our hike back, it was the sight of the oasis at Indian Garden that kept us moving forward.

It took us 3 hours to hike to Indian Garden (at the bottom of the Canyon) and an extra hour to hike to and from Plateau Point. It took us 5 hours to hike from Indian Garden back up to the top of the Bright Angel Trail Head at the top of the Grand Canyon.

I don’t think that I can describe how difficult this was.  We took cover in the tiny bit of shade that scrappy desert trees give off.  If we hiked for 7 minutes straight, this was a good job.  We drenched ourselves in water to keep our core cool as we hiked.  Sometimes the effort of lifting my legs to step up 6 inches over the logs on the path was too much of an effort and I started to walk along the rocks at the side of the trail so I didn’t have to lift my legs as high.  As we climbed higher the temperature got slightly cooler but the altitude made breathing harder.   There was no random chatter, just the sound of deep breaths, the swish of a water bottle, and two phrases:  “I just need to rest!” and “how far until the next rest house?”.

As we got closer to the top, the trail got busier with people who did not understand what we had gone through and what we were still going through.  Hikers stopping randomly in the trail, people wearing flipflops and eating Doritos, and people that just did not understand how hard it was for us to put one foot in front of the other.  Jonathan got his second or third wind and led the way the last 20 minutes of our hike.  He was the first one to the top.   But we all made it.

SUCCESS!





Mayday Mayday!

31 07 2011

This is an old photo of the ol’ Rocky Comfort when we first put her in the water 2 years ago.   Take a close look, I added a few additions to the photo to help illustrate my story for today.

Now, picture a very sunny hot day on Lake St. Claire in Michigan, put me in the spot where Loyd is and imagine that we are just leaving the dock.  With Nathan at the helm, I jump up to the front of the boat to help guide us through the dock poles.  And then…it happened.  If there was ever a reason to make sure that all your lines are organized, now would be the time.  See that ‘arrow‘ and the ‘orange circle‘?  Well, that would be the spot where I got caught up in the jib sheet lines and I fell over board into the lake water.  Yup.  I fell overboard.  And I don’t know how to swim.  It’s okay to laugh.  Obviously I survived and I’ve realized that if I fall out of a boat I know how not to drown.

It all happened in slow motion.  I almost heard the water splash around me before I realized that I had fallen in, but I kicked my legs and made it to the surface.  And then I hung on to the side of the boat, in shock for a little while, until Nathan told me to get my phone out of my pocket (so, if you’ve tried to call me, my phone is drying in a bowl of rice trying to suck out all the lake water).   Nathan tried to hoist me up, but that wasn’t going to work so I paddled over to the back of the boat and hung on to the dock for a while.  I tried to grab onto the dock and lift myself out of the water, but my arms were so weak!  Damn that Insanity work out that I did this morning with all of the push ups! (I actually did think that at the time, and ‘aren’t the Insanity workouts supposed to make my arms stronger?‘).

I did finally make it out of the water with a little help from the swim ladder.  And yes, we did end up going for a sail after I made it back into the boat.  I gave a little wave to everyone as we left the marina, since yes, there were spectators to my hopefully graceful fall overboard.  And if anyone is wondering if Nathan jumped into the water after me, the answer would be “No”, since at that point the boat was floating with no dock lines attached and it didn’t seem smart for both first mate and captain to be overboard with a runaway boat.

To think just moments before I fell into the water I was thinking, ‘I better not sit on the cushions right now since we just hosed them off, I don’t want to get my shorts wet or dirty.’  It’s like I jinxed myself!!

 





Change is in the air…

24 07 2011

Do you ever get the feeling that you’re so busy with keeping the things in your life organized that you start to lose the ability to organize anything?  That no matter how many things you can cross off your list, there’s always three items to add on for every item crossed off?  And when you wake up in the middle of the night; for that brief second between when you realized that you were awake and the next second when you turn over and go back to sleep, you have to literally stop your mind from picking up where it left off on your checklist.

It sucks doesn’t it.

Maybe instead of fighting against the flow it’s time to embrace the change and start moving in a different direction. Everyone always says, the only thing that remains constant, is change.





Have you been to Vancouver?

14 07 2011

If you haven’t, why not?





A Toast: to Small Pleasures

4 07 2011

With all of the things in this world that can cause stress and anxiety, it’s comforting to think of all of the things that can cause simple happiness and a feeling of contentment.

The jolt of joy that you get when you hear your friends have gotten engaged.  The instant image of a little baby face that forms when you hear that a new baby has decided to arrive.  The feeling of anticipation that you get when you have your feet dangling above the water and you’re waiting for a wave that will come up and splash you with cold water.  The feel of walking through cool grass with your bare feet.  The sound of a cat purring in your ear and re-reading a book you love because you like the way it makes you feel when you read it.

Hope everyone had a happy long weekend.





The Best of Boston

2 07 2011

Everyone always asks what city I like the best.  Usually I can’t answer that question – sometimes it all depends on my mood.  (Right now NYC not high on my list, but 6 months ago it was a chart topper).  Regardless of my favourite city, I have always been able to say that the city I wish I could spend more time in is Boston.

Despite the Canucks vs Bruins battle to the death, I don’t hold it against the city of Boston.  Although I did see a Bud Light banner that said, ‘Thanks for bringing home the cup‘, and I shook my fists of fury at it.  I calmed myself down, and decided that as long as I didn’t run into Chara  on the street, I should be fine.

2 Years ago I caught a glimpse of Boston in the backseat of a cab, winding through the alleyways that are Boston streets with a cab driver with the thickest Boston accent I’d ever heard.  We were in town for the Jay concert for one day only and didn’t have time to get more than a taste of Boston (although it was a great taste at Legal Seafood and my first taste of swordfish).  It was just enough to leave me wanting more.

This time I bypassed a taste and got a whole sampling menu of Boston.  Yes I was in town for work again.  Yes, I fell into a hole in the streets (those old brick cobblestones are not as sturdy as they look).  And yes, I did have my first whole lobster, complete with the lobster bib!  In fact, I didn’t stop there.  I also tried out the New England Clam Chowder (a must), oysters on the half shell, shrimp cocktail, and I even followed it up with a lobster roll.

And the piece de resistance?  A box of pastries from Mike’s Pastry.  Just walk down any street downtown Boston and you’re sure to see people walking in all directions with a box emblazoned with ‘Mike’s Pastry‘.  Apparently, it’s what one does in Boston.  You follow the crowds as they gather around the pastry shop, elbow your way inside, crane your neck to get a peek inside the pastry displays, give up and look at the pictures taped up close to the ceiling, and then realize that it’s cash only.

Someone was thinking when they put an ATM across the street.  Back into the line up again and try to decide which of the 15 types of cannoli’s you want to pick (accidentally call them cannelloni’s), or should you have a slice of ricotta cheesecake or tiramisu?  In the end, you say to the server, ‘I’m not going to tell you what I want, YOU tell me what I want’.  And you happily leave with a box of pastry that seems as though it weighs 5 lbs, but only contains one chocolate chip cannoli and a triple cream-filled lobster tail.  If you think about how heavy puff pastry is…think about how much cream filled these pastries to add that much weight to the box….

Overall, Boston is a very cool city, and I can still say the same thing, I wish I could spend more time in Boston.