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.





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!





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. 

 





On the Road Again

5 04 2011

Part of the job of traveling so much is to really take advantage of the travel and to pay attention to the surroundings.  There’s nothing worse than saying that you spent the last couple days, weeks, months, years traveling and you didn’t really see that much.  There’s ALWAYS something to see.  Whether it’s a woman coming out of the bushes and trolling for cigarettes at a truck stop (and then fading back into the bushes) or snow covered mountains within 20 minutes of the desert floor.  I admit that even the sight of some puffy white clouds amidst a vibrant blue sky in the driver side mirror has caught my attention.

Here are a couple of photos of things I came across from Las Vegas to Atlanta.

Most notable is the Cadillac Ranch or Cadillac Graveyard that you can see driving through Amarillo, TX.  It’s a public art installation from 1974 of 10 Cadillacs buried nose first into the ground.





Fig & 9th

24 02 2011

There’s just something about LA that makes you smile when you say, ‘I’m on my way to LA’ or ‘I’m in LA for the week’.  Sunshine, palm trees, great food and celebrity sightings, that’s what you think of when you think about LA.

For one week Fig and 9th was my home, the downtown corridor was my cafeteria, FedEx was my office and people asked me for directions.  And I could actually give people directions, instead of saying, ‘ooooh sorry, I’m not from here’.

During the Grammy’s and NBA All Star Weekend the palm trees were in abundance, it was a different trendy restaurant every night, and the celebrities flocked to town, but unfortunately the sunshine didn’t get the memo or else it had a big case of stage fright.  Not only was there very little sun, but it actually rained.  Rained.  There was drizzle, spitting, misting, rain showers, thunder showers, heavy rain and sprinkling.  (If you’re from Vancouver you know that there are endless types of rain). And people get desperate if they’re out and not expecting rain in LA.  Desperate, like paying $200 for an umbrella, desperate.  It’s a true story.

Despite the temperamental rainy weather, we did see some sunshine and the festivities continued on.  Unsurprisingly the sports enthusiasts were out in full force, rain or shine.  Surprisingly, the number of celebrity/athlete groupies that were hanging around almost matched the sport enthusiasts in number.  Teenage boys wearing basketball jerseys of their favourite team were bouncing off the walls trying to chase after the players.  Girls in short shorts and sleek flat ironed hair would teeter down the streets in their high heels.  I couldn’t help but almost feel the pain in the balls of their feet, and I did notice that although a lot of women were walking towards the stadium in their heels, they were walking away from the stadium in flip flops.

The biggest surprise were the groupies that would hang out in the lobby of the hotel.  Yes, we were staying at one of the official host hotels.  But really?  Walking into the lobby we were greeted by a crowd of girls (and a few guys) all dressed up standing in the foyer.  They weren’t sitting at the bar and casually keeping an eye on the door, they were standing in front of the door, eyes fixated on any movement at the entrance.

If I could have taken a photo without being too obvious I would have, instead, we spent time taking photos during the 1 hour of sunshine on Sunday morning.





Early Morning Exploring in Santa Fe, NM

16 02 2011

With less than 24 hours in Santa Fe (the 2nd largest art mecca in the US after NYC), we were up as the sun rose over the mountains and watched as the sky turned pink and then blue from the balcony of our room.

It was coooolllllddddd. But we layered up and went out to explore before the town even woke up.

We stumbled into hidden courtyards with restaurants and art galleries and the vibrant southwest colours were such a contrast to the snow.  It started snowing the light, dry, glittery snow and it felt like we were inside of a snow globe!

Can’t wait to come back in the summer!






Just go with the flow….

23 01 2011

Another early morning wake up and another sunrise as we crept into port at Nassau, Bahamas.

We had big plans to frolic with the fish at Rainbow Reef off the coast of Athol Island at 9am.  Too bad the weather didn’t cooperate.  It was so windy and the current was so strong that our tour was cancelled and all of a sudden we were left to our own devices to entertain ourselves in Nassau.  Other people in the group decided to head to the mega Resort Atlantis on Paradise Island (you can see it in the distance behind the lighthouse), but since we’re not ones to follow the crowd (like when we walked into the ghetto of St. Thomas) we headed into town at 9am.

All the cruisers hadn’t flocked to the stores yet so the streets were deserted.  It was a little unnerving and I couldn’t help but feel like we really stood out as tourists as we navigated along the cracked sidewalks…or just walked on the streets, dodging traffic when the sidewalk just stopped.   We found ourselves at “The Queen’s Staircase”, and I’m now starting to realize that all of these islands seem to have a historical staircase to draw tourists.  Apparently this was supposed to be a 65 step staircase, but there was some error when they paved the road and now it’s only 64 steps.

Soon bored with the staircase, forts that never saw any battles, and dodging traffic we found ourselves heading towards Arawak Cay.  We stumbled upon a beach that looked so picturesque it’s now saved as desktop wallpaper, but only because you can’t tell how windy and cold it is or feel the blowing sand stinging your legs.

A little too cold to laze on the beach, but I found some fantastic shells!  Although, look at the photo that Nathan took below.  He handpicked shells for an artistic assortment, but did he bring back those handpicked shells?  No!  He left them there and every time I look at this photo I feel regret for those shells left behind!!

We also saw a washed up sea urchin.  This, I was not tempted to take back with us.

We finally made it to Arawak Cay, advertised as the place locals come for conch, and after asking for some recommendations we found ourselves at Goldie’s Conch House for some local Bahamian Kalik beer, conch fritters and fresh conch salad.

We really got into the relaxed, slow pace of the Bahamian culture and started chatting with the locals as we watched as the buses of tourists came through to check out the collection of conch shells in the back.  With the exception of our camera on the table, I kind of felt like a local.

We ended up getting a ride out to Paradise Island to check out the Atlantis Resort, before taking a water taxi back to the ship.  By the afternoon the weather was gorgeous and I couldn’t help but look at the busy beaches (the same one that was deserted when we were shell picking) and the turquoise water and feel like we should have been frolicking in the water with the fish.  But we did end up having a pretty interesting day, even without being stalked by barracudas.

And with our final port behind us (only a measly 45 minute flight from Miami), we came to realize that our 9 day escape was coming to an end and it was time to head back to reality.





Cast Aways

22 01 2011

What does one do when you have two days at sea!?  Watch a cirque du soleil type Aqua Show, listen to Broadway musical standards at the Jazz Club, take goofy photos on the boardwalk, have a burger and milkshake at Johnny Rockets….and then run a few laps around the track and of course laze around on the sundeck watching the flying fish skim the water from the ship’s wake, and then flip over and watch the parade of bathing suit beauties.

And there’s always time to sit on the balcony and watch the birds divebomb the water until the sun starts to set.

These were the most relaxing of days when there’s time to visit the gym, take a yoga class, sun yourself, take a siesta and eat to your heart’s content.  Although I will admit that by the end of the trip I was just tired of eating….plus I ate a shrimp and one of it’s legs stabbed me in the tongue.  Talk about losing your appetite after that…for everything except for the delicious chocolate brownies on Deck 5.