Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Marble canyon hike and Walcott 2009 reception



Just a quick post as we will add more photos and commentary from our hike later.

We arrived in Banff Sunday night and after checking in and fussing had a very beautiful dinner in the Centre dining hall. This was a high end special in the Three Ravens Restaurant, on the same floor as Vistas hall and open to the views of the mountains. It's 360 glass, and lovely even when there's atmosphere surrounding in the form of clouds. It was very hot and we ran the fan all night.

Unlike other conference goers, we didn't arrange to go on any conference hikes. We had already done the Mt. Stephen one, and just are not up to doing the one to the Walcott quarry, though it is the trip of a lifetime. Instead, we had arranged with Joel Hagen who runs Great Divide Interpretation [http://www.greatdivide.ca/] to take a short hike with little elevation so Alice could get used to the heights in the Rockies. That thankfully didn't end up being the problem: there was too much sun because we hiked in a part of the Kootenay (koo' tun ee) Forest that had burned in 2003. We had heard about this fire because it was actually several fires which joined and burned hot over an extremely large area. Driving from Cranbrook to Banff, we viewed the devastation from the road and were shocked by the immensity of the burn. However, our hike helped us understand the fire ecology and we were impressed that it was more than 5 years ago that the fire had occurred.

We had taken a hike with Joel in 2002 when we were here before with Robin. Alice had already sprained her ankle and had indifferent physical therapy; so limited hiking was our goal. And a few years before, in 1999, we had taken the Mt. Stephen hike to the trilobite site, Ogygopsis bed; so doing contemporary natural history was also welcome. Joel was a great guide and we were spoiled at having him all to ourselves. This time we learned about the succession of plants following the fire and the geology of the limestone (not really marble) canyon.

The sun was really too much for Alice despite covering, hat and tons of sunblock and water. However, after a nap, we went to the reception/icebreaker at the Whyte museum where there was a terrific small exhibition of artifacts surrounding Walcott's discovery. Notably there wasn't anything from the Smithsonian, where Walcott took his hoard of fossils. His panoramic photographs of the mountains were lovely, and it's always great to see the mountains, even though we had just seen them.

We decided to get supper and go to bed early; so had a comfortable Japanese meal at Suginoya: beautiful sushi with that gorgeous Japanese pearly rice and a noodle broth bowl with preserved wild vegetables. Not sure whether it was wild mustards, but it could have been dandelions: they just pick what's around. Also pickled radish, plum and a delicious cabbage pickle. Seems as if Banff has more chain eating (the Keg and Tony Roma's) than we remember. Early to bed in anticipation of 8:30 plenary!

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Nelson and Kootenay Lake

Alice likes the stone buildings in Nelson: art school and Selkirk College. Nelson was once a big railroad town.

On Saturday, in the Seattle-like heat of Nelson, after packing up and having lunch at the historic Hume Hotel, we visited the town museum. This beautifully air conditioned facility, in one of the many historic buildings, had some interesting historical photographs and objects, and psychelic oil paintings of various older houses in the town, definitely in the tradition of the Canadian Group of Seven. More iced coffee at Oso Negro, where Alice added food reviews of Nelson to Odaria on Twitter, a last visit to the Otter book store, and we were ready to head east. One last stop was to a BC liquor store to buy a bottle of Havana Club rum, unavailable in the US and said to be far superior to the contemporary productions of Bacardi.

We drove along the West Arm of Kootenay Lake for about a half hour, heading to the ferry dock for the ride across the huge and beautiful lake, naturally occurring and miles and miles long, and seemingly as wide as Puget Sound, as the ride took about as long as from Edmonds to Kingston. We thought it more beautiful than Lake Tahoe, in an area not so dry and surrounded by mountains and evergreen trees. The intense heat had moderated, and afternoon clouds, which later led to another spectacular thunder and lightning storm, shielded us from the sun, so we could fully enjoy the views from the little car ferry. Picture: Riding on the MV Balfour.

Once across, we stopped in the small community of Crawford Bay, which has an outstanding array of craftspeople, especially broom makers and a blacksmith. We bought a find hand broom attached to an iron handle for Wanda, and learned that the broom makers, whose workshop was closed for the day, had made brooms for various movies, as well as the Canadian publisher of Harry Potter books.
http://www.northwovenbroom.com/
The road trailed south along the east shore of the Lake for miles, with many gorgeous views, and we began to spot peaks from the higher Rocky Mountains to the east as we headed for Cranbrook, where we slept well but didn't see much other than the thunderstorm, the fast-food lined strip along the highway, and the vast parking area of our Best Western motel.

Friday, July 31, 2009

Travel along the Crow's Nest Highway

As indicated in yesterday's tweet, we began our day in Hope, BC with excellent coffee and tuna sandwiches at the Blue Moose Cafe. We had stayed in Hope the first time we went to Banff in 1993. Robin was 5 and we camped along the way, but our first stop, in Hope, allowed him to play at this playground and park which seems to be undergoing a huge reconstruction, including a number of these shellacked cute-ish wild animal sculptures. We really appreciated the kid friendliness of civic parks in BC, and the kindness of the children who played in them. Hope is the location of the confluence of the Coquihalla and Fraser Rivers.


Jim is dwarfed by the greatness of Lordco, proving the hierarchical nature of the great chain of being through its godlike divine power. LORDCO is a fond and humorous memento of the first trip to Banff , which actually was a trip to Drumheller and the Tyrrell Museum there. Our motivation for that trip was vertebrate fossils in the form of the dinosaurs found in the Drumheller Valley: rich in fossil fuel, the area proved to be replete with Cretaceous creatures. The Royal Tyrrell Museum is about an hour and a half from Calgary, and to our minds is the British Museum of Dinosaurs. We've been there twice with Robin, but since this trip focuses on invertebrate fauna, we're only going as far as Banff.


Before we left, I dropped some artwork off to be scanned for the Medieval Women's Choir cd, Laude Novella, that will come out this fall. In consultation with our director and friend Margriet Tindemans told me her sister is coming to visit from Holland next week and after a few days will take her family on a road trip to California. Like the tourists now shown in this picture of the "Dutch Star," they will rent and drive a massive motor home. Margriet says her sister does not own a vehicle at home and rarely drives, but will assume the driving of this monstrosity. I had no idea, but there is an entire industry, clear from the special model identification on this van, of making these excursion vehicles available to Dutch tourists in North America. I think Margriet's sister was going to rent hers in Bellingham or Snohomish county, but she told me there's a huge company in Vancouver since it's popular to drive around western Canada, too. Got to say I wondered about these large vehicles, since when I was at the North Cascades Park residency, they were widening the roads for accessibility to rv camping sites to accomodate them. Wow! the 21st century.

We drove along highway 3 in southern British Columbia through provincial parks, First Nations reservations and finally, near Osoyoos, great orchards of stone fruits such as cherries, apricots and peaches. I had thought most of these were north of here, around Penticton, Kelowna and Vernon, but signs in the town of Cawston indicated that it had more organic farmers, or orchards, than anywhere in Canada. Very beautiful area, but I wondered since it's all irrigated whether they are having trouble with mineral build up as they do in California's central valley, which has become quite toxic (selenium? not sure). We did see a large reservoir/pond which had evaporated leaving telltale salts. We need to consult with these orchardists about good food to be had, since we didn't find any in Osoyoos.

Just outside Hope and before reaching the Okanagan Valley, we drove through Manning Provincial Park, a very beautiful part of the North Cascades, and we saw the far upper Skagit River flowing southward toward Hozemeen and Ross Lake in the US National Park. We identified the valley through which the Skagit flowed north into the Fraser River before geologic events changed its course to southward a million years ago. Highway 3 is aptly named the Crowsnest Highway, due to many great high vistas, and the indicator sign has a cool looking crow on a nest behind the number 3.

On the other side of Osoyoos are interesting towns linked with water: rivers mostly and some lakes. Immigration of Russian pacifists, Doukhobors, in the early 20th century is still seen in towns like Grand Forks--lots of places advertising borscht here and in Castlegar, and many Russian names seen on timber companies and orchards.

On our first night in Nelson, we had dinner and outside were street musicians playing Django Reinhardt style music very well: guitar, harmonica, violin and bass. We picked up their CD and strolled back to our hotel; many restored historic buildings here from a hundred years ago, and a setting on an arm of the huge Kootenay Lake below forested mountains. After we got into bed, there was an amazing thunderstorm, with huge and for a while almost continuous flashes of lightning. All the lights went out, apparently all over town for almost two hours. This was not the first such storm we've seen in the North Cascades over the past 6 days! Summer in the mountains surely brings spectacular weather, and it is finally cooling down as we prepare to explore Nelson on this Friday morning.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

An Unexpected Party

Sitting at painting work, contemplating the continuing heat wave and the forecasting possible temperature increase, nearly a week before our anticipated departure, I received a phone call from Moria Peters: she and Steve were coming to the Pacific Northwest and could spend a few days with us before we went to Banff. What a treat! As you can note from March 2008, we visited them at their home in Santa Fe, New Mexico, where the legend of Albuquerque Jim began. So we chilled as best we could, starting with faux tropical feast and cocktails Saturday (July 25). On Sunday, after a necessary stop in Shilshole at Marination Mobile, the Korean/Hawaiian taco truck in Seattle, we drove up the Skagit River to North Cascades National Park.

It was extremely warm, and we took the Cascade River Road toward the Chelan trailhead. We passed highway cone with a letter sized sign in Marblemount, ignoring it. However, we also noticed a number of US Forest Service trucks and other green vehicles coming down the mountains, and wondered whether a Sunday work party indicated urgency. Near the end of the road, but not as far as the trailhead, the gate was closed. Steve spoke with a hiker and we all quizzed her: the night before they had sustained a dramatic thunderstorm with buckets of rain. Well, the Cascade River Road washed out between our gate and the trailhead, stranding the vehicles of those weekend hikers. She said it was thrilling, but their vehicle was at this stop, and they were headed home, unlike those who awaited road repair. Having lived up in the park during the fall of 2006 (I blogged in Live Journal, odaraia), we experienced this during the fall storms, usually much more dramatic in eroding the mountains and hillsides, and culminating in a serious washout of highway 20 in November. Jim missed work then when he couldn't return to Seattle for a couple of days.

So we drove down the river road and east on highway 20 up to the Lake Ross overlook to view Mt. Hozemeen, always breathtaking to see Canada up the gorge. While there, we felt, heard and saw the drama of the mountain lightning storm. The bolts were coming out of the clouds and striking the peaks: we saw two strike Pyramid Peak and the first was followed by the telltale smoke of a forest fire.

By way of nostalgia, we went by Camp Tender, where I stayed in the park, and to see the vista from the visitor's center. The view of the Picket Range look familiar? Also, I've included Moria's clouds. The alpen glow and sunset reflections were deeply dramatic.

Yesterday, we left home around 7 pm, after record heat in Seattle above 103 degrees F (never in recorded history). Hard to pack and get organized in the heat, we moved so slowly that our drive in Sedro Woolley and north on highway 9 was in twilight/dark. However, we again viewed a lightning storm, this time more dramatic with quinacridone gold bursts of brilliant branches dispersed to the brewing clouds against the dark sky.
We arrived in Hope, BC, and are preparing for the next leg of our journey to Nelson, BC.
For information on North Cascades national park:
http://www.nps.gov/noca/

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Portland and upcoming peregrinations


This year is filling with travel, not all with the car, which is repaired, but now has its navigation system compromised. Alice takes Wiwaxia to Portland next week for the exhibition, Cultural Sensibilities IV at the Littman Gallery at Portland State University, [April 3-29] with a week of feasts and activities with women artists from Korea and Portland. This image is of the work Alice will show, "O Rubor Sanguinis: Tu Flos Es," 1996, also the cover of the Medieval Women's Choir's first cd of music by Hildegard von Bingen.
Robin leaves for Egypt on April 7, and will return to Olympia in mid May after a month there and two weeks in Jordan.
Then there's a possible trip to DC in June for a conference for Jim and some patriotic gushing if Alice goes, too.
Our most significantly fun trip will be to Banff in August for a 100th anniversary conference celebrating the discovery of the Burgess Shale. For the uninitiated, this extraordinary fossil site, discovered in 1909 by Charles D. Walcott, director of the Smithsonian, contains exquisitely preserved soft bodied invertebrate animals, including wiwaxia corrugata. This conference will be attended by students and renowned invertebrate paleontologists. The Burgess Shale is near Field, British Columbia, not far from Banff. If we are fortunate, we may travel to Jaspar as well.
Alice's brother Paul's daughter Tamara is preparing nuptials for September 5 in Glen Ellen, California, known for Jack London's home and more recently Napa wine country. It will be hot, but family reunions have their charm.
We are still pending information on Albuquerque Jim's appearance at reunion in San Mateo this year.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Wiwaxia in the shop

I could see it coming: at 80th and Dayton going east on my way to feldenkreis and yoga, I thought "here's a good situation asking for an accident." Less than a minute later, I was hit from behind in a three car pile up. Wiwaxia is now in Arne's on Greenwood: not as damaged as the Prius squeezed between it and the jeep that hit us. Gravity was part of it. I'm ok. Bad things have happened on my birthday before. Completing any part of my March to do list is affected by my current part time job of dealing with insurance and car rental.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Restoration in San Jose and East Bay Blues


While the timing of this trip was to view the exhibition from the national museum of Afghanistan that is currently at the Asian American Art Museum in San Francisco, Alice had an outstanding obligation to San Jose State: do some simple restoration at the student health center's women healers mural. So we got up on Monday, joined by Kathy Glassley who lives in San Leandro and was the documentor of the mural as it was painted to spend the day in beautiful San Jose. It is still a beautiful city. Touch up was pretty minimal for something that has been in an institutional setting for almost 30 years. Kathy has agreed to go back in a month to seal it. I'm hoping that the newer paint will not cause problems on top of the old. Kathy assisted in cleaning some of the surface as there was dust and the occasional coffee spill.
We had a perfect lunch at La Victoria Taqueria, near the campus (I warned Jim not to eat on campus!) and headed back to San Leandro where Alice viewed Kathy's studio/craft/music room and talked about Kathy's antique jewelry collection. We had met up with Kathy's husband Ray, also known by Alice since community college and sds days, spending the evening most agreeably laughing about kids, families, work and the political situation, dining later at Vo's vietnamese restaurant on Parrott Ave. While not Tamarind Tree or Green Leaf, it does serve fresh food, including green papaya salad. There is a predominance of prawn dishes (Alice avoids arthropods), so there were things we didn't try on the menu. We expect to see Kathy on Wednesday, going to Golden Gate Park to see the new Academy of Sciences, the old one a place of fond childhood memories for both of us.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Mendocino twilight and a day at the beach

Few pictures in this missive today; we drove 101 south through the Avenue of the Giants, stopping for chai and a break in Garberville (isn't Garberville a town in Pynchon's Vineland by another name?). How can I get a residency in this town? It sure looks as affluent as one might assume given the dominant hemp related industry here. We decided there wasn't enough time to enjoy going down 1 to Mendocino (the town); so took the inland route and checked Trip Advisor for restaurants in Ukiah.

Driving through the California oak hills at twilight, we couldn't tell whether the oaks were affected by what we had heard about blight. Crusing with Silk Road music and Pearl Jam, we arrived in Ukiah around 6. We had read about Patrona in Trip Ad. [see the review we wrote] and got the last table available just by walking in. Isis of the table was surely with us. The food was carefully made and well presented, service appropriate and sensible. We had no wine due to driving, but they pride themselves on their locally stocked cellar. More than made up for a dismal lunch. We also checked in with Robin. Thousands marched in Seattle from Capitol Hill to Westlake Center (downtown shopping center) to protest the unfairness of Proposition 8 in California.

We arrived in San Leandro and checked in close to 11, buzzed on coffee, channel surfing and scanning google and al jazeera for news. It's very quiet at this inn, despite proximity to the airport and being in the middle of the Bay Area because the rooms are so effectively soundproofed. And Oakland airport is not super busy; so when it's not travel time, with the deck door open over the marina, the sound of birds and water is very relaxing.

We left for El Granada to visit friends Marguerite and Ray, whom Jim has known since childhood. Another childhood friend, Ron Federighi, had died earlier this year, while living and working in Thailand and in the absence of any family organized memorial (probably postponed due to complicated transportation issues), Jim and Ray spent time in their own grief visiting Ron's old house in Moss Beach and the marine reserve there. We were not the only ones in sunny nearly 80 degree weather who wanted to go to the beach on Sunday. The sign on highway 92 once we crossed the Hayward/San Mateo bridge indicated it would take 72 minutes to get to Half Moon Bay. It was slow going, but we have Air conditioning. Alice channeled her mom in thinking she was safe to come to California in November, could avoid the heat, as Eleanor had said when visiting us in December 1991 or 2 during that crazy blizzard that shut the city down and left kids stranded along hilly bus routes, "there's a reason I left Connecticut: the snow. I'm not coming back to Seattle again this time of year." Well, guess I'll have to fly or train it in the winter if I want to avoid the problematic Siskyous, because November is now off the list of acceptible months for visiting the golden state.

We walked along the absolutely packed beaches from Marguerite's and Ray's house to Sam's, a very popular fish place, advertising its food as from sustainable fisheries, but everything was flown in from far away: ahi, lobster, etc. Guess there's no more sustainable fishery in the fishing village of Princeton, site of our memorial lunch after a visit to Pescadero beach after my father died in 1982. All those stories are now shriveled in the sun and walked over by extreme surfers, picnic goers and the madness of crowds. But it was great to see Marguerite and Ray, admire Ray's growing car collection and discuss San Francisco eating options with Marguerite. We are trying to encourage Ray to join the Albuquerque Jim table at the 40th high school reunion. He is stubborn, but we have optimism in Marguerite's winks and smiles. The sunset, too, was stunning, although I'm sure the colors were improved by the smog everywhere.

On our way back to San Leandro, we had dinner with raconteurs and bon vivants Jim Chanteloup and the fabulous Cookie Wong, serious musicians. They took us to Divino (second night in a row for Italian, but it was real Italian [review also in Trip Advisor]) and we discussed friends, politics, the economy and family. Jim C is also a long time friend of Jim's, and Cookie, formerly of San Francisco, is now the toast of the peninsula: they put a band together to play for Bob and Nancy's wedding in Belmont in 1995?, and it was terrific.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Trip to the Land of Red Wood

Left home later than we wanted on Wednesday; Alice sick with a cold and slow. Dinner in Olympia with Robin who was full of a film by a former Evergreen student about ethnic status issues among Israelis: whether sephardic (lower) or ashkenazi (middle) or ashkenazi Israelis who aren’t religious (highest status). He found it fascscinating. Great to see him. He’s looking well.

On through the night to Eugene and stayed at our port in a storm, the New Oregon, across the street from U of O. Alice had stayed here in 1989 with Robin when the Volvo’s fuel system crashed. It was very comfortable and always is a first choice in travel along this corridor for convenience and cost. The Willamette is right outside, making the hotel quiet as well as convenient to the river walk past the university’s experimental and organic gardens.

Alice slept during the early part of our drive from Eugene south. In Grant's Pass, we missed Summer Jo's restaurant (seasonal title was a tipoff), but found good food in a downtown strip mall at Blondie's Bistro, a nicely done big space with Italian specialties, sandwiches, salads. This was lunch, but it looks like a good nighttime place. Drove from Grants Pass, OR along pretty autumn rivers with maple and oak? not sure, but getting into redwood country once in California, traveling along the Smith River.

Fog set in before Jedediah Smith Park, where big redwoods grow. We found out later that we could have taken an alternative route through some of the largest redwood groves, but still saw some big trees and hints of groves. In any event, a blanket of fog set in from the 101 junction above Crescent City, which lasted through to our destination at Requa.

We bought gas in Crescent City, pumped by a nice man, my age or older. Not a new machine for credit cards; most folks doing cash. I said it won’t take as much as a full tank; my husband worries we’ll run out, but not with Wiwaxia’s engine. He said, “he must drive a truck", and laughed. I said because it runs right through and he grinned yes. Stopped in the Safeway, hemming and hawing over a bottle of wine. Only WA wine was St. Michele; so got Cotes Du Rhone to eat with picnic supper from Provisions once in Requa. Jim's prejudice, based on Kenneth Rexroth and other 20th century reports, that Crescent City was hostile to outsiders, did not play out, although Zagat would find little of interest here. It is a very pretty location, and we found a large number of California Sea Lions in the harbor.

Arrived in fog at Requa Inn to a lovely room, and friendly host Dave. Used the downstairs tv with dvd to watch Dae Jang Geum after our supper.
11.14
Awoke early to shower and dawn in sw facing windows overlooking the last bend in the Klamath River. The town of Klamath is Yurok land, Yuroks speaking an Algonquin-based language, unique among California Indians according to one book. The literature around the parks and from rangers indicated that Yuroks are active in seeking to remove four hydro dams from the upper Klamath. Toxins have accumulated at dangerously high levels. It's hard to tell whether it’s toxins or diverting water or both causing demise of salmon fishery in Klamath. People know about it here.

We drove toward the mouth of the river, up from our inn to a cliff lookout. There was a ranger with two volunteer naturalists set up to watch for whales, complete with interpretive kits and spyglasses. No whales, but plenty of pelicans, cormorants, a merlin and a log being pulled out to sea at a brisk pace, showing the power of local currents and riptides. We spent about an hour there and learned some lore. A splendid day, great for us all to be outside in the sun (even Alice, though I did have my hat!) after the weeks and weeks of rain. Some poems:

Pelican glides over sea.
After three weeks’ rain,
Klamath’s poison’s diluted.

Sun shafts on red trees through ferns,
nurse log wicks water,
titrates scarce salmon carcass.

Planets peek through fog sunset;
mushroom swells in rain.
Dawn announces Klamath’s mouth.

On the advice of the ranger, we took an old coast route on the south of the Klamath mouth. The washed out bridge has two mossy bear sculptures left with a placque about the destruction of the Yurok village by the flooding (log damage). Some of the road is paved, other is well graded gravel. We stopped to enjoy the sun, Alice somewhat limited with the cold.

Here's a photo of sunset at a beach south of Crescent City, Jim sitting on a picnic table, the tide going out to a minus.

On Friday afternoon, in Redwood National Park and Prairie Creek Redwoods state park. Saw a lot of Roosevelt elk, good bookstore at Prairie Creek visitors center, knowledgeable ranger at Kuchel visitor's center in the Nat'l Park. That center is at a very broad and beautiful beach, at the confluence of the storied Redwood Creek.

After surprisingly good Mexican lunch at Hacienda in Orick, got rejuvenation and wonder at Lady Bird Johnson grove, an area of ancient redwood forest which also was one of the longest walks Alice has been able to take in some time. We hadn't been here in 20 years, but it seems unchanged. The afternoon light shafted through the trees, leaving magical-looking places of light in the forest.

The warm, clear sunny weather continued on this usually overcast coast through to the weekend, and after leaving our very pleasant room at the Requa Inn, closing that day for the season, we drove south to Eureka. This is along a very beautiful part of the redwood coast with enormous lagoons and beautiful views of the ocean. Headed to Jim's great-grandparents' house, where he had often visited as a child. His grandmother Grace was born there in 1907, and Jim's mother lived there for several years up to the age of twelve. The house has had an addition, the barn was fixed and altered, but the house was well taken care of, and we got some pictures. Also saw a number of demonstrators leaving a rally about Proposition 8, the initiative that banned gay marriage. We should have taken Alice's advice and found lunch in Arcata--bad pub food at Lost Coast Brewery in Eureka should be avoided (there be hippogryphs). Made some reclamation or restitution at Eureka Natural Foods Store (not the coop), which also had very good coffee, and headed south.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Nahcotta and the Confluence Project


Jim and I spent a few days at the end of the summer on the Long Beach penninsula. Our cat Little Jane was declining, and leaving her with our veterinarian was a welcome break for Alice, who was spending time in feline intensive care. We enjoyed our stay at the Moby Dick Hotel, where we enjoyed some absolutely delicious meals, prepared fresh from the garden and with devotion. Here's a sunrise view through the window screen from our room, overlooking the yoga/meeting yurt. Sadly, there were no oysters, the beds having strangely and coincidentally reduced in spawn since spraying for spartina began in Willapa Bay. Our host, Fritzi Cohen, is working to eliminate this spraying. We are especially confused because our work at the Aquarium has led us to believe that characterizing the invasiveness of spartina in Washington state is overrated.
We were also fortunate to have beautiful weather for our trip to part of the Confluence Project by Maya Lin. I did some rubbing of some of the concrete etched text, a prayer by the Salish.