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This Week on the Road - September 25th-October 1st

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This Week on the Road - September 25th-October 1st

Hiking on the High Divide Trail

Hello Everybody! It’s hard to believe it’s October already. The leaves are definitely turning here in Washington State and the stores are filled with skeletons and pumpkins. It’s definitely starting to cool down and the days are getting noticeably shorter. This week has brought me from the heart of spectacular Olympic National Park to the state capital of Olympia with a couple of cool small towns sandwiched in between. I put in another 20 miles on the trail this week which I’m pretty proud of and finally got my views of Mount Olympus. After a couple of weeks of small towns and national park, it was nice to return to the city, although Olympia is hardly a thriving metropolis. I finished off my week with a night off the road in the classic Olympic Club hotel in Centralia. All in all, it’s been another great week on the road and I can’t wait to tell you all about it.

Beautiful Sol Duc Falls

When I left you last week, I was up in Clallam Bay and headed back into Olympic National Park for another backpacking adventure. My trailhead for this trek was in an area of the park called Sol Duc, so I had a campground booked there for the night before I set off. Most people go to Sol Duc to see the famous triple waterfall at Sol Duc Falls and to soak in the natural hot springs. I’m sure you know by now how much I love to see and photograph waterfalls, and I like to do them as long exposures so I need a tripod to really do them properly. I certainly wasn’t carrying a heavy tripod with me in my backpack for three days, so I made the mile-and-a-half roundtrip stroll to the falls that afternoon before my hike began. This let me get the photos I wanted of the falls and also scout out the trailhead, take photos of the maps and information for reference and get a feel for the first mile of my hike for the following morning. It was a beautiful, shaded walk and the waterfall really is something to see. I spent the rest of the afternoon packing my backpack, making some adjustments and mentally preparing for the days ahead. My hike this time was the 21 mile High Divide and Seven Lakes Basin Loop which I planned to do over three days. The mileage was reasonable, but there was also going to be several thousand feet of elevation change along the way, so I wanted to be sure I had a good plan in my head. When my bag was packed and I was satisfied with my plan, I ate some pasta and got a good night’s sleep.

My Camp at Deer Lake

Monday morning wasn’t a rushed one. My wilderness permit had me camping at Deer Lake which was only 4 or 5 miles up the trail so there was no need for a super early start. I ended up enjoying a solid breakfast and then heading off into the forest around 11am. There was definitely a fair bit of climbing involved, but nothing too severe and I actually found the trail to be well maintained and easier than I had expected. I got to Deer Lake in just over two hours and had a late lunch when I arrived. I set up my camp and took a stroll around the lake, which was quite lovely, and then settled in to read my book and enjoy a quiet afternoon in the sun. It’s definitely a different world out there in the wilderness where life is more governed by the daylight and access to water and noise and distractions are at a minimum. I had my dinner early and after the sun went down at about 7:30, I had enough twilight left to read a few more chapters before crawling into my tent for the night. It was colder up at that altitude than it had been along the Hoh River Trail and I was glad I had an extra layer as I definitely needed it that night.

Olympus!

I did get an early start on Tuesday though, as that was going to be my big day on the High Divide. I had my coffee and my breakfast, got packed and hit the trail before 9. It was a pretty good climb up to the ridgeline, but it was worth every step when I got my first view of the iconic Mount Olympus. At only 7,980’ (2,432m), Mount Olympus isn’t really that high, but it is jagged and glaciated and is really quite something to see. The day was completely clear as well, without a cloud in the sky. If I turned my head in the other direction, I was looking down at the Seven Lakes Basin (which had quite a few more than seven lakes by my count) and was also quite a beautiful sight to see. By that point I was surrounded on all sides by the Olympic Mountain Range and everywhere I looked was spectacular. It also seemed that the view just kept getting better with every step I took. I had my lunch high atop Bogachiel Peak which had a magnificent 360 degree view of all of the above. As if that wasn’t good enough, the entire trail was lined with huge, delicious blueberries – more blueberries than I’ve ever seen in my life. And this time of year, where there are berries, there are also bears and I spotted my first of two big, beautiful black bears that day right after lunch. He was devouring the berries like there was no tomorrow and really couldn’t care less about me. As if that wasn’t enough, I also spotted an Olympic Marmot, a species of marmot only found on the Olympic Peninsula. What a magical afternoon in the mountains! As I continued along the ridge, the Blue Glacier started to come into view. This was the glacier I had turned around just short of seeing on my hike last week, so I felt quite vindicated when it came into view on this hike. I was up on the High Divide for most of the day and enjoyed every minute of it, but I still had about 4 miles to hike to my campsite at Lower Bridge Creek, so in late afternoon it was time to say goodbye to the glaciers and high peaks and make my way down past Heart Lake and on down the hill. I had a great site for the night next to a meadow and in the shadow of a small but beautiful peak. I was hungry and tired when I got there, so I got dinner going right away, got set up and was in bed and sound asleep by 8pm.

Bear in the Berries

That middle day was a big one, and with only 6 miles back down to my van I slept in a bit and enjoyed a leisurely morning around camp. My tent was quite dewy and I was happy to get it dried out completely before I put it away. I enjoyed the sun on my face, a couple of cups of coffee and a few chapters in my book, but mostly I enjoyed the silence of the backcountry, knowing that I was on my way back into the world of cell phones and noise. I finally got packed up and started down around 11, and hardly ran into anyone along the way. When I was almost back to the trailhead, I met a trio of lovely older ladies who were out on a short walk and reminiscing about their earlier backpacking adventures which included the hike I was just completing. I really enjoyed our conversation and was happy to share my experiences with them of my time on the trail. I spent the last hour or so of the hike really looking at the mushrooms out there as there are over 400 species of mushroom in the park and some of them are quite unusual and different looking. I strolled back into the parking lot around 3pm, hopped in my van and headed back to the Sol Duc resort where I grabbed a quick shower and a cold beer and then continued down the hill. I made my way out to the Storm King Visitor Center parking lot where I found a picnic table and cleaned, sorted and put away all of my gear. I was actually quite pleased with how clean and organized my van looked when I was done, and made my way just down the road to the Crescent Lake Lodge for a delicious steak dinner, a nice glass of red wine and a perfect, civilized last night in Olympic. It was quite a visit, and I’m really glad that I took the time to see so much of the park as I had only seen snippets of it in the past. I definitely left with a whole different appreciation for what this region has to offer.

Cool Mermaid Mural in Port Angeles

My belly full of steak and my head full of wine and my legs and body worn out, I should have slept like a baby. And I did, right up until about 3am when I awoke to the pitter-patter of little feet, and not in a good way. Sometime, somewhere, some critter got into my van and had managed to find its way into the space between the inner wall and outer shell of my van. It was scampering back and forth, but completely and totally out of sight and out of reach and there was no way I could get back to sleep with it running around. When it got light out, I cleared everything out of the back of my van with the hope that it would be under my seats somewhere and I could chase it out the back. It wasn’t (that was when I realized where it actually was, which is quite a different problem). Unfortunately, I knew that the only way I was going to get it out was with a mousetrap, so I bid farewell to Olympic and headed on down the highway to Port Angeles. I got some groceries and picked up a mousetrap and got it all set up and then went into the library to get some work done and hope it did its thing. I can’t have it gnawing through all of my wires and insulation, not to mention I would never get to sleep with it in there. I wish I could give it a fair warning and let it just leave my van, but that’s not how the world works. After a few hours in the library, I went back to my van and found the dead mouse in my trap. I spent the rest of the evening wandering around Port Angeles which is definitely a town that has its struggles, but they’re trying. I appreciate a town that is making the effort to paint murals on their buildings, keep storefronts open and create some public art displays and Port Angeles was doing all of those things. It was clean, the people were friendly and there were some great stores, bars and restaurants. It wasn’t a town I was going to hang out in for long, but it was a nice place for the night.

Clallam County Courthouse in Port Angeles

That night I was really looking forward to getting some sleep, but around midnight I heard more scampering around in my ceiling and hoped it was another mouse and not the ghost of the one I had already killed. Frustrated and tired, I reset my mouse trap and it didn’t take too long for this second (and hopefully final) mouse to come out from hiding and meet its fate. I was able to get back to sleep and finally catch up on a little bit of rest.  

The Beautiful Starrett House in Port Townsend

The next morning was Friday and I was on my way to Port Townsend. I knew as soon as I pulled into town that I was going to like it there. Port Townsend is at the entrance of Puget Sound and in the early days of the state it was the main port of entry into Washington. The people thought it was going to be the “New York of the West”, so they built grand and expensive buildings and homes in the Victorian style of the time. When the railroads chose to end their line in Seattle and Tacoma instead of Port Townsend, the town’s economy would suffer tremendously. Thankfully, in the 1960s they decided to restore what old buildings they could and change course towards tourism and that seems to be working out okay for them. I really enjoyed wandering around town and taking photos of the beautiful waterfront area and up the hill in Uptown and stopping into the little shops and bars. In the evening, I saw the Friday night lights of high school football at the little Memorial Stadium at the end of town, so I went in to support the local Rivals team. Whoever they were playing was far bigger and better though, and with a 41-0 halftime score, I called it a game and wandered down to a little bar called Sirens for a drink. There was a band playing and they were quite strange and not to my liking, so I went up the hill to the Uptown Pub for a beer and then called it a night.

The Lovely Hastings Building in Port Townsend

I spent the first bit of my Saturday in the little local history museum which, frankly, was disappointing. They charged $9 to get in and there was hardly anything to see inside, and this in a town with a fascinating history. I have been in museums in tiny little towns with way more to see and read about. I doubt I was even there for an hour. Afterwards, I drove just outside of town to the old Fort Worden which was once an army base and is now a lovely state park. I went out to Point Wilson and toured the lighthouse there and then wandered around the old base for a while. After finishing my wandering, I took off and cruised a couple of hours down the highway to the state capital of Olympia. I got into town just in time for the 4:30 kickoff for my Penn State Nittany Lions in their biggest game of the year so far against the Oregon Ducks. I watched the game at Charlie’s Sports Bar which was a nice little place to be. The bartender was great and there were some friendly local characters in there watching the game with me. The Oregon team dominated the game and even though we tied it up in the fourth quarter, we would go on to lose in double overtime. It was disappointing, but it seems to be a very familiar story at this point in time. We just can’t win the big games. After the game I took a nice long stroll around the Olympia Historic District, stopping into a couple of bars along the way. I am a big fan of state capitals, especially when they are not the state’s biggest cities. Being from Washington DC myself, I am very familiar with how a capital city works and they always feel a bit like home to me. Olympia is a sleepy little city, but the people are friendly and it seemed like a big city after the last couple of weeks.

Sunday was a quiet day for me. I went for a nice long stroll around town in the morning and took a few photos as it was supposed to start raining later on in the day. Then I hit the gym and ran a few errands before going back downtown for the evening. I sat by the lake below the capitol building for a while and then took another walk around the old town area. One of the local breweries was celebrating Octoberfest, so I stopped in for a pint of their fest bier, and then I grabbed a slice of pizza and went back to my van to watch some TV and take it easy.

I spent the next morning touring the capitol building which was really interesting. David was my tour guide and he told us all about the building, the state government and some of the history of the area. The legislature was not in session, so we could sit in both chambers and discuss how they work. I enjoyed learning that Washington legislators are part-time employees, so they all go home and go back to their regular jobs when they aren’t in session. This keeps out the career politicians and ensures that the people in charge understand the working people’s world. All of the chandeliers in the capitol were made by Tiffany and Co. so were quite beautiful and there was a lot of marble used in the building. I got to go into the old vault at the treasurer’s office which I thought was cool and enjoyed poking around the rest of the building. There really isn’t much else to see in Olympia, so I spent the afternoon at the library catching up on some things. In the evening I went to the theatre to see the new Downton Abbey movie which I really enjoyed. I love the actors and their characters, but more than anything it’s the scenery, cars and costumes that really do it for me. It was a marvelous escape for the evening.

Centralia’s Famed Olympic Club

Yesterday I hit the gym early and then went back to the Capitol to get some photos as the sun was poking through the clouds for a little bit. Then I went back to the library to work on some photos. When I finished there, I bid Olympia goodbye and moved just down the road to Centralia, another old lumber town. . I had a room booked at the old Olympic Club in Centralia, which is a century old men’s club halfway between Portland and Seattle which has been taken over by the McMenamin brothers in recent years. I’ve mentioned the McMenamins before in this blog, but they are brothers who buy up old buildings and pubs and restore them in a classic fashion. They have many establishments in Portland and Oregon in general, but also a handful in Washington. The rooms in the Olympic Club used to be used as a brothel, but now they’ve been restored and named after people who worked in the club over the years and each room tells that person’s story. My room was Ione Sellard who was the first woman to work at the club, and it tells her story and about the challenges she faced (there wasn’t a women’s bathroom in the club until the late 1970s!). The club itself is beautiful with a giant old woodstove and a magnificent bar under Tiffany lamps. I really enjoyed all of the history of the place and it was nice to get in out of the rain for a night.

Today, once I’ve published this newsletter and checked out, I will be on my way to Tacoma. Then I hope to head up the west side of Puget Sound and then take the ferry over to Seattle. I’ve spent a lot of time in Seattle in my life, so I probably won’t be there for too long, but I do want to check a few things out and take some photos while I’m there. From Seattle I will head north again and start to visit some of the islands off the coast of Washington which I am really looking forward to as well. I’m not sure where I will be at this time next week, but I hope you will come back and see what I’ve been up to. Have a great week out there, y’all, and thank you, as always, for reading.

-Mike

On the High Divide Trail

Aptly Named Heart Lake

The Seven Lakes Basin

Cool Old Car in Port Townsend

Jefferson County Courthouse in Port Townsend

Point Wilson Light Just Outside of Port Townsend

Washington’s War Memorial

Washington State Capitol

Downtown Olympia

Fall Colors on the Olympia Waterfront

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This Week on the Road - September 17th-24th

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This Week on the Road - September 17th-24th

Hello Everyone.

I hope you are all having a wonderful September out there. September and October are probably my favorite months of the year, with fall colors and moderate temperatures and when the days are still long enough to get a lot out of. I’ve spent all of this past week since my last newsletter in and around Olympic National Park. I’m headed back into the backcountry tomorrow, so I wanted to get this post done before I take off down the trail. It’s been a spectacular week in the scenery department and I will definitely have plenty of photo editing to do next week, but I’ll give you a preview of those photos along with this post.

When I wrote last week, I was on my way into Olympic and made my first stop at Lake Quinault on the southern end of the park. I enjoyed a couple of lovely short hikes in the rainforest there and a delicious dinner at the Lake Quinault Lodge. The lodge is a classic old park lodge designed by the same architect who did the Inn at Old Faithful in Yellowstone, and while I couldn’t afford to stay there, I could definitely afford dinner and a beer on the veranda. I had a lovely filet of King Salmon in the Roosevelt Dining Room and after the sun went down I sat reading my book by the fire until it was time to fade out into the night.

The following day I headed around the lake to the Wilderness Information Center to chat with the ranger there about my upcoming hikes and to have them print out my backcountry permits for me. They were great and very helpful and had a lovely ranger station in a field in the rainforest. I took a short stroll out to the old Kestler Homestead site nearby before making my way back to the highway and north to the Kalaloch campground along the coast. There I was able to get my backpacking gear out from where I store it under my bed, blow off the dust from not using it for a few years and get it packed and ready for the morning. The only issue I faced was the need to pack a warmer and bulkier sleeping bag than I would have liked which took up a lot of space in my backpack, but it was needed and definitely appreciated during the cold nights on the trail…

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This Week on the Road - September 3rd-10th

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This Week on the Road - September 3rd-10th

Jewett Boulevard in White Salmon

Hello Everyone! It is wonderful to be back on the coast here in Washington State where the weather is cool and shoulder season crowds are small and subdued. While I really enjoyed heading up the Columbia River Gorge, it was just too hot in the interior, and I had to make a beeline back to the coast. I will take my time as I head north and I know that by the time I head inland again it will be well into autumn and cooler temperatures will prevail. Despite a few hiccups, it’s been another great week all around and I’m very happy to be on the road in coastal Washington.

The Train Pulling “Quietly” Through Stevenson. WA

When I finished off writing this post last week, I was in Hood River, Oregon having just spent two fabulous days exploring the Columbia River Gorge. I had every intention of spending a few more days on the trail, chasing waterfalls and exploring the area, but as I mentioned, it was just too hot out there. I had been watching the weather, and while it had been hot for months it seemed like there was a bit of a cool spell coming through. That had held true for those first two days, but ended last Wednesday as temperatures climbed back into the 90s. It cooled down at night, but not very much and not until well after midnight. The heat is my biggest challenge when it comes to sleeping in my van as it absorbs heat on a hot day and it’s tough to cool it down (I don’t have a working a/c). I’ll take cold and rain and storms any day over a hot night. On top of the heat I found Hood River boxy and unattractive and while not altogether unpleasant, not particularly welcoming either. They had parking meters up all over town which I think are a terrible idea in a town that size, and really in most places including back at home in DC. Hood River wasn’t a bad place, but it wasn’t a place I would rush to get back to either. I did enjoy a few beers at Full Sail Brewery which is another old-school craft brewery which has been brewing beer longer than I’ve been drinking it. The beers were excellent and the bartender was quite pleasant as well. After a decent but unexciting stroll around downtown, I decided to call it a night, but it was just too hot to sleep, even with my “emergency fan” which I carry for just such an occasion. It served its purpose, but I still didn’t get much sleep. When it finally cooled down enough for me to doze off, my alarm was going off because they were going to start enforcing the meters at 8am (and they were out and doing just that not too long after).

The Main Dock in Stevenson, WA

When I don’t sleep, I don’t function well and I was on half-speed for most of Thursday. I headed up to a park just outside of town called Panorama Point where I had my coffee and breakfast. The smoke from the wildfires that are burning in Oregon took away most of the view, but I could at least see the outline of Mount Hood in the distance. Mount Hood is part of the Cascade Range which runs up the inland region of the west coast and includes spectacularly isolated, snow covered cone volcanoes which can be seen for miles around. They are absolutely stunning and always make me feel good and it definitely helped my mood a little bit. The overcast weather and cool breeze let me catch a short morning nap as well. When I got up, I headed down to the waterfront area to grab a cup of coffee and then decided it was time to cross the river and head west again towards cooler weather and save the rest of my exploration for another, cooler time. I remember doing the same thing a few years ago in Detroit and being very happy I did.

Looking Back Up River

The bridge there in Hood River is quite nerve wracking to cross as it is very narrow and the metal guardrails on either side have obviously been hit hundreds of times or more the entire way across. Bridges don’t generally make me nervous, but this one did. Right on the other side of the river was a little tourist information center (and a must-stop Welcome to Washington sign for this post), so I pulled in to take a photo and say hello. The lady in the Visitor Center couldn’t have been any nicer. She was born and raised in the area and told me that when she moved away she couldn’t wait to get back. She was a perfect representative of the communities on the Washington side of the gorge and helped with all of my questions, throwing in some stories of her own for good measure. She told me that the bridge I had just crossed was privately owned, hence the poor condition it was in. She also told me that it wasn’t very structurally sound and I was glad I wasn’t going back over it any time soon. When I asked her if it was always that hot in the beginning of September, she told me it was chilly for that time of year and motioned to her jeans and her sweater. That made me smile and, feeling a little better about the day, I decided to pop up the hill and check out the town of White Salmon at the top. White Salmon was small and charming and a big contrast to Hood River just across the bridge. I had a wonderful walk around town, taking some photos and enjoying its quirks (I especially loved that many of the crosswalks were actually painted with white salmon crossing the road). I stopped in the bakery for a snack and my mood was starting to take a real turn for the better. After wandering around town for a while, I headed down the hill and came into the neighboring town of Bingen. I was surprised that they were separate towns given how close they were and how small each of them was. It turns out that the rivalry goes back to the towns’ respective founding families, the Sukdorfs of Bingen and the Jewetts of White Salmon who were bitter enemies. I believe the towns are on better terms today, but I’ll bet their sports teams are still healthy rivals. Bingen had some neat little places to see as well and I especially loved a statue called “Oh Joy of Joys” which was a tribute to a beloved member of their community, Guillermo "Willy" Fisch. Willy had been born in Argentina and after years of traveling the world settled in tiny Bingen, Washington. He was apparently so well liked that he was often referred to as “Bingen’s Second Mayor”. I would be over the moon if a statue as joyous as this one was ever made of me and I’m sure Willy is out there somewhere smiling about it. I also stopped into Chips Tavern which was a perfect little neighborhood bar with lots of great old news stories and photos on the wall to keep me busy.

The Tower at Fort Vancouver

Leaving Bingen, I headed on down the gorge to Stevenson, another cute little town which caught my eye and had me hit the brakes and find a parking spot. Stevenson was super quaint and had some lovely waterfront parks to sit on a bench in the shade and look out over the Columbia River. I stopped in for a quick beer at the Walking Man Brewery which was absolutely adorable and had the feel of a small country pub somewhere in England or Ireland. Their hot water was out and the guy they had working on it was named Tom. He sat and had a beer with me and we ended up chatting for almost an hour. We had a lot in common and he was great to talk to and eventually he went out and got the hot water working again. During that time, one of the musicians who was playing that night at the brewery had wandered in and convinced me to stay and hear them play. It seemed cooler there than upriver, and my van was parked in the shade so I thought I might just stay the night there in Stevenson. I got some dinner, wandered around some more and came back for the music which was excellent. It was definitely cool enough for me to sleep that night, but I hadn’t counted on the trains that pull through town every hour in both directions all night long. While Stevenson is a “quiet town” so they don’t blow a whistle when they pull through, they’re still trains and they’re still loud. It was another night of bad sleep, but I did enjoy my time in Stevenson.

The Big House at Fort Vancouver

Friday I headed straight back to Vancouver which is the city opposite Portland across the Columbia. I started out with a nice visit to Fort Vancouver National Historic Site, which was once the administrative center for the Hudson’s Bay Company’s Columbia River region which covered the fur trading area from Alaska to Mexican California and from the Rockies to the Pacific. Built in 1829, the “fort” itself wasn’t much (and never fired their canons except in ceremonial ways), the community that grew up around it was really quite fascinating. There were obviously Brits there to represent the HBC and probably a few Americans, but also French Canadian fur trappers, representatives of 35 different American Indian bands and a surprising number of Hawaiians. These groups intermarried and had children and created quite a diverse community there. After 1840, Fort Vancouver would serve as the end point of the Oregon Trail and the cities of Vancouver and Portland would grow up around the fort. It would remain a fort when Oregon became an American territory and stay one through both World Wars, becoming a National Park Site in 1948. The reconstructed old fort is cool to visit and I especially enjoyed chatting with a volunteer in the old trading post (which was apparently run by the fort’s doctor). After my visit, I went up to the old Grant House in a more modern part of the fort, which now houses a small wine room and restaurant. It was lovely to poke around inside and the people working there were super friendly in letting me do so. Ulysses S. Grant never lived in the house which bears his name, but he had served as the quartermaster of the fort in the early 1850s and at some point people started calling this house the Grant House. I enjoyed a glass of wine there and then headed downtown. Downtown Vancouver is nice enough, but I was pretty tired so I didn’t stay down there too long. I did have a cocktail at the Wahi Hana tiki bar, a couple of beers at some of the old pubs around the neighborhood and a burrito at Muchas Gracias. I stayed right next to the fort and finally got a good night’s sleep.

Coming Down the River

The next morning, seeing as it was Saturday and I was right across the river from Portland, I decided to go watch my Penn State Nittany Lions square off against Florida International at the Satellite Bar I had been to the week before. It was a noon game on the east coast, so a bright and early 9am game in Oregon. The staff was ready with a breakfast menu and plenty of coffee and there was a reasonable showing for an early season, inconsequential game at 9am (which we won 34-0). After the game I had a bunch of errands to run so I set off to see what I could accomplish. Since there is no sales tax in Oregon, I got what I could over there before re-crossing the river and finally heading north in the late afternoon. I pulled into Kelso just as it was getting dark and found a quiet place to spend the night and slept like a baby.

The Church in Oysterville

I was up bright and early Sunday morning because I had a lot I wanted to accomplish before heading back to the coast. I hit the gym and then pulled into the back side of the mall to do a couple of maintenance projects on my van. I changed the oil which is always easy and the air filter, which is way more complicated in these old vans than it should be. Then I drained my radiator so I could flush it and that would be it for the day. For whatever reason, I couldn’t get my radiator plug (petcock) to go back in. Everything I put in my radiator flowed right out again. I couldn’t believe that this simple project, which I’ve done plenty of times, was going to be what caused me grief. But I couldn’t go anywhere without coolant in my engine and it was Sunday so no place was open. After a couple of hours of racking my brain trying to figure out what I was doing wrong, I decided to call it a day on worrying. I filled it up with water and drove the 3 minutes down the street to a fortuitously placed radiator repair shop. Then I went to the movies and saw Caught Stealing. It was a little more violent than I would have liked, but very fast paced and watchable and excellent to distract me for a while which is exactly what I needed. After the movie I went to Papa Zuzu’s pizza for a hot pizza and some cold Rainier beers before calling it a night.

My Guide to Oysterville

I try and look at things through the lens of what went right instead of what went wrong whenever I can. Being able to wake up in front of a radiator repair shop which opened at 7:30am when I had radiator problems after spending a cool and quiet night in a pleasant little town – that’s all good stuff. A van issue could happen anywhere, and this was one of the best places this particular issue could have happened. The gentleman I spoke with at Hart Radiators told me that they only work on radiators which have been removed from the vehicle they come with, not actually on the vehicles themselves but told me he knew a thing or two about radiators and would have a look. He rolled underneath and told me that when it was screwed all the way out, it was closed and when it was screwed all the way in, it was open. This was something I knew but my brain just wasn’t letting me remember the day before. It’s counterintuitive which is why it should be easy to remember, but for whatever reason I didn’t and hadn’t been paying enough attention when I opened it the first time. Regardless of any of that, he fixed it for me in 20 seconds and rolled back out, shook my hand and sent me on my way (after asking a dozen genuinely inquisitive and good natured questions about Washington DC). Definitely good luck I would say and a huge thank you to Hart Radiators in Kelso, Washington – you not only represent your business well, but your whole community.

Shell Mound

With my van back in service, I headed to the gym for a workout and then to the library to work on this post for a while. Then I made a beeline for the coast. It was a really nice drive down the Columbia River and I was so happy to be headed west towards the beach, cooler temperatures and the setting sun. When I pulled onto the Long Beach Peninsula, I knew that my day was just getting better. This is the kind of coast I love with small town maritime vibes and just a touch of tourist kitsch. It was after 6pm when I arrived, so I decided to just head up the peninsula to Oysterville which has a Victorian church that I really wanted to see. Oysterville is a tiny little village with only about 20 permanent residents but a whole lot of character to go along with it. When I pulled up to the church, which was as beautiful as I imagined it would be, a big, happy dog came bounding up the road towards me with her tail wagging. She was a healthy dog with a collar and tags so I assume she was a local dog and she sure seemed to be the welcoming committee as well. I took some photos of the church and grabbed a walking tour map and she came with me as I wandered down to the old schoolhouse and past a number of the houses in town, many beautifully maintained. I felt bad when I had to leave, but she said goodbye and then strolled down the road. It almost broke my heart when I looked in my mirror on the way out of town and she was bounding after me at full speed. What a great dog and a wonderful town.

Cape Disappointment Lighthouse

I drove down the east side of the peninsula and stopped to check out some of the oyster fleet along the way. Huge piles of oyster shells lined the roads to the piers and the working boats were as captivating as ever. This area once shipped a lot of oysters up and down the coast which brought a lot of money to this little corner of the country. They’re still in the oystering business, but the demand isn’t as high as it once was. I passed some cranberry farms on the way back down the peninsula as well and made it back to Long Beach for a beautiful sunset over the ocean. I had a lovely evening just walking up and down the main street and looking at all of the statues and murals I would photograph in the morning. It was so nice to fall asleep in my van with my blanket on and the windows closed as the temperatures hovered in the 50s.

I got up feeling great yesterday morning and stopped into Dylan’s Cottage Bakery for a bite. They honestly had one of the best bakery displays I’ve seen in a long time with a wonderful and diverse offering of pies and pastries. I had to settle on just two and a cup of coffee and used that to fuel my morning wander around town to take some photos. After an hour or two I headed just south of town to Cape Disappointment which houses a state park, two lighthouses and a wonderful museum about the journey of Lewis and Clark which ended right there at the mouth of the Columbia River (after a six day stretch in a gloomy and awful nook which they called the ‘Dismal Nitch’). Of all of the Lewis and Clark museums I’ve seen on this trip, this was one of my favorites. It was straight and to the point and moved right along, with plenty of great visuals to go along with the story. The Lewis and Clark story is of particular interest to me and this journey I’m on as my very first stop of this trip, way back in November of 2017, was in Harpers Ferry, West Virginia which was where Merriweather Lewis began the outfitting of his Corps of Discovery. It took them 18 months to make it to Cape Disappointment and it took me almost 8 years, but we both got here in the end. Nothing else to do but spend some time on the west coast and then head east again, which is exactly what they did and exactly what I plan to do. Much like Merriweather Lewis, I will probably return to Washington DC in the end, although I doubt any president will be waiting to greet me there. It brought me great joy to find several photos in this museum from the legendary Edward Curtis, the “Shadow Catcher”, after whom my van is named. Beyond the museum, I really enjoyed chatting with the volunteer manning the North Head Lighthouse about Fresnel lenses and lighthouse architecture before heading back north along the peninsula. I stopped in at Ilwaco for a nice walk along their marina and a lovely cider or two at the local cidery. Then I headed back to Long Beach where I had decided to take a room for the night because they are reasonably priced and I thought it was time for a little break. I had some delicious oysters for dinner at Castaways before calling it an early night in my quiet, cool hotel room.

And that’s where I am at the moment. I’m going to wrap up this post this morning before I go and then it’s time to say goodbye to Long Beach and time to head north again. I will stay tonight in South Bend, Washington and then continue up the coast for the rest of the week. I hope to find some great beaches, quiet towns, delicious seafood and maybe even a lighthouse or two. I’ll hopefully be getting real close to Olympic National Park by this time next week, but you’ll just have to check back in and see what I got up to. Whatever it is, it will be on the cooler side, and that is all I could ask for. Have a wonderful week out there, wherever you are and thank you, as always, for reading.

-Mike

Sunset in Long Beach

Dusk at the Long Beach Arch

Oyster Boats

White Salmon Crosswalk and Town Hall

Chips in Bingen, WA

Oh Joy of Joys Statue in Bingen, WA

North Head Light

The Southern Cross in Ilwaco Harbor

Ilwaco Harbor

Old Rolls Royce Cars in Cape Disappointment State Park

Hanging With the Oyster Fleet

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This Week on the Road - August 27th-September 3rd

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This Week on the Road - August 27th-September 3rd

Portland Stag Sign

Hello Everyone. It’s been kind of a quiet week for me out here on the road. It was Labor Day Weekend here in the United States this week (for my international friends), which is always a busy travel weekend so I thought it would be best to lay low for it. I spent a good bit of this week in Portland, catching up with some friends and exploring the city. Since then, I’ve been cruising up the incredible Columbia River Gorge which is really just outside of Portland but has so much to offer. I’m writing this newsletter this week from Hood River, so I’m as far inland as I’m going to go for now but it has been spectacular and so good to be back out and hiking again. It is definitely noticeably and considerably warmer the further I get from the coast which is why I am headed back towards the Pacific starting tomorrow. I will save the rest of my time in Oregon for later in the year when it has had some time to cool down a bit. While not a particularly busy week, it’s definitely been a good one, so let me tell you what I’ve been up to.

Full Tiki Gear at Alibi

When I left you all last week, I did, in fact, drive all the way to Portland. There were some cute towns along the way as I drove up the Columbia River, but none that called out to me to stop and explore. When I got into Portland it was pretty late, so I decided I would go check out the two main tiki bars in town and see what they were up to. The first one I stopped at is a classic called Alibi which has been serving up delightful tiki cocktails since 1947. The décor was great and I loved the fish tanks and fountains. After a drink there, I made my way down to Hale Pele, a much more modern bar hidden behind an incredibly bland façade. Hale Pele is owned by Martin Cate who also owns some of the country’s best tiki bars – Smuggler’s Cove in San Francisco, Max’s South Seas Hideaway in Michigan and False Idol in San Diego. While I would say of those four, this was my least favorite, that doesn’t mean I didn’t like it. I had a couple of great cocktails and they had an extensive rum list as well. It was small and very crowded, but I definitely enjoyed my visit. After a few cocktails, I was thrilled to find a Northern Thai restaurant called Sweet Basil open late and right up the street where I could get some spicy noodles to soak up the rum. It was a nice first evening in Portland.

It’s a Bus That’s a Bar

On Thursday I ran some errands around town and then went out to meet up with my friend, Andrew, in the north part of the city. Andrew is a fraternity brother of mine from Penn State and has been living in Portland for many years now. I try and catch him when I come through town, but usually I’m here with a tour group so it’s usually a short visit. This time I had more time so it was good to be able to spend the evening hanging out in his neighborhood. We went to an event called Last Thursdays in the Alberta Arts District which is a fun neighborhood street fair held on the last Thursday of the month. There were street musicians, food trucks and plenty of cool stalls selling all kinds of things. We wandered up and down the street, stopping here and there to check out a stall or watch some music (the break-dancers were particularly fun). We stopped for some good Mexican food and a beer and then headed back to his place for the night. As much as I enjoy my van, it was nice to spend a night inside for a change.

Keep Portland Weird

I left my van parked at their house in the morning and got a ride downtown from his girlfriend and I spent the day at the Oregon History Center. I spent several hours in their permanent exhibit on the third floor which covered Oregon’s history from its indigenous roots all the way to present day. There was a lot to see and to read and I was surprised when I checked my watch for the first time and realized I had been up there for over four hours. I had afternoon plans and I was also nearing the end of my attention span, so I whipped through the rest of the museum over the next hour and then headed out. I grabbed a quick lunch from a nearby food truck and a beer from a bar in a converted English double-decker bus and then hopped on the city bus back to where I was parked. From there it was just a quick 15 minute drive to my friend Josh’s house. Josh lived in the city just north of me when I lived in Japan many years ago and I particularly remember a wonderful ski trip we took together to Sapporo. I haven’t seen him since I left Japan and was really happy to catch up with him in Portland. He took me down to Mississippi St, another of Portland’s many business districts. We had a nice stroll up and down the street, stopping here and there for a beer. My favorite was at a spot called Moloko that had several big saltwater fish tanks lining the walls. I love tropical fish and I really enjoyed watching them swim around while we caught up. Some of Josh’s friends joined us and we wandered down the street for some barbecue from Matt’s BBQ which was pretty good. Right around the corner is an alley filled with Star Wars characters and lights and sound effects which was pretty cool and very Portland. From there we went to a cool little bar near Josh’s house in St. Johns which had some fun old video games and pinball machines before winding up at a great little dive bar which reminded me a lot of some of the places I used to hang out at in New Orleans. It was another fun day and so good to see Josh after a dozen years.

We Are Penn State!

I stayed in my van that night, but right at Josh’s house, so we were able to have breakfast together in the morning before parting ways. I made my way down the road to Satellite Bar, which is the Penn State Oregon Alumni Association’s official viewing site for football season. Andrew joined me for the game, as did my friend Cristen who also went to school with me. There were probably about 80 people there to watch our Nittany Lions sail to an easy win over the Nevada Wolf Pack. The weather was a little cooler than it has been in Portland recently and it was nice to sit outside and enjoy the game. Afterwards I went back to Cristen’s house for the night. Her husband and daughter came home soon after we got there and we had a wonderful dinner and some great conversation before calling it a very early night, which was much needed at that point.

Star Wars Alley

I stayed with them for breakfast in the morning and then said my goodbyes and headed just up the road to Firestone. Shadow Catcher has been making some noises and I figured since they were open on a Sunday, it was as good a time as any to get it looked at. As I mentioned above, it was Labor Day weekend, so I knew it would be super busy everywhere nearby and I figured I’d get the work done and be ready to hit the road when everyone else was headed back to town (plus school started Tuesday in Oregon). I spent the day in Starbucks catching up on some work and editing some photos while I waited. They closed at 6 and when I hadn’t heard anything I wandered back over at 5:45, only to be told that they weren’t going to get it done that day (despite having promised that they would). That was incredibly frustrating and made more-so by their complete lack of communication about the whole thing. It was half done and they at least pulled it out of the garage and parked it in their lot so I had somewhere to sleep. Getting repairs done when I’m on the road is always a pain, but at least I didn’t have to go find a hotel somewhere. That left me with the night to explore a bit of Tigard which is a cute little suburb of Portland. I got some food and had a few beers and met some really nice people which made for a pleasant evening.

McMennamins’ Crystal Hotel

I didn’t sleep great though, in part because I was right next to a busy road and in part because I don’t like confrontations and I knew I was going to have one first thing in the morning. I didn’t roll in right when they opened at 7, but gave them a half-hour to get the lights on and their opening work taken care of. When I did come in, the manager was expecting me and knew I wasn’t going to be happy. He told me the situation and apologized profusely. I told him that I didn’t know if I could trust them to do the work and he assured me he would get his guy on it immediately, check the work himself and get me out the door as soon as possible. He seemed genuine and was true to his word and even knocked about 20% off of the price. It was way more expensive than it should have been in the first place so that helped, and I couldn’t drive much further down the road with it clinking and clanking away back there so I’m glad I got it done. At the end of the day it’s all part of life on the road.

Q D’s Bar in Portland

Shadow Catcher did sound a lot better and it felt as though they did a good job, so we headed up the road to the gym and then I drove back to the north side of Portland and took the train into the city. It was nice to have an afternoon to myself to just wander around. I stopped here and there for a beer, ate some dinner at one of the food truck courts, checked out Powell Books (the largest independent bookstore in the country), and generally had a good time of it. I think my favorite spots that I hit were QD’s which had an old school Americana vibe, Kelly’s Olympian which is just full of old-school neon, inside and out, and Raven’s Manor which is decked out like Halloween every day of the year.  I’ve been slowly getting to know Portland over the years, but I’ve rarely been able to just wander aimlessly about and see what I can find and it was nice to do just that. While Portland definitely has some problems that it needs to address as far as drugs, homelessness and the general state of its downtown area, everywhere outside of that central core is pretty nice. Within the city center there is still a lot to do and it is getting better, but there’s still a long way to go.

Shadow Catcher at Vista House

Bright and early Monday morning I put Portland in my rear view mirror and started heading east for the first time in a long time. I made my first stop in Troutsdale at a place called Edgefield. Edgefield was once the Multnomah County Poor Farm, but today is a part of the McMenamins enterprise. The McMenamins brothers are pretty famous in Oregon and especially in the Portland area. They take over old bars, hotels, restaurants and other properties and rehabilitate them into something special. I’ve been to a few of their places since arriving in Oregon, but after visiting Edgefield I will definitely be paying more attention. They have turned this institutional property into a beautiful and whimsical hotel with a brewery, a winery, several bars, a restaurant, a live event venue, a glass-blowing studio, a golf course and a spa. It was fabulous to walk around and see what can be done to a place like this with the right amount of inspiration (and money, of course). I often seek out old institutions in my travels because they are architecturally interesting to me, but more often than not they are abandoned and falling apart. I always think how amazing it would be if someone would invest the time and money to restore these old buildings and I’m happy to see that in this part of the country they are doing just that. And by the looks of the place they are doing quite well with it too.

Latourell Falls

Just outside of Troutsdale I headed into the Columbia River Gorge. The Gorge has been a transportation route for centuries as the American Indians used it as a trade and travel route. Lewis and Clark came down the Gorge on the last leg of their overland trip to the Pacific Ocean. It was the last obstacle that emigrants faced on their way down the Oregon Trail and the road that runs through it was the very first paved highway in the Pacific Northwest and the first designated scenic corridor in the country. I have been up the Gorge several times in my life, but always with a tour group in tow and always on a tight schedule. It was nice to be able to just take my time and get out and explore. I started my day up at Vista House which sits high above the Gorge and offers nice views over the road and the river. Just down the road, I stopped at Latourell Falls and hiked the scenic loop trail to the upper falls and back. At the top, I met Helen and KC and their sons Chase and Liam. I had actually taken their photo at the start of the trail and was taking some photos at the top when they caught up with me. The boys took off behind the falls, laughing and having a blast which was good to see. I chatted with their parents for a while about my trip and my photos and they gave me some places to check out when I move into Washington State. It was nice to meet them and I really enjoyed the conversation, but I said my goodbyes and then headed back down to the base of the falls and back to my van.

Punchbowl Falls

My next stop was Bridalveil Falls which was just a short walk from the parking area, but also very nice. Then I went to the Wahkeena Falls trailhead and took another nice walk up past Fairy Falls to the Wahkeena Spring. This walk was beautiful and I felt good doing it but it’s definitely been a while since I did any hiking and my legs were feeling it. It was starting to get late by the time I got down from this hike, but I did make a quick stop at Multnomah Falls on my way past. This is probably the most famous stop in the Gorge and one of the more famous waterfalls in the country. Funnily enough it is the bridge in front of the falls that makes it such a photogenic and beloved spot. I have been to Multnomah several times before, but I’m still glad I stopped. From there it was just a quick 20 minutes into the little town of Cascade Locks. I made it to Thunder Island Brewery just before last call so at least I could have a quick beer to celebrate the day. Cascade Locks is the town where the Pacific Crest Trail crosses the Columbia River via Bridge of the Gods, so there were a lot of hikers in town on their long walk from the Mexican border to Canada. They looked tired, but seemed in good spirits and I’m sure the beer tasted even better to them.

Dusk on the Gorge

Another early start this morning got me to the Eagle Creek trailhead nice and early after a quick photo stop at Horsetail Falls. This was a hike recommended by my friend Cristen and it was definitely a good one. The hike travels up Eagle Creek which comes down a pretty impressive gorge of its own. The trail ascends above the creek and is sometimes narrow enough that the Forest Service has installed a metal cable into the rocks to hold onto. It was absolutely beautiful the whole way up and down, but also more exposed than a lot of the trails in the area so I’m glad I started early. I only went as far as Punch Bowl Falls, but it was a wonderful 5ish mile walk and a really nice way to start the day. I returned to Cascade Locks because I had spotted a little burger stand called the East Wind Drive-In last night and thought I would treat myself to a burger and fries and a little bit of ice cream as well. It was excellent and fresh and a real treat. After lunch I made my way on to Hood River, grabbed a shower at the Aquatic Center and have tucked myself into the library to finish this week’s This Week. I have added a few photos from my time in the Gorge, but hope to take some more and do a full photo post this coming week.

Tomorrow I will leave Oregon behind as I cross the Columbia River Gorge into Washington State. My normal plan is to spend my 6-8 weeks in each state in one continuous push, but it is still too hot in the inland parts of Oregon. I don’t love the heat and it’s especially hard to sleep in so I am moving on back to the coast and will pick up where I left off in Oregon later in the year. Since there was no way to get to Washington from California without traveling through Oregon, I started my exploration en-route and have really enjoyed it so far and am looking forward to getting back here in late October. Tomorrow will begin my time in Washington and I hope to be there for all of September and a good bit of October as well. I will make my way back down the Gorge and back out to the coast and head north again along the Pacific. I hope to explore some coastal towns, do some backpacking in Olympic National Park and then head out to the San Juan Islands on my way to Tacoma and Seattle. That’s about as far into things as I’ve thought right now, but I’m really looking forward to it. By this time next week I hope to be getting back to the coast and hope I’ve had some good adventures along the way to share. I’m definitely excited for what lays ahead. I hope you’ll come back next week and see what I’ve gotten up to. Until then, have fun out there and thank you, as always, for reading.

-Mike

Portland’s Chinatown

Last Thursday Street Fair

The Portland Theater

Multnomah Falls

Bridal Veil Falls

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This Week on the Road - August 20th-27th

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This Week on the Road - August 20th-27th

Rockaway Beach is an adorable little beach town in Tillamook County on the Oregon Coast. A train from Portland brought visitors to this charming destination long before the coastal road was built and today a brightly painted caboose welcomes you to town. You can still ride the train as well, but only as far as Garibaldi on the Oregon Coast Scenic Railway. Rockaway Beach is also home to Pronto Pup, which claims to be the originator of the corn dog. The Twin Rock Arch is visible from anywhere on the beach and is quite a beautiful formation to see. I loved Rockaway Beach at first sight and ended up staying the whole day, soaking up some rays and enjoying the small-town charm of this great beach spot. It was such an easy place to pass the time, which I imagine is why it’s been such a beloved destination for as long as it has. If you’re ever traveling up or down the coast, be sure to carve out some time for a visit…

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This Week on the Road - August 13th-20th

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This Week on the Road - August 13th-20th

When I left you last week, I was at the wonderful public library in Brookings. From there I was planning to make my way up into the Samuel H. Boardman Scenic Corridor which covers some of the most beautiful coastal scenery in the south of Oregon. Unfortunately the fog just wouldn’t lift that day, so I spent a lot of time hanging around the beach and reading which was also nice. The skies finally cleared to some extent around 6pm so I hustled my way up the coast, pulling off to take a bunch of photos along the way. I wish I had had more time to do it, but it was really magical nonetheless and I had some amazing views. The broad beaches and sea stacks are really something to see and I’m really glad I got a little bit of sun to take some photos with. In the end, I only made it as far north as Gold Beach before it got dark, but it was a lovely evening…

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This Week on the Road 8/1-8/13

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This Week on the Road 8/1-8/13

Hello Everyone! It is wonderful to be back writing This Week on the Road, but not nearly as good as it is to actually be back on the road. I spent the last year dreaming of the open highway ahead of me and the wind in my hair. As much as I love my hometown and my family and friends, I missed the natural landscapes around which I have built my life. For the rest of 2025 I plan to surround myself with beaches and mountains, waterfalls and glaciers, sunsets and wildlife. I have also learned in my life that while some people thrive on routine and knowing their surroundings, I live for new places I’ve never seen or visited. I may love the museums and bars and coffee shops at home, but for me there is always something special about walking into the unknown – a town or restaurant or music venue I’ve never been in before. I can spend my time looking around and picking up on the details of the place, eavesdropping on the local gossip. I like being the stranger in town. It’s a role I embrace. This last week+ has been a wonderful reintroduction to the world of travel and vanlife for me, with a few familiar places, a few familiar faces and a whole lot of something new.

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Finally, Finally Back on the Road

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Finally, Finally Back on the Road

Hello Everyone!

It is so nice to be back writing in this space again after entirely too long. It has actually now been a couple of years since I was keeping up with this blog on a regular basis, but that is all about to change. I am back in California, back in my van Shadow Catcher, and back on the road. To all of you who have been sticking with me for a while, thank you from the bottom of my heart. To all of you who have subscribed to this page in the last couple of years (and probably forgot that you did), welcome! I’m glad you’re here and I hope you will stick around for a while. I usually put out this newsletter on Thursdays and offer an update on the week of travel behind me and plenty of photos of the places I have been. This week will be a little different as I want to update everyone on what’s been happening in my life these last couple of years, and it’s not really a cheery topic. I promise it will be lighter from next week on. But for this week, here we go…

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Happy New Year from Miles2Go

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Happy New Year from Miles2Go

Hello Everyone and Happy New Year! I hope everyone has had a lovely holiday season and is ready for a great year in 2025. I know this space has been pretty quiet this year as there has just been so much going on at home, but I really hope that all of that changes in the year to come. I did have a wonderful work season guiding tours out west which took me all the way to Alaska for the first time since 2016. I also spent a month in the Rockies, a few weeks in the Desert Southwest, a couple in the Deep South and a big chunk of time in California. It’s definitely great to visit some of these magical places every year and to show them to international passengers from all over the world, and I’m forever grateful to be able to do what I do. I met great people, took some beautiful photos and had a few laughs along the way. But it’s also been a difficult year because of the struggles my family has faced at home…

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This Week on the Road - May 17th-23rd

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This Week on the Road - May 17th-23rd

Hello Everyone,

I am officially back to work and my first tour of the season is behind me. This is my 16th tour season and my second working for Incredible Adventures here in San Francisco. I had a great summer working for Incredible last year, one of the best I’ve had in my career in fact, and I’m looking forward to another great season to come. I will still be running tours for Exodus and Intrepid, two of the brands I have guided for many years now, and will continue to run short Incredible Adventures tours as well.

The start of the summer tour season is always exciting. It is full of possibilities and just thinking about the places I will visit and the people I will meet puts a smile on my face. I know it will be exhausting and things won’t always work out as planned or as hoped, but I also know I am up for the challenge. Over the winter I visited an old friend of mine, Brett, at his home in western Wales. Brett came on tour with me many years ago and he asked me while I was there if my guiding personality is the same as my real personality. I told him that the only way to be truly happy and successful in this job is to be yourself. The more you try and be like someone else or act in a way that isn’t reflective of your own personality, the more people will see through you and it will always backfire in the end. That being said, I also told him that while when I am guiding it is absolutely me that people are seeing, I also believe that it is the very best version of me that there is. It’s the version of me who is outgoing and confident and an absolute expert in my field. I think three steps ahead and change my plans based on each individual group I take out. There are a lot of unknowns in this game from traffic to the weather to the individual personalities and expectations of my passengers and being able to think on the fly and make things run smoothly is a real skill. Being a good guide doesn’t just happen overnight. Like any other profession it takes years to hone your skills, but it’s so worth the effort when you do. I’ve been turning people’s dreams into memories for the better part of two decades, and I’m thrilled that this is the skill I have to offer the world.

After I left you last week, I had one more day in the office which I will spare you the details of. I had to go grocery shopping to feed 12 hungry people for the weekend which is always a challenge. Thankfully I got all of that finished at a reasonable time and was able to take a nice long walk around downtown San Francisco and then tuck into a good book to refresh my knowledge of Yosemite and still get a good night’s sleep. I was up early on Friday as I had to get to the office, hook up my trailer to my van, load my coolers and get back downtown before 8am. I picked up my group on time and we headed out to Yosemite for the weekend.

Yosemite is pretty wild right now with all of the snow melting into the rivers and pouring over the edge of the cliffs and into the valley below. The waterfalls are crazy and there are even waterfalls flowing that I’ve never seen before. The river has overflowed its banks and the meadows have turned into lakes…

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This Week on the Road - May 10th-17th

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This Week on the Road - May 10th-17th

Hello Everyone! Well, it’s definitely been a weird and challenging week out here. Nothing went as planned, but everything has worked out okay, at least for now. I had already left Lake Tahoe when I wrote this post last week, but when the master cylinder went on my van I headed back to the lake and spent the week with friends while I waited for it to be fixed. I got it back on Monday and then had to make a beeline for the Bay Area to get to the office in time to start my season. And I did make it, so that’s a good thing, and I will take out my first trip of the year this Friday. It wasn’t the week I had hoped for, but sometimes that’s what happens out here on the road.

After I finished this post last week, I went and had a nice lunch at the Truckee Airport with an old guiding friend of mine, Mike. I met Mike when I first started my guiding job back in 2000 and we worked for the same company for many years. He currently owns Tahoe-Sierra Transport Company which shuttles clients around the Reno and Lake Tahoe areas. We had some interesting Mexican/Indian fusion tacos and caught up for a little over an hour and it was really nice to see him. I spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around Truckee and taking photos. It’s a really cool little town with some great old buildings and everyone seemed pretty friendly. In the evening I went to a place called RMU which is a bar in a nice old house on the edge of downtown. I enjoyed some live music and a couple of beers and chatted with some of the locals. Truckee doesn’t allow overnight parking in the winter, but since it was after April 30th, I stayed in one of the downtown lots overnight with no problems.

On Thursday morning I got up early and had a nice breakfast at a little family-owned coffee shop on the main drag. I took some more photos and then headed just outside of town to Donner Memorial State Park. This is the site where the Donner party spent the winter of 1846-47. I think most of us know this story, at least to some extent, because of the cannibalism that took place as the winter wore on, but I didn’t know much beyond that. It seems like they made some bad decisions along the way, none of which seemed particularly hard to understand in context. The Donners and several other families headed west in the spring of 1846, hoping to make it to California before the winter. Traveling with covered wagons along rough trails was slow going and they only averaged 2 miles an hour on their journey. At one point they decided to take a “shortcut” from the accepted route and this seems to have been their fatal mistake. They got to the valley where Reno is now and could have safely stayed there until spring, but chose to push forward and try and get through the mountains before the snows came. They were only a couple of weeks’ walk from their destination in the central valley and were desperate to start their new lives. The snows came early that winter and didn’t let up for months, stranding them just a week’s walk from safety in either direction. They dug in and did their best and rescue parties eventually came to get them out. It wasn’t until after the first groups had been rescued that they came to the decision to eat their dead comrades. 87 people walked into the mountains with the Donners that winter and only 48 came out alive. The whole story is obviously a sad one, but it is interesting to learn about.  

As I was leaving the park on my way up into the mountains, I stepped on the brakes and my foot went down to the floor with the ABS and Parking Brake lights coming on at the same time. Brakes are obviously not to be messed with, especially when I had mountains to cross. I immediately texted my friend Mike who I had met with the day before and he called his local mechanic shop and connected me with them. I headed over there and they said they could get to it the next day. Then I called my friend J.D. who I had been staying with in Tahoe City and he came up immediately and picked me up and brought me back to his place…

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