I Figure We Can See All of Alaska in 10 Days….

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I know that I have not been writing very much recently.  I have been distracted by work and somewhat depressed by the thought of spending another winter in Chicago.

One part of my trip to Florida to surprise my mother that I did not mention was that during the time down there she announced that she wanted to take us (my brother, sister and myself) and our respective spouses on an Alaskan cruise this summer.

Princess-AKWe have spent the last few weeks trying to get agreement on which cruise would work for the seven of us. Imagine the hunger games for cruises…Shouting on phone calls, imaginary use of swear words, minor fistfights, a smallish stabbing and the usual hysteria–all of which was just between Sue and me ;-). (Hey, I thought that was private!) We decided on a seven-day northbound cruise on Princess lines out of Vancouver.

denali-mapOnce the cruise was decided, everyone expressed an interest in going to Denali National Park. We figure three days in a wilderness larger than the state of Massachusetts should give us just enough time to know that we have not spent enough time there.

We began by looking at three options.  First, go with the cruise line and stay in their lodge.  That got a hard no from Sue and me. Second, go to a private hotel/lodge/cabins most of which are along the outside edge of the park.  Third, do a  multi-day camping and hiking tour. (The tour company flies you in to a remote lake, drops you off and provides the camping equipment, food and a guide).

Sue and I were keen on the third option, and my brother, Phil, and his wife, Naomi, were in for that, too. My sister, Judie, her husband, Mario, and my mother are planning on staying at the Princess Lodge.

My cousin Robin has been to Alaska a number of times, so after doing some research on the camping companies, we gave her a call to see what she thought.  She gave us a forceful caution on the camping trip.  As she said, it could be perfect, but it could also be the trip from hell. Twenty-four hours of rain a day, everything gets wet, the hiking sucks because it is cold and wet. You can’t get warm for four days, etc.  She suggested that we look at one of the lodges that are within the park and, while they are expensive, they do always give you a warm dry bed to sleep in. We have not yet made a decision….but are leaning towards listening to the wisdom of someone who has done it before – I know, unusual for us.

Stay tuned campers for updates.

First Night on the Road

This will all be posted late because connectivity is not happening. So, we picked up the Jucy, threw everything in and took off for Point Reyes. Yes, I know, not a very long trip, but we spent most of the day preparing the house, packing up, and getting ready to leave. We didn’t get the Jucy until 2 either.

img_20190624_140734351_hdrThis thing is bigger than it looks. We packed a ton of stuff in it. Suitcases, food, dog, bedding, pots and pans, beer and wine—all the essentials. So far the only hitch we have had is that one of the latches to the “penthouse” or the pop-up sleeping tent unhooked and the tent crept out and was flapping in the breeze. Luckily, a nice woman on the 580 honked and pointed and we got the idea. For a big, awkward-looking vehicle, the ride is smooth and the handling very manageable.

We arrived at the Olema campground at about 5 p.m., set up camp, went for a walk, and made a delicious curry vegetable dinner, but oops! We forgot a can opener. Luckily, people in RVs seem to have everything you could ever need. Thanks neighbor. Our spot was in a meadow where we had a view of the hills and witnessed a very colorful sunset.

It is a little chilly in the pop-up, so I’m really glad we have a sleeping bag. It didn’t make getting up in the middle of the night to pee any easier, but at least I could crawl back into the warmth quickly except for the weird animal noises. Coyotes? Maybe, but I’m not really sure. I’m glad they were distant.

Ugh, I’ve Been Lazy

OK, I’ve been less that inspired these last few weeks. It’s tough to get motivated when your big, summer road trip is on the back burner and it’s 55 degrees and drizzling. You’ll be thrilled to know that I’m back! My trip to the Bay Area and Pacific Northwest begins Thursday and I will be writing daily (or almost daily).

So far, my friend has us scheduled for a couple of hikes, a poetry slam, and a picnic with the foster parents of refugee children. And that’s all before we leave Oakland. I think our first night on the road will be spent camping at Point Reyes. Can’t go wrong there.

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First stop: Oakland

There was some possibility that my friend’s foster child would be on the trip with us, but he is still in Niger as far as we know. That grand adventure will begin after I am home. I must say that I am a bit relieved by that. A 12-year-old refugee boy who speaks no English probably does not need his introduction to the United States to be two 50-something women driving him up the coast in an RV so we can hike and talk nonstop.

The plan, developed entirely by my friend, has us driving up Hwy 1 through California and Oregon for 5 days of camping and then cut over to I-5 to get to Port Townsend, Wash., and Seattle for some chill hanging out time. Then, I will fly home from there leaving my friend to make the drive back solo (unless you count her dog). I feel a little bad about that, but I am sure Steven will be tired of bachelor life with my dog by then (hahahahaha…oops…I meant…Absolutely..I will surely be tired of bachelor life).