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We Left Our Hearts in Kyoto, Japan

Although we were only in Kyoto for three days, the city captured our hearts and spirit. With hundreds of temples and shrines located in the city, sometimes with retail shops or condos built up around them, it is hard not to feel a little spiritual as you walk around the quaint, picturesque streets.

A quaint little street in the Gion District of Kyoto.

Before we talk about our last day of adventures, let’s talk about Japanese Cuisine. We have had it all and probably way too much of it. Each meal is multiple courses served on exquisite ceramic plates and bowls…so many small bowls! So far, we have had sushi, ramen, robotayaki, tempura, yakitori, teppanyaki, and most recently kaiseki. Our Kaiseki meal in Kyoto was like nothing we have ever had before. It was about ten courses but we lost count after course number seven or so. Kaiseki is a type of art form that balances the taste, texture, appearance, and colors of food. We had our own chef who artfully arranged and garnished each dish with leaves and flowers and interesting sauces. We had an animated conversation with a cute Italian couple next to us which made the two hours of dining fly by!

The first course in our Kaiseki meal.
The Kaiseki version of fried fish.

On our last day, we visited a magnificent Buddhist temple and gardens at the Tenryuji Temple in Arashiyama. The gardens, constructed by hand 800 years ago, are beautiful and apparently breath-taking (and crowded) when the maple trees turn in the Fall.

The Sogen Pond in the Tenryuji Garden.
Mugging in front of the Sogen Pond.

We did a little shopping and found some Washi-traditional Japanese paper-for our good friend Dana. She put in a little special request as she makes her own note cards and prints. We hope we got the right kind but it was a fascinating shopping experience looking at all the different kind of paper.

After shopping, we headed to our rickshaw (as one does) and headed into the Bamboo Forest. Our guide had been doing his job for 26 years and said he goes last because he is now the slowest. We did not find him slow at all and felt quite guilty about eating all that extra Japanese food as he had to pull us up hills into a spectacular bamboo forest. He was very proud of his city and he pointed out interesting landmarks and encouraged us to come back to visit and see some lesser-known temples and gardens.

Lisa and our rickshaw driver. We loved him.
Two of our tour companions in their rickshaw.
Riding through the bamboo forest.
Us with our driver at the end of the ride.

The big event of the day was getting fit into and dressed into our own kimonos. Oh my! What a process. There are at least four layers of clothing for the women and each layer is pulled very tightly. I now know what corsets used to feel like in the Victorian era. Brad also had about three layers in his kimono so he also got dressed and tugged and tightened and layered. We now have appreciation for all of the people we have seen wearing kimonos in Kyoto. It must take them at least an hour to get ready every day and I have no idea how you would get into one if you were by yourself.

Putting on the base layers of the kimono.
Putting on the outside layer.
Adding one of four belts. Why four? Who knows.
Putting on the finishing touches.
Brad’s was simpler to put on but still required many layers.
The finished product.

Walking is an adventure unto itself. Because the skirt is so tight and the shoes are small, you have to take very small baby steps and be careful going up and down stairs.

Dressed in our Kimonos, we headed to the Gesshi-in Temple for a Zen Meditation session. We learned that some of the monks actually meditate for 18 hours per day in a nearby temple. We were only doing a ten-minute session—the American version I suspect. He instructed us not to slouch and to breathe deeply for our meditation. Believe me, it is not possible to slouch in a kimono. Breathing deeply is another story and forget about eating. No wonder the Japanese women are so small.

Our Zen Master.

After we had our moment of Zen, we participated in and learned about a traditional Japanese Tea Ceremony. Tea is very closely tied to Zen as the man who brought Zen to Japan hundreds of years ago also brought green tea. The macha tea was delicious and we enjoyed the serenity of it all.

Our host for a traditional tea ceremony.

Off to dinner where we walked slowly taking baby steps along the path. We were treated to a special ceremony by two geikos (which is geisha in Kyoto dialect) and a maiko (a young apprentice). In the 1920’s there were over 80,000 geisha. Now there are a little over 200 women. A girl can choose to enter an Okiya — a school to develop Geisha — as soon as she graduates middle school. She makes the decision herself but must get her parents’ permission. The Okiya is a boarding school that teaches these girls everything the need to know about being a Geisha — music, dance, puppetry, the art of conversation, etc. The maiko are not allowed to have any social media, cell phones or internet connectivity while they are learning the trade. They go each morning to a chalkboard where they find out their schedule for the day. They then go to those classes. Imagine your 15-year-old daughter doing this. While it is their own choice and they must have their parents’ permission, it is still a daunting challenge for a young girl.

The chalkboard showing the Maiko what classes they have that day.

A typical day involves classes from 9:00 am- 2:00 pm, followed by makeup, dressing into beautiful kimonos, and hair prep for the evening, and then going out every night to entertain groups from about 6:00 until Midnight. Geisha work almost exclusively at traditional inns, teahouses, and restaurants. Contrary to common perceptions about Geisha, they only engage in proper activities. The fee for the Geisha’s time is sent at the end of each month (apparently they never charge the same amount) in the form of a “Love Letter.” I am not sure I consider our PG&E invoices love letters but maybe it’s a new way of thinking about monthly bills. One more thing, the Geiko and Maiko only get two days off per month. They are hard working women!

A young Maiko (apprentice) dancing for us.
A Geiko (full geisha) dancing for us.

We loved Kyoto and would highly recommend spending time here if you are ever traveling to Japan. It is the center of Japanese culture and a necessary stop to fully gain an appreciation for the rich history of this country. We are currently back on our very efficient, comfortable bullet train to the mountain town of Hakone where we will be staying in a ryokan — a traditional Japanese inn — and we might even get a little time to relax in an onsen hot spring.

Our bullet train arriving to take us to Hakone.
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KYOTO: Land of Shrines, Temples, Kimonos, and Geisha

On Saturday (Sept 9th), we took the Bullet Train to Kyoto. What an efficient, clean way to travel! The Bullet Train or Shinkansen has a speed of approximately 200 MPH and got us to Kyoto in 2 ½ hours. In the 50-plus-year history of the Bullet Train, there has not been a single passenger fatality or injury due to derailments or collisions. Equally impressive, the Bullet Train has carried over 10 Billion Passengers and in the most recent reporting the average delay from the schedule per train was only 24 seconds. I think BART could learn a thing or two about how the Bullet Town operates!

Tokyo’s Toikaido Station is bustling. Think Grand Central in New York.
Getting ready to board our Bullet Train to Kyoto.

A little bit about Kyoto before we talk about our first day. Kyoto is a metropolis of approximately two million people and is considered the cultural capital of Japan. It has over 2000 religious places-1600 Buddhist temples and 400 Shinto Shrines, many of them dating back to the 700 and 800’s. An interesting fact about Kyoto was that it was originally on the list to be targeted for the atomic bomb in 1945 but at the insistence of the Secretary of War Henry Stinson, Kyoto was removed from the list. Henry had honeymooned in Kyoto and loved the place for its history and charm and saved it from the Atomic Bomb. It is the reason that, unlike Tokyo that suffered severe bombing in the war, Kyoto still has many ancient cultural landmarks.

Kyoto seems very rich in culture and heritage.  We walked around the narrow streets and saw many women and men exquisitely dressed in kimonos even in the 90 degree temperatures!  According to our guide Bret, the people of Kyoto also have an air about them.  He told us that in Japanese culture, the hosts will serve green tea at the end of a party or gathering to signify that the evening is over and it’s time for the guests to go home.  In Kyoto, the hosts serve green tea when their guests first walk through the door!

A woman in a kimono on a street in the Gion District.
Homes on a creek running through the Gion District.
A girl in a kimono walking with her friend in modern clothing.

This morning we got up bright and early at 6:00 am to see the Torii Gates at Fushimi Inari-taisha. (Brad didn’t get much sleep last night because, of course, he watched his beloved Colorado Buffaloes beat Nebraska at 1:00 am in the morning here. Did you expect anything differently from him?) The 10,000 Torii Gates and the shrine(s) are one of the most popular tourist attractions in all of Japan. Hence our guide insisted that we get there to enjoy the area before all of the thousands of tourists descended upon it. The shrine was founded in the year 711 and the temple gates are the oldest in Japan. Their Vermilion color wards off evil spirits and represents the sun. The gates were truly a sight to be seen and we climbed up through about 2000 of them feeling like our sins had been absolved and our dreams and wishes might someday come true. Truly it was a spiritual place made even lovelier at dawn.

The entrance to the shrine.
The Torii gates.
The writing signifies the person or company that sponsors that gate.
A row of lanterns on the grounds of the shrine.
This fox guards the entrance to the shrine. The fox is holding a key — the key to success.
Front view of the shrine.

The rest of our day was spent at SanJusangendo (a Zen Buddhist Temple) and walking around a beautiful Zen Garden at Totofukuji temple. The SanJusangendo temple is famous for its 1001 Thousand-Armed Kannon Statues (Yes, they are supposed to have 1000 arms each but, I think they only depicted about 20 or so on the statues.) We weren’t allowed to take pictures in the Temple so this stock photo will have to do so you get an idea of how amazing this Temple was. The Zen Garden was just that…very Zen-like. It was built in the 1300’s and is a typical rock and sand garden. The monks at the temple groom the garden every seven-ten days and it takes about seven or eight hours. I am still very curious as to how they keep the circles and lines so perfect without a single footprint or line out of place. Can someone explain that to me?

The 1001 statues in the Buddhist Temple. This is a photo from our brochure. It is prohibited and very bad luck to take photos inside the temple.
The Zen garden.

We met together for lunch at an amazing Ramen restaurant in downtown Kyoto and then got very creative at a Roketsu dyeing studio. We learned the ancient art of wax-resistant art at a hands-on studio. The whole process can take up to 20 steps for completion although I think our group might have skipped a few steps in order to make it home in time for “happy hour.” We all picked out different stencils and then painted/traced our stencil onto fabric with wax. It was very important to put a LOT of wax on your fabric so we kept having to brush our paintings over and over. We were worried that our prints would look like one big blob but the helpful people in the studio coached us along the way. (Although the older grandmother giggled and laughed a lot at us and probably made a few disparaging remarks in Japanese about our lack of talent!) After we painted the wax on our fabrics, they were all placed in a large tub of indigo dye and soaked and poked a lot. Lots of rinses and different things happened next but we were all left with beautiful pieces of art and we ooohed and ahhhhed a lot about what amazing artists we were. (Although I am sure the Grandmother didn’t really think so!)

The stencil for Brad’s tapestry.
Painting the wax onto my art piece.
All dressed up to help with the dyeing process.
Brad’s finished product.
Proudly showing off our new tapestries. We’ll hang them in Boulder.

So…that’s it for our first 24 hours in Kyoto.  Tomorrow we’ll spend some time learning more about the geishas and the geisha culture here in Kyoto.  I thought I knew a little bit about the culture after reading “Memoirs of a Geisha” a while back but have found out that only about 80% of what was in that book was accurate.  And to make things worse, the Japanese hate that novel for its inaccurate depiction of a Geisha!  I hope to be enlightened tomorrow

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Tokyo: The World’s Largest City — Quiet, Clean, and Civilized

Maybe we knew it at some point. Maybe we just forgot. But, as we headed to Tokyo we didn’t realize we were flying to the largest city in the world. Tokyo’s 39 million people dwarfs New York’s 19 million. What was even more surprising was how quiet, clean and uncongested 39 million people could be.

We arrived at the Peninsula Hotel in Tokyo’s Ginza District a day before our official tour began. The Ginza district is the 5th Avenue of Tokyo sporting high-end shopping, great restaurants and glitzy hotels. It also, like most of the rest of Tokyo, has a 7-Eleven.

Our daughter Stephanie came to Japan during her semester abroad. She told us we had to see a 7-Eleven. It’s nothing like the ones at home she said. So, since the iconic convenience store was right across the street from our hotel, that was our first stop in Japan.

I will say it was impressive. Prepared foods, and not just microwave hot dogs. All the packaged foods you would expect and some you might not. Although I did not notice my beloved Oreo cookies, there certainly were many other selections. Drug store staples like Band-AIDS and Advil graced the shelves as did many drink choices. Since ATMs are less common in Japan, many people come here to get cash. Many places don’t accept credit cards so access to cash is important.

And, finally, there was, upstairs, a seating area that people use to eat. It did, however, look more like a crammed set of work cubicles than a restaurant. We chose to skip the food at 7-eleven and found a nice sushi restaurant.

Lisa pointing out the 7-Eleven food selection.

Now by total coincidence, Lisa’s brother Bob was coming to Japan at the same time we were. We found out a few months ago that we would be near one another at the end of the trip so we arranged to get together then. What we didn’t know was that he and his wife Elizabeth would be there at the beginning. As it turned out, he checked into the same hotel, and ended up in a room on the same floor, two doors down from us. Sometimes our life feels like The Truman Show. This was one of those times.

Anyway, Bob and Elizabeth needed a snack and some water (it’s very hot and humid here) so they stopped by 7-Eleven. Unlike us, Bob chose to eat at the, um, dining area. Most Japanese people are relatively small. Bob is not. This made for an interesting spectacle.

Bob “relaxing” at 7-Eleven.
Bob, Elizabeth, Lisa and me in the top floor bar at the Peninsula Hotel. A slightly more comfortable venue.

The Imperial Palace

Japan has had an Emperor for thousands of years. He used to have his residence in Kyoto when that city was the capital. He and the capital moved to Tokyo in 1868. The Emperor used to be the sovereign ruler of Japan but, in 1945, after the war, he became a symbolic figurehead similar to the British royalty. The country is now a democracy, with the government being run by a Prime Minister and the Diet (legislature).

The Imperial Palace still houses the Emperor, his wife and daughter. The grounds are immense and lie right in the middle of Tokyo. It was said that in the 1980s when Japanese real estate was in a period of tremendous appreciation, that the value of the palace grounds was worth more than all of the real estate in California. Whew.

Lisa and I decided to wander over to the grounds on day one and then visited the Imperial Gardens the next day with our tour group. While you really can’t get much of a glimpse of the palace itself, the grounds are beautiful and you get a real perspective on the importance of the Imperial history of Japan.

A Bridge onto the palace grounds. There is a moat that was used to protect the palace. It fully surrounds the property.
We strolled through the Imperial Gardens.
We also walked through Hibiya Park which abuts the Palace grounds.

Taiko Drumming

Taiko drumming is an ancient Japanese art that was used to motivate troops into battle. We weren’t looking for a fight, but, it’s also supposed to be good exercise and a lot of fun so the first stop with our Exclusive Resorts group was to a Taiko drumming studio.

As we entered we removed our shoes and were ushered into a room full of drums. Lisa and I took our position behind two good looking drums. The instructor was an experienced professional Taiko drummer and taught us some of the traditional rhythms used in the art. Apparently the Japanese also clap out many of these rhythms at baseball games as well. We’ll have to try that when we get home.

Anyway, he was a good teacher and our group were good students as we worked our way through the progressively more complicated drum sequences. It is, though, a bit embarrassing when everyone else is silent and you bang on your drum with gusto. Our instructor was quite forgiving so he didn’t chide me too much.

The class enthusiastically banging their Taiko drums.
My drum. Kinda’ cool.

Our instructor spoke English very well and was very entertaining. He had an accent and phrasing very similar to my maternal grandmother. I miss her.

Once we finished our drumming session he did a demonstration of what real Taiko drumming sounded like. It was complex, intense, and very inspiring. I can see how warriors could be motivated to battle after listening to him.

Our instructor playing a self-composed piece.
Our newly inspired travel group.

A Michelin-Starred Lunch?

Next stop, the Tsukiji Fish Market. It was the center of Tokyo’s fish trade for centuries. A few years ago the government relocated the market to another part of town (Brett, our tour leader calls the new place “Soulless”). So, while the fish auction and major wholesale activity is gone, the market that grew up around that wholesale activity is still going strong. We wandered through the booths selling fish, produce, and other goods on our way to lunch.

The Tsukiji Fish Market
Wagyu beef at the market.
They even sell Japanese knives, some of the best in the world.

We then walked to lunch. Michelin-starred chef Yoshida-san was there to teach us how to make sushi. Wait a minute. We’re making our lunch? I know he’s a good chef. I just hope he’s a good teacher.

Chef Yoshida showed us how to make sushi rice. He showed us how to cut the fish, form the rice, add the wasabi, and proportion everything properly. For sushi rolls he showed us how to make the rolls so they stayed together and looked good. Our team, Lisa, Kevin, Mary, and I dug right in and started preparing our lunch.

Chef Yoshida
Chef Yoshida showing us how to properly cut the fish.
Somehow I got nominated to construct the sushi rolls. A lot of pressure.
Our lunch. Michelin didn’t give us a star, but, we were happy.

Typhoon #13

A typhoon is a tropical storm or hurricane that occurs in the Pacific Ocean. We woke up to one on Friday morning. It was the thirteenth typhoon to hit Japan in 2023. The winds weren’t too bad, but it did rain quite a bit. This changed our plans for the day somewhat but we are only here for a limited time so we pushed through and did what we could.

The radar image of typhoon #13 hitting Tokyo. On Friday.

We got to our first stop and were going to walk through a neighborhood but no sooner did we get there than the wind picked up and scuttled our plans. The two guys who were there to help usher us around waited outside the bus. We invited them in but they wanted to ham it up in the storm. They really were pretty funny.

Hamming it up in the typhoon.
We won’t let a little typhoon slow us down.

Somehow, Exclusive Resorts arranged for a special private prayer ceremony for us at Sensoji Temple, the oldest Buddhist Temple in Tokyo. It was deeply moving and we all got to participate. We couldn’t take cameras in so I have no photos. But, the experience is one we will not forget.

After we were done, we went back into the public area and shook long sticks out of a hole in a canister that had a number on it. We then opened a drawer that corresponded to that number and retrieved a fortune. Lisa shook out her lot, opened her drawer and got an “excellent fortune.” Riches, happiness, good luck, all the things.

Lisa’s Excellent Fortune.

I then shook out my number, opened my drawer and . . . Very Bad Fortune. Things don’t look so good for me. I had to ask Brett, our guide how Lisa could have a happy marriage and I have a bad one. Brett didn’t answer. He just ushered me over to this set of metal bars where you tie up bad fortunes. By doing so, you allow the winds to eventually blow away the bad fortune. I hope we have another typhoon soon.

The Tokyo SkyTree

Next stop, one of the tallest structures in the world. When it was completed in 2011, the Tokyo SkyTree, at 2080 feet, was the tallest structure on Earth. It has since been passed by two others, but, it is still way up there. We couldn’t wait to eat lunch up there and enjoy the view.

Uh, wait. There’s a typhoon coming through today. Well, at least we got lunch.

Here is the photo on the ground floor showing us what we were going to see when we got to the top.
Here was the view we actually got. It disappeared again after about five minutes.

The Shinto Shrine

We then headed over to the Yanesen, an old section of Tokyo that survived the bombing during the war. Japan has two primary religions — Buddhism and Shintoism. We visited the Buddhist Temple in the morning. In the afternoon we visited one of Japan’s oldest Shinto Shrines, the Nezu Shrine founded in 1705.

It was beautiful. The Torii gates at the Shrine are said to remove a sin for every gate you walk through. Some of us decided we needed to make several rounds through the gates. Regardless, the Shrine was a sacred place that exuded great meaning. It was a special visit.

The main building at the Shinto Shrine
The Torii gates
Lisa and I walking through the gates in the rain.

Our visit to Tokyo has been inspiring and educational. The people of Japan, the culture, the food, and the city are something to behold. There were no honking horns, traffic jams, trash on the ground, crime, or rude behavior. Pretty good for 39 million people all sharing a city together.

Our next stop is Kyoto. We’ll tell you about that in our next post.

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Japan — Exploring our Roots in the Land of the Rising Sun

Lisa and I are writing this from United Airlines’ Polaris Lounge at the San Francisco International Airport. We are getting ready to board a flight for Tokyo, Japan, our next international adventure.

Anxiously awaiting our flight to Tokyo

My family has roots in Japan. My Mother is Japanese and, even though neither she nor I have been there or really even have much of a Japanese cultural upbringing, there is something special about visiting a place of one’s ancestral origin. Our daughters Amanda and Stephanie visited Japan during their Semester at Sea in college. They said it was one of their favorite stops.

This will be another Exclusive Resorts group excursion beginning with three days in Tokyo. We then head to Kyoto for three days; two days in Hakone; and finish up with four more days in Tokyo. We will be traveling with seven other couples who we know nothing about. If our past experience is any indicator, we will have 14 new friends by the time the trip concludes.

Through total coincidence, Lisa’s brother Bob is going to be in Japan at the same time we are. He and his wife Elizabeth are on a Backroads trip. We do have to warn you, my tone deaf brother-in-law has been practicing all week for a trip to a karaoke bar with us. I pity all who are within hearing range of our attempt at rock stardom.

Join us as we update you on our adventures and insights. We are really looking forward to telling you about it!

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This Time It Was All About the Destination and Not the Journey

We Made it!

Most of our trips in the Winona Rider involve an amount of adventure and seeing new things while we take our time along the road.  This was not that kind of trip (See our previous blog).  Due to an inconsistent sensor in the van that kept us guessing, we just kept driving and focusing on the destination of Winona Lake.  I guess the Winona Rider really wanted to get back to the lake.

 After leaving the comfort of our condo in Boulder, we headed out to Ogallala, Nebraska.  We stayed at a cute brewery called Second Chapter.  The brewery is located in a 1927 building that had previously been the Goodall City Library.  The people at the brewery were very friendly and we enjoyed a Beer Sampler with creative names like the Witty Librarian, Trashy Romance, Czeched Out, Overdue Oatmeal Porter.  The book geek in me loved the names as much as the beer.  We walked the small town, enjoyed a local coffee shop in the morning, and felt pretty good about our chances of making it to Winona.  The starts warning had actually stopped beeping at us that day and we were feeling good!

Brewing beer inside an historic library.
Fun Beer Tasting at the Brewery
Faux Ogallala Sunset with the Dogs

We left the next morning and, no sooner than we had settled in, our Starts Warning began counting down and beeping at us again.  We went to nine and then, after a lunch and gas stop, to eight. Uh oh.  Time to regroup once more , reschedule our plans and get to Winona as soon as we could.  We added three extra hours to our day and camped out in a nice RV Park in Des Moines Iowa.  We have a lot of friends in Des Moines and would have liked to see them.  But, this was no time for using up our starts. The RV park was in the country so no trucks whizzing by this time.  Our minds were just on driving and getting to our destination at this point.

Des Moines Sunset

We had an eight-hour drive from Des Moines to Winona with the addition of Chicago traffic but we listened to a fun audio book called “Guncle” and kept focused on the destination.  On the way to Winona, the sensor messed with us again and went back up to 10 and then 16.  Whew. Clearly, this device does not know that I like to plan things years in advance and am very tried by not knowing what the next two hours will look like.  Definitely a lesson of living in the moment!

We arrived in Winona at 7:00 PM, high-fived and let out a big sigh of relief!  My poor husband also had to suffer with having a very challenging, nasty virus called the Adenovirus during our week.  The grandkids all had it before we left and as fate would have it, Brad got it half-way through the trip.  His throat was so swollen by the last day, he couldn’t talk.  I have never spent a day with Brad in my whole married life where he didn’t talk and tell me “interesting” facts and make his infamous eye-rolling puns (Editor’s note: They’re very funny).  It was eerily quiet.

Our First Winona Sunset

We are at Winona now where we can take it easy for a few days and not drive!  (except for our boats and sailboat).  The Winona Rider goes into the shop in Ft. Wayne on Monday and Brad is on his way to improving with a bag full of meds and time to take it easy.  Let’s hope both the Rider and Brad find a way to heal together quickly!

On the Pontoon: The dogs take their positions

We were both proud of how we handled this very mini crisis.  We worked together, considered our options, and reshuffled our plans based on what we knew at the time.  As we discussed in one of our blog posts last year, It Takes Two.  While our trip has gotten a bit upended, we still found a way to enjoy the journey – even though it really was about the destination this time!

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Startus Interruptus (Or how we ended up in Rawlins, Wyoming instead of Yellowstone National Park)

Brad and I weren’t going to blog our 2023 trip in the Winona Rider.  This would be our fourth year of traveling in the Rider.  We have put on over 30,000 miles.  Everyone has heard all of our stories. Most of our humorous mistakes in the Sprinter Van involved  our own “User Error”.  We are pros now.  What can go wrong?  Plus, we were going to Yellowstone and the Grand Tetons and everyone besides me, it seems, has already been there.  We were just going to post cute pictures of Moose (Meese?), maybe a Buffalo jam or two, and some pretty views and sunsets with the dogs.

Happy Dogs at Sunset

Then Saturday happened. 

After our lovely camping spot in Coalville, Utah, we filled up with diesel and headed up to Yellowstone National Park.  About sixty miles into our trip, the Check Engine light came on.  Not very comforting.  I started googling all the reasons that a Check Engine light might come on.  There are, of course, hundreds of reasons.  Brad said the engine seemed to be running well so we kept going.  After another 50 miles an unusual warning sign came on that said we had 10 Starts Remaining.  That quickly got our attention.  

Well, that’s alarming.

Out came Google again and the “10 Starts Remaining” warning seemed like a reason to stop. We were going to have lunch in Malad City, Idaho shortly so we figured that would be a good place to figure out our options.  We looked up Mercedes dealers near Yellowstone and the Grand Tetons.  There were exactly none. We called a service agent in Salt Lake City who laughed a little when we asked if we could bring in the van and then she told us they were booked until mid-July.  Uh-oh.  That’s not going to work.

Brad suggested that we go to our condo in Boulder.  If we were going to get stuck somewhere Boulder would be better than Malad City, Idaho.  And we calculated that we could get to Boulder in less than ten stops.  (Well, nine stops now since we just stopped for lunch)

So…we turned around and backtracked about 100 miles and headed to Boulder.  After filling up with gas we had eight starts left. Since it was getting late and we couldn’t make it all the way to Boulder, we booked an RV Park in Rawlins, Wyoming for Saturday night.  That’s one more stop down. We figured if we accounted for gas and our stop for the night, we should have six stops left before the Winona Rider shut down for good.  We hoped we were counting right. 

Brad needed that “We’ve Arrived” beer!

The KOA RV park had a beautiful view of the freeway.  And, being a last minute booking, our camp spot was right next to that freeway.  Didn’t matter.  We were so happy we’d made it this far that it looked great to us.  We took the dogs for their customary sunset photo with a nice billboard in the background.  They were less than enthusiastic.  Now, if we can just make it the 211 miles back to Boulder we’ll be home free.  

Sophie and Ralphie clearly didn’t love our campsite!

A funny thing began to happen as we drove back to Boulder. The warning sign went back and forth between 10 and 16 stops. Was the Winona Rider fixing itself?  Nice!  It was as if the doctor told us he was wrong and we had more than 24 hours to live.  The countdown was no longer counting down. We started to think that we were experiencing less of a mechanical error and more of a possible sensor issue or maybe even bad diesel fuel from Coalville.  We still didn’t want to mess around though because Google also told us that if we get down to 0 starts, it really means 0 starts and we would need to be towed.  

We arrived in Boulder on Sunday and we have never been so happy to see our beloved town!  Our great friends, Joan and Steve, kindly let us park the Winona Rider at their place.  We completely unpacked it and borrowed one of their cars to get back to the condo.  We waited until Monday to talk to our service agent to find out our fate.

After consulting with our service agent twice on Monday, he gave us the green light to go ahead and continue our journey (of course with the caveat that if we break down it isn’t his fault).  The good news is for the moment the Starts Warning Sign is no longer on.  We just have to contend with the pesky Check Engine light.

So, I guess we will blog a little on this trip since we have had more adventure than we were counting on. 

Will the Winona Rider make it to Winona Lake?  

Will we end up stuck in Omaha or Ogalalla, Nebraska?  

Will the 10 Starts Warning sign come on again?  

So many questions and we will fill you in on the answers as we travel Eastward to Nebraska on Tuesday!

Boulder Sunset
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It Takes Two

There is a song in the musical “Into the Woods” by Stephen Sondheim called “It Takes Two”. It’s a song sung between the baker and his wife when they go out for an adventure in the woods and realize that facing their challenges together would be more successful than doing so individually. Its main refrain goes like this, “It takes two, I thought one was enough but it takes two of us.” The married couple realize how much they have changed in their adventure. Instead of always doing things independently they learn to team up as they face life in the woods.

That song kept playing in my head while we were on our 18-day adventure “Into the Woods” up to Canada. Brad and I are both fiercely independent and some might stay a little stubborn. Just ask our friends and family. At home, we have our individual lives and tasks and to-do lists (Well, I make the to-do lists for Brad). We have also been happily married for 37 years on July 6th so we do know a little about working together and getting along as well, but, a small Sprinter van can test that togetherness very quickly.

We do almost everything together in the Winona Rider. We planned the trip together, we did the menu planning, we organized the van, and we packed our things together. Each day on the trip we have to make the bed, do the dishes, make the meals, do the grocery shopping, and do the laundry together. I think you get my point. We each have our own jobs even in the Rider but we have to work together and do a dance at times around each other to make it all work in such a small space. We even write the blog together. I often sit down and just put down all of my ideas with very little attention to grammar or facts in the evening. I am a bit of a night owl so that works best for me. Brad, on the other hand, likes to get up earlier than me so he looks at my draft and “cleans it up” as we like to call it. It’s a team effort and it works!

That being said, I would be remiss if I didn’t acknowledge that Brad does the lion’s share of the hard work. He is the man who does all of the hook-ups at our various destinations (including manning the dump station) and also the man who does a combo of gymnastics and yoga trying to make our bed every night. He is also the man who deals with the dogs when they need to get up early and go out! He, of course, does all of the driving while I entertain him with my intellectual chatter about the news of the day or my research about what we should do that day or where we should go to lunch. And, most importantly, he is the man who makes the coffee in the morning and pours the wine in the evenings and I am forever grateful to him for that.

Brad’s Nightly Bed Making Skills…A little bit yoga, a little bit gymnastics
Doing the Laundry…Travel is not alway glamorous

Before we sign off for another year, I thought I would leave you all with a few lists of what we learned and discovered on our trip. We went almost 4000 miles, spending time in five states, two provinces, and one new country over 18 days. It was the trip of a lifetime and possibly our favorite Winona Rider trip to date.

Places to put on your Bucket List

Banff, Banff, Banff! And then really all of the other places we visited. We didn’t have a dud. I would consider going in September next time because we did have cold temps sometimes and had to forego a couple of hikes because they still had ice and snow.

Lake Louise at Banff National Park

Places/Things that Surprised Us

Blind Bay in Canada. One of the most serene lakes we have ever visited. Such a lovely evening and it beat our expectations!

Low Tides, ferries and the Winona Rider don’t mix well.

The overflowing waters in the rivers and lake in the Pacific Northwest and Canada

The genuine kindness of the Canadian people, including drivers on the highway.

Blind Bay Sunset. Ahhhh!

Places that Disappointed Us

Nothing really disappointed us but it was a bummer to have needed reservations to get into Glacier and to be turned away. It was also disappointing that the parking lot was full at Lake Louise the first time. Our advice — plan ahead and do your research when visiting US national parks. Their rules change frequently. It is also sad that we can’t hike with our dogs in the United States national parks. Canadian national parks let you hike with your dogs on leash. Oh, but don’t forget to bring bear spray!

The dogs in the morning

Things that Bug Us

Lack of recycle bins in RV parks. What is with that? It’s really hard to be eco-conscious at places without recycling.

Loud trucks and people who run their generators at night.

Bad Wifi/Cell Reception. We have a blog to write and Wordle to play. We need our internet. (Although I felt a little silly complaining about that fact when one of our RV neighbors was chatting with us and told us he hasn’t watched anything live on a screen in 24 years because his house in Washington has no cable or internet. I stopped whining after that.)

Things in our Van that we still don’t understand:

How our power system works. Seems to be no rhyme nor reason.

How we sleep so amazingly well every night in such a small space!

The day we lost our power and waited 2 1/2 hours for the solar to kick in.

Things to do to be happy for 18 days in a Sprinter Van:

Book a hotel for a few nights at the middle and end of the trip.

Take showers in the camp sites if they have a good one

Laugh at each other’s jokes (sometimes that requires effort)

Play Farkle

Stay off Twitter

Drink good wine nightly

Don’t look in any mirrors

Spend time with friends that you normally wouldn’t get to see and have friends you see often meet you somewhere. We are forever grateful that our friends met us and opened up their homes to us along the way.

The Cohens in Portland
The Hoffbergs in Vashon Island
The Frandsens in Bend

And, lastly, Things we Can’t Travel Without in the Winona Rider:

French Press Coffee Maker

Our dogs

A Sense of Humor

Good Wine

And, most importantly, each other

Our 2022 blogging days have come to an end and we’ll see you all next year! We are always ready to take suggestions of where we should go and what we should see. Thanks for all of your feedback these last three weeks. We have enjoyed staying in touch with you, our friends.

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Redding, CA: Last Stop Down by the River

When we published our itinerary for this trip, our good friend Lorri Wilke saw that we were spending our last night in Redding. Her daughter Leah lives in Redding with her husband Cody and their two adorable daughters, Pippa and May. In about a year or so Lorri and Bruce are going to make a big life change. They bought property with Leah and Cody and will be moving to Redding from Danville. Both families will live on a 1 1/2 acre property in two separate newly-built houses so they can be right next door to each other. We thought living five minutes away from our grandkids was pretty darn good but Lorri and Bruce will be steps from theirs. What a treat!

We met Leah, Pippa and May at their new property. It is empty except for a pool right now. The original house on the property was burned to the ground in the fires of 2018 but the pool remained. We had a great time reminiscing and catching up with Leah. She was a good friend of our daughter Katie in school and they use to play together on the infamous “Speedsters” soccer team that Brad coached.

Selfie with Leah at her soon-to-be new home.

Their new location in Redding is beautiful and peaceful. The two homes will overlook the Sacramento river and will have plenty of hiking and biking trails nearby. This is good as the Wilke family is one of the most active families we know!! We had a great time envisioning the two homes while we visited with Leah and her two girls. Ralphie and Sophie loved playing in the river and I think they were sad to get in the van.

The Sacramento River. Their property is overlooking this view!
Pippa and May with Leah. We couldn’t get them to sit still much so this was the best we got!

We were going to have our last night at the new homestead but the temperature was 95 degrees and we needed air-conditioning to be able to sleep. So, we headed over to an RV park in Redding. It was an uneventful stay although Brad and I spent our last dinner reminiscing about the great trip we had just experienced. More on that to come in our final blog!

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Bend, Oregon. We Could Live Here

We had planned to go from Coeur d’Alene and stay at a nice little winery in Kennewick, Washington. The weather didn’t agree. It was to be 105 degrees there and our RV air conditioning only works when we are plugged into a 30 amp outlet. There are none at the winery. So, Lisa not-so-reluctantly called our hotel in Bend and scheduled another night. We made the 7 1/2 hour drive to Bend and happily checked into a beautiful boutique hotel called the Oxford Inn.

Lisa found the Oxford Inn on an app called Bring Fido. We, of course, needed a place that allowed dogs. Well, the Oxford Inn ranked in the nation’s top 10 dog friendly hotels so we were particularly excited to stay there. It also know for it’s eco-chic approach to Inn keeping. Look it up. The hotel staff had put out two dog beds, a water bowl, two travel food bowls for us to keep, and the ever necessary eco-friendly poop bags. The dogs were thrilled. We can’t recommend it highly enough.

The Winona Rider at the Oxford Hotel.
The Oxford Hotel. Very dog friendly.

As we checked in, our close friends, Mike and Mary Frandsen, were waiting for us at a cafe across the street. When we told them that we were finishing up our trip in Bend, they offered to meet us there. Their dog Mojo and our dog Sophie are best of friends. Ralphie, not so much. But, he tolerates them both.

We were last together in Bend in 2018 when we met Mike along with Chris Dittmore, Matt Swinnerton, and Ed Brown who were on a bike ride from Canada to Mexico. A group of us thought that Bend, a place we hadn’t been to prior, would be a fantastic place to meet them. Bend did not disappoint. It was a great time and we sent them off on the rest of their trip with enthusiasm, although our primary contribution was toasting them with beer.

Brad giving Matt Swinnerton a high-five greeting with Chris Dittmore looking on in September 2018.

After we checked into our hotel and cleaned up, we met Mike and Mary for our traditional post-drive beer. This was particularly appropriate in Bend, the center of the craft beer universe. After two weeks on the road it was great to spend time with two of our closest friends. Mary also brought along four of our other close friends in, well, flat form. It’s become somewhat a custom of ours to bring flat friends along since Chris Dittmore had a bike accident and he and Brenda (his wife) couldn’t make our planned trip to Zion National park. We also took them to dinner. They didn’t get to drink any of our delicious Oregon Pinot Noir.

Flat Mark and Jill Schratz, flat Chris and Brenda Dittmore, and 3D Lisa and Mary.

Bend, a city of about 100,000 people, is in Central Oregon, sitting along the Deschutes River. It is surrounded by beautiful mountains, heavily wooded forests and miles of hiking and biking trails. The townspeople are fit, highly educated, and love outdoor activities. Heck, there’s even a Bend pledge that makes you promise to leave Bend better than you found it. We hope we did.

The Bend Pledge

We spent the next two days in Bend hiking to waterfalls, drinking local beer, eating nice dinners and walking along the river. This town is beautiful and Lisa and I both felt like we could live here. Lisa even took a photo of a house on the river. I reminded her that the grandchildren would live 8 hours away (rather than 5 minutes). She quickly changed her mind.

Lisa spotted this home for sale right downtown on the river.
Bend Brewing Company is owned by our daughter Amanda’s college friend Leslie Deenihan and her husband Packy. A food truck complements the indoor kitchen and serves wonderful food.
Brad eating fish and chips accompanied by a nice session IPA at Bend Brewing Company.
Mike getting some pre-hike nourishment at The Commons Cafe.
We hiked to Tumalo Falls.
All four of us at Tumalo Falls.
Sophie, Ralphie and Mojo loved their hike.
Post-hike beer at Good Life Brewing. We all agreed. It is a good life.
Mt. Bachelor and South Sister Mountain as seen from the Cascade Lakes Scenic Byway just outside of Bend.
Mojo, Sophie, and Ralphie on the Deschutes River at sunset.

As we said goodbye to Mike and Mary and prepared to leave Bend on our way back to Danville, Lisa and I felt we found the Bend Pledge’s random episodes of magic. We will most certainly be back. Even Ralphie behaved well enough to be invited back (maybe).

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Blackwell Island — Richard Branson has Nothing on Us!

We left Glacier National Park and headed back west to Coeur d’Alene, Idaho, our next stop. Coeur d’Alene sits on a beautiful lake and is surrounded by mountains. This was to be no more than a waypoint to our stop in Bend, Oregon. But, we knew it was pretty and would be worth a quick visit.

Then, as we planned our stop, we saw that there was an RV park right on the lake called . . . Blackwell Island RV Park. Yes, the RV park was on an island on Lake Coeur d’Alene called Blackwell Island. Well, we have to stop there. Lisa and I took a trip to the British Virgin Islands and sailed by Necker Island which is owned by Richard Branson. We didn’t own Blackwell Island. Heck, we didn’t even know it existed until now. But, we knew that, unlike Necker Island, we could stay there.

It was a short drive from Glacier to Coeur d’Alene so Lisa and I headed into town for a look before going to “our” island. As we got downtown we saw many street closures and a lot of people milling around. So, we had to stop to take a look. Turns out there was the Coeur d’Alene Ironman taking place that day and downtown was the finish.

The finish line for the half-Ironman

It was fun to experience the energy of the event. We stopped to grab a beer. Well, I grabbed a beer and Lisa got an iced tea. A trio of Irish singers came along and did a number for us. Coeur d’Alene is so welcoming. Of course we had to tip them so maybe not that welcoming.

Our Irish bards

We moseyed over to the lake where people were lounging on the beach. It was 98 degrees here which was a bit of a shock to our bodies that had acclimated to mountain chill. A welcomed shock, however.

The beach on Lake Coeur d’Alene.

We then went back to the Winona Rider and, with great anticipation, headed over to Blackwell Island. We drove up and I went into the RV office to check in. When the woman asked my last name, I said, “Blackwell.” The whole staff (all three of them) turned around to look at me. One of them said, “We’ve been laughing about that one since we saw the reservation.” I wasn’t sure how to take that.

I asked who the Blackwells were and they point to photos on the wall behind me. There they are. They owned a big sawmill and gave most of the land for the beach and parks to the town. There you go. If you want an island named after you you have to have a sawmill and give the town a park.

The entrance to our RV park on Blackwell Island
Pictures of the Blackwells on the wall. They look, uh, nice?

It was a cute little island and we had a nice spot overlooking a small park and the water. Other than that, it was a nice, uneventful visit. We grilled a couple of steaks, had salad, and nice bottle of Hall wine and took a sunset walk.

Our spot for the evening.
Sophie and Ralphie liked Blackwell Island
We found a gnome house on our walk. Sophie wasn’t too sure about it.
The Blackwells on Blackwell Island

Other than that, nothing really happened. Sorta reminds me of the old Smothers Brothers song, The Wreck of the Old 49, where nothing happens.

The Wreck of the Old 49.

Anyway, it was a nice visit, it was fun to stay on a namesake island, and maybe Richard Branson will read this and invite us to Necker Island. I doubt it though.

Next, we’re off to Bend, Oregon.

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