Friendship

I have so many friends. I’m not sure how many…

I have four best friends.

One was mine from middle school. He and his girlfriend bought a house way north of the city, so I don’t see him often. He and I keep in touch on Instagram. I should carve out time this summer to take him and his girlfriend to dinner.

I have a best friend from my first round of graduate school. She is now practicing in Germany where she bought a house. She lived in Japan for a couple of years too. We’ve done a few Google Meets on weekends to get our time zones to cooperate. Otherwise, she and I email one another.

My local best friend is like my sister. If I didn’t have her, I’d have lost my house in 2009. I have contract work from her and have spent countless holidays with her. We also hiked with our kids all the time when they were young.

I have a best friend from work. I met her through contracting, and then LA and another colleague and I went to visit her in her state. She has been through a lot with me. Lately, she’s been my biggest supporter since my GF broke up with me and I’ve been dating.

Dating.

DM.

Sometimes realize someone is completely vacuous, and then stop DMs.

Move to a call.

Ask to take a walk.

Sometimes the latter is weeks away and you have to go back in the app, hope it’s not archived and look at the pictures of the woman.

It’s fairly strange.

On the 3rd, I matched with a girl who was using the app to make friends. I thought that was interesting, and she was super pretty and outdoorsy so I swiped right and then I got the dopamine hit “It’s a match!” complete with rainbows, confetti and a framed profile picture.

Anyway, she’s European and has lived in the US for years now. Her parents live here and she lives on the West Coast. We had a lively conversation and moved to Signal.

We talked on the phone briefly yesterday and will have a video call soon.

She wanted to go on a winter vacation with me for a month to get to know each other IRL.

I told her that I get one day off in January.

She asked if we could do a vacation in February.

I told her that I also get one day off that month.

She works in an industry in which you have assistants and you plan your vacations in advance. She won’t work in the company she owns in January or February, but she will have virtual things that she does for her other work which is much more passive and doesn’t require anything but electronic management and emails.

My months that are like that are June and July. I pop on Zoom for a total of 4-hours and answer one set of emails across the three positions that I have.

It’s an academic year; however, it also means that if I’m in the Northern Hemisphere, I can vacation when it’s really too hot.

I can’t take weeks away in January or February.

I am measured, calculated and cautious.

A month long vacation sounds intimidating.

It’s like a job interview that doesn’t end.

It’s like an arranged marriage based in no previous in person contact.

After our phone call, and her asking for a way in which we could vacation together via DM throughout the late afternoon and evening, she came to the understanding that her idea with me couldn’t come to fruition this academic year. She wants us to video soon and continue being pen pals.

Something that I really like about her that I didn’t get from Tesoro is that she talks about her past and the mundane of her day-to-day. She sent me a picture of her grocery cart the day before yesterday! I loved those things. She’s sweet, highly competent, kind and definitely incredibly attractive.

The long game.

Southeast

I take solo vacations and have since 2021. They commemorate the end of the major terms at work. I only teach one class in the summer term and it’s an easy one. Only in the summer of 2017 did I teach something relatively difficult. So, annually, I get to take 4-6 days to myself and have been seeing places where I’ve never been and, of course, I hike or cycle. They’re restorative.

Before I flew out, things seemed good until one of the irrigation settings had been turned on to every hour instead of everyday by the landscaping company. I figured that out at 12:30 am, so it made my 7:56 am plane ride the following morning rough give my lack of substantial sleep. I had to nap at the hotel too. My son watched the house and took care of my pets. However, he turned off the water to the brand new cooler, which broke the pump because it pulled dirt, debris, and bits of straw panels through it. I’ll likely have a hot house for 8-days, because I had to order a pump last night at 11:00 pm, and it won’t come into the store for a week. He also blew out the pilot light to the water heater. Thank you, Same Day Contractor. I’m using the whole house fan–with all windows open every morning in an effort to get cool air trapped for much of the day.

My trip

TN: I had to change hotels in Knoxville at the last minute due to their having a fire at the one that I booked by the Tennessee Theater. I still haven’t been refunded, because I paid ahead of time, the Hyatt said that they refunded me, and booking.com said that I have to contact my bank. This type of customer service run around is the way of the world.

My flight was early, but was good. I was just exhausted because of the irrigation turning on at my house three times every hour, and likely some stress given the quick change of hotels. My rental car was picked up seamlessly. I stayed downtown still, but it was on the quieter side of the city and not near the famous theater. I kept trying to get pictures of the theater at night, but they didn’t come out well. During the day there was traffic, so I couldn’t get a good shot, but it’s gorgeous as is the whole downtown. I was shocked to see celebrations of Pride everywhere downtown given that I was in TN.

Knoxville is very, very cool. The town reminds me of a very hilly Boulder, CO without the wildness of college kids. It’s tame and quiet. It’s also beautiful. I walked to the university and then back through the World’s Fair Park. I wound up getting drenched because I left my raincoat in my hotel, but was able to get my stuff dried out in the a/c.

Likely most people have pictures of the golden globe above the city to represent World’s Fair Park. However, I found it most cool that the pianist and composer Rachmaninoff played his last concert in TN and that this statue commemorates this performance. This shot was also taken at World’s Fair Park. Knoxville is walkable and has really good food. Before my nap I went to Market Square and had oysters and a Po’ Boy.

The Brass Pearl makes their own hot sauces! I even had to admit that the Habeñero Peach was spicy!

I logged 19,266 steps the first day in Knoxville and had a good IPA and wonderful fish tacos for a super late dinner.

This place is great.

When I was walking back to get to my hotel, the fireflies danced around the old graves at the First Presbyterian Church. It was like they lit up the grave markers and came on like a light had been switched. It was a cool church anyway and the graves that could be seen were from the 1790s. I don’t usually take pictures of graves, so you’ll have to trust me that the appearance of the fireflies suddenly gave me pause and was neat!

I got up and ate the included breakfast at the hotel and it was good. I had a large quiche bite, spinach and turkey sausage patties. I don’t typically eat meat at all on vacation, but had little choice on this particular trip. I’ll get to that later…

After breakfast I walked to the East Tennessee Historical Society (ETHS) and the gentleman was friendly and opened the gift shop for me. I needed postcards and had brought a sheet of postcard stamps. I walked to the outdoor art exhibit and took in the pieces. Then I sat on the bench and wrote.

Beautiful outdoor area at the ETHS and the weather was perfect–low 70s and breezy

I hiked at the Ijams Nature Center. It’s beautiful and a short drive from the city. It wouldn’t be walkable though because the roads are even too narrow for two SUVs. You pay only a $5 parking fee and can walk any of combination of the 14-miles of trails available.

There are paved and wilder trails here at Ijams

I bought a new soap dish that fits my pedestal sink perfectly in the gift shop that was made by a local artist. I had gotten two mosquito bites on my hike. The clerk told me that coconut oil mixed with lavender oil is the best mosquito repellent for folks who attract them like I do. (Once my cooler is fixed, I’ll try that when I’m working in my yards. I can’t do that until then because I won’t have reprieve when I come inside to hydrate and get out of the sun.)

Then I was off to Cookeville.

I was disappointed with my accommodations. It smelled like stale smoke. Because the weather was cool, I was able to open the door and also several windows. Then I found the culprit. There were two bedrooms in this little house and the one on the right didn’t have windows that would open. It was stale air that had that hint of cigarette smoke. I elected to sleep in the other bedroom. I left after airing it out a little bit and went to Burgess State Park.

This dam was built in 1929

The loop is a 1.5 mile hike to each of the falls. I think that one is a cascade and the other three are legitimate waterfalls that get progressively larger as you continue to hike down the trail. It was not crowded at all and the Ranger was helpful. All parks and natural areas are free in TN. There are not entrance fees. You rarely pay to park in parks or natural areas in this state either.

I wish that I hadn’t been hungry! I’d only had my breakfast that morning in Knoxville. Looking back, I wish that I’d gotten back in my rented car and driven to the Window Cliffs Trailhead. The area also looks gorgeous. It’s adjacent to Burgess Falls State Park and the trailhead is about 5-miles away, but after even a small hike and the two-hour drive in the morning, I needed fuel.

I drove into the town of Cookeville and the Brewery that I wanted to visit wasn’t open on Mondays or was the seafood place where I wanted to eat. I was lucky that a locally owned restaurant was and the food was wonderful. It’s called Crawdaddy’s.

Fried green tomatoes with lump crab (delicious, but cut too thick). First Grass Roots Ale down the hatch

Hot garlic shrimp on converted rice with two sides. I chose broccoli and asparagus. It was so, so good! So was the beer out of Sparta, TN

I drove back to my accommodations and aired it out a little more. I was ready for Roku and walking around there a little bit. There was a handgun training school very close to my inn, and so I walked up there because I initially didn’t know why there was so much barking–just friendly dogs guarding the school. They were cute, but very noisy. I got most of the staleness cleared, but didn’t sleep great. Again, I got to watch fireflies, which was so cool as I’d not seen any in probably 30-years.

KY: I drove to Kentucky the next day. There isn’t any place to use the restroom on the secondary roads in this part of Kentucky. There are many churches, but those are not open on a Tuesday.

I finally really had to go to the bathroom and stopped at a local grocery. It was the zombie apocalypse grocery store. There was no rhyme or reason to the organization of the food on the shelves and many shelves were barren. Boxes of cereal and other items had been piled in the refrigerated produce and dairy bins and there was nothing fresh at all. I asked to use the restroom and said that I would buy something. They gave me directions to it and I walked around all these weird aisles with random boxes on them. Finally, I found it and it was beyond filthy. I was grateful to have a toilet though as none of the areas near the rolling hills had trees. I bought a gallon of spring water and left.

I got to my bed and breakfast and was able to check in. The room was laid out in a crowded way, but was clean. The bathtub didn’t drain so I had a gross shower in two to three inches of water, but was glad to be clean and not smell stale smoke. I left after my shower and hiked 5-miles in the area around Mammoth Caves.

KY is incredibly green and has lots of rolling hills. This view shows what the state looks like from an elevated point between trees.
This body of water is the aptly named, Green River, and I couldn’t take the ferry because the water was too high for that service to run in the National Park

I hiked 5-miles and really enjoyed having lots of solitude and seeing the area. Most people walk around the rim of the National Park and then wait for their tour ticket time. I saw a deer and enjoyed the dense forest, rock formations and some steep grades for hiking. The hiking is good in the area surrounding the cave entrances and visitor’s center.

I was the last person to have seating in the restaurant in the park because they were closing, so I tipped the server 30%. I would never want to be that person and have served twice before, so it was only fair to my server. When people come in when you’re closing it’s beyond annoying. I elected to not get bacon in my grilled cheese so it didn’t taste like anything and the fries were like rocks, but I was so hungry having only eaten one of the tomatoes from the night before and an avocado that I brought on the plane. Everyone was nice and attentive.

I took the Extended Historical Tour that evening. My guide’s name was Emily and she was very good. I found out later that she’d been raised in Kentucky and her Dad was a Park Ranger. She knew a lot about the ancient indigenous people who first used these caves around 2,000-years ago, the saltpeter mining for some of the gunpowder used in the war of 1812, and Stephen Bishop, the very first guide and explorer of areas in the cave that had not been discovered in recorded history.

My step count was 23,251.

I slept fairly well at the bed and breakfast that night and ate breakfast with a couple from NH the next morning. I had to ask them to be seated with them as I was the only solo traveler. The host seemed surprised, but the couple was friendly and around my age. I had bacon. I couldn’t have choices in what was plated for me because I would’ve had to tell the inn the day before. I started to realize that in KY, everything has bacon, so the grilled cheese at the restaurant in the National Park wasn’t unique nor a food anomaly.

Having booked another tour, I returned to Mammoth Caves. At 9:45 I took the Grand Avenue Tour, which doesn’t use the Historical or the New Entrance. We had to board a bus. We then went down through pristine entrance. Our guide was pretty sarcastic, but good at his job. I learned a ton, had a four-mile jaunt and got views of what seemed like the inside of a river canyon, and formations that were similar to those which were familiar having seen Carlsbad Caverns with my son in the summer of 2022.

When you start your first mile on the Grand Avenue Tour
“‘Tis the Last Rose of Summer” is a song from the early 1800s that gave this formation it’s name
View from the last sets of stairs on the 4-mile tour

This area of the cave is less popular and much better maintained. The hike was long, but worth it and it was an area mostly untouched by oils from human skin. If you visit Mammoth Caves don’t expect to randomly get in, you have to book a specific tour in advance. I would take the River of Styx Tour if I ever came back.

I ate my only good meal in KY after my hike. I typically have a no Mexican food rule on vacation because it’s gross outside of NM, parts of TX and CO. I went to the Watermill and they were doing only a buffet which horrifies me, so I asked a woman smoking on the top patio there where I could get seafood. She recommended El Matzalan, and I turned up my nose, but she said that I could get shrimp. So, I went, and again, it was my best meal in KY. I had them grill jalapeños alongside the green peppers on the camarones Jalisco dish. Excellent white sauce, and again, because it’s KY, bacon. However, it was wonderful.

I’d never had this lager and it was good too!

I went to the brewery, Yancey’s Gastro pub, in Glasgow and it was also wonderful. The Apron Leaf IPA was excellent. Then I walked the town for a little while trying to find the fort, but couldn’t. The people were friendly and helpful, but I was tired, so I drove back to the inn. I sat outside looking at the hills and reading my book. (That was when my son started calling me about the cooler that he broke and he’d frantically do that for the remainder of my trip.) I listened to the roaring trains and relaxed outside for about an hour.

Lush, chill rural Kentucky

I realized that I had a minimum of a 5-hour drive the next day, so I had to eat something before I got on the road. I’d be skipping the breakfast the next day that was included. I went to another Mexican place recommended by the inn keepers, but it was like shrimp in mayo on tortillas. Not a great meal and was obviously more of a cocktail bar, which is probably why it was recommended.

I logged 25,712 steps this day.

I got coffee at Miss Betty’s the next day and the staff was so nice. I should have eaten breakfast too, but I wasn’t hungry yet. So, I drank only two cups of coffee so as to be caffeinated enough to drive to North Carolina.

I am glad that I saw KY on this solo vacation.

I had a really long drive. I was back on the rolling hills aggravating folks for driving the speed limit on the curves until I got out of KY. I stopped for the restroom at the State Line convenience mart and asked to use the restroom. People are so friendly in TN. The clerk insisted twice that I didn’t have to buy anything, but having starved a couple of times on this particular vacation, I bought a granola bar.

I was fascinated by the jars with pickled chicken and quail eggs. He asked if I needed something specific and I said, “No, I had never seen single jars (6-8 eggs) of pickled chicken eggs outside of a vat behind a counter. And these quail ones are not something that I’ve ever seen. I think that every region has it’s own unique cuisines.” He said, “What about pickled bologna?” and he pulled up one of those vats that typically have eggs or large pickles in them, but it was hot sauce red. I told him No, and the young guy in the store with me said, “You’re not from around here, are you?” I told him that I wasn’t and he told the clerk, “I’ll be needing a couple of pieces of that.”

I got back in the car and made the mistake of thinking that driving through Pigeon Forge would be something that I could do without eating. I wanted to eat in NC. However, I just needed to be free of the Las Vegas of TN, which is Pigeon Ford, so I ate at Bullfish. It was great. All of my meals in TN were.

Charbroiled oysters with Hippies and Cowboys IPA
Wild caught pistachio encrusted trout with siracha butter, grilled broccoli and rice pilaf

After an hour, I was ready to continue on through Pigeon Forge. I got gas at a Buc ee’s.

Wow.

Wal-Mart with the cleanest restrooms on the planet and more crowds than Dollywood. I picked up Korean BBQ Beef Jerky, which horrified me later because when I was getting gas a huge cow was bellowing in the hot trailer on the other side of the island of pumps.

NC: I finally got to Cherokee. I had a no frills cabin with only one window because the one by the bed housed an air conditioner. However, the bed was the best one that I had on my whole solo vacation. It was nice and firm and I could look out the window in the bathroom while laying in bed. I also had a beautiful reading spot across the road on the property.

There is a little wooden bench by this roaring creek. NC was so nice.

I walked the town of Cherokee that night. The river has fishing and swimming and you could see the bottom. It was gorgeous. I also walked the bamboo forest in this area.

Ocanaluftee Islands Park

Cherokee is beautiful. Although I didn’t quite log 10,000 steps this day; I thoroughly loved being in NC. People are friendly, helpful, and my accommodations included roaring water. Driving through TN and getting into the Smokies was also wonderful.

Hemlock are dying because of an insect. Rangers are trying to use a specific insecticide on them.

I slept the best the whole trip on this night. I had a nice blackened fish meal at All Fried Up. I was so excited to hike the Smokies the next day.

Cherokee, NC is walkable and nice
Blackened fish with green beans. All entrees come with coleslaw, hush puppies and a corn bread muffin and you get to pick what you’d like for a side dish!

I got up and went to the Visitor’s Center. I walked the river and the farm. From the ranger at the main house on the farm I learned that the Great Smoky Mountains National Park has 800-miles of trails and 2,100 miles of water flowing through it. I hiked just under two-hours near the Visitor’s Center and enjoyed the buildings and equipment on the farm. I had a nice quiet hike along the river and enjoyed walking through the outdoor museum here.

River Trail on the other side of the farm near the Ocanaluftee Visitor Center

After writing out some postcards, I got back in the car with Ranger directions to Deep Creek area of the park. I got worried that I’d done something wrong because I hadn’t hit the trailhead yet. I stopped at Deep Creek Tube Center and Campground. There I found one of the most genuinely nice people who I encountered on my trip. If you go to the NC side of the Smokies, rent your tubes or camp here. She loved her job and explained that I hadn’t quite reached the area to park yet. She read my directions provided at the Visitor’s Center and said that those would confuse her too. She gave me a little map and highlighted how to continue my short drive and where to park.

When I got there it reminded me a bit of a commercial waterpark, so I just started hiking. People were carrying tubes and yelling. Some were also drinking really heavily.

The first two waterfalls were very pretty.

Tom Branch Falls
Indian Creek Falls

That day marked not only my most miles of just hiking, but made me appreciate how easily you can either get a little lost or be around no other human. However, I saw butterflies, wild water, waterfalls, and areas wherein I didn’t feel safe as a solo hiker going alone. There is apparently a cemetery in the hills around Deep Creek, but trees had fallen on parts of the trail, so I turned back around.

I had stopped up where you can see light and a contour in the trail because there was a fallen tree and no one around. I hadn’t seen anyone in almost an hour.

I felt like I could hear wildlife breathing. I also hiked around another steep trail within the trails and turned back around because of some poop that I saw that didn’t look like horse poop. It’s a little scary at times to be hiking or cycling alone. I tended to turn back when I felt like there was too much risk being solo.

I would recommend a hiking partner at the Deep Creek area and maybe other areas too. I would also recommend a hiking hat with a net because mosquitos swarm your face and when you wave them over and over it makes your view of things less spontaneous. It was somewhat steep too, so I probably would’ve benefitted from my trekking poles for the descents.

I was glad that I didn’t have encounters with any bears. I loved this hike and felt accomplished. I was wondering why folks were not hiking up? Perhaps the Deep Creek area is mostly for tubers. I decided when I was winding back down through the trails to see the last falls. I knew it would be steep again and was covered in sweat, but I was curious about them.

Juney Whank Falls – so worth the just under a mile hike

In total, I was hiking for about two-hours in this area. I covered nearly 5-miles and logged 11,660 steps.

I drove back to Bryson City and realized that I was no longer interested in the hour and some change drive to Asheville. I know that when I see friends this weekend I’ll get chided about that, but I didn’t want to spend another three-hours in the car when it was my last day on this solo vacation. I went to Bryson City Brewing and ate some Brussel sprouts and hung out. I found out that there would be karaoke later. My server, Lara, was cool and fun to talk to. I learned from them that folks work seasonally here as river guides. Lara recommended Mountain Layers Brewing, so I walked up there and enjoyed a wonderful IPA. I bought a wine glass to take home so I always remember it.

When I was walking back, I heard an incredible singer. It was Lara’s friend who is also a guide. I went inside and ate nachos with beer cheese and noticed that no one else would sing. I had already complemented this singer who sang and left. She was remarkable. I thought that she sounded autotuned. I felt like I’d not heard someone quite this good in a long time. I sang once and then went back to my cabin. I logged 25,704 steps that day.

The next day, I drove toward Gatlinburg mostly through Great Smoky Mountains National Park. I did pull over for the bathroom once. I stopped paid the $5 fee (Again, like TN, you may pay to park, but don’t have any entrance fees) and walked around the rim of Clingman’s Dome Visitor’s Center. June 15, 2024 was the park’s 90th birthday! I saw a little sign that marked the Appalachian Trail that marked over 1900-miles to Maine! That sign gave me pause having been on Mt Dessert Island two years ago.

I’m so grateful to have seen and also hiked some of these Great Smoky Mountains!

I hope that the 4th time is charming

I have gone to South Beach and the Everglades in 2021, South Harbor and Acadia in 2022 and last year I went all over OR. I’m excited to announce that my 4th Solo Vacation will take place in the south. Originally, I wanted to fly to Charleston and drive to Congaree National Park after kayaking around Kiawah Beach, but I couldn’t believe the prices of flights and rooms as well. The amended plan is to fly to Knoxville and have a rental car.

Solo vacations have been really good for me. I think that they’ll continue to be this way for me too. I was really excited last night working through my accommodations. Seeing Mammoth Caves and the Great Smoky Mountains will be wonderful. I have a hike planned in Knoxville too. There is a micropolitan town that I’m staying in for a night too and there are parks and waterfalls. The goal is to spend time in three states over the course of the week. I’m such a lucky person.

Summer, Winter and Spring

Ok, before I dig into the Pacific Northwest… I paid $40 to Maryland to take me to the airport and he said, “Well, I’m attracted to you, too,” when he was talking about his primary partner. I said quickly without missing a beat, “Oh, thanks. I’m completely aromantic and platonic with men.” He listened to that and then said, “You had your son. You were married.” Instead of saying, “Yes, and I separated from him in 2007,” and that getting to be a thing instead said, “I’ve kissed two men in my life. TWO. I can’t count the number of women that I’ve kissed. Men don’t make me blush. They don’t make my heart race. It’s not a sexual thing.” I sure hope that he gets it. Otherwise, I won’t hang out with him solo again. BUMMER.

The plane was late. The rental car was 3-hours late. They were so unprofessional until a shift change happened too. I complained and got some gas comped. Then I drove into Portland. I was starving. I did the wine and cheese happy hour and then took a long walk. I found the bar that I thought that I wanted to go to, and checked in briefly. Although I don’t usually eat any meat on vacation, I had to try 40-hour Pho broth. Honestly, broth simmered a minimum of 40-hours?!? I had the best salt and pepper rice flour dusted calamari ever too. The owner was an actual hoot. He sang and played for me. We talked about lead guitar and karaoke.

I went to the bar and really connected with the owner. A friend of hers came in and another woman and they were really close so I left, but she got my Instagram handle and followed me. She’s visiting her sister at the end of the month. I’m going to take her out and connect more. Stay tuned.

It was hot in Portland–very summer-like heat. It was 92 when I went to Pho and the bar and the next day it was 88. I slept well that night. The next day I ventured out more and walked a total of 32,286 steps that day and some of the 12-miles was walking the Willamette Greenway. That would have been the best place to ride a rented bicycle, which I didn’t do on this vacation. That is an amazing riverfront experience.

Calm, quiet and therapeutic. There is a poetry on the rocks area too and a Poet’s Corner boat.

I went to Deschutes. I’ve mentioned in other’s blogs in my commenting that I don’t like Lagers, but Night in Vienna is amazing and such a sin that they don’t can and export it! Deschutes was my crossover beer with Mirror Pond that started me on the road to hops. I’ve never strayed from that road, and had a flight of the ones that they only serve there. Heading back to Portland yesterday I was really sad that Ecliptic Brewing isn’t open until Tuesday or Wednesday, because I had wanted to hit that one too, but it’s lucky that I didn’t… More on that later.

I got up and got mobile the next morning and checked out of my hotel downtown–don’t worry I did hit Powell’s Books the day before too–and bought my son “Serving the Servant,” and I just remembered that I forgot to give it to him last night, so when he’s done babysitting this afternoon and I’m getting ready to take him to work for the evening I’ll give it to him. I also bought the updated edition of “The Ethical Slut” for me and I’m almost done. It was a long, long drive. However, driving through many impressive National Forests and all the lakes, rivers and reservoir areas was not a bad thing. Finally, I got to the entrance to the park, and it was, well, closed. Yes, gate down due to winter. It was June 8th.

Look at those TREES! Unreal.

No worries, I’ll do another route and just eat later. Again, starving. The GPS spun and spun, and spun some more. Uh-oh. Ok, go to the bathroom in the forest on a rock (That’s the responsible thing so animals don’t tear up flora for your salt.), breathe, breathe some more, you have just under half a tank, and a state map. THANK all the spirits and such that my rental car was delayed so I picked up a map waiting for my car! Only three turns. There are not tons of signs though so I did get disoriented twice, but finally found the south entrance to the park. I was dumping adrenaline and meditating on the trees so I wouldn’t freak out completely.

Just forest bathe in your rental car. It will be fine.

I finally reached the Park Office and Ranger and was pretty freaked still, but it was so nice to see the whites of a human’s eyes. I reached the lodge afterward having only driven an extra hour-and-a-half. I got my stuff put in my quiet, no frills, comfy lake viewing room and went to the back patio of the lodge. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It’s almost silly to post, because the picture is nothing like it in reality.

No appropriate caption for seeing this site

I basked in the grandeur until 8 when my dinner reservation was, and then was pretty spent, so I turned in right around sunset. I was anxious to get a good hike in the next day, which I did in the spring rain the next day. I walked past Discovery Point until I hit a steep snow bank and it was raining a little more, but was satisfied with my 4.7-mile hike. That’s when I met Tommy. I’ve had some good servers in my life, but none like Tommy. I’m going to write to Aramark about him. He could work in a 5-star resort. He’s done 17 park seasons at Crater Lake and is authentic and caring. Such a good lunch and two beers. Then I went back to back patio and sat in a rocking chair. That night, I watched the sunset.

Good fare. Finished all with the exception of the fries, which I did eat for breakfast on Saturday morning.

I drove to the coast! I just had to. Everyone kept telling me that the Oregon Coast is unique. I went to the salt marsh at the Wildlife Preserve and did some bird watching.

Lots of swallows and I also spotted a Piping Plover who sung to me.

I hit the beach, and then parked up the coast and walked over the ridge that is known as the travelling beach and once I went down to the water I understood why! Wow, the wind there is extreme. It’s hard to walk, but is so beautiful.

After a beach walk I went to the lighthouse at the Coquille River and learned about Denny Dyke from the Lighthouse “Keeper” and his wife who were super friendly and disappointed that I won’t still be in Oregon on the weekend for low tide to walk his labyrinths which last a couple of days until the tide comes in. What a neat manner to do art! I was thinking that with that level of wind it made sense that all the sand would move with great frequency.

It was getting late. I wasn’t interested in getting back to Crater Lake after dark because of one entrance being the only way into the lodge and my room, but the folks in the lighthouse convinced me to drive back over the bridge into town to trek to the Face Rock Viewpoint. I’m so glad that I did! I walked down the boardwalk, scurried up a rock, walked through the rock caves, and looked at everything there. I took what has become my favorite picture that I’ve ever taken too, and when I looked at it that night, I saw a heart beach rock in it. I think it’s because I’m going to fall in love soon.

The wind moves not only the sand, but beach rocks too due to its force
Crazy cool rock formations line the beach. I think that if you Google Face Rock, you’ll get the quintessential and famous rock at this spot.

I was able to make it back that day right at sunset and only turned around once to check a sign at Diamond Lake. I was way less scared than I’d been on Thursday getting to the lodge. I ate spinach and steelhead trout dip and connected with a traveling oncology physician and her husband while eating in the main hall of the lodge. They were very cool.

The next day I broke rules and hiked and was found out by a nice park ranger. I had no idea it would be winter at the lake until late July, and didn’t regret anything though because I did much relaxing rather than cycling and hiking, which is fine for me. Until I bought a book for a souvenir at the Visitor’s Center I didn’t know that Crater Lake is affectionately known as July and Winter. I get it now.

There were lots of snowfields to cross to get the the peak, and I would have been ok up at elevation, but it’s closed and probably will be until mid-July. The Park Ranger was cool, so I’m lucky.

Look at how when it’s warm the lake changes as do the cloud reflections

I went back to Discovery Point and also to just before the Watchman’s Overlook on the interior trail this time because Sunday was so warm and some precarious snow had melted. I was able to hike just under 4-miles that day on trails only rather than the road because it was a warm spring day rather than a rainy one. Winter may have just left Crater Lake. Now, the snow will melt and the roads will be plowed along the 33-mile rim.

You can see the back of Wizard Island from this point on the trail, but because only a mile of road is open on the West Rim in “Winter” you cannot see Phantom Ship

I had the curry again that night at the lodge and because Tommy was my server it was better prepared this time and I shared the extra curry with a man and his companion who were seated next to me. He was a professional climber and a previous guide at Rocky Mountain National Park. His companion was a family friend who had done some climbing in her 40s and she inspired me. They were to get up at 4:45 the next day and photograph the sunrise. I watched another sunset.

Mount Thiesen – a lightning rod

I left at 9:17 am and when I finally got to I-205, I found out that Ecliptic Brewing isn’t open at either location on Mondays, so I just went to the airport. I couldn’t get checked in. I went to the agent and she said that I can’t make my connection due to a delay. She said that I could fly to Phoenix at midnight and then stay in Dallas until 8:00 am. I told her that wouldn’t be happening. I said, “I actually can’t do 18-hours in three airports after traveling all day.” I meant it. I would’ve had a breakdown. I had driven 7-hours that day even before I got home. After some time she found a direct flight on another airline. It was literally leaving right then. I checked my bag, learned it was late, went to the bathroom and boarded. I had some scares when the woman (Aquarius) who I’d lent my car to for the week didn’t text me back when I was in my seat. Libra was supposed to pick me up at midnight and now it would be 4-hours earlier–no complaints–but I needed my car back too. Right before takeoff she texted and was with the Ballet Dancer (from my last climbing class).

It took me two-hours to get home due to a shooting near where Aquarius lives, but I was still home before I would have been and had a lucky direct flight. My son’s girlfriend was here, and they looked at all my pictures while I cleaned the kitchen and warmed up spaghetti in red sauce with broccolini and some chicken piccata. It was after 10 pm and I’d eaten two rolls and a little butter, fries, an ounce of snack mix, tomato juice, and the last picante corn nuts from my car (probably four and some salt from the bottom of the bag). It was so good to see my pets and my son too. I’m sleepy today, but had an incredible solo vacation.

Solo Vacations

This is the third year of them, and I’ve had incredible luck. When I was trying to fly out to get to Fort Lauderdale the plane was on a weather delay. It was 81 in Miami with light showers and 96 on the tarmac while we were trying to take off in the plane. They had to wait 75-minutes for the engine to cool substantially and be in the “green zone.” (Note those were the pilot’s words and not mine and I didn’t find them comforting.) I ate late night sushi when I finally got to South Beach. That whole trip was amazing. There is a great botanical gardens in North Beach which was quite the find.

Can you believe this area is where the city compost pile is? I’m not kidding.

I saw Vulture Island, air boated the Everglades on a tour, saw tons of alligators and learned about the impact of exotic pets. I’m glad to have been there before salinity ruins them and the small mammals are all eaten by animals which don’t belong there. I had ample beach time and really good food. The latter was surprising because I’ve spent many, many days in Florida and have eaten some terrible and greasy fare. Southern Florida seems to have better food from my experience anyway.

I had the same type of weather pattern the following year when I went to Mount Desert Island. I was getting texts from friends about 100-degree days and was soaking up the 70s on a rented bike going through Bar Harbor and using the carriage roads in Acadia. I would go back there and spend two-weeks in a heartbeat. I can’t describe the beauty.

I took off on my bike when the ferry that I took at the base of my bed and breakfast on Southwest Harbor was secured. We spent a couple hours on the larger Cranberry Island and I did a solo hike too. This is the view from one of the rock beaches there. There are all kinds of different boats on the Maine Coast.

We had over five-and-a-half inches of rain last month, and meteorologists are saying June will be “soggy.” Totally fine with me. I don’t have a working cooler in my house right now and the company wanted 10K, which I am not doing, obviously. I can use the attic fan in the morning and then shut up my house when the storms and rain abate. I’ll get a cooler when I sell the house. Rain is forecasted here at home until June 14th. It’s incredible. It’s in the upper 70s and 80s in Portland, and over 90 when I get there. I’m so lucky. Who knew going to Portland would be going into summer?

I had made a whole bunch of Udon in my wok on Friday, so I took some over to my neighbors with the last Korean Beef Rib, a piece of fried Turkey Spam, and an egg over easy. So they brought over the roasted and seeded red pepper dip which is milled into a paste, and a goat cheese dip that has a bit of black pepper in it (This dip is great and new to me.) and the huge pitas from the Lebanese bakery last night. This breakfast alongside black coffee is the best one!

This dip is made with cream cheese and feta. It’s apparently Greek and you put some yogurt in it as well to get the consistency correct. (I already ate the two triangles of baklava. I can pretend it’s a special occasion. I don’t do any sugar unless it’s a holiday or I am away from home.)

Maryland is taking me to the airport on Tuesday morning. I’m giving him $40, coffee and a burrito. I already made the latter. I think that I’ll get a private shuttle to get home. I know that’s really expensive, but our airport is notorious for having Lyft and Uber drivers just not show at night from the airport. I don’t want to be there until 5:00 am when the trains start running again. That would be an awful way to end my vacation in Oregon.

224,503

That’s my current step count. It’s incredibly unlikely that I’ll get 75,000 today, but I want to get as many as I am able. I’m drinking coffee and waiting to walk the pups and then am meeting a friend of mine for lunch. She has a private practice–she’s not a public servant like I am–and always texts and says, “I’m free on Thursday.” I don’t quite understand how after we’ve known each other for 14-years how she doesn’t understand my ample vacation schedule, but I guess it doesn’t really matter. I just know that she won’t encode mid-August through the first days of June is my schedule for grad students and clients. Her knee is toast right now and she plays semi-professional pickleball, so we won’t be walking. I have improved my step count for March as it’s much higher than it was in January and more than February. The latter is surprising because February I was at convention and also had to walk 4-miles in the middle of the night one night when the trains were not running consistently.

She’s on her third and final marriage. She was also, like me, married to a man as a young person. She has a thirty-year-old and a 20-year-old. I like her wife. We three span 30-years, which is really weird to think about. I’m 48, my friend is 58, and her wife is 68.

I remember when she was 44 that we were smoking pot on her couch and I was thinking about kissing her. She probably chalked it up to my being stoned. I floated dating her for a year probably and never made moves. We have a long-term friendship. She isn’t the most consistent person in the world and I wind up leaving her many VMs and then she finally will make plans with me, and again, texts things like “I’m off on Monday.” I think that I see her once or twice a year.

I went out with a couple of colleagues last night and we all sang. One of the women is really, really good. It’s funny, but when someone is that good, I don’t sound as good. I’ll have to go out with them again and get over myself. I need to do that and also learn to dance. I’m going to call another studio today. I think that if I could be less stiff, I would be happier. Learning new things is good for everyone and especially good for me.

It’s dry and scary windy. I have to water my trees shortly, so they don’t perish. After lunch today I have to go get groceries. My colleague who almost died is away on convention in FL and I am taking care of her daughter. I need to prepare four meals and she is a big eater, so I have to get lots of food. I am prowling with my doctoral group on Saturday night and will take her to work before that. Sunday I will just unwind. It was a pretty fun week off of work, and I’m ready for the 8-week push until summer vacation!

Try it again

I did not have to use those simulated ice tools again. They let me simply climb. They started me on a 5.9 and the start was brutal. By the time I was 10-feet up, I was shaking. I told the instructor that it was way past my ability level. I have climbed 7 times TOTAL before, so I’m not good with mini edge pieces like this one:

You slide your foot sideways on it and are barely flat on the wall. I felt really good when the instructor who has climbed all over the nation said that the start was gnarly, and also said that it was a 5.11+ climb after she couldn’t get up it all the way. Sport climbing is pretty difficult actually. I want to get back on rock. I ought to be able to do that mid-April because the climber is so nice. I needed my pinky though and because I had bowled 6 games on Thursday, and my middle finger was a little swollen and it got more swollen climbing. I need to take really good care of my hands and joints if I want to get better at climbing. The top broken pinky joint feels mostly healed, but the bottom joint still looks a little dislocated and is pretty swollen. I’ll have the OT at work look at it again next week. No more boxing or dodgeball.

I lifted on Friday and on Sunday. I want to take my dogs hiking Wednesday. I would like to get my total steps up to 300,000 by Friday. I never quite track 10,000 per day, but always get way more heart points than is recommended. I’m only up to 174,368 steps, so I need 31,000 or so everyday for the remainder of the week. It’s doable. I have a walking lunch with a friend of mine on Friday and tomorrow I am having lunch at a colleague’s parents’ house.

I am going to karaoke with my doctoral group on Saturday. I’m going to bring the nice guy from work if he remembers. I guess that you can have friends join. The cardiologist’s friend from snowshoeing saw his picture and asked me to bring him. It’s at least slightly a prowl for me. I really want to increase my pool.

My Boss turns 40 on Sunday and is having a bash. I asked the climber, but she was noncommittal. She wasn’t rude, but has been pretty adamant lately about wanting to climb soon, and hasn’t said yes to anything else; although she thanked me for calling and inviting her to the party. She’s climbing and ice climbing for a week. We’re good though. She didn’t go to work last Monday and texted back and forth with her initiation that day. After kissing in the car when we commuted home together a couple of weeks ago today, I knew that she and I were good.

It’s so nice to not be working right now. I got all my tax stuff submitted to the accountant and now am waiting for a giant bill. I made over 131K last year, so I will pay in badly. I’m going to clean some stuff around the house too. I’m getting things done that I don’t have the bandwidth to do when I go into the office everyday.

My ex-mother-in-law texted me. She has a memory of just us eating dinner in a restaurant in NM. I don’t think it ever happened. We had breakfast with her boyfriend only, but I didn’t go to dinner with just her. I didn’t argue and recommended The Shed. I hope that she and her boyfriend like it. Neither one of us made it a thing. It was a little unsettling. I would never want ill-will between us and legitimately miss her and my ex-wife’s two sisters.

I get 9-weeks of vacation this summer. I’m going to go to OR. I’ve never been. I’m going to stay in Portland two nights and then I’m actually driving–I never do that–a couple of hours to Crater Lake. I will still rent a bike so I can do the 33-mile rim ride, but will have a car. I usually use my feet or rented cycles on solo vacations. I’m going to call two companies tomorrow morning before I go to lunch. I want to have a bike with me for a couple of days when I’m physically at Crater Lake Lodge. I’m also going to boat on a booked trip to Wizard Island. I’m looking forward to spring and summer!