Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Who knew Idaho was so pretty?

...well, actually I did. But I figured there was a chance you didn't, so I thought I would share some pictures from my recent trip there.

A few weeks ago I went on what very well may have been my last climbing trip of the summer. I took a long weekend with a couple of friends and made the grueling 10 hour drive to the City of Rocks in southern Idaho. We left after work on a Thursday, drove all night, and arrived at our destination just as the sun was peaking over the rim of the valley. After not-quite-enough sleep we proceeded to spend three full days climbing, hiking, dodging the sun, and generally exhausting ourselves. We capped the trip off with one final climb on our fourth day just before we hit the road and made the long drive back. Superb camping, huge granite rocks and some good photo opportunities made for a fun end-of-sabbatical trip.








Tuesday, July 6, 2010

In case you were wondering...

...we're still in Portland.

When we last updated the blog we were settling into Monica's basement for what was supposed to be a week long stay, before we were to head back to Houston and start looking for work. However, thanks to Monica, work found us here in Portland.

At the end of April we were running low on both money and motivation and we were both looking forward to getting back into a more normal routine. You know, one that involved regular work schedules, sleeping in the same bed for more than three nights in a row, or cooking on something other than a camp stove. When we were a few days from Portland, Monica asked us how long we would be staying with her. After we told her we were thinking we'd be there a week, ten days tops, she pouted that she had hoped she would be able to have us there for the whole summer. Paige reminded her that she needed to start looking for a job soon to which Monica jokingly replied that Kaiser had a ton of work and would love to contract Paige for the summer while she did her Houston job search from Portland. We wistfully chuckled about the prospect of spending the summer in Portland, but quickly dismissed the idea as unrealistic.

Flash forward to 8am the next morning when we wake up to no fewer than a half dozen emails we've been CC'ed on from Monica. Each are addressed to various department heads at Kaiser and titled something like "Paige Smyth is back in town and looking for work- she can start Monday." And then people actually responded to the emails. And then they were ecstatic about the idea. And then suddenly spending the summer in Portland wasn't just a pie-in-the-sky idea.

Paige's old department welcomed her back with open arms and quickly put her to work. Feeling guilty about being a house husband, I called my old company to see if they might be able to use my pacemaker expertise for a few days a week*. To my surprise, they also were excited to have me back helping out. So a few days a week, when I can squeeze it into my climbing schedule, I also do a bit of work to contribute to the household income.

Our plan, for those of you that are either excited about our return to Houston or our departure from Portland, is to stay in Portland until August. I have to be in Houston for school by August 18th, so Justin is going to fly up for my birthday on August 9th (shameless birthday plug) and drive back to Houston with Emma and me. Since Paige's work project wraps up at the end of August, she is going to stay in Portland until our friends Ian and Paige (different Paige) get married on August 28th. I'll fly up for the wedding and then we'll fly back to Houston together.

And that, in a very large nutshell, is what we have been up to and what we will be doing for the rest of the summer. Hopefully we won't lapse so long again before we find something interesting enough to write about. Thanks for reading!


*By "feeling guilty" I of course mean, "occasionally bored"

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Go West Happy Cow

Since we left Madison, our trip has been a bit of a whirlwind tour of the northern states. The brief (or not so brief now that I finally finished writing it) overview goes something like this...

We left Madison with plans to camp nearby and spend a few days in Minneapolis/St Paul. After deciding the twin cities would be better visited at a later date and in the company of two veteran tour guides (Bert and Laura), we pushed past the campsite and drove well into the evening to a rest stop just beyond Minneapolis. We rearranged the car, unfurled the bedroll and bunked down for what we thought was going to be a difficult few hours of rest. Eight and a half hours later we woke up completely refreshed and mildly annoyed that it took us almost six months to master the art of sleeping in our car.

Armed with the knowledge that we could sleep better and more easily in the car, than in a tent we continued the west/northwest journey into North Dakota with Teddy Roosevelt National Park in mind. As we drove across the state, we decided that the state motto should have been "North Dakota....Yup, 'bout what you expected." We pit stopped briefly at the park and let Emma run wild for an hour or two. Back in the car we looked at a map and a calendar and realized that given our motivation, the weather forecast and our projected stops along the way, we could be in Portland in time for Lincoln's first birthday the following Sunday. We quickly outlined a route and headed towards Billings, MT for dinner.

This is a good opportunity to point out that the culinary offerings of Billings leave something to be desired. If you are looking for a good steak joint you're in luck. If you're looking for somewhere you and your wife can eat for under $20 that isn't fast food, you might have a harder time. After running out the clock (everything in Billings shuts down early) looking for something local, we gave up and opted for at least something I'd never had before: Red Lobster. Imagine the joy on our faces when we discovered that it was indeed the last day of "Lobster-fest" and we hadn't missed out on all the festivities! Oh joy of joys! We split the salad, soggy lobster nachos, and cheddar bay biscuits (nothing goes better with nachos than biscuits, right?), came in a dollar under budget, AND got our weekly sodium intake in one sitting! What more could a road warrior ask for?

The next day we got a full tour of Wyoming when we failed to confirm ahead of time that the east entrance to Yellowstone National Park was still closed for the season. You might think we would be past the bush league errors like that, but you'd be wrong. You are never too experienced to continue being a moron. Our detour took us from Cody, down through the glittering, metropolitan centers of such towns as Thermopolis, Rivertown, and Dubois on our journey to Teton and Yellowstone National Parks. All joking aside, of the many detours we've made on this trip, our jaunt across Wyoming was one of the most beautiful.

Most of the trails in Teton National Park were still under snow, but we were able to walk the four miles out from the ranger station to Jenny Lake and enjoy being in the shadows of the Tetons for several hours. We had dinner in Jackson and set up camp near a state park between Teton and Yellowstone. The morning greeted us with panoramic views of mountains and a huge field for Emma to explore. From there we headed into Yellowstone National Park for an animal and geyser filled day. As the afternoon rolled around, we headed towards Helena for dinner and drinks with an old coworker of mine. After dinner with his wife, Tim Guisti treated us to a night on the town we are likely not to forget for a long time.

We had previously decided that given the state of Teton and Yellowstone, Glacier National Park was probably also going to have a significant portion of the park closed. Rather than driving so far out of the way, we took a layover day in Helena. We had brunch, worked out, visited the library and indulged in all the creature comforts we had forgone in the past few days. Sated, exercised and showered, we cruised through the mountains and into Missoula for a tasty dinner of salads and beers at the Iron Horse Brewery. Brunch in Missoula the next morning and we were off again.

We spent the better part of the morning driving down the mountain, alongside the Lochsa river. The hundred miles of white-water rapids made for a very scenic drive and before we knew it, we found ourselves in a wine tasting room in Walla Walla, WA. A few sips of wine and a long walk around town with Emma and we finally admitted to ourselves that there was no way we were going to sleep in the car again (no matter how good we were getting at it) when the only thing standing between us and the basement apartment Monica offered to let us use in Portland was a four hour drive.

And so here we are, in Portland, staying with the perfect hostesses Monica and Anya, and enjoying ourselves quite a bit. Something about Portland just feels right. Maybe it's the home brewed beer that rivals the best from the rest of the country. Or maybe it's the green in the politics as well as the trees. Or perhaps it's the backyard BBQs where the babies seem to always end up running around naked. Whatever it is, something about Portland feels like home. And it is nice to be home...if only for a little while.


North Dakota-Yup


There was a bear down there...we were too far away to see with our camera, but some people let us look through their binoculars. The bear is one of those specks in the middle of the picture. She had just woken up for the spring and had her cubs with her. This picture is really just a spot to tell you this story since you can't see anything. Hope you enjoyed it.


The Tetons


And again


Old Faithful


Bison


Lots of Bison

Beer and Cheese

The only sound I could make after our long weekend in Chicago, Madison and Milwaukee was the muted cry from my inner organs (my liver and stomach to be exact) for a much needed cease-fire.

Holly, who lives in Madison, WI, started her all out assault on our once-healthy livers by treating us to an afternoon at Wrigley Field. She opened her sunrise attack by hurling a few rounds of Miller Light towards us from Murphy's bar near the stadium. She continued the barrage throughout the Cubs-Brewers game with bottomless beers and endless food on the rooftop deck. Just when we thought we might be able to retreat with a few liver cells intact, the General MacArthur of Wisconsin assured her victory with round after round poured forth from bar after bar in Chicago.

By the morning light, we were able to gather the wounded soldiers and mount a retreat north towards Madison, where Holly had a milder, more healthful (healthful....what an annoying word) day planned for us. Our powers as rain gods seemed to be diminishing and we were fortunate enough to enjoy a beautiful afternoon walk around Madison and the University of Wisconsin. For our fancy dinner at the local sushi spot we were joined by one Bert Pinsonneault-choral director and runner extrodinaire. We spent the better part of the next day similarly, adding the luxury of fancy cheeses, Wisconsin beers, and card games.

That evening found us at the world-wide movie premier of "Go West Happy Cow," a low-budget movie about a guy wearing a cow costume who drives west with a trailer full of "Happy Cow" brand beer. The cow-dressed-star himself was there to ensure the premier went off without a hitch. Watching the movie was like watching baby movies of children you don't know; it can be cute for a while, but after a half hour you start looking for an exit strategy. Unfortunately, I don't think Paramount will be picking up the movie anytime soon. On the upside, we followed up the premier with a stop in at the Essen Haus for a few boots of quality Belgian Beer. If I recall correctly, my liver might have made an alcohol induced call to Bert for reinforcements. Unfortunately, the reinforcements did not arrive. Shame on you Bert.

Undeterred by a night out on the town, the next morning we were in Milwaukee at noon for a tour and VIP tasting at the Sprecher Brewery with a dozen of Holly's friends. After a rather lackluster tour of the facilities, we were escorted through a large barrel, and into the VIP tasting room. The host more than made up for the lackluster tour with a fantastic hour and a half of perfectly paired beer and cheese tastings. From there we carpooled and cabbed over to the Lakefront Brewery downtown where we just missed the last tour of the day. We consoled ourselves with a few samples and an impromptu dance party to Miley Cyrus' "Party in the USA." Believe it or not, from there we stumbled to the Milwaukee Ale House for dinner and a final round. While Paige (who had abstained for the last half of the day) drove us back to Madison, I fell asleep at roughly 6pm. A mere 13 hours later, I awoke refreshed and ready to face the day! My only request was please, no beer.

Before we headed out of town we spent the afternoon with Bert and his wife Laura, who had just flown in from her sister's bachelorette party in Las Vegas. Needless to say, she was onboard with the no beer request. We enjoyed lemony drinks at the coffee shop and pizza before he decided it was time to shove off and set sail. And so, shortly before the sun set, we once again, with destination uncertain, hopped on the road and headed west.


Paige on the rooftop


Paige and I with our lovely hostess, Holly


Tulips at the Capitol


Capitol Building in Madison, WI


The Barrel that led to the Magical Tasting and our Tour





Thursday, April 22, 2010

Wrapping it Up

Though our trip is not over yet, we're certainly approaching the end of our big adventure. Our original plan involved traveling for a couple more months, starting in the southwest, and then chasing summer north into the mountains.

While a few of the stops planned for this portion of the trip are still on our itinerary, we've decided to shorten our stay in this part of the country. For many of you, this might come as a shock -- arguably this part of the country is peppered with sights and terrain that beg to be explored in an open-ended fashion. But in the end Zach and I feel now is not the right time.

We're worn out. Living on the road takes its toll after a while. We miss the normal routine of everyday life -- having our own space, seeing friends, cooking meals that don't involve more than one canned good, and being productive through work and/or school. Ultimately, we feel like neither of us would be able to enjoy these places like we want to in our current state of mind. Instead of feeling excited and anxious for our next stop, we both struggle with feeling like we should feel those things. This wasn't an easy decision, but in the end we think it's the right one.

So what's next?

Well, we're visiting Portland for one last PNW fix then we'll head back to Houston via a Idaho, Utah, Colorado route. We'll still stop in a few places along the way, but ultimately plan on being back home within a month.

Keep checking for new posts -- we'll still be blogging up until we end the trip (and who knows, maybe even after), and love to hear from all of you keeping tabs on us. To "The West," worry not. We'll be back, well-rested and in a better state to enjoy you soon enough!


Ann Arbor, the bus, and Indy

While Zach was denying himself all the pleasures of modern convenience, I was enjoying a little R&R with friends in Ann Arbor. While the highlight of my visit was certainly seeing old friends, I also found time to stop and take in all the wonders that AA had to offer, including:

  1. Powwow: Fry bread, drum circles, chanting, southern cloth -- so good.
  2. Dominick's Sangria: Nothing says springtime in Ann Arbor like Mad Dog 20/20
  3. Cafe Felix Martinis: Dirty, dirty, dirty -- and yes, I'd like extra blue cheese stuffed olives
  4. Good-Night Gracie's: Ann Arbor, are you really not smoke-free yet?? Okay. I'll drink away my shock.
  5. Pizza House Chocolate Peanut Butter Shake: I have been trying, unsuccessfully, to replicate you since graduation. You were worth all the dairy issues I experienced for the following 24 hours.
  6. Advil (see 2-5)
  7. IRB: I am still the only chick in your weight room.
  8. Rehearsal: Sotto Voce. Do you know what it means? I do.
  9. Zingermann's Raspberry Brownie: Magical.
Thanks to Kat and Lloyd for hosting me...I miss you two already!

Monday I started my greatest solo adventure yet -- taking the Greyhound bus for an 8 hour, two transfer ride to Indianapolis to meet back up with Zach at my cousin's place. I was pretty stoked about my 8 hour ride after reading about "the buses" on the Greyhound site. Imagine my disappointment when I discovered the Ann Arbor to Detroit to Dayton to Indianapolis route was not one of those chosen for this improved bus-riding experience. Instead of my own outlet, wi-fi, leg-room, AND a seat belt, I enjoyed 8 hours and two transfers of musty, stuffy, shoulder-to-shoulder fun with 80 of my new best friends. On the upside, several of new best friends were fresh out of rehab camp (this made for good eavesdropping) and my seat mate had the sweetest rat-tail I had ever seen. Go Greyhound!

I arrived, stinky, but safely in Indianapolis where Zach, stinkier, fetched me from the bus station and then drove me to see my cousin, Heather.

Heather and I are only 9 months apart, so we spent the better part of our youth together. Heather and her husband, Justin, and their sweet puppy, Maya, live in a very lovely, soon-to-be-vacated bungalow in midtown. From their place we were able to explore their community via a great shared path that runs through the city. Emma and Maya had a blast on our day out to the brewpub -- both pups were totally exhausted after our afternoon excursion, which worked out well for the non-canines. We got to continue enjoying the beautiful weather over dinner outside. Heather and Justin were also nice enough to show us their very lovely, soon-to-be-occupied new home complete with a fantastic view of the wooded flood plain.

Zach also took a shower. Yay!

Unfortunately, we kinda sucked at taking pictures during this portion of our trip. Bummer.

Fortunately, we took more in Chicago, Madison, and Montana, and if we get our acts together, we'll have posts on that portion of our trip soon for you!

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Side Story to Make You Happy

This is a true story. If you are having a bad day and like puppies this should cheer you up. If you don't like puppies then shame on you.

Emma and I were cruising down Bert T Coombs Mountain Parkway in the middle of nowhere Kentucky when I saw a dog loping down the side of the highway. Being that it was a lightly trafficked highway (but a highway nonetheless) I decided to pull over and try to grab her. Emma could use a sibling, right? I chased her up and down the shoulder of the highway until some other people pulled over to try and help. They ended up scaring her into the middle of the road where she got by a car going about 50 miles an hour.

I picked her up to move her out of the road and realized she was still alive. The other people that pulled over offered to take her to an emergency vet. As I loaded her into their car, she started to come around more. We traded phone numbers and they promised to keep me updated as to what happened. I talked to them the next day and discovered that they took the dog to the vet and that she was not only alive, but had no broken bones and no internal bleeding. They were planning on keeping the dog once it got released from the veterinarian's.

So there you go: dog finds new home, people get new dog, Emma gets to remain a spoiled only child- happy endings for everyone! Now cheer up.