Thursday, July 24, 2008 – Astoria, Oregon

After checking out of the Rosebriar Inn, we started our tour of Astoria.  There are many Victorian houses and a large column, the Astoria Column, at the highest point in town.  It shows the founding of Astoria and honors Clark and Lewis.  (Lewis gets way too much credit and I’m a Clark.)

Astoria column

Then we went to Fort Clatsop where Clark and Lewis wintered in 1805.  They really don’t know the exact site but it was an interesting little National Park.  From there we went to Fort Stevens State Park to see the wreck of the Peter Iredale, a  British ship that ran into trouble in 1905.  The picture is the hulk of the ship on the sand looking from one end to the other.

Peter Iredale shipwreck

We then went out and looked at the confluence of the Columbia River and the Pacific Ocean, had fish and chips (meh) for lunch and checked into our new hotel, the Holiday Inn Express, where it’s “a good thing to sleep under a bridge.”  This is a picture taken out of the window in our room.  Yay! for clean. Yay! for big, comfortable king bed. And yay! for no ants!

Under the bridge

 

Wednesday, July 23, 2008 – Oregon Coast


Alsea Interpretive Center

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When we looked at our GPS, the demonic “Missy” told us that we had about 250 miles to go today and it would take over 6 hours. Huh, that seemed like a long time. But by the time we stopped and had breakfast and lunch and looked at the Alsea Bay Bridge Interpretive Center and Tillamook Cheese Factory, it took us over 8 hours to get from Bandon to Astoria, Oregon.

John was really great about doing all the driving. Between the cliffs and the high bridges, there was no way I was going to participate.

First we stopped at the Kountry Kitchen for an awful breakfast. Will I never learn? Never eat at a restaurant called “Kitchen” and never, never eat at a place that thinks it’s cute to misspell things.

Our next stop was at the Alsea Bay Bridge Interpretive Center. Conde McCullough was the architect for most of the bridges along US 101 in Oregon. In fact, we had seen a program about him and his bridges on Modern Marvels. They are art deco masterpieces. The Center explained the history of the bridges and the building of the Alsea replacement bridge. The McCullough bridge had been built with the wrong mix of concrete and had begun to fail. Anyway, really interesting.

The Oregon coast is really beautiful and very wild. The road is windy with lots of grade and the little towns really slow you down. A speeding tourist is a real revenue opportunity.

We also stopped at the Tillamook Cheese Factory . There was a self-guided tour and lots of people. We didn’t spend too much time here.

Finally we got to Astoria with its looming bridge across the Columbia River. We checked into the Rosebriar Inn. I had booked the Carriage House. Not clean, not comfortable and with giant carpenter ants. No way we are spending two nights here.

Tuesday, June 22, 2008 – Coos County Fair

Will the fun never end?  Having lived within a mile of the Alameda County Fairgrounds for the last 15 years, we have only once gone to the fair.  And that was only because Jonathan was singing there.  But we’re on vacation!  Time to do wild and crazy things.  So today we bundled up and headed to the fair which was about 25 miles inland from here – in the middle of nowhere.  Who would come to this fair?  Judging from the parking lot, a lot of people from Oregon, one car from California, and one car in stealth mode with Utah plates (ours).

Now here’s something you may not know.  When John was at MIT he was in a fraternity and had nicknames.  One was Ponch, for Pontius Pilate and the other was llama because of a long upper lip.  Now I’ve never thought of John’s upper lip as freakishly long but I took a picture of a county fair llama.  You be the judge.

Namesake

We enjoyed looking at the animals and watching girls on horseback doing dressage.  We went to a technical judging of llamas and learned lots of new facts about them.  For instance, their offspring are called crias.  We saw sheep that looked like Cousin It.  We looked at lots of jarred fruit and vegetables as well as platesful of cookies.  There were quilts and knitted garments.  Almost everything had some sort of ribbon on it.  It seemed much like when the kids were on swim team.  You got a ribbon no matter what.  Yay, seventh place out of seven.  Perhaps we never taught them how to deal with defeat.

Finally, we watched a guy do chainsaw art.  He started with his big chainsaw and gradually worked down to the more precise chainsaws.  He never paused.  Never stepped back to evaluate his work.  He just kept sawing at his masterpiece until it became a bear holding a “welcome” sign.  You’ll notice that he’s concerned about his hearing but not so much his eyesight.

Chainsaw carving

Tomorrow we head up to Astoria, Oregon.  The sun finally came out today around 5 PM and we are hoping for warmer (but not too warm) weather in the future.

Monday, July 21, 2008 – Bandon, Oregon


Cold man and the sea

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We have a house right across a park from the ocean. If there were actually a sun, we could see it set. The weather has been rather totally marine layer and the sun never made it out today. But intrepid travelers that we are, we went to the park and down the cliff to the beach. The picture tells it all.

Along with freezing at the beach, we went into downtown Bandon, had lunch and did some shopping. As doting parents and grandparents we are always on the lookout for some piece of vacation schlock to foist upon our kids – only good presents for Nathan. (Actually we try to get our kids some nice stuff too.) We also went to the Coquille Point lighthouse. That’s pronounced KO KWELL, not like the famous French dish Coquille Saint Jacques. Apparently the native Americans here were more into subsistence than haute cuisine.

We found out that the Coos County Fair is opening tomorrow and we think maybe we’ll go check it out. There are probably some mighty fine presents to be had there!

Sunday, July 20, 2008 – Cape Blanco Lighthouse

  


Cape Blanco lighthouse

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 Today we wended our way up the Oregon coast. We stopped for some coffee in Crescent City, CA on our way to Oregon. Many years ago we spent a vacation in Crescent City. We wanted to see if the place had improved at all. It hasn’t. Most store fronts are vacant and the place has the look of a deserted beach town. If Eureka lacks good weather and accessibility, then Crescent City is inclement and desolate.

We visited the Cape Blance lighthouse in southern Oregon. The town nearby, Port Orford, is the further west of any incorporated town in the contiguous United States. The lighthouse, which is out on a point of land, is subject to extremely high winds. Extremely high. Although the picture looks quite calm, the wind had to be blowing at a steady 35 to 40 mph with gusts higher. Add to that the fact that it was in the 50’s and you’ve got some uncomfortable weather.

So we took the tour and then hurried back and huddled in the car. I think when I was planning this trip I was hoping for something between St. George weather (100+) and winter (here).

Saturday, July 19, 2008 – Eureka, California

Today when we woke up the marine layer was in.  Yay!  I am really hoping that the cooler moist air will help to soothe my lungs.  I have been having constant asthma problems ever since the fires here in California started.  In fact on the way up here, we passed through miles and miles of murky, smoky air.  There was a fire base camp with hundreds of small tents for the firefighters to get a few hours of rest.  It must be a really difficult job.  Anyway, the moist air from the Pacific is covering Eureka and will probably remain until this afternoon.  And I’m glad.

Marine layer

This morning we went to the Blue Ox Millworks.  We were treated to a personal tour by the owner, Eric Hollenbeck, who had quite a bit of acclaim in the 90’s being televised explaining his craft and honored by President Clinton on Earth Day. Here’s a picture of John standing by Paul Bunyan at the Blue Ox.

Blue Ox

The shop does both new and restoration work.  The machines in the shop date from the 1800’s to the mid-1900’s. They make their own knives for the woodworking machines and their own stains.  They also run a program for at-risk youth.  The mill is an alternative high school.  The kids learn a trade and all their academics through a hands-on program.  On the grounds are many exhibits including a rose garden.

Blue Ox rose garden

After lunch we did a walking tour of downtown Eureka.  I had printed the tour off the internet and was the envy of other tourists. Since our condo is in a great location, the tour started right outside our door.  We walked all over downtown and then took a ride to the Carson Mansion.     

                                        Carson Mansion   

 Finally, we took a ride out to the beach.  As you can see, the beach is a pretty uncrowded place.

Uncrowded beach

An interesting aspect of the beach here is that after Pearl Harbor was attacked, there was a lot of fear that the west coast would be attacked.  For protection, ammunition bunkers were built and the coast guard patrolled the beaches watching for submarines.

WWII bunkers, Samoa, CA

So all in all Eureka has been a pretty interesting place.  There are Victorian houses, a working harbor, WWII history, and the lumber industry.  We ate out at the Lost Coast Brewery Pub and stayed in a condo on the waterfront in the middle of the historic district for about as much as you would pay for a good hotel.  Here’s a picture of our condo.  It’s on the second floor in the middle.  The picture is taken from the Eureka boardwalk.  Eureka only needs sunnier weather and more accessibility to become a tourist haven.

Bayfront One 

Friday, July 18, 2008 – Eureka, California

After getting up bright and early and snagging some breakfast at the hotel, we headed up to Eureka.  On the way, we took the Avenue of the Giants, a road through magnificent coastal redwoods.  We stopped to walk into the forest a little and take some pictures.  John looks very tiny!

Tiny Zayde

Later, we stopped at the Visitor’s Center where there was a tree that had fallen down.  The rings were marked with various historical dates.  The tree had been born in 1187 so it had been alive through a lot of history. 

Tree rings

 Inside the visitor center, there was an exhibit about a man, Charles Kellogg, who had been instrumental in saving the redwoods.  He even built a truck out of a redwood and drove around promoting his cause.  The odd thing, though, is that this man could vocalize bird songs and is the only known man to extinguish a flame with his voice.  Until, that is, our Jon extinguished a flame on MythBusters last year!  Wow, what a coincidence.

Voice flame extinguisher

We arrived in Eureka around 4 PM also stopping in Scotia, a Pacific Lumber Company owned town.  And Ferndale which is a totally Victorian town, really cute and well preserved.  We are staying in a condo here and it’s right on the harbor.  Here’s the view out our window. 

Eureka view  

 

 

 

ROAD GAME

On our way back to California from Utah there is an endless stretch of Interstate 5 which we have to travel for hours.  Since it is at the end of our trip, it occurs when we are the most tired.  This time, to while away the hours I mandated a silly game.  We would have to make up stories about why the different exits were named what they were.  Twisselman Rd., Kettleman City, Panoche, Little Panoche, Mercey Hot Springs, Coalinga, etc., etc.

Of course this led to much silliness.  We got to talking about how Adam Ling (he chose an American sounding first name) started several companies.  To keep them straight he just called them by an alphabetic title, i.e. Company A, Company B.  On his legal papers his first company and owner became, Company A, Ling, Adam.  This was shortcut to CoALingA or Coalinga.  Also when he went to war he became the bugle boy for Company A or, once again, CoALingA. 

In the case where fact is stranger than fiction, the real reason that Coalinga is named Coalinga is not because it is some Spanish word.  It seems that trains used to stop there to get fuel and it was known as Coaling Station A or CoalingA and after time became Coalinga (pronounced CO a LING a).

I could go on and on telling you about the Spanish priests and the Los Hills which regained its T and became Lost Hills or their compatriots the French priests who thought the natives had Little Panoche but you probably had to be there.

HERBIE FULLY LOADED

TODAY’S RESTAURANT REVIEW

THE HERBFARM, Woodinville, Washington

Speaking of fully loaded, last night we ate a nine course dinner at the five star Herbfarm.  Each menu is designed around seasonal products of the Northwest and our dinner was “A Menu for a Copper King.”  The entrie menu featured salmon and, of course, herbs.  After a tour of the herb garden with small tastes of different plants, we sat down to this sumptuous dinner at 7 and arose around midnight.  Each course was explained and paired with wine.  It was quite an experience!  Our menu –

1. Paddlefish caviar on crispy salmon skin, stellar bay oyster with sorrel sauce and copper river salmon dog.  This was served with a 1997 Argyle brut.  I think the real star of this dish was the caviar which was served on creme fraiche and was not too salty. It went well with the crispy skin.  The salmon dog on a brioche bun was also really good.  And although I’m not an oyster fan, I enjoyed that as well.

2. Lemon thyme consomme with dungeness crab, halibut cheeks, and razor clams served with a 2005 King Estate Pinot Gris.  This was also pretty good.  I would have liked the consomme to have been a little hotter but all the ingredients worked well together.

3.  Nettle, goat cheese, and green garlic ravioli served with a 2004 L’Ecole No. 41 Semillon, Columbia Valley. The ravioli were served with wild fiddleheads and a lovage sauce.  This was really good.  The goat cheese wasn’t too strong and I’d never had fiddleheads before.  They were quite delicious.

4.  Copper River sockeye salmon salad with pea sprouts, wild greens, radishes and herbs served with a 2005 Soter Vineyards North Valley Rose.  This was fabulous.  The salmon had been cooked slowly at 185 degrees and was meltingly perfect but I really thought the greens stole the show.  In combination with the salmon, the little piquant tastes of watercress, arugula, mint and other herbs was just perfect.

5. May Wine Ice.  A strange herbal Moselle sorbet which worked as a palette cleanser.

6.  Copper River King Salmon with morel mushrooms, asparagus, lentil croquette and pinot noir-fennel sauce served with a 2004 Beaux Freres Belles Soeurs Pinto Noir.  My absolute favorite thing of the evening?  The lentil croquette.  Yes, the lowly lentil was raised to a new level in a savory croquette full of herbs and with a hint of sweetness.  I couldn’t eat all the salmon because I was really full at this point but if they’d given me another croquette, I would have found room.  The asparagus was too crunchy for my taste and I would have liked a little bit more of the sauce.  Oh, and morels?  Yum.

7.  Sally Jackson Guernsey cow cheese with a dried fruit turnover and cress salad.  Surprisingly strong cheese  that combined well with the cress and the sweetness of the fruit.

8.  Sweet cicely creme brulee and fritter, rhubarb cobbler with angelica ice cream and lemon verbena sherbet cone.  Not one, not two but three desserts.  Can’t keep eating.  Must lay down.  Took small tastes of each.  All good.

9.  Brewed coffees, teas and infusions with a selection of small treats and a vintage 1916 Barbeito Malvasia Madeira.  We each had our own French press for teas and coffees.  Could not eat small treats.  I am now at bursting point.  Headline reads, “California Woman Explodes at Herbfarm.”

Oh, and there were also these incredibly tasty onion-potato rolls that they kept coming around and serving you with a chive butter.

Wow, what a meal. 

Table consensus – A+

 

 

A FABLE: THE HIKE

TODAY’S FABLE

The Hike

Once upon a time there were two people named Mary and John.  They lived in the gorgeous red rock country of Southern Utah.

On a beautiful morning Mary said, “It is a lovely day.  Let us take a hike and have a picnic, John.”

John agreed and they went to look at maps to find a route.  Finding things on maps has always been dangerous for Mary and John.  It often leads to misadventures.

“This looks like a good hike,” John opined.  “It is in the Kolob Terrace portion of Zion National Park.  I remember that there is a service road that can get us to a fine hiking spot.”

“I shall make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches,” volunteered Mary.  “We need to have extra energy so I will make some gorp out of what I can find in the pantry.  (This turned out to be crumbled biscotti and raisins.) And also carrot sticks.  After all this is a healthy hike.”

So off they went for their hike and picnic except that they got too hungry along the way and stopped at McDonald’s for a hamburger.  “We need even more extra energy,” they thought.

Up and up they drove, starting in the full fledging of spring in Virgin, UT and ending at the very beginning of spring in the park at 8000 feet.  Some snow was still on the ground. They turned onto a dirt road that took them to Lava Point Overlook.

“Alas,” sighed Mary, “the service road down the cliff is gated and locked! We must find another way down.”

So they found Barney’s Trail, a dirt path that led almost straight down the cliff and to the service road.

“This is very steep,”  Mary exclaimed.  But on they went and finally reached the road that took them to the West Rim Trail.  Unfortunately, this was also downhill although more gradually than Barney’s Trail.

On and on they trod, hoping for a fantastic overlook into Zion canyon.  “Just a half an hour more,” said John intrepidly.  Unfortunately, the overlook never materialized and now they were a long way from their start.  They decided to head back.

“We can do it!” encouraged John.  Mary started making small goals for herself. 

“I know I can walk to that tree ahead,” she determined.  “I shall count my steps and when I get to two hundred, we will have walked one tenth of a mile.”  Using this method they slogged their way up the gradual uphill to the service road and back to Barney’s trail.

“Uh oh,” thought Mary, “I shall never be able to climb up this cliff.”

“You can do it!” once more John encouraged.

Stopping every ten feet or so to wipe off the sweat, catch their breath and try to slow down their racing hearts, they crept up the cliff.  Mary almost fell once.  Finally they were at the top!

“We have done a fine job,” John exclaimed.

“Where is there a bathroom?” responded Mary.

The moral of this story could be: 1) Don’t be tired when you decide to turn around and go back; 2) it may be easier to walk uphill than downhill but it’s still not easy; or 3) what goes down must come up.

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