Saturday, October 15, 2016

Journey 13; Adirondacks ...

EVENT DATES -- October 6th through 12th, 2016
TOTAL TRAVEL DISTANCE -- 5,581 miles (which includes 840 miles of driving but does not include a LOT of walking through villages and along Adirondack Park trails!)

Cap' n Baldy here!

   
    This is our last Golden Anniversary Year Blog post, beloveds! Thanks for sticking with us through all of our journeys, short and long! Many of you have responded to our blog posts ... we certainly much appreciate that fact!
 
   Carolyn tells me, in NO uncertain, terms that EVERYONE will be PLEASED to see me at our 60th high school class reunion! I have known Carolyn since we were both four years old! I had been "waffling" about attending since our finances need a bit of repair after all of our travels during this Year of our Golden Wedding Anniversary! However, this reunion is IMPORTANT and this is our year to TRAVEL! Carolyn's command makes the decision -- we are GOING to that East Coast reunion and that is THAT!
 
   After grabbing a red-eye out of San Diego and shambling through O'Hare at 4:30 AM, we climb into our rented Ford Focus in Albany, New York and head north. Our 840-mile driving excursion will take us to my reunion in the small village of Fort Edward, to nearby Lake George and to a bed-and-breakfast retreat in Saranac Lake deep in the Adirondacks. We will make side trips to Fort Ticonderoga and Middlebury, Vermont. Everywhere we go, we see the glorious colors of autumn ...

                                     On Prospect Mountain, near Lake George ...

                                     Fall Colors on Prospect Mountain ...

    From Albany Airport, we drive 55 miles north to Lake George. Before checking into our hotel, we rest our thrashed bodies on a luncheon cruise on Lake George, aboard the Lac du Saint Sacrament ...
 The 385-room Hotel Sagamore at Bolting Landing as seen from the Lac du Saint Sacrament ... we later drive to this luxurious and historic resort, situated on its own private island on Lake George. We have not yet been able to find the room rates for staying at this spectacular establishment but are sure that any guest here will lay down some serious bucks!
 
  
We then drive north to Fort Ticonderoga, situated on land between Lake George and Lake Champlain ... built in the 1740's by the French, it was occupied by French, English and American forces at various periods during the French and Indian War and the American Revolution. We learn how a cannon was loaded and fired by an experienced artillery team.  The training of an English Royal Artilleryman of that period took FOUR YEARS!
 
 
                       Lunch Al Fresco at Fort Ticonderoga amid the fall colors... 
 
    My class of 35 graduated from Fort Edward High School on June 25, 1956 ...
This is the group photo from our Senior Class trip to Washington DC ... I was the dude in the bowler hat! Of this group, 18 have now passed away and several are in nursing homes ... fourteen class members shall be present at this reunion! We treasure each other and have stayed connected over the years ...
 
                        Now ... WHO can pass up a commemorative coffee mug?
 
   The Wall of Sound at our Friday gathering at Carolyn's house ....everyone is talking loudly at the same time! Old experiences are re-lived! On Saturday, we visit the Old Fort House and Rogers Island Center. During the French and Indian War in the 1760's, 15,000 British troops were stationed on Rogers Island where I once lived! Much local history is now being rediscovered through recent excavations. The passion of the local historians who guide our tours is truly inspiring! Our Reunion Dinner is held at the Fort Edward Fire Station with a good meal provided by the volunteer firefighters!
 
   A 70-mile drive from Lake George takes us to Middlebury, Vermont ... a most appealing college town. It is Parent's Weekend so restaurants are crowded! We opt for decent paninis at Carol's Coffee Shop, enjoying good conversation with Arkansas ladies on a bus tour of New England...
                           An old Middlebury church with new ideas ...
                                Maybe we had best listen to what HE is saying now!
   The renowned University of Vermont Morgan Horse Farm near Middlebury ... protector of a famous breed of beautiful horses ... we toured the farm and saw these animals up close!
 
    We are again reminded that western Vermont and adjacent Washington County, New York, are wonderful places for Sunday drives along county roads. Our (or, rather, my) hunger leads us to stop at Ma's and Pa's Place in Granville, NY on the state line ... a good move since this down-home place serves excellent chicken-vegetable soup and lemon chiffon cake ...


     The local folks tell us that Granville has a population of around 7,000 ... it is known for the production of colored slate ... we have a Granville slate welcome plaque at the door of our house ...
 
   Barbara is a member of Philanthropic and Educational Organization (PEO) ... we stay overnight at the gorgeous home of Janet Coyle, a fellow PEO in Queensbury, New York. Janet and her husband Bill treat us to wonderful conversation, awesome accommodations and a breakfast well-suited to propel us northward into the heart of the Adirondacks!

           On Highway 73, heading into the Adirondacks ... photo taken from our car!
 
   We drive north on lovely I-87, the Adirondack Northway and onto Highway 73 to Lake Placid and Saranac Lake deep within the 6-million-acre Adirondack Park. Lake Placid is busy with vacationers ... we find sanctuary as shown below ...
                                Revitalized after a Long Journey!
  
   Yonder up the road a piece in Saranac Lake, we drive along a winding forest road, then down a dark steep dirt drive past two sheds with aging machinery.  We park at a lonely house by the side of a lake. An inconspicuous weathered sign says Kiwassa Lake B&B. All is unnervingly quiet. No one is around. The front door is locked. We both feel uneasy. In my fevered brain, I now consider my unmet need for "life insurance by Smith & Wesson" ... of course I have no such protective device in my possession!
 
   My admittedly insane mental picture has NO basis in reality whatsoever!! Marjorie Cochran, our gracious and very capable host, has been in town buying provisions for our stay. She arrives and quickly orients us for our stay in the superbly wood-trimmed Eagle Room, which has a jaw-dropping view of Kiwassa Lake and the autumn-colored forested hillsides beyond!
 
   Time stops here ... utterly! The ONLY reality for me is that wonderful squeaky rocking chair where I watch the fall and rise of an Adirondack day over Kiwassa Lake. The pre-dawn blackness slowly transits to gray, then to blue ... white mist rises from the lake surface...colors appear suddenly ... reds, then yellows and greens. The Hand of God is at work here in true splendor! My groundless worries disappear in the face of God's handiwork ... it is a wonderful experience!

Views of Kiwassa Lake in Autumn ...
 
The Kiwassa Lake Bed and Breakfast ... our window is at the top!
 
   A dozen miles above Saranac lake sits the tiny community of Paul Smiths, home to Paul Smiths College known for its culinary arts and nature resource management programs. The College is home to the Visitor interpretive Center which possesses a network of beautiful forest trails built upon cross-country ski routes. We spend five hours hiking these trails ... mostly alone! Sublime? Yes! On one trail, we meet a lady with an easel, creating a painting of the hills in autumn ...

 
                                                 Herself on the trail ...
                                                Hiking on a carpet of scarlet ...
 
   Our Adirondack adventure draws to a close with fish dinners at  Great Adirondack Steak and Seafood in Lake Placid ... Barbara has salmon and I have grilled rainbow trout. We are tired after a long hiking day but have had experiences we shall long remember.
 
   On Wednesday morning, Marjorie fuels us with a good breakfast and sends us off on the 145-mile southward drive to Albany Airport. 
 
   It is time to go home!
 
   We wish each and everyone a happy, healthy holiday season and a  2017 full of love and wisdom.
 
  Thus ends our Golden Year Journeys blog.
 
  Peace and Joy be with you all (or, if you wish, all y'all) !
 
  Over and Out.
 
 
  With Love, Honor and Great Respect,
 
 
  Bob aka Baldy
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
     
                          

  



   

Monday, August 29, 2016

Journey 12: Shasta and McCloud ...

EVENT DATES -- August 19 through 28, 2016
TOTAL TRAVEL DISTANCE -- 1,817.2 miles (plus about a hundred or so in foot travel from hikes, geocaching searches, shopping excursions and an extensive square dance program) ... every bit of it within the confines of the State of California!

Cap 'n Baldy here!

     Mount Shasta -- 14,179 feet above sea level and nearly 10,000 feet above the surrounding terrain...

 
    "First, there is the Mountain. Last, there is the Mountain. Every hour of every day, there is the Mountain. You see it clearly 100 miles down Interstate 5, far below Red Bluff, far below the place where the immense Central Valley of California gives way to the southern Cascade Range which leads northward into Oregon. You see it standing alone in a cloak of brilliant snow above a landscape which is parched from many rainless days. You see it in otherworldly splendor, generating its own weather, changing from hour to hour throughout the day. That is our view as small mortal human beings. The Mountain is what it is, doing what it has done for millions of years, with a vastness beyond our comprehension."
                                   
   I wrote the above paragraph in 2007, as part of a travel book describing a memorable two-week holiday in nearby Mount Shasta City. It was a time of grand adventure in the company of friends, Harmon and Sandy Harris and Bonnie and Dave Stotler.  It was also our first outing since the surgical removal of Barbara's brain tumor earlier that year.
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    This journey is to participate in an intensive five-day square dance workshop in the tiny old lumber town of McCloud, about 10 miles southeast of Mount Shasta City. This will not be our first trip here to participate in a dance workshop ... it will be our fourth. Our caller for the week is Darryl Lipscomb, an internationally-recognized Texas-based challenge-level square dance caller and instructor. It's always a bit scary for us to start one of these high-level workshops ... at least at first! Then, it gets to be fun!
 
 
     The Venue ... a lovingly restored community hall with an outstanding large wood dance floor. Dancers at our workshop come from Arizona, Oregon, Tennessee, British Columbia, and northern and southern California...
 
 
     Our Southern California delegation ... Cindy, Dave, Ruth, Jerry, Fred, Patti, Caller Darryl, Herself and Himself ... Darryl's dance program is fun and great training for mind and body! After a full day of dancing, we are all exhausted but stay at the hall to enjoy pie and hand-cranked ice cream!

 
   In between square dance tips there was Farkle, Cribbage, Crafts, Puzzles -- more Brain Training!
 
     We stay at a 1940's lumber workers' apartment house, now reincarnated as the McCloud Timber Inn. Presided over by shaggy Steve Hamilton, who owns and runs the place all by himself, the inn consists of five apartments. For 60 bucks a night, we have full use of an immaculate one-bedroom apartment, complete with kitchen ... and...of course ...acceptable coffee maker! We grow quite attached to this quirky place as our week up here proceeds!
 
    As we have discovered on previous visits, this country is an infinite treasure chest to explore. Human settlements are sparse and widely scattered ... the green pine forest seems endless ... the gold mountain meadows are glorious ... the sublime presence of The Mountain oversees everything!
 
    Forty miles to the east of McCloud off Highway 89 sits McArthur-Burney Falls Memorial State Park. We consider this a must-visit place since our first visit back in 2002. In this wondrous place, Burney Creek flows into nearby Lake Britton over a spectacular 130-foot waterfall ... very full this season from the blessings of abundant winter rain and snow in the area. We opt for the 45-minute Falls Loop Trail, preceded by a picnic lunch at a tree-shaded picnic table ...
 
    Burney Falls as seen from the Falls Loop Trail ... the park rangers tactfully advise visitors against swimming in this inviting pool! Uh ... YEAH! The water flowing over the falls is at 42 to 48 degrees Fahrenheit! Any individual stupid enough to swim here could expect to be dead within a few minutes!

 
    Herself at the Falls Loop lower bridge ... hiking opportunities abound here . Of course, if you REALLY want a long-distance trail hike ... the Pacific Crest Trail runs through the park! There is a little-bitty sign at a PCT crossing point that says Mexico is 1,400 miles to the left and Canada is 1,200 miles to the right! We probably will not attempt to hike this trail in this incarnation but 'tis a wonder to know it exists!
 
    We have long known that Mount Shasta is the subject of much lore and legend. We delved deeply on a previous visit into the Saga of the Lemurians, a race of advanced beings that live within the Earth underneath Mount Shasta. The Earth is, after all, hollow and has a life-giving sun at its center. I perceive your horizons sorely need to be expanded with this bit of advanced knowledge!
                                            Mandalas and Crystals ... D-U-D-E!!
   Hippie and New Age Cultures abound hereabouts with serious tie-dye tee shirts on sale in every gift shop. Also available are bright green tee shirts with this yellow emblem emblazoned on the front ...
 
    Now ... Jefferson isn't really a state...yet! It's a Proposed State made up of large chunks of Northern California and Southern Oregon. The Double-X signifies the abandonment these rural folks feel from the political population centers to the north and south! This secession movement has been going on since before World War II.
 
   As we have done on every previous trip here, we visit the brilliant and moving Living Memorial Sculpture Garden, ten miles above Weed on the road to Klamath Falls, Oregon. This memorial is dedicated to American military personnel killed or wounded in action ...
 
                                                                     The Nurses ...
                                                           Coming Home ... 
    We are totally alone here ... there is no wind ... all is appropriately silent ... The Mountain is ever present ... a moving spiritual experience ...
 
    The Everitt Memorial Highway winds up the southern face of Mount Shasta to an elevation of 8,000 feet above sea level ... we pause at Bunny Flats at 7,000 feet for a short hike up the trail ...

    At Panther Flat, elevation 8,000 feet, Barbara stands in a stone spiral ... we are well above the tree line in the late afternoon. Dinner is at the Black Bear Diner in Mount Shasta City ... awesome meat loaf and grilled trout, served by a friendly staff!
 
   The long ride south ... did I mention it's a 730-mile run from home to get our first view of Mount Shasta? We stop overnight at Solvang, the charming Danish village off Highway 101 above Santa Barbara ...
 
                              The Solvang Garden Inn ... a mellow place to stay ...
      A serious auto show is underway in Solvang ... amidst a collection of pristine '55, '56 and '57 Chevrolets, I relive an old memory ... in my youth, I had a '56 Chevy!

   We have another unexpected evening treat in Solvang ... good seats at the Solvang Conservatory Theater...we see a vigorous, passionate production of a modern rock-hip-hop musical entitled "In The Heights" ... it's a reminder of how much we enjoy live theater!
      The Solvang Theater ... a grass lawn to a have a picnic upon ... warm oatmeal cookies and good strong hot coffee!
 
The theater outdoor stage ... colorful, modern ... we can see everything!

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  Rolling home from Solvang, we opt for Route 1 along the coast above Malibu ... the good side (the ride is spectacularly beautiful ) ... the bad side (traffic is snarled in Malibu and Santa Monica) ... the ride home is slow ... we stop for awesome BBQ at Wood Ranch BBQ in Irvine Spectrum Center in Irvine!

WHAT A JOURNEY!
WHAT A PRIVILEGE!
WE ARE TIRED BUT THE TRIP IS WORTH THE EFFORT!

Until next time, beloveds ... stay well and know that God is good and generous!

Affectionately,


Baldy aka Bob


   
 
 
 
 

 
 
 


Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Journey 11E: The Three Capitals ... Finale

EVENT DATES -- July 26 -27, 2016

OVERALL TOUR DATES -- JULY 18 through 27, 2016
OVERALL ROUND TRIP MILES -- 13,781 (or pretty close to this amount)

Cap 'n Baldy here!
 
    To a heavy drum beat, a group of young folks dances Hare-Krishna-style in St. Nicholas Square, chanting one word --- Alleluia! Throughout our travels, we see large groups of young people on their way to Krakow, Poland for World Youth Day. It is reported that Pope Francis will be in attendance there. An afternoon downpour starts. The kids keep dancing without a pause.

   Our European choir tour is coming to its conclusion...we have sung our last songs and soon will be on our way home -- or elsewhere in Europe. Of our tour group of 51, 23 (including us) will immediately return home. The remaining 28 will remain in Europe to visit such places as Croatia, Germany, Amsterdam and Venice.

    The downpour grows stronger. We join Dr. Carol Saunders and Sharon Smith at classy-wonderful Café Mozart for dessert before dinner ...
                                       The Dessert Display Case at Café Mozart ...

We watch the downpour from the safety of the Café Mozart ...

              Europeans know how to celebrate!!
                                     A rain-produced puddle becomes a lake to frolic in ...

     Watching the Glockenspiel announcing the change of the hour is a Grand Event!

      We gather for our last communal dinner at Restaurant Michal close by the River Moldau ... energetic Czech music and dance are on full display ...
                                      These folks can move and are fun to watch!

                            This gal has the LOUDEST VOICE we've ever heard!
   
     Armed with a good dose of antibiotics, Liz joins us for our meal...we are all VERY happy she can be with us for our final celebration!
                                                      Liz and her dad, Mark ...
    


    Our final celebration with Jared, our awesome Tour Director, shown here with Tony Cook ...



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    We walk across the River Moldau to return to our hotel for our last night in EUROPE ...
                                                          How Beautiful it all is!
 
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       Goldilocks and I have now returned home. We are reflecting on the music we have shared on this journey ...
 
 A modern setting for an old New Hampshire verse ... an Irish song of love ... wonderful settings of old black spirituals, some predating the American Civil War ... a timely stressing of the message "I aint gonna study war no mo' " ...
 

      What a great event we have been a part of!
 
      Lord ... we do give THEE THANKS for the Abundance that is ours!
 
     
     Thanks for coming with us, beloveds ...
 
      Until the next adventure .... stay well and know you are loved!
 
 
      Affectionately,
 
 
      Baldy aka Bob
                                                                        

Journey 11D3: The Three Capitals ... Terezin ...

DATE -- July 26, 2015

Cap 'n Baldy here!

    As we ride out of Prague, we pass a polished stone obelisk positioned at what appears to be a freeway onramp ... this obelisk was erected on the exact spot where Reinhard Heydrich, Nazi Reich-Protector of Czechoslovakia, was assassinated in May 1942 by British-trained Czech commandos. We learn that Heydrich is regarded by many historians as the darkest figure of the Nazi era ... he is remembered as a chief architect of the Final Solution, the plot to exterminate all Jews in Nazi-occupied Europe ... Hitler referred to Heydrich as "the man with the iron heart" ...

   This experience leads me to a personal memory...thirty years ago Robert Landis, a gifted playwright, actor and historian, wrote and presented an original play entitled "The Canaris Enigma", a story of German espionage and British codebreaking activities in World War II. Great car was taken to make sure the story was as historically accurate as possible. Admiral Wilhelm Canaris, Nazi Chief of Espionage, was the central character. Mr. Landis had himself served in Britain in the war. Several key characters on both the German and British sides were portrayed in this play. One of the characters was Reinhard Heydrich...

   I played the role of Reinhard Heydrich ...
Believe it or not, this is me ... Bob Brislin ... Baldy!
 
    I played Heydrich, as much as I was able to, as the true essence of evil ... not personally knowing at that time how true that assessment would prove to be.

   We ride on through lush green countryside to ...

TEREZIN ...

Therezienstadt if you prefer the name in German ...

Location of a prominent and notorious Nazi concentration camp in the extermination system Heydrich created ...


 The Star of David above the cemetery at the Small Fortress which served as a Gestapo interrogation center and prisoner quarters ...

Arbeit Macht Frei ... Work Makes You Free ... the inscription above the entrance of many Nazi concentration camps ...

   The statistics, as we hear them, are horrific and well-known ...
  • 155,000 entered the camp
  •   35,000 died at the camp, many from beatings and disease
  •   88,000 were shipped out to die in the gas chambers at Auschwitz, Treblinka and other death camps
  •   32,000 survived, but many died from disease
  •   15,000 children were brought here
  •   132 of these children survived
Yellow Star of David collage at the Jewish Ghetto Museum here ... Terezin served as a "transit station" for Jews and others being sent to the death camps ...

    Mural of drawings by children imprisoned at Terezin ... this camp was the site of a massive Nazi propaganda campaign to convince the International Red Cross that conditions herein were humane ... the Nazis succeeded.

                                           Drawing by a child at Terezin ...
 Portion of a huge scroll inscribed with the names of children who perished as a result of having been taken here ...

                                  Figurines of children on their way to Terezin ...
                The Unnamed ... a memorial to those buried in mass graves here ...

     We are silent as we visit the Ghetto Museum, the Cemetery and the Small Fortress ... we enter the stark cells used to house prisoners in horribly overcrowded conditions ... we see the cells used for Gestapo interrogation ... we crouch and walk though an eerie dark 600-yard long tunnel that opens on the place where 350 executions took place ...

   As a gifted high school singer, Christy Mackenzie had the opportunity ... or burden depending how it's viewed ... of singing with an elite chorus performing Franz Waxman's Song of Terezin using music that had been composed by prisoners here ... I believe she said Dr. Waxman conducted the performance ... this visit to Terezin had a special significance for her.
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    Before our return to Vienna, we sing Antonin Dvorak's "Goin' Home" in one of the cells where prisoners were housed. We are sad as our director, Liz Virkler, has contracted a respiratory infection and cannot join us on this part of our tour. Dr. Chris Cook conducts us in the singing ... a most moving experience for each of us!

  Our European adventure is approaching its end ...

  Please stay with us as we have a few more adventures to share ...


 Affectionately,


 Baldy aka Bob