Thursday, May 15, 2008
Day 5 + 10: How's Your Leg Pit?
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Day 5 + 9: Weather Blessings
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Day 5 + 8: Cut the String?
When is the real question. When do I 'cut the string?'
Monday, May 12, 2008
Day 5 + 7: A Week Ago Today...
"Where was I, right now, a week ago today?" That is the question that kept playing through my head at each turn of my day today.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Day 5 + 6: Thank You Mom!
As Mother's Day comes to a close, it is my mom that is on my mind. Looking back over the past five years, I don't think there is any other person that has consistently given so much of themselves to me.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Day 5 + 5: Looking Forward
Thanks to intense grassroots efforts some 40-years ago to protect Marin County’s remarkable coast, today’s visitors can walk almost 60 of the 72-mile coastline on a trail or beach, and visit State and National Parks, historic military structures, and diverse visitor centers along the way. Sandy coves, steep headlands, oak and evergreen forests and coastal sagelands abound. Congress and local governments preserved the coastline for the public by creating Point Reyes National Seashore and the Golden Gate National Recreation Area. Their combined areas constitute one of our country’s great urban parklands: totaling 140,000 acres of natural coastal open space. [Richard Nichols]Gotta love genetics---sounds like planning for 555+1 is already underway.
Wanna come? Find your 2009 calendar and take a look, May 1 is a Friday!
Friday, May 9, 2008
Day 5 + 4: 'Back in the Saddle'
The Sensual Traveler--Thoughts Past and Present
Some sixty days later, while camped on Matia Island in the northern San Juan Islands, I met a gentleman hiker and we swapped a few yarns. When I mentioned the "sensory journal" he immediately responded that I really should meet his daughter who was camping with him and his wife on the other end of the island, and an invitation to dinner (in a "powerboat" camp with ice, cold beverages, fresh produce and a lantern) was irresistable.
My hosts proved fascinating: he an English teacher at the federal penitentiary on McNeil Island in Puget Sound and his wife an art educator in Tacoma. But it was the daughter and the journal that brought us together--she had received her M.D. degree from UCLA, and was completing her Ph.D. in endocrinology there. Her research involved her learned ability to identify by smell ten different types of cancers from laboratory cultures, and her work in objectifying/describing the scents so she could train technicians to replicate her skills and results.
Whether it was my reaction to tredding on human feces at the first beach I camped on that summer, or a later experience of following a game trail out of a campsite and feeling my hackles rise, and caution/fear grip me, as the scent of nettles permeated my senses with long-forgotten painful lessons learned at six and seven years of age in verdant western Washington streambeds, we conversed at length about all manner of sensory stimuli. And the habit continues....
Sounds--
The first sensory input I noted after our departure from Northwood Elementary was a cell phone ring!! Never having been an owner/user it was a shock, much like a day some forty years before as I serenely kayaked north until an overhead Navy helicopter set up a sympathic vibration in the fiberglass deck of my kayak and made me feel like a tympanist in the Berlin Philharmonic.
The cell phone became a fixture of the journey just as compass/timepiece/chart had served me in the past. The best was establishing communication/coordination with Ian for the Petaluma River crossing by kayak; the bittersweet side of instant communication occured as we hiked a steep grade in the Marin Headlands on our last leg to San Francisco and were rewarded with our first vista of the Golden Gate Bridge--photos, cheers, exuberance, and then the tear-laden downer as one of the party received word by cell that a beloved grandfather had died.
But the cell phone rings will probably fade with time, and it will be music that remains. In past journeys it has been Pablo Casals and Bach on the church steps in Xalapa de Vera Cruz, and the Gregorian Chants of the monks of Santo Domingo de Silos, and fado in Lisboa. This time it was Eli's Suzuki-trained, after-dinner violin recital at David and Naomi's in San Rafael; I was enthralled; my dentist, concertmaster of the San Luis Obispo Symphony, will share my excitement.
Sights--
So there are always greener palms, more magnificent religious monuments and edifices, sunsets that excel. Or faces that radiate joy, sorrow, ethnicity, youth, age, wisdom and life. But I think for me it is textures that imprint.
Even the short Petaluma River crossing refreshed memories of the random fractal interplay of wind and current, while the sky above brought back images of halos, rainbows, sun dogs, mirages, lunar phases, constellations, satellites, the moons of Jupiter.
The black-tailed jackrabbits bouncing along in front provided great entertaiment, as did the loquacious/melodious red-winged blackbirds beside us, but it was the step-by-step textures that stimulated my senses. Concrete, blacktop, gravel, sand, grass, vineyard soil, irregular rails and sleepers and ballast, and then rails with a bed of driftwood between (and my mind drifts to a hundred, a thousand scenes of driftwood), a terrazzo mall floor, steel grating and wooden plank bridges, and finally, a carpet and a buffet of champagne, cheese and caviar....
Touch--
So the grip of a kayak paddle in my hands, the splash of the water, yet another stroke to add to the 1,000,000++ repetitive moves I've made reminded me of pleasures past at day's end--the firewood-heated, bucket-bath of salt water with a one-quart fresh water rinse; a freshly prepared campfire meal; a padded bed on leveled ground and a (hopefully) dry sleeping bag.
And so, the contrast could not be greater, but nonetheless just as real, at our sponsors and hosts' accommodations: copious steaming showers, wonderful meals, and blissful white sheets with ethereal pillows.... Sensory experiences are what one encounters, not what one presupposes.
Smell--
It seems to me that smell is the most evocative of the senses, and I might add, the one that I register ever more weakly as the years pass. Kari clearly processed more information about scents than I did, but even a little waft put me at an advantage, as I have years of catalogued memories to recall and compare. The railroad-track route we chose had some wonderful sensory hits--like the ankle-high, shin-high, waist-high spring fennel sprouting from the roadbed. Or the little stream washouts of the roadbed where we tramped over/were enveloped by the intoxicating scent of mint. And that of course took each of us to distant scented memories.
And so, my mind returned to gathering driftwood for my morning breaking of fast, and the major dinner fire. The scent of splitting Western red cedar kindling, and the rare but treasured experience of a piece of Rocky Mountain juniper to fill the evening campsite with an incense worthy of Shangri-la.
So there are travel scents that pique the senses, and those that sweep over you and set a whole tone, like the sea air across the Golden Gate or the increasing gas/diesel fumes as we approached our final goal.
And it was the sea air and the fennel and the mint that recalled to me my greatest olfactory high.
I was at the end of a day-long, 30-mile paddle up a coastal fjord in British Columbia, and after clearing the final tidal current narrows I headed for the fjord-head Chatterbox Falls. The 2,000-foot-deep fjord was flanked by peaks that reached 8,000 feet, 1½ miles in from the fjord margin.
As the summits cooled with the long summer setting of the sun, the now heavy cooler air careened down the sun-heated slopes of forbs and shrubs in a catabatic cascade. The result? A priceless, once-in-a-lifetime immersion in the olfactory botany of the British Columbia coast....
Taste--
When one is on a journey, a pilgrimage, a trek, food becomes a focus, a fixation, a reality. First of all it is the fuel, the tiger in the tank. Miles traversed become calories consumed. And if the fuel you consume meets other aesthetic needs, so much the better. One of the pleasures of traveling with Kari is that we are both dyed-in-the-wool foodies.
From Indian pudding at Colonial Williamsburg to salal berries on Blind Island to din-din at the French Culinary Institute in NYC, we dig it. So many highs I can't include them all. Brut Rose at Domaine Carneros and Marshlands Chardonnay at Acacia Vineyards to accompany Unsuk's wonderful, refreshing fruit offering (on a lovely Italian ceramic plate).
TJ's helped us all along the way with cashews, almonds, spicy pecans, chocolate, dried pears, cherries, apricots, ginger snaps, cheese and sausage. And there were fresh loquats off a suburban sidewalk tree. Three Twins Ice Cream with allspice, blood orange sorbet, and coffee choices.
And the first beers--Boont Amber for Mike and a Hefeweisen for Kari in Ignacio. Which skips over the Moules Mariniere and fine wine of our first night out in Sonoma. And for our umami tastes, the wonderful grilled lamb with artichoke risotto at David and Naomi's.
The picnic at the Marin Headlands Hostel was outstanding; I made outrageous sandwiches, snacked on great cookies, and relished the "Manifesto!" sauvignon blanc which later appeared as a splendid gift to the medical personnel at CalPacMedCtr.
And so, one journey ends, but only after being immersed in its sensual dimensions. Already we talk of next year's trek--perhaps Napa → Sonoma → Petaluma → Tomales Bay → and south on the coastal trail/route to Marin Headlands and San Francisco.....
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Day 5 + 3: What is 'Monkey Butt'?
As I return to my daily routine and see the familiar faces that knew I was taking this crazy walk---the cashier at the grocery store, school teachers, other moms picking up kids from school, the neighbors, etc.,---the most asked question has to be "how are your feet?" or "are you sore?"
- Feet: great, not blisters or pain
- Body: good too, a day of sore knees/calves from the last day of hills
- Mind: full, processing and tired
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Day 5 + 2: Five Days of Stats
- Actual Mileage: 17.93
- Route: Napa to Sonoma ( intersection 121/12 & 116)
- Hills: minimal, rolling
- Terrain: neighborhoods (3 miles), country roads (11.5 miles), railroad (2 miles), busy highway shoulder (1.5 miles)
- Lodging: Vineyard Inn, Schelville
- Meals: Snack-Domaine Carneros, Lunch-Acacia, Dinner-Hutchinson's home, Sonoma
- Walkers: 7 partial day (Mike, Jen, Wendy, Karen, Darcy, David, & me), 4 half day (Mike, Jen, Wendy, & me), 3 all day (Mike, Wendy & me)
- Actual Mileage: 17.52
- Route: Sonoma to Ignacio (Novato)
- Hills: none, flat all the way
- Terrain: busy highway shoulder (1 mile), vineyard dirt road road (1 mile), railroad (13.5), river paddle (.75 mile), country road (.5 mile), city sidewalk (.5 mile)
- Lodging: Courtyard Novato
- Meals: Breakfast-Trader Joe's trail snacks, Lunch-Angelo's Deli sandwich on the tracks, Dinner-Boca Restaurant, Novato
- Walkers: 2 all day (Mike & me)
- Actual Mileage: 12.77
- Route: Ignacio (Novato) to San Rafael
- Hills: just a couple small ones
- Terrain: railroad (7 miles), city sidewalk (4.5 mile), shopping mall (.5 mile), brushy hillside (.5 mile)
- Lodging: Torgersen home (Kari), Embassy Suites San Rafael (Mike)
- Meals: Breakfast-Trader Joe's trail snacks, Lunch - Thai food, Northgate Mall, Snack - Three Twins Ice Cream, San Rafael, Dinner-Torgersen Home, San Rafael
- Walkers: 2 all day (Mike & me), visitors at Three Twins (Annie, Chloe, & Tess)
- Actual Mileage: 16.62
- Route: San Rafael to Marin Headlands Hostel
- Hills: lots-two major west Marin neighborhood hill crossings, Tennessee Valley Rd. grade, Old Springs Trail to Wolf Summit
- Terrain: city sidewalks (8 miles), bike trails (2 miles), mall (.5 miles), country road (2.5 mile), hiking trail (4 miles)
- Lodging: Marin Headlands Hostel
- Meals: Breakfast: Torgersen home/Embassy Suites buffet, Lunch: Delano's Market, Mill Valley, Dinner: amazing picnic at Headlands
- Walkers: 5 all day (Mike, Naomi, Cari, Michelle & me), 9.5 final 5 miles (Mike, Naomi, Cari, Michelle, Carolyn, Annie, Shanna, Seana, me & Benson the dog), a couple more join ins on the last stretch (Susan, Mike & Sandee)
- Actual Mileage: 11.69
- Route: Marin Headlands to California Pacific Medical Center, via Coastal Trail and Golden Gate Bridge
- Hills: YES--lots. Three substantial climbs on the Coastal Trail and that final, vertical climb on Webster St.
- Terrain: hiking trail (4.5 miles), bridge walk (2 miles), bayside promenade path (3.5 miles), city sidewalk (2 miles)
- Meals: Breakfast: hostel potluck, Lunch: Warming Huts on Crissy Field, Snack: reception at CPMC, Dinner: Taylor's @ the Ferry Plaza
- Walkers: 6 all day (Mike, Shanna, Annie, Cari, Laura, & me), Bridge & 27 other join ins (David D., Calem, Emilia, Marilynn, Janet, Susan, Mike, Anissa, Dave, Gianna, Angelina, Seana, Trey, Cale, Darcy, Rob, Callum, Grae, Kelly, Carleigh, Lori, Geoff, Sophia, Isabel, David T., Jyl, Keaton)
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Day 5 + 1: What Happened to Day 5?
Monday, May 5, 2008
Day 5: The Walton's
My morning walking waking ritual completed (a listen of 'California Stars' and a yoga moment to unwind my hips and quads), I joined the rising bodies after a search for a tub of my mom's homemade granola that I have been focused on for the last four days. Breakfast burritos by Shanna, coffee cake by Laura, fruit salad, 'Ellie's' energy bars and barista quality coffee by Anissa, kefir from Kelly round out yet another amazing food spread.
Kiddos climb their 'Lori gym' and take turns bouncing from one momma lap to another---each providing a snuggle; Anissa delivers my David coffee in bed, Calem reads me riddles (what to you get when you cross a bell and a bat?*) and Emilia gives me a back rub. As all this happens around me, I have to bite my lip to stop the happy tears from rolling out of my eyes. These shrieks of joy and family comfort are clear reminders of the multitude of blessings that have been the rock solid foundation of my last five years and the five day adventure that comes to a close today.
* a Dingbat!
Day 5, Final Itinerary--Arrival in SF
- Marin Headlands Hostel (0915) to North Golden Gate Bridge parking area (1130) via Coastal Trail 4.2 miles
- Parking Vista Point (1200) to South Golden Gate Bridge parking area (1300) 2.0 miles
- South Vista Point (1300) to California Pacific Medical Center (1500) 3.8 miles
Day 4: The Thrill of Hills
The cool, gray day launched with our duo of past days growing to a chatty quintet. Joined by two Napa friends (Cari & Michelle) and my college roommate, Naomi, we left on time to navigate San Rafael's eastern warehouse area. The ease of wide, flat sidewalks quickly gave way to climbing the hills of steep Marin neighborhoods---oooh baby, the calves where suddenly wide awake!
Passing Sunday morning crew practice on the waterfront and a string of eccentric waterfront artists studios, (all the while our San Rafael representative registering amazement that we had discovered a route to traverse her neck of the woods that she was totally unaware of), morning break was spent in the Corte Madera Town Center Mall where dad made a quick dash into the REI to see if he could root up a deal on the bargain gear rack. Another blast of hill climbing and a stretch on the Bay Trail through Mill Valley found us on time to our lunch stop and another round of fresh faces---four more amazing Napa friends joined the jamboree.
With Carolyn, Shanna, Annie & Seana on board, the wide-brimmed hat parade moved on to climbing Tennessee Valley Road, heading for the Old Springs Trail head and a monster hill. Hillsides seeded with Cow Parsnip, lupines, poppies and a host of other lovely vegetation kept my mind busy while my hips and quads voiced their desire to hit the flats. Half way up the hill climb a familiar face appeared once more as we were joined by Sandee, a longtime friend from Los Osos. Ocean and bay views were the top of the hill reward as we picked up the Miwok Trail and began our descent into the Marin Headlands with the parade again swelling as another college friend Susan and her husband Mike appeared.
After sixteen miles and plenty of hills, we were all glad to see the hillside perched hostel appear in the distance. An amazing afternoon gradually unfolded---a patchwork of picnic blankets with 20+ families scattered on them, kids running free for hours and yes, plenty of tasty eats (I see no reason to not enjoy the down time on this adventure!). What a wonderful afternoon.
As I write, the hostel is finally quiet as the ZZZZZZzs take over; it was a chaotic hostel arrival as seven kids investigated all bunks, closets and stairwells. It is so hard for me to believe that this is it, another countdown, this one to the end of the adventure. With 60 + miles logged, we are almost there and tomorrow promises to be a big day. The anticipation of my first ever walk across the Golden Gate Bridge, with my family and friends at my side will dance through my mind as I steal a few hours of sleep.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Day 4, Itinerary
Rafael Drive Residence, San Rafael (0800) to Town Center Mall, Corte Madera (1000) rest stop | 5.1 miles |
Town Center Mall (1030) to Shoreline Hwy/Gibson-Flamingo Road (1215) | 4.5 miles |
Shoreline Hwy/Flamingo Road (1230) to Tennessee Valley Road end parking (1330) | 1.5 miles |
Parking (1330) to Marin Headlands Hostel (1500) via Old Spring and Miwok trails | 3.5 miles |
Total Distance, Day 4 | 14.6 miles |
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Day 3: Dinner Done, David Strums
Being a 'short' day (12.5 miles), we treated ourselves to a later, relaxed start. The first leg of the day was a two hour rail traverse of the eastern edge of the Novato/San Rafael cooridor. Beautiful wide open marsh land with farm and bay vistas, deer families, and euctalyptus scents on a warm, crystal clear day.
High noon found us in an entirely different environment, square in the middle of the cool airconditioned food court of the Northgate Mall, eating yummy, well revered, Thai food (yes, a planned stop). A post lunch, off the beaten path, three mile round trip trek followed with a mission to visit the flagship Three Twins Ice Cream in San Rafael for their annual 'free scoop day.' As we neared our mecca, a honking horn revealed a familiar silver van sailing by us with my friend Annie and her girls waving madly---far out, we had ice cream company! After a leisurly hour of visiting with Neal (the owner, and the 'Annie clan', swapping samples of allspice, milk coffee, bittersweet chocolate and blood orange sorbet, the stomp continued.
As the day's trek wound down, our rail travels came to an abrupt end at a barricaded tunnel. A vertical hillside scramble and some bush wacking to locate the best route out resulted and we soon found our way through neighboorhood streets to the doorstep of our San Rafael hosts.
A much needed cool pool dip at my dad's hotel, a cold hops based beverage and a hot shower, rendered me ready to 'walk on.' Good thing, tomorrow is a big one!
Day 3-Dawning: Half Day = Half Way
So far, so good, Day 3 has had a lovely dawning:
- a 'not yet ready to get out of my very comfy bed, so I am going to lay in the dark' music moment, Wilco's 'California Stars'(thanks David for a new IPOD loading)
- a hotel room floor, as dad snores, yoga session (thanks Sharon for teaching me this amazing tool)
- a hot bath with Bob (Bob Dylan on my IPOD that it is)---just checking to seeif you are with me and awake yet!
- and now a first in line,hotel lobby computer session with my coffee.
So as you can see, this job of walking isn't too shabby.
A few midway gear comments before I lace my shoes for the day:
Shoes: great, switching to pair #2 today so that I can take time tonight to pick all of the burrs and thorns from pair #1 (the railroad root is loaded with brush, thank you Jared @ Napa Running Company for making sure I had two pair.
Clothes: amazing. We are both wearing Coolibar UV protective shirts, hats and pants. Love my 'walking shirt', loose, comfortable, great coverage; my new hat has been great as the chin strap option has made windy afternoons much easier. Nightly handwashing yields a dry morning shirt: meets Captain Daddios tough traveling standards so his shirt may earn the right to travel with him to Honduras for a month this summer. Thank you Jennifer and John @ Coolibar.
Backpack: it rocks--hip strap is key for me. Thank you Susan and Mike Valvano for the loan.
Kleen Kanteen: A++. I am carrying two (18 & 28 oz). Love 'em. They have both taken a dive and now carry small character dents---good memories.
Snacks: wonderful. Nuts, dry fruit, chocolate, aged gouda, crackers, & assorted bars all courtesy of Trader Joe's; we added ao Angelo's VIP Jerky chunks to the pack yesterday.
Sunscreen: super. Using Blue Lizard Sport and Face resulting in very few new freckles. Passing out small sample bottles/packets at each stop with rave reviews, leaving bottles for all of our kinds host/hostesses.
Off to a second cup of coffee, some granola and Day 3 of adventure.
Day 3, Itinerary
Marriott Courtyard Novato (0900) via railroad to Marin Civic Center (1130) | |
Northgate Mall (1200) lunch via roads, Three Twins Ice Cream 641 Del Ganado (1330) | |
Marin Civic Center (1500), via railroad to Rafael Drive, San Rafael (private residence) (1545) | |
Total Distance, Day 3 | 10.6 miles |
Friday, May 2, 2008
Day 2: Rail Trail, Two Ians and a Paddle
Seventeen miles of trek provided for hours of conversation with my father, Mike. Discovering my father's memories of my great grandparents, descriptions of my grandparent's lives as children and adults, recounting my parents experience and that of their drafted friends during the Vietnam war---stories I have always wanted to hear but the pace of life has never permitted such hours of questioning. A gift, time to share.
As Day #2 comes to a close, we sit enjoying a post dinner cup of tea in our hotel in Novato with a dear friend that has come from Berkeley and my mom, who has escaped her grandchildren for the evening (much deserved). A tasty 1/2 price happy hour dinner at Boca, an Argentinian restaurant and a most delicious cold beer were the perfect cap to a most amazing day.
As I head toward the horizontal position, I carry with me the feeling of my feet hanging off the dock of the Port Sonoma Marina, in the cool water, as I waited for my new friend, Ian, to return with a kayak for an afternoon paddle. What a treat!
Day 2, Itinerary
Sonoma Vineyard Inn (0830) to Hwy 121/37 (1130) to Angelo’s Deli and Sonoma Valley Fruit Basket for sandwiches/snacks to go; via railroad near Jacuzzi/Viansa Wineries or via Hwy 121 | 6.6 miles |
Hwy 121/37 (1130) to Petaluma River (1300) via railroad to Marina | 4.0 miles |
Petaluma River Bridge (1315) to Hwy 37/101 (1430) | 3.6 miles |
Hwy 37/101 (1430) to Marriott Courtyard Novato (1530) | 1.6 miles |
Total Distance, Day 2 | 15.8 miles |
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Thursday, May 1, 2008
Day 1: Full Heart, Tired Body, & Raring to Go!
- Beginning with the wall of kid-made posters wrapping the fences of Northwood School when we arrived today, a "hip,hip,hooray" chant from Room 4, 1st grade and a banner splitting send off by Mr. Adams' 2nd grade class;
- to the slew of people that 'just showed up' along our route for a hug and/or a few blocks of walking (did you guys plan that?);
- to a sparkling wine break overlooking Carneros and a picture perfect lunch provide by one of my son's classmates mothers at Acacia Winery;
- to a temperate, dry, oh-so-hospitable walking weather day;
- to the grandma and husband at home, loving my kids as they experience all of this;
- to a friend's precious family medallion that was slid into my backpack to carry and insure a safe journey;
- to a new friend, just met today that walked the whole 17+ miles with us;
- to the delicious steamed mussel dinner we just shared with an old friend in Sonoma;
- to the call I just received from my 'missing kayak guy' wanting to ferry us across the Petaluma River...
BLAST OFF!
Day 1, Itinerary
DAY 1: Thursday, May 1, 2008
Kari/David's House (0830) via Northwood School, to Browns Valley Market--rest stop (0930) | 2.7 miles |
Browns Valley Market (0945) to Domaine Carneros--rest stop (1145) | 5.3 miles |
Domaine Carneros (1230) to Acacia Winery, Las Amigas Rd--lunch (1315 | 2.0 miles |
Acacia Winery (1400) to Vineyard Inn (1700)--via | 7.0 miles |
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Total Distance, Day 1 | 17.0 miles |
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