busy bee weekend & big announcement

Friday:

Camping! I’m in the woods. Big Basin Redwood State Forest Place Thing. Yeah. So I’m writing now and will post this when I get to wifi…later.

Today started pretty well. Woke up to my body clock and relaxed in bed for a while. Got up and had tea and cereal. I itemized my to dos for the day: get gas and add air to tires. Get stickers for sticker gift exchange. Get socks for sock gift exchange. Look at maps. So I went down town, and oh what a lovely day! My room continues to be 10 degrees colder than the rest of Santa Cruz, so I could have gotten away with shorts. I got a Discretion Brewing sticker yesterday, and I picked up two Santa Cruz logo stickers for my exchange. They said they wanted something cool for their laptop, so I got them some options. The sock gift was harder to 100% fulfill. Got them some hippo socks, and they said they liked hippos. They didn’t have any puggle socks, or pumpkin ones. But they had dogs with cones and these fictional animals being abducted, so I figured they’d like them. I got myself some seagull & fries socks. Because duh.

I swung by the Buttery on the way home and got some cupcakes to share with Ma & Pa, as well as a cheese pocket for me and a baguette. Oh ho ho. Baguette. (that is to be read in a French accent).

Mellowed at home, then heard Ma and Pa had arrived at their campsite, so I packed up and headed out. Traffic was bad getting downtown, but I found parking. I got three sandwiches from Zoccoli’s: B.E.L.T., the New Yorker, and the Avocado sammich. Graham Hill Road was familiar, 9 was winding, and 263/264/whichever it was, was very long and winding and near empty. The type of road that makes you hope you are on the right road. I went through Ben Lomond and Boulder Creek and other little cluster towns that have a lot going on for about a quarter mile and then it gives away once again to woods.

I accidentally went down a road to Little Basin, which was a part of this State Park, but not the campground that Ma and Pa were at. But I was back on track soon enough, and as the sun was setting I delivered the sandwiches to campsite 48. Dad and I split the meat sandwiches. Both were very tasty. We sat by the fire and ate cupcakes, once our appetite swung towards sweet. Now we shall pick a movie or a game and relax. It’s good to be in an old familiar place (the motorhome) in a new place (Big Basin).

Saturday:

I stayed up reading Gone Girl. It's really sucked me in! I'm almost done. I felt like I slept in, in the morning. But really I was up at a good hour. Dad made pancakes. We drank tea and planned the day. 

Parking down near the trail heads was tough, but we found some tucked in the back. I got some postcards and a patch. Ma, Pa and I took a ranger guided trail and learned about the trees and stuff. Mom knew all the trees he asked about. Madrona. Douglas Fir. Good mom!

After the tour, Nate showed up! Yay for Nate! We took a bit of a hike in the woods. It was a lovely day to go hiking. No rain, warm, but not too hot. Perfect. Only a section of the trail was hiked, as Nate had some stuff to do later on in the day. We had lunch back at the MoHo. Baguette with cheese and spread, cupcake, and Nathan opened his presents from Ma and Pa! He got a cool mug that Dad previously set on fire. And some jelly cups. And a hiking towel thingy. And Ma and Pa brought down the cool lamps Pa made for Christmas, but were unable to fly.

Nate parted ways at around 3:30. We three finished off the bread and played a couple rounds of Blokus. I won the second game. I got some practice in setting up this tent that was brought down to me. Collecting gear for the road! I got out of there at 5ish. It was a nice ride back. Got some time to relax. Eat some food. Watch some TV and catch up on what I missed by being in the woods (not much). I got to the third part of Gone Girl!

I went to bed at a reasonable hour because I was getting up bright and early to go to San Francisco!

Sunday:

Up oh so early. Even earlier because of daylight savings time. I packed up my car with screens and stuff and swung by McDonald's for lazy breakfast and I was out on the road at a bit before 8 (7am body time). I've been getting some really good traffic lately. As in, not much traffic on the road when I go on the freeway. 

Today was a helping Odd Owl print day, and it ended up that next Sunday will also be that day. I don't mind. I like getting out and hanging out. And I'll get some groovy prints when all is said and done and printed. I got my tea on, and Phil came over to help. I started by coating my screen for later use. We did the first color on the two color deluxe , then the second color & single color shirts. They've got a pretty good set up going on. Lots of inks for lots of potential colors. Phil used the heat gun to do the discharge activation on the tees. Carmen pulled prints like a champ. We listened to The National. Josh made salmon for lunch. Erin & Steven were staying for a bit till it was time for them to move to North Carolina. I'll be sure to visit them, they are neat people. Also Erin's baby is due in July! Baby! Adam & Vanessa had their son Xol. Yay babies...well yay other people's babies.

After lunch I exposed the screen and set that to drying, and we printed more shirts. Some of the shirts came out really boss looking. Just... great! We moved on to paper printing, and the first layer went well but the second will need some adjusting, so we set it aside to do next weekend. Probably won't take long. I left SF at 7:20ish (I stuck around to eat pie and help them fold shirts). 12 hours from leaving to leaving.

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SO! I'm leaving Santa Cruz in May. Don't know when in May. Early or late, but May. I'm putting my stuff into storage and I'm hitting the road. Going across the country. Big goal would be every day. Drawing, driving, seeing, eating my way to new places and hopefully old friends.

Santa Cruz has been fun, but it isn't the end all be all for me. I put in notice at work and notice with my landlord and I've told enough people that now I have to do this. Can't get an idea and then shirk from it and be okay with that because I told no one. NOPE.

clammin'

Saturday:

It was very much for the best that we didn't go to the beach last night, because it was rainy. Today was surprisingly nice. I woke up to ma and pa saying "we are ready to go" so I showered and stuffed a bag full of stuff and had a mediocre breakfast and off we went! Even though I had tea, I still napped on the way to Ocean City State Park.

We got a spot and settled in. We decided to take Holly with us on the trip, so we kept her on a leash and walked down to the beach. It was not windy and there were no fleas and it was sunny and not totally freezing. Near November and better weather that the summer. Whaaat?

Back at the motorhome, we had sandwiches and watched some Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. It got dark and we suited up. We got our clam guns (home made by dad), our flashlights, our boots, our rain coats, and all this other gear to help us dig for razor clams at night. Hurrah! It was fun. An interesting trek in the stillness of night. Quite beautiful as the only illumination came from our lights and the moon was a red sliver low in the sky. We managed to dig up 20 clams using our guns. We found a couple broken ones that other people discarded. Didn't get the clam limit, but it was slow going and couldn't find that many spurts. Still, Dad is a champ at digging. Really good at chasing them through the sand.

Back at the moho, we finished the movie and ate mac and cheese. What a night!

Todays Portrait Is: Rich Fulcher.

Sunday:

Slept in, which was good because on a morning walk, Ma and Pa took Holly off a leash and she went and rolled in the carcass of a seal. While I slept, they washed her off. Silly smelly dog. Silly parents taking her off the leash.

Bacon, eggs over easy, and toast for breakfast! And cocoa! Yum!

We gave Holly a quick walk down at Pacific Shores or something and then headed home. Grabbed some DQ on the way. Then I took another nap. Spent so much time sleeping.

Helped empty the hot tub. Got Downton Abbey and Misfits all set up. Ate a burger. Hot tubbed. Somewhere in the day, I bit the inside of my lip something fierce. Ate a salad. Watched Bridesmaids with Ma and Pa. It was a bit awkward to watch at times, but it did have some genuine funny moments. I like the Chris O'Dowd is getting popularity on this side of the pond. He is charming.

Spent the rest of the night snacking and watching my Sunday Stories. Misfits was AWESOME. It is the show that above all others I look forward to. It is hilarious and I'll never let ma and pa watch it. Anyway, dig the new character (who has the same map pillowcases that we do) and love the set up for this season. Downton Abbey was good. Finally some good things happened, but as per usual it was more bad stuff. Boo, I just want characters to be happy! Walking Dead was okay. It is a good show it just...is sort of treading water. Dexter, gah, why did they do that to that character! I liked him. That was stupid. Boardwalk Empire will have to wait till tomorrow.

Yay. Illustrator. Boo. Flash. All though since it is a work day, then that should be good. Don't know what I'll work on but I'll come up with something, eh. Some things I care about, some things I don't.

Today's Portrait Is: David Mitchell.

westward, ho!

Ma, Pa, and myself loaded up the motorhome on Tuesday and went camping. I didn't take a lot of notes, so here are the details as best as I can remember them.

Tuesday:

Got up to the information that since the weather is nice, we shall be camping. I got my portraits done and posted. Quickly packed. Loaded up the Motorhome and off we went for Western Washington and the Olympic Peninsula. After the great big Utah trip, a three hour drive feels like nothing. We camped at...uhhh....this campground on the Straight of Juan de Fuca the first night. There was a really cute kid dressed like Captain America. I read Wild Cards: Aces High liberally throughout the camping trip. Reading is fun. Dad read Cryptonomicon. Mom read Game of Thrones. We had hot dogs and s'mores and walked on the beach a little bit. All was good.

Wednesday:

Ma and pa hiked on the beach and identified kelp while I slept in. Dad made fisherman's special for breakfast and it was good. We took a longer hike around the bunker and down to the beach. It was a good day for it, though we couldn't loop around due to the tide. After the hike we packed up and headed to Crescent Lake. We arrived nice and early and ma and pa kayaked. I read and made a fire. We hiked a little bit and had an early dinner. We read around the fire. Lots of reading. Not spending all day driving leaves a lot of free time to read. Ma and pa went to bed super early, and I had no choice but to follow suit.

Thursday:

My job was to paddle the kayak to the boat launch. So I did that and then waited on the lake for ma and pa to show up. Thankfully I had my book with me. I like the Wild Cards series. Superheroes. Many characters. Different writers. My kind of thing. We stopped at the Crescent Lake store for a bit before heading into the Olympic National Park. Sol Duc, here we come! And in what felt like seconds, there we were. In a lovely little camp site. We lounged around a bit. Then biked a bit. Then ate. Then read. Then walked down to Sol Duc Hot Springs and soaked and swam and soaked and swam. My earring is all tarnished now. I should really get the other ear pierced.

After that, we sat around and read some more (we did some serious reading). Then had dinner. Only I had the appetite for s'mores. Then mom and dad went to bed super early. And I had a dreadful night sleep, only aided by dad waking up at 4am and then telling mom about the dream he had and mom tittering "you have so much fun in your dreams". They let me sleep in while they did the waterfall hike.

Friday:

Breakfast was toast. We left at 11ish and returned to Crescent Lake for a little hike and a little swim. It takes 30 minutes to walk to Devil's Punchbowl. We spent another 30 minutes jumping off the bridge and off the cliff and all that fun stuff. There were lots of people about but we all had our own space to jump into the water. Dad really sunk deep. Mom only jumped twice. We changed in the motorhome and I accidentally flashed the rangers driving past (well, they may not have seen anything as they were far away and I ducked down real quick, still....). On the way back, we stopped at a fruit stand and bought peaches. We dropped some of said peaches off at the Spencer's on the way home. Ma managed to pick up Holly minutes from the kennel closing down. I helped bring some stuff from the motorhome down.

The weather is holding, which is great.

Nathan is in town, but won't be over till tomorrow.

Tuesday's Portrait: JRR Tolkien

Wednesday's: George RR Martin

Thursday's: Trevor Dodge

Friday's: Jerzy Kosinski

Midwest Motorhoming Trip - June 14th to the 18th

June 14^th:

Uhg. Yosemite.

At 8am, we were out of bed for pancakes and bacon. Got everything packed into Nathan’s car, because Nathan would be driving us today. Dad gets a break, yay! It was to be a hot day.

There was some bickering about stopping at certain spots. And a long wait in the park due to road construction. And a long line of cars for pretty much anywhere close in the park. Anyhoo, our first major stop was Bridal Fall. We parked right at the entrance to the parking lot, on the shoulder. There was a steady crawl of cars going in trying to find spots. This was our first glimpse of the Yosemite crowds. Just hordes of tourists swarming the path. A stream of water was coming down the trail from the area of the fall. As we were fast approaching, the air became misty with vapor from the falls. Then it became a light rain. Mother and father stopped before they got too wet, but Nathan and I continued on. Our feet were totally soaked by the inch worth of running water that covered the lookout area. And by feet I mean sneakers. We were also fairly damp, but it was quite the misty site. Lovely.

Then we spent some time struggling through traffic.

We parked at the cathedral and walked about. I made a postcard. We walked to another waterfall, which was considerably less damp making.

Then a picnic was attempted, but we became bug bitten in less than a minute, so we ate in the car with the A/C running.

Then we became very frustrated in traffic trying to navigate through the “Yosemite Village” but we did grab a spot, which became where the car stayed for the rest of the day. We wandered through the crowds at the Village area. Yosemite is so much more a resort with crowds and hecticness, than a docile park. Some of us were becoming unnerved and stressed by it all. Still, we got our stamps and saw a video about the park, and went to some museums, and kept hydrating and eating ice cream and getting some souveniers. We did a lot of wandering around the paved area, and eventually were exasperated and decided to leave.

We drove to a couple hiking points and hiked at the first one for about fifteen minutes. Saw some deer. Totally frustrated with all the day and the crowds and poor access to hikes and views, we went back to the RV Park and had dinner.

Today’s Portrait Is: Eugene Mirman

June 15^th:

The dry heat of Utah is great because you are warm but not sweaty, the muggy heat sucks because you sweat and it doesn’t evaporate. It is much worse here, all though probably colder by 10-15 degrees.

We arose bright and early, had hash browns and bacon and eggs. Yum! Then we packed up our site, and went down the hill. Mom went down the narrow winding road in Nathan’s car (with Nathan) and waited at a historical marker in Chinese Camp. Dad and I descended in the motorhome, a journey which made mother too scared. It actually was a lot better going down than up. We kept a steady pace, and as we were near the cliff side and not the cliff edge, it was less frightening. There was a road construction stop and shortly after that, we pulled off to let people pass. Then for the rest of the journey down the hill, we had no pressure from the presence of people behind us. We ambled along at fifteen miles per hour and before we knew it, we were picking mom up and saying goodbye to Nathan.

And thus began another long day of driving. We are headed home through Northern California and Oregon now. First stop: Lake Shasta and the caverns. We tried to find the Hersey’s Plant, but it was closed. Got some groceries from a semi-open area grocery seller. I took a nap. I read the latest Ryu Murakami novel, which ended almost exactly like another one of his novels. Time creeped onwards, as did I-5. We stopped for sandwiches.

Soon we were going down another winding road and found ourselves in an RV Park next to Lake Shasta. We got popsicles and ice cream before dinner. I took a shower. Mom made a stew with lots of tidbits from the fridge. After dinner mom and dad went Kayaking. I am scratching at my numerous mousquito bites. Another reason why Yosemite isn’t all that great.

Today’s Portrait Is: David Lynch

June 16^th:

Woke up nice and early. Dad made me a fried egg with toast. Mmm! We didn’t set right in to driving. We moved from our RV Park to the Lake Shasta Cavern tour place. It’s a pretty cool tour system. You park, and they take you on a boat across the lake to a place where a bus picks you up. Then you go up a special one way road that is mostly inaccessible to everyone else. Up this narrow winding road, you get a tour guide and go through these really awesome caverns. You can get really close, but can’t touch, to all sorts of cool rock formations. And you wind through the mountain on these numerous steps. Hard to take pictures though. Oh well.

It was 80 steps up to one cavern part, and our tour guide pointed out lots of interpretive formations, like this saber tooth tiger looking cluster. It was fun. I wonder how many cave systems like these are hiding out waiting to be discovered.

From there we headed for Crater Lake National Park. We stopped at this middle of nowhere grocery store and picked up some provisions (and the ever present ice cream). As soon as we started climbing another mountain side, snow became present. Long fallen snow, and the roads were clear. However, it was well packed many feet deep. We stopped for a view point and I chased mom and dad with a snowball, and dad tripped over a log. He scraped his leg up but took the fall with good humor.

The Crater Lake Visitors Center was closed, due to still being stuck in snow. But the gift shop, with a snow entrance, was open. So we got our stamps and souveniers there. We walked around the snow and took pictures and had a light dinner. I made another post card.

At around 8pm we set out for a campground. Back down another mountain. We arrived at Silver Lake, Oregon a bit after 9pm. Tomorrow we head for the border, and camp there. Day after we might return home a day early.

Today’s Portrait Is: Werner Herzog

June 17^th:

Everyone woke up cold. Where did this chill come from? Boo! Poached egg on toast with melted cheese were served for everybody and we took off bright and early. Stopped for some propane and candy and post card drop off.

Just before Bend, Oregon we stopped at the High Desert Museum for a few hours. It is a combination museum with historical reenactors (which I’ve since found freak me out a bit) standard historical item recreations and exhibits, AND indoor and outdoor live animals. There were also a fair share of children, something that also freaks me out. Anyway. The ye olde exhibits were neat, though a bit repetitive by this point. I’ve seen some wagons on this trip. The bobcat and lynx were awesomely adorable. Big soft things behind glass that had once been pets and were neglected. We saw the special raptors of the sky performance thingy. They had several sizable birds come flying over head (outdoors). They came to perch at different trees and I got some good photos of the Harrison Hawk. There were some owls and eagles in closed in exhibits, and dad cooed at them. We ate lunch in the museum and picked out some things from the gift shop. We spent a good 3-4 hours there, which broke up the rhythm of all day driving that we have been accustomed to.

We headed to Timberline Lodge for a quick visit after that. The exterior of the lodge was used in The Shining. We saw some Buddhist Monks. I picked up a patch at the gift shop. It is a lovely place, I’d like to return and stay there for a weekend some time in the future. It smells fantastic.

We migrated onwards for another hour and a half, and have arrived at a campground near the train tracks, hurrah! Mom has reheated her soup and put some chicken in the oven. Yum.

Tomorrow we return to Seabeck.

Today’s Portrait Is: Wes Anderson

June 18^th:

We managed to sleep fairly well, even with the trains going by so near to us. It was a soggy pacific northwest day that greeted our return to home. It rained heavily on us all the way back through Oregon, but it let up when we stopped by the Mt Saint Helen’s Visitor Center. They have recently imposed a fee on the center, so we didn’t look at the exhibits (besides, we already have seen them in the past). So we took a loop walk to stretch our legs a bit and see the marshy land.

It is amazing how 4 hours on the road feels like a light driving day. The original plan was a late Sunday return (but we skipped Zion and didn’t do an extra day at Yosemite) and had a late afternoon Saturday return, which was lovely.

We unpacked the motorhome, started laundry, mom got Holly doggie, Dad ordered pizza from Seabeck Pizza and when the long day was over, we watched some tellie and enjoyed food. After all that time together, we don’t hate each other!

It’s been a wonderful trip, now to get back to life.

Today’s Portrait Is: Jean-Pierre Jeunet

Midwest Motorhoming Trip - June 11th to the 13th

June 11^th:

We got a generally early start for Bryce Canyon. We arrived at Rainbow Point, the farthest point in the park, at a little bit after 9. It was quite majestic, and we could see quite far. But after a days worth of Hoodoos, and many days of the same colored rocks, it was obvious we were a bit tired of it all. Still, I made another post card and off we went down the road. We stopped at a couple more repetitive sights and parked at Sunset Point for the Navajo Loop Trail. I had to beg and pressure mom and dad into taking the hike. Neither of them wanted to. Weird how it was the child asking the parents to hike, and not ‘tother way around.

Anyway, we geared up with first aid and water and snacks and down we went. The first part of the hike descends from the lookout point and into the canyons. It does so not by one steep path, but by thirty (we counted) switchbacks. A steady stream of people kept the pace nice. It was quite fun to descend and look back. At the bottom, the hike goes for a while between two steep walls. It is beautiful to be at the bottom and look up at it all. Mother and father soon agreed that it was good that I forced them on the hike. We emerged from the canyon walls and went to the end where the trail went off on much longer trails. The other half of the loop was sectioned off, so the return trip would be just the same way we came from. Before going up, we took a rest in the shade, I produced another post card, and we snacked. Then back up we went! We passed by many families and counted the number of turns on the hike back up the hill. It was exhausting but well worth it.

Back on the motorhome, we swung by the Visitors Center, and then zoom off we went to Zion. It wasn’t until ten miles till Zion that we found out there was a height restriction on the entrance into the park due to a tunnel, and that it would be a special fee to escort us into the park (for larger vehicles, they would have to make it one way. Would have been nice to find this out before hand. We decided not to pay the fee and headed West for Nevada, and ultimately, Yosemite.

We climbed up to 10,000 feet above sea level in the motorhome. Over this mountain and towards Nevada. We decided to camp high up at Cedar Canyon. The campground has been ravaged by wind and not quite cleaned up. Sure the paths are clear and all that, but there is still mucho debris laying around. And no ranger. We had hot dogs and mashed potatoes and cabbage. I made another postcard. Now we settle in for the night.

Tomorrow: Nevada! And then hopefully Eastern Yosemite.

Todays Portrait Is: Zach Galifianakis

June 12^th:

12 hours on the road, sure with some stops, but mostly 12 straight hours.

The day started at around 7:30am. I was still in bed when the motorhome started shaking and moving and driving. I luxuriated in the gentle rocking for a while long, and then climbed down. We stopped for gas, I bought some candy, and then we were off across Nevada. We were not going through Las Vegas. Instead we were taking the route across Extraterrestrial Highway. There would be no gas for 150 miles, and indeed none for 200+ because that was the mileage we racked up when we were finally able to refuel across the California border. Nevada was one long straight road after another. And not as hot as we were expecting. Still, it went on and on. Near the end there were two summits we had to cross. The motorhome accomplished the efforts it was forced through, though it will likely need some care and repair after this trip is done. We got ice cream across the border, had sandwiches earlier in the day, but generally we just trekked on and on. In California, at Mono Basin, we discovered the route into East Yosemite was closed (still snow on the pass) and that we would have to drive all the way around tomorrow. I bought a patch and we got dinner in town. I had the beef dip, mom had the fish, dad had chicken. It was good to just sit down and get a meal away from the motorhome and driving and all that. The . campsite was about 45 minutes away. We are back in woods and trees and reasonable elevation.

Made a fire, had some s’mores. Tomorrow is Yosemite, where Nathan will be joining us. We might just stay outside of Yosemite and relax. But we’ll be there, and then Nathan can do the rest of the driving! Ha ha!

Today’s Portrait: Eddie Izzard

June 13^th:

Another day where I awoke to a moving motorhome. I scrambled down from my motorhome loft at 8am and had 7-11 breakfast. Mmm. Ma and pa headed North to go West. Leaving really early makes 6-7 hours worth of driving not seem like much when you arrive at a campsite at 2:30ish. But before that, we were on our most harrowing drive yet. Before the harrowing part, we stopped at Angel’s Camp, California to get food and have a light lunch. Angel’s Camp is where my Great Grandpa arrived at when he first came to America. We had a lovely sushi snack.

The day passed by fast for me. But then we got on the pass to Yosemite. The truck road is still very perilous. Narrow, with no shoulder. Windy. Every ten feet it wound around another corner. Steep. We could go no faster than 20 miles per hour, not that we would want to go any faster. There was even a one way car to help us past road construction. It was five terrifying miles that they need to include in their guides to Yosemite National Park. Once you start up, you can’t go back.

But we made it up in one piece, in two days we’ll have to go down, but right now we are up.

We checked into an RV park, and decided to spend the rest of the day relaxing. We hopped in the pool. Sun bathed. Showered. I played badminton with dad. Mom got dinner ready: chili, corn bread, and steamed cabbage. I had the first two. And the great thing is: Nathan drove down from San Jose to join us! He will be with us for Yosemite, which will be all of tomorrow and then we all depart the day after. Nathan had dinner and marshmallows and now we shall tuck into bed. Tomorrow will be fun, and as Nathan’s car is here, the motorhome can be left to rest.

Today’s Portrait: Richard Pryor

Midwest Motorhoming Trip - June 9th and 10th

June 9^th:

Right now it is 9:19pm, and we are still looking for a place to camp the night. Goblin’s Creek, which was down a 25 mile or so road, was full. This little itty bitty national park was full. Only the undesireable places nearer to Canyonlands than Bryce Canyon had availability. Looking back on it, we should have dry camped at Goblin’s Creek. Still, the night sky is looking lovely.

We were pretty exhausted from yesterday. Got a lateish start from the Arches National Park Visitors Center. We watched a little program about rocks and I sent off some post cards. We departed for Canyonlands, ready for another day of sights and sun. Canyonlands was mostly full of scenic views of the vast expanse of canyons upon canyons. We were viewing from Island in the Sky, which was one of the three main features of Canyonlands, the others being The Needles and..uhm…the third thing. Canyons. At Upheaval Dome, I made a card. It struggled to get away from me. The drop offs were staggering. I’m not one to be afraid of heights, but I was scared. In Arches, if you fell you didn’t have far to go. Here you had a long time to think about your life before you went splat. I made a second card at the Grand Viewpoint. I liked that one a lot more. Some of these cards are a textural mess, while others are quite majestic.

Canyonlands is a place of short hikes and extremely long hikes. We didn’t take any long ones.

At fiveish we departed to find a campground. Stopped for gas and dinner at Burger King, and as I said, we are still looking for a place. Might illegally camp for a time being, lest we get booted.

Today’s Portrait is: Mitch Hedberg

June 10^th:

So, we managed to spend the night illegally at a scenic spot without a ranger coming by and kicking us out. We moved the motorhome from the spot to the Visitors center at around 7:15ish, and as the center opens at 8, that wasn’t strange at all. Mother and father went for a bike ride as I slowly got to waking up.

We stamped our stuff in the visitors center, I bought a book and some stickers, ma bought a haul of goods and dad got a shirt and a mug. Then off we went for Bryce’s Canyon! While last night may have sucked, all that driving did put us just a mere 100 miles from the National Park. So a shorter drive than the ones we have been making.

After driving at terrifying heights really close to the edge with brakes that were smelling funny, we took a detour at this Anasazi museum in Boulder, Utah. It was a lovely little constructed museum, devoted to speaking about the things that were uncovered at a dig site (where there were once houses and stuff). You could also get really close to the original dig site, though obviously no touching was allowed. It was a nice rest, and soon we were off again.

Instead of trying to find a site at the end of the day, before even entering the park we checked into an RV park. Having a pool and laundry on site is fabulous. We got our spot, I got a magnet.

The great thing about Bryce’s Canyon National Park is that they have a shuttle bus that picks up people from outside the park and brings them around the park on a loop, and the busses come every 15 minutes or so, so you can get off, hike, buy stuff, get on and go to another place and hike. So today the motorhome stayed in its place and we just hoofed it. Well shuttle bus and hoof.

We took the whole shuttle bus loop and then disembarked at the visitors center. We got our stamps (all the national parks have little ink pad stamps) and some post cards. Watched another video about erosion and rocks. Then it was back on the shuttle bus for hike time!

Bryce’s Point was the start of our path. Bryce’s Canyon has such wonderful special spire mounds called Hoodoos. And they are quite epic to behold. But after hiking around the rim for an hour, it gets a little repetitive. Still, the light changed as we hiked and that gave us some new views. Really beautiful when the sun casts shadows through the Hoodoo formations. We got to Inspiration Point, and it was inspiring. And then Sunset Point. From there we took a bus to Sunrise point, got some ice cream (I squashed a souvenir penny) and waited for the next shuttle bus to take us out of the park.

We got back at around 7ish. We took a dip in the pool and hot tub. Perfect thing to do after a long days hike (several miles worth of hiking along the cliffside path). I showered. Mother worked on dinner. Father and I took our dirty clothes to the RV, Campground, Inn, etc. Compound’s Laundromat. We were much in need of some clean clothes. I was just about out of shirts, and when we eventually meet up with Nathan, none of us want to be that smelly. Dinner was consumed, then we went and threw the laundry in the dryer. Dad and I worked on crosswords till the laundry time was up. Some of it was still damp, so we rigged a clothes line in the motorhome.

Tomorrow is Bryce’s Canyon Part Two and then Zion.

Today’s Portait Is: John Hodgman

Midwest Motorhoming Trip - June 8th

June 8^th:

Arches!!! Arches National Park!

I got out of bed about when I woke up, because there would be no sleeping in today! We were set on spending all day in the park, as we paid for another day here in Moab. We’ve spent a lot of time on the road anyway, a day to walk and rest and enjoy some sites was much needed.

At 9:30ish we made it into Arches and right away it was magnificent. Just expansive and mostly untouched. Rock formations and plants and space as far as the eye can see. There were not many roads throughout the place, mostly just one with several loops. Would be easy to get lost and never found in there, if one wandered off. Still, with the impressive arch landmarkers, it would be hard to stay lost. Just walk towards one and there is sure to be a trail. Every single arch seemed to have a name.

We stopped at a scenic spot and this was our first of three run ins with a nice young guy named James. There were many people I saw multiple times through the day, but James was the only one with which we made conversation.

Between each scenic spot we took a rest of various lengths, were we nibbled on food and hydrated.

North and South Windows was probably the highlight of the park for us. My second post card of the day (my first was at Courthouse Columns or something of that nature) was in the shade of North Windows. They were the perfect balance of hike and view. Some things that were obviously pretty required a heck of a trek (the iconic Delicate Arch was a three mile hike which we did not take).

After Windows we had sandwiches for lunch and then walked down a ways to see some more sites.

Balancing Rock was neat, though a lot smaller up close. We walked around it and took pictures. I’ll upload pictures of the trip at the end. I ended up with about 50-60 pictures from today alone.

Dry heat is nice because you don’t get so sticky with sweat, but it is also really easy to get dehydrated. And the water tastes funky in Utah. Not nice Pacific Northwest water.

We trekked the Delicate Arch viewpoint, which gives a nice view of it from the distance. I did my third postcard there. I used sun block consistently; Dad did not and ended up with a red neck. Mom slightly did, but is still a bit pink in spots. I think I got some color but I’m not burnt, all though the back of my arms are a tad pink. Because I worked with my back to the sun, they were the most exposed.

I wore sneakers so I didn’t have to worry about my tattoo getting exposed. Gotta take care of that. It is almost fully healed.

At the Sand Dunes Arch, I sat on the sand and made my fourth and final watercolor post card of the day. A cute little girl named Anya was playing in the sand. She was very pleasant.

We took a small section of the Devil’s Garden hike. There were some Austrian biker men on the path, that was neat. Such great views. I wish I could spend more time painting them. Too bad it was easily 90 degrees. But I did quite well with the heat, all things considered.

All in all, Arches is very beautiful. We spent eight hours exploring it, which seemed to be just the right amount of time. Took many breaks and didn’t push ourselves. Just allowed enjoyment of the natural beauty of the world.

I got a “you have a real talent” and a “that’s no paint by numbers!” in regards to my postcard making. Love it!

We returned at 6:30 and promptly took a dip in the pool. Dinner was burgers, vegetables, and rice pilaf. Delicious! I gulped down juice. We followed it up with an episode of Last Chance to See, hosted by Stephen Fry. Tomorrow we leave Moab and go to Canyon Lands!

Today’s Portrait is: Tim Minchin

Midwest Motorhoming Trip - June 6th to the 7th

June 6^th:

Today required a lot of on the road time to get out of Idaho. Woke up early, because of motorhome time lag (yes, that is a thing). Had some hash browns and toast. Everything is cooked for me, it is lovely. Plus I’m probably eating a bit healthier because we consciously try to get all the food groups.

It was warm. We rode our bikes down to the Lewis and Clark Center Thingy. Took some pictures with ye olde covered wagons. We went past these tents that were for an Idaho State University thing, according to mom and dad. Saw an old fashioned ferry. Road back, got on Wifi and uploaded a blog entry. Then off we went for Utah!

Well, we had to stop for fudge on the way out of Glenns Ferry, Idaho. Fudge and ice cream. Naturally. Then we were off again!

On the way, we stopped at a ranch supply store. Dad got some fittings. It was a wonderful place. Ranch supplies, guns, camouflage, two aisles devoted to cowboy hats, all the toys were hunting and ranching oriented, fishing tackle. Completely unapologetic about its devotion to animals, both in the raising and killing of them. There were even coyote traps. And everyone was so friendly and had a lovely slight accent.

Lunch was served at a rest stop: tuna fish sandwiches. The wind and rain picked up for a miserable strip of road. The wind was so furious that dad had some series driving to do. Had to keep the motorhome on all four wheels. It was swaying back and forth and it was very scary. Ma and I sat on the other side for a bit to help with weight. I don’t know what we would have done had the motorhome tipped all the way over. That would have been quite the crash. Still, we made it safely into Utah. Where it was gray and rainy and windy. BOO!!

We will be headed further South tomorrow.

Today’s campground of choice was Antelope Island State Park, Utah. We drove through Ogden to get here. We paid at this little booth for our campsite. The way to the island was a road built on a manmade strip of land. It was lengthy and pretty, though the weather wasn’t so sunny. The island was a lot larger than we expected and it loomed up at us. The campground itself didn’t have much privacy between the sites. I worked on a postcard outside and the wind almost took my hat away, and it snatched my postcard twice. But I learned to listen for the incoming wind to defend against its wrath. There were buffalo on the hill and I went up and waved at them. Later, the two buffalo came down the hill! Into the campground! They grazed in the unoccupied spaces as people took pictures. I got within about 20 feet. I am so in love with buffalo now. Adorable, huge, lumbering things. They moved so slowly but without a care in the world. No wonder they were so easy to nearly wipe out. They were great entertainment, even though they didn’t much. Just ate and looked around.

Dinner was chicken and last night’s soup. And fudge.

Today’s Portrait is: Steve McQueen.

June 7^th:

It was windy all through the night, but the motorhome didn’t tip over. I had a bite of weird oatmeal in the morning and some cocoa. Then off we went…to the visitors center (and a stop off at a view point). I bought a stuffed buffalo toy. So cute.

Shortly after Salt Lake City, we stopped at Costco. Dad bought the new Clive Cussler book and some jeans. It was weird. The layout of this Costco was the same, it was just a mirror image. Everything was backwards and didn’t make sense.

We also breaked for ice cream and I dropped off my postcards. Six in the mail, headed for lovely people!

It was another long six plus hours on the road day. There was traffic and then there was just road. Plateaus to the left, expanses to the right. Maybe some mountains in the far distance. It just went on and on and on, and so much sky. Rocks and sky. So very different yet lovely.

We almost spent the night at Green River State Park, but the town looked positively deserted and the park was very unappealing. The whole place was odd and we decided to spend the extra 30 minutes and go straight on to Arches National Park and Moab.

Unfortunatley the campground at Arches was full up. So we got our stamps and some stickers and went to Moab to find a place. And luckily grabbed the last available spot at an RV Park. They had a pool so, after we got situated, we took a lovely dip in it.

Dinner was hot dogs and mashed potatoes. Tomorrow: ARCHES! HIKING!

Today’s Portrait is: Harrison Ford.

Midwest Motorhoming Trip - June 2nd to the 5th

June 2^nd, 2011

Had a nice sleep. Got up around 10ish and had some toast and tea. Took my sweet time getting ready and getting to the portraits. Then at around noon I found out that we were leaving for Utah TONIGHT! Dad had told me Friday. Egads! I had errands to run. So I hopped in the Prius and drove to town. First swung by the bank and deposited a check for mom and my Odd Owl moneys. Then I went to Game Stop and picked up a copy of Pokémon Black, because I felt like reveling in some nostalgia. Then I swung by Artist’s Edge to get another stack of watercolor postcards. Art stores out of Portland get so expensive, boo. It was raining furiously and then tepidly and then not at all and then ferociously. I was hopefully dressed in cut offs, but reasonably wore a sweater.

Once home I got to packing. Dug some shirts out of my storage tubs as well as a couple books. I powered out about 10 more portraits all while ma and pa were nagging me. Then WOOSH I got it all done and online and set to autopost. So long as we return by the 19^th, all will be well.

I loaded my stuff into the camper, grabbed a hat for the sun, and off for Rainbow Falls we departed! About a two hour journey. I played my game as the sun went down. We are the only ones in the campground tonight. Dad made ravioli and theres some buttered bread for dipping. I think we shall watch some Doctor Who. Tomorrow there will be exploring by bike and then on the road. I promised Karen to draw her a picture from the Arches.

Today’s Portrait is: Bruce Willis

June 3^rd

Woke up a couple times before I actually hauled myself out of bed. Had some cocoa with a slice of toast slathered with Nutella. It was a nice day, and the weather maintained.

We three rode our bikes down to look at the VERY underwhelming Rainbow Falls. It was barely a 10 foot high fall. Hardly worth naming a camp ground for. Satisfied with our early day excursion, we hopped on the road and headed for Mt. Rainier and the Ohanapecosh camp ground. It was a pretty quick journey, no longer than a couple hours. We arrived at another mostly empty campground at around 3:15ish. We paid up and had a lovely lunch of green beans, chili, hot dogs (that were chicken dogs)and some soda. I worked on a postcard and fought the mosquitos away. Fully sated, we road to the trail head by bike, locked them up, and set off for Silver Falls. Well, first we did the 30 minute loop, and then we decided to additionally hike the 1.2 miles to check out the second batch of falls. It was mostly uphill but worth it. The falls were massive. Legitimate falls. Not dinky, no way jose. The loop was also mostly uphill on the way back, and was 1.3 miles. After half an hour of huffing and puffing, we made it. Thankfully it was a nice day with no rain. Just sun and mild warmth. Dinner was not needed, so we roasted marshmallows on the fire and then watched an episode of Tales Of/From the City. Ohhh some of the actors are so young! Tomorrow we leave Washington for Oregon, camp there and do some stuff. We are also crossing the rockies. Dry land, here we come! And the day after that, we shoot for Utah. Whoo!

Today’s Portrait is: Jean-Claude Van Damme

June 4^th

It’s weird how sleeping in doesn’t really happen when camping. All though mom and dad beg to differ that 9:30am is not early. Had some bacon and tea for breakfast. After we vacated our spot we swung by the Ranger Station Placey Thingy. I picked up a WPA postcard featuring the National Park we were in and mom got one of those National Park passport things. National Parks all have little stamps that you use in these passport thingies, I stamped my notebook. It had the date and said Ohanapecosh. How neat. It’ll be fun when we get more stamps over time. Anyway, we moved on to Oregon from there. The Rockies were effortlessly passed and soon the landscape flattened into the dull tan-ish green with shallow hills and hills that only thrive because of irrigation. That went on for a while. Amazing that people don’t go crazy from the repetition.

We stopped by a Safeway and picked up food. In the parking lot we had a lunch of bread, turkey, and a cornucopia of cheese. Brie. Feta. Goat cheese. So much cheese. From there we moved on, and didn’t go quit as far as planned.

At five thirtyish we arrived and Emigrant Springs. This campground had cabins you could rent and was about half full of people. Early June continues to be the best time to camp. I remember when I was younger and how much I would sit in the truck as we toured around trying to find a campground with an open site.

The Ranger lady had a cougar pelt on display and really nicely taxidermied bob cat. She lamented the decreased budget for preserving critters. I remarked “due to these harsh economic times, funding for taxidermy has gone way down” or something along those lines. Such a shame. Taxidermy is so cool.

Dinner was hamburgers, corn, potatoes au gratin, and asparagus (for the parents). After that we ventured to this scenic spot the park ranger mentioned. The spot was an overlook of this vast valley. Two rangers and a bunch of other campers showed up (because the ranger mentioned the place to us) and under the guidance of the rangers, we looked for bears on the side of the mountain. It was tricky because they were so far away, but with the aid of mother’s zoom lens Dad found a cinnamon colored on. Mom failed to locate it in the view finder, but I did. We wandered off from the group for a while and came back to listen to the ranger talk about bears (she had a taxidermied bear on hand, a smallish one).

Back at the camp site we stoked a fire, had some beverages, and watched the second episode of Tales From the City. Tomorrow it is destination Utah! Hopefully.

Today’s Portrait is: Errol Flynn

June 5^th

Pancakes for breakfast! Yaay! They were delicious.

We took a little bike ride to check out the rest of Emigrant Springs. We found this historical marker that Ezra Meeker placed there to mark the original Oregon Trail. Pretty nifty. At 11ish or so we left the camp ground and headed east once again for Idaho, and ultimately Utah. Today was a long driving day.

Though we did have a stop in Baker City. I posted two postcards and we checked out this museum. It was a bit of a glorified knick knack museum and some of the exhibit displays left a lot to be desired. Still, there were some impressive rocks. Some cool old timey materials. Some old guns. And a lot of trust on the museums part to not have the attendees mess with stuff. There was an old letterpress and type catalog. Such a shame that perfectly good lead type is just gathering dust in this way out in the middle of nowhere museum.

Lunch was served in transit. Mother made crème cheese on rice cracker snacks with turkey breast. We listened to Lord of the Rings, but it was more a theatrical rendition than a full on audio book. We crossed over into mountain time. The tan green landscape just extended out forever. So endless. And far far away.

We made it to Three Islands State Park in Idaho at around 6ish. The motorhome was having some troubles but it was probably just very tired. We set up camp and have a gorgeous view of this wide open plain area thingy. Mom and dad took a bike ride and I worked on some post cards. Dinner was salad and stew. Healthy.

There is limited wifi at this campground, so I’m taking the time to get stuff up.

Today’s Portrait is: Dolph Lundgren