8 posts tagged “road trips”
It must be a uniquely tech-industry thing to come back from a vacation and within hours see an email that the digital footage of your escapades has already been edited and posted on YouTube. As you can see we got up to quite a lot of fun, even outside all the skiing which isn't featured in this video.
The final day of the road trip started early - it was going to be a good twelve to fifteen hours getting back depending on how many stops we made. We were planning to leave Salt Lake City by 8am, which meant that everyone would have to be up by at least 7am. But we hadn't walked up the hill to the Capitol yet, and I'd heard the view of the mountains was pretty good up there, so a few of us got up around 5:45 and headed up the hill for a gander. The sun hadn't peeked up yet, but it was already light and fairly warm. We couldn't get too close to the capitol building, since it was under renovation, but again it looked like all the other state capitol buildings I've seen in the US so no big loss there. The air around the mountains was really hazy so we didn't get too good a look at them, but we saw a couple of nice churches and old buildings on the way down.
Driving west from Salt Lake City was pretty uneventful. It was just really, really flat. Followed by more flatness. And then more flatness. First stop once we were on the road was the aptly named Bonneville Salt Flats, right on the Utah-Nevada border, a big stretch of stark, flat land covered 6 feet deep in salt. It really was quite a bizarre landscape - I felt like I was on another planet. There was no vegetation anywhere - just hectares and hectares of salt with a highway running through the middle. According to a nearby signpost, the land here is so flat that it perfectly reflects the curvature of the earth. You can actually see the ground curving a little downwards as you look towards the horizon. Apparently on a clear day when you can see the mountains, they look like they're floating on air because you can't see their bases, as they're below the horizon.
Next major stop was in Somewhere, Idaho, in the middle of corn fields. An RV in front of us had caught on fire, and we were stuck in a traffic jam in the middle of nowhere. We ended up taking a side road through random farms and somehow finding our way back to the road we were on.
Last big stop was for lunner at Cracker Barrel, probably the most all-American restaurant I've ever been to apart from Ruby's. Jon had a major childhood nostalgia trip - when he was a kid, his family would stop at a Cracker Barrel each way on their annual road trip to Florida, and it was always the highlight of his vacation. To say he was mighty pleased with his meal would be an understatement: to put it in his words: "This is the greatest day of my entire life."
We got back to Seattle around 11:30, not too shabby, and finished off the trip with a healthy dose of Dick's.
Previously on Utah: The Series...
Jon: Don't stop believing!
Milly: Look, arches!
Spaghetti: Windows Vista... he he.
Astha: Look, even more arches!
Sean: Shit guys, I'm out of water.
Kosta: Yeah, this better be a frigging good arch.
Jon: Don't stop believing!
Sam: I wonder how long I can hide the fact that I got converted to Mormonism. I was alone, and they were just so friendly!
Karl: Sneeeeeeeeggghhh... vroooooommmmm... *stall*
*roll opening credits*
Day 4: The Canyonlands
We woke up with ambitious plans to concoct the greatest camping breakfast in history, only to be thwarted by my camp stove running out of gas, and the discovery that the extra canister we picked up from the grocery store was about as useful as an electric blanket in a Utah summer. (Note to self: Coleman canisters and MSR stoves do not fit together.) We decided to stop at the Wendy's in Moab for brekkie instead, a decision I would have resisted slightly more if I'd known that, unlike McDonald's, Wendy's does not have a breakfast menu. Anyway, I sucked it up and ordered a spicy chicken burger and a salad, which seemed like the option my still-awakening stomach would be least perturbed by. Kosta, on the other hand, bravely decided to sample the latest pride of the Wendy's menu: the Baconator. It was large, greasy, large, greasy and greasy. He came to regret it, but I do admire the man for his bravery.
After Kosta's longer than usual restroom break it was onwards to Canyonlands National Park. Two main things struck me immediately about this place: its remoteness, and its scale. Even the entrance is hours from any town, and in contrast to the more well-developed American national parks like Arches, there is pretty much zilch in the way of infrastructure such as piped water. Of course that meant that there was virtually noone there, which suited me just fine. Amazing as some American parks undeniably are, my enjoyment has often been a little dimmed by having to share them with seemingly half the country.
The remoteness of the place is probably linked to how huge it is - you could fit the whole of Arches into the area of Canyonlands about 6 or 7 times. Getting running water to the heart of a place of that size would be a considerable challenge. In fact, the park is so huge that it's divided into three districts - Island in the Sky, the Needles and the Maze - and you can't see more than one section in a single day's visit. We decided to spend our day exploring the Needles area. Just the drive in was enough to give us some idea of the scale of the place, and it was simply breathtaking. We drove past huge spur after huge spur and they just kept coming. After some time we came out on a more flat area and you could see out distances that would be inconceivable in the Pacific Northwest. It was incredible.
Something unfortunate that we quickly discovered about Canyonlands is that to see the really spectacular postcard places, such as Chesler Park, it's quite a hike - about 5 miles one way. Given the stifling heat that was not even an option. Instead, we decided to hike the short Cave Springs trail. When I say short I mean short - around a mile round trip - but it was plenty eventful and gave us lots of shade. The hike started in amongst a cluster of strange, mushroom-shaped rocks that formed natural shady canopies and caves. We came across an old cowboy camp under one of these canopies, complete with picnic tables. Those wild west cowboys knew how to roll. We also saw a bunny rabbit sheltering in the shadows. We then had to climb a rudimentary ladder up onto the tops of the mushrooms, where the trail was obviously more exposed and marked by rock cairns. From this elevation above the shrubline we had an amazing view of our surroundings and I was again floored by the utter vastness of the place. Capturing it on camera was simply impossible so I just stood and enjoyed and was humbled.
From Canyonlands it was back to Salt Lake City to meet back up with Sam. And after a lot of driving, exposure to heat and a heavy dinner I was happy to collapse, showered and sweet-smelling again, back into a comfy hotel bed.
In the next instalment: the marathon cross-country drive from Salt Lake City to Seattle. Will they make it? This blog entry proves that at least one lived to tell the tale.
In the last instalment, our heroine was pigging out on campstove-cooked three cheese tortellini in the middle of the Utah wilderness. Her adventure continues herein...
Day 3: Arches National Park
I woke up early next morning to the birds. That's something I really love about camping. I hadn't had a chance to check out the lake the evening before, so I took a short walk down there while I was waiting for the others to wake up. It was a nice enough lake, but too stagnant to seem swimmable. Once the others were up we maintained the theme of roughing it while not really roughing it, with a hearty brekkie of scrambled eggs, bacon, campfire-toasted bread and tea. After that we set off for Arches National Park.
Arches is a pretty surreal-looking place. You drive off the main highway past the visitors' centre up a series of long switchbacks that eventually lead to a big red plateau. Then you round a corner and abruptly come upon a huge, majestic row of towering rocks, almost like a row of big city buildings. It's aptly named Park Avenue and is the first major formation you see coming into the park.
We spent the entire day exploring Arches, with highlights including the Balanced Rock (as the name suggests, it was a piece of rock whose position on top of another rock seemed impossibly precarious), the North and South Windows (of course, someone just had to call the viewpoint for this "Windows Vista"), and actually finding a spot of shade to eat our picnic lunch. It was a really, really hot day.
We managed to somehow get to Devil's Garden, which is meant to be the most scenic hike at Arches, at the hottest part of the day, around 3:30pm. It was almost 110F (40C) with very little shade to go around. The hike itself was not very strenuous but the heat and dryness were really energy-sapping. We collapsed sweatily at every shady spot we came across. Along the way we saw the massive Landscape Arch, and a stunning view of a huge valley full of rock fins. At the end of the hike was the Double O arch, which was a formation with one arch on top of the other - basically a big rock with two big holes punched out of it. It was pretty cool (and hot - ha ha).
The Devil's Garden hike exhausted us so much that we didn't really feel up to the 3 mile hike to Delicate Arch, the most famous arch in the park. Instead, we went to a more distant viewpoint to take a look, and after that headed out of the park. The drive home was amazing - as we drove through the mountains, we could see a huge storm brewing several kilometres away from us, interspersed with lightning flashes. The clouds were brooding and dramatic, and behind us was a spectacular red sunset. It was simply beautiful - although in the back of my mind I was a little freaked out at the prospect of driving up a narrow, muddy, gravelly mountain road should the storm head our way.
Luckily and unluckily, the rain only just caught us as we pulled back into the campsite. We dashed into our respective tents and once again I was glad for the little tent flap verandah on my tent because we were able to cook a hot dinner under it. Having my stove on just outside the tent also warmed it up considerably. We all piled into the boys' tent to eat and chat until the rain subsided. Once it was all clear we came outside and Alex got a campfire going again. We made smores (s'more what?) and marshmallows and hot dogs and talked and looked at the thousands and thousands of stars till late.
In the next instalment of Utah: The Series: our intrepid protagonists explore the vastness of the Canyonlands.
A bunch of friends and I took a couple of days off last week to go road tripping and spend the 4th of July in Utah.
The reaction I am used to by now when I tell people this: *blank stare* "Utah? Why the hell Utah?"
Most people's impression of Utah is a big, red (in politics and landscape) desert full of pious Mormons. Why would you spend two days of your oh-so-precious vacation time in such a place? I had the same impression till the first time I visited Utah about a month ago, when I went to Zion National Park and found out just how incredibly beautiful this state is. That single weekend was enough to make me fall head over heels for the place and want to come back again for more exploring.
Day 0: The journey begins
We set off from Seattle on Tuesday afternoon, the seven of us crammed into two cars with all our paraphernalia, but in high spirits nonetheless. It was a pretty tiring 7 or 8 hour drive to our stop for the night - Boise, the capital city of Idaho. By the time we got there it was well past 1am. I think Kosta and Sean were just glad to get to Boise in one piece - the last time they attempted this drive as interns a couple of years ago, they ended up stuck in Somewhere, Oregon in the middle of the night with a melted car.
Day 1: Boise/Salt Lake City
We spent a couple of hours the next morning exploring the city centre of Boise. It was nice enough, with rustic buildings (most seemed to be faux-rustic), a memorial park by the river, and the state capitol. I swear these American capitol buildings come out of a DIY-kit or something. I've seen 4 and they've all looked exactly the same.
We then set off for Salt Lake City, the capital of Utah and the world headquarters of the Mormon church. The first thing you notice when you drive into SLC is the ring of mountains that surrounds it, and the first thing you notice when you walk the streets is the cleanliness. For a medium-sized city, it's unnaturally clean. And quiet - almost to the point of being dead. We actually walked by what looked like an abandoned police station.
The centrepiece of Salt Lake City is Temple Square, a huge green leafy area that (among other things) contains the Salt Lake Temple (the largest and most important Mormon temple in the world), the Tabernacle church/auditorium, the Mormon office tower and two visitors' centres. We did a tour of the square and got a good look at everything bar the temple, which you have to be a baptised Mormon to enter. After dinner at what seemed like the only restaurant open in the entire city, we plomped ourselves down in a nearby park to watch the 4th of July fireworks, sing the bits of "the Star Spangled Banner" that we knew, and listen to Jon amuse himself with statements such as "Stay the course", "Support our troops" and "Mission accomplished".
Day 2: The road to Moab
And then there were 6. Sam stayed behind in SLC, while the rest of us drove on further south towards Moab, the main outpost town for Arches and Canyonlands National Parks. We had a campsite booked in the Manti Lasal national forest, high in the mountains east of Moab. The road up to the campsite provided plenty of excitement. The views were great, first winding along the Colorado river and surrounded by towering cliffs, then later climbing higher into the mountains and providing an amazing view of Castle Valley below.
About halfway along the road to the campsite, we came across a band of about 6 horses blocking our path. We spent half an hour just trying to coax them out of the way with food, water and so on. I kept getting scared that Spaghets was going to get kicked. Once we finally got past them we drove further along another five minutes only to come across another roadblock, bovine this time. Luckily, cows are not horses and moved out of the way with very little effort on our part.
Our campsite at Lake Warner was really nice. We were right next a grassy meadow which led on to a small lake (not swimmable, but pleasant nonetheless). Deer and songbirds were rife. We set up camp and ate like kings thanks to my camping stove - three cheese tortellini, yum. Spaghetti started a camp fire and we sat around drinking some beers and singing. I was most impressed with Jon's ability to sing the whole of Bohemian Rhapsody - all parts - without missing a beat. I think this is where Jon and Kosta's obsession with the 80's Journey song "Don't Stop Believing" also arose. To the others' mortification this became the de facto theme song of our trip.
Oh, just a side note, the pit restroom at the campsite was ridiculously clean and sweet-smelling. They must have had about four Glade Plug-ins there - I guess those campground hosts didn't have much else to do for a month in the middle of nowhere. Anyway, it was a pleasure to pee in there.
That's all for now - days 3, 4 and 5 in my next post. My full trip album is here.
The first sunny long weekend of the year in the US is Memorial Day (roughly equivalent to Anzac Day, I believe). For music lovers in Seattle, the Memorial Day weekend means Sasquatch - an annual outdoor music festival held at the Gorge, a natural amphitheatre about two hours' drive from Seattle that's a popular concert venue during spring and summer.
The two-hour drive to the gorge is pretty cool. Along the way you get to see the contrast in landscape between western and eastern Washington. Seattle is in a sort of huge protective valley between the Olympics to the west and the Cascades to the east, so for the initial stretch the scenery is lush and green and mountainous and the weather is overcast. Once you get past the Cascades though, things change quickly. Eastern Washington is flat and dry, clear and sunny, and you can see for miles and miles to all sides - what Americans would call "big sky country".
Next door to the concert venue itself is a huge campground which fills right up for big concerts and festivals like Sasquatch, when people flock to the Gorge from all over Washington, and even from neighbouring states and across the border. The atmosphere is pretty festive. We set up our tents between the two cars (Justin decided to mark our territory with garden gnomes and pinwheels), tapped the keg, and chilled out for a couple of hours.
We headed to the amphitheatre around noon, by which time it was already very hot. We were going through that water like... water. There were three stages, the bands we ended up seeing were:
- good, but not particularly memorable
We headed back to the campsite buggered and very tanned around midnight. Maggi noodles have rarely tasted so good.
Woke up pretty early the next morning, not because I felt I'd had enough sleep, but because it was boiling hot inside the tent, and it was such a beautiful morning it would have been a waste to be inside. I went for a bit of a walk, had a bite, and made hot dogs for everyone when they woke up (cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast). Then we tried to make more of a dent in the keg.
The acts we saw on Sunday were:
- Stars of Track and Field - we liked their album, but they were pretty meh live. We ended up falling asleep in the sunshine and waking up about an hour later to find a completely different band on the stage.
- Patrick Wolf - after discovering him only recently thanks to Sam, I was REALLY hanging out to see him. He is quite the showman, very charismatic and played all sorts of instruments. It was a fun show, and because it was on a smaller stage and he doesn't seem to be big at all in the States (even on an indie scale), I got to be pretty close. This was probably the highlight of Sasquatch for me along with Arcade Fire.
- The Polyphonic Spree - this band was kind of crazy. They had about 20 people on stage, I could only describe it as a rock choir. It was cool.
- Tokyo Police Club - good, but not particularly memorable
So - I'd been warned by my friends that every year, the weather goes a little crazy in some way at Sasquatch. Last year it was hail. Apparently it really, really hurt. Well, this year it was wind. Fucking ridiculous wind. Imagine a strong wind. Then imagine a strong wind blowing k's and k's down a wind tunnel (ie. the gorge) right to where you are sitting. In a mini skirt. Bone-chilling stuff.
The wind was so strong that they had to stop the music on the mainstage for a few hours so they could take down all the suspended lights and speakers, which were swinging dangerously over the stage. We tried to tough it out in the gale for a few hours, even going hobo style and sheltering in cardboard boxes, but then it just got ridiculous - once we'd gotten over the novelty of the cardboard boxes (which lasted for a while, I must say), we weren't even enjoying ourselves. We ended up sleeping in the air conditioned Xbox lounge just to get some warmth, which was lame. Most of our crew decided to wait it out for Spoon, but Sean and I had already seen them at Bumbershoot last year, so we passed and headed back to the campsite.
We came back to a disaster zone. Unsecured belongings flying around, tents nearly flattened by the wind, bewildered-looking campers wandering around trying to get their dishevelled campsites back into order. It was not looking good. One of our tents (which I'd borrowed from Jordan) was practically flat to the ground, and we spent about 45 finger-numbing minutes trying to rescue it. We finally gave up and made an executive decision that we would pack everything up, and drive home as soon as the others got back. It was just not going to be a fun night to camp out. It was only when we took down Jordan's tent that we realised the strength of the wind had ripped through the groundsheet and splintered one of the fibreglass poles! I'd never seen anything like it before.
So my inaugural Sasquatch weekend was cut short by one night, but it was still quite the adventure! I'll definitely be back next year.
Once again, I have been called out for being lazy with updating this blog. My apologies :(
Apart from work, music and the usual small pleasures of everyday life, much of my energy recently has been going into training for the Rhody Run, an annual 12k running race held in Port Townsend, a small town on the Olympic Peninsula (around 2 hours' drive from Seattle). The race was on Sunday, and it was my first fun run since early high school (shocking!) so I was pretty excited. Here are some pics from the race, and from time spent exploring the beauty of the Peninsula beforehand:
I finished in 77 minutes, which I was very happy with because I was aiming to finish in around an hour and 20 minutes. I also have to say it was very satisfying blazing past a lot of skinny girls whose bodies usually make me feel jealous and inadequate - for once that day I actually felt good about being a stronger and more ahem, solid girl. And here's an interesting statistic: the overall winner of the race, a 35 year old guy from Seattle, finished in almost exactly half the time I did - 38:59. Meaning he basically ran seven and a half consecutive 5-minute miles. Amazing!
Training for this race has obviously helped my fitness a lot, because at boot camp (the twice-weekly outdoor fitness session I attend at my gym) on Wednesday, I did my bi-monthly testing and shaved a minute and a half off the two-mile run time I clocked two months ago. My cardiovascular fitness has also improved noticeably, I can run a lot of miles and only feel out of breath for a few minutes afterwards. Very satisfying.
The weather is great now, and it just feels like the natural thing to do to be outdoors and active. I run outdoors three days a week before work and then usually do a hike or some other fun activity on the weekend. I think this is the way it's going to be while I'm living in Seattle - a ball of hyperactivity in summer, and an atrocious bum in winter (apart from skiing).
I'm starting to understand why so many animals hibernate for the winter though - it's just so rainy and cold...and LONG. It would be alright if you could ski the whole time, but there are these ghastly limbo periods in October, April and May where the weather is still shithouse but all the ski slopes have turned to slush. There have been times over the last few months when the longing to lie on a beach or even see some blue sky and sunshine has been almost physical. It's hard to believe now how much I took for granted being able to be outdoors all year round when I lived in Sydney. When I think of that plus all the bummy vacation time I had as a student I want to kick my former self very very hard.
Self-flagellation aside, it was Nabeel's birthday yesterday, and we decided to surprise him with a trip to Agua Verde, a restaurant in Portage Bay with the dining facilities on the upper floor and a paddle club on the lower floor. We hired kayaks and paddled into Lake Union, which has a fabulous view of the Seattle skyline and the whole downtown area. We turned around just after Gasworks Park and got to see the sun set over the lake on the way back. It was an amazing evening.
(Photos courtesy of Aparna)
This weekend is a long weekend, I am hitting up the Sasquatch Music Festival in Eastern Washington with the Waterloo mafia. Should be an absolute blast, I have my fingers and toes crossed that the weather holds up.
I hope everyone had a good Christmas.
Alec and I didn't end up going to California - it was just an unfeasible distance for one person to drive in such a short time. Instead we decided to head up to Vancouver for a couple of days. We stayed at Al's uncle and aunt's place, a stone's throw from downtown. The weather was atrocious, so after a little shopping downtown - I am now obsessed with Roots - we hung out at home with Alec's cousin Roger and his girlfriend Rina, who proved to be all-round champions and even cooked us an amazing dinner. In the final hours of Christmas eve we headed off to midnight mass at Roger's church, St Augustine's. It was quite a nice service, and I surprised myself by remembering the obscure 2nd, 3rd, 4th, etc. verses of Christmas carols that I barely even remember learning - obviously something from 11 years at a Uniting Church school stuck. The power of the subconscious mind, huh.
We spent a lot of the next day helping to make Christmas dinner. Alec's family was having 25 people over for the night, so they really put out a spread - 2 turkeys, some other sort of roast meat, vegies, and all sorts of bikkies and candy and other goodies. I learned how to make stuffing: one of the great mysteries of life finally solved. I headed home on a Greyhound that night; Alec stayed an extra day or two with his rellos.
On Boxing Day Radhika had organised a formal potluck dinner at her house. According to the invite all the girls had to wear dresses and the guys had to wear a collared shirt and tie, which unsurprisingly had the more smartass guys in our group asking whether they could come along without trousers on. I managed to get a nice LBD at the Boxing Day sales for $50, discounted from $200. Gotta love a bargain. When I got home I cooked up a storm and made rosemary lamb pie, rocket and haloumi salad, and strawberry lemonade. Everyone turned up looking absolutely stunning and carrying yummy food - it was a good night. I'll have to post up photos here once I have them from my friends.
The disappointing news of this week was that our ski trip to Schweitzer got cancelled due to last minute dropouts. I was extremely bummed out - I was really, really hanging out for this trip. It would have been great to celebrate new year's in some obscure mountain chalet in the middle of Idaho - no, seriously. Oh well, skiing day trips and new year's eve plans are being cemented as I write this, so I don't believe the weekend will be a complete writeoff.
In other news, I was wasting time on the internet the other day (as one does) and came across this:
They are making a movie of one of my absolute favourite books as a kid. I absolutely adored this book. I sat down and read it in one day when I was ten and then many times over after that. It was the first book that ever made me cry. But I'm sorry to say that, just judging by the trailer, the movie looks terrible. They've turned it into a Lord of the Rings movie! I'm hoping they just decided to put in the most sensational parts of the movie into the trailer to attract attention, and that the book hasn't been transmogrified into some scifi/adventure flick. If they do what they did to Dinotopia, I will be ropable, mate.
