It is also raining.  And hasn’t stopped for long since we arrived.  Oh well, can’t control that.  After settling in, we went to a little creek and attempted to catch some fish.  I caught two, but they were too little to hang on to.  Robin had a little better luck.  More fun was that I got completely soaked, as I didn’t quite bring the right clothes to be out in the rain.  Again, not a problem.  Clothes and people dry out.

Friday morning we ventured out on a hike, the rain almost stopping for a little while.  We took some photos along the way, discovering that the snowmobile trail we wanted to follow was a bit too water-logged.  On the way back we found a different trail, and got off the road a bit.  After some lunch and a nap, the rain returned with much gusto.  So we just sat back, relaxed some more, and got to take a longer nap.  Aw, darn.

Tomorrow it is back to Sala, where we hope to do some night photography.  Both of us are happy to have an excuse to set aside other things for once and get the cameras out.  Usually it’s the other way around.

I get in a few last minute texts to the guys as the train arrives.  (I hope you two had a good day.  I did miss our morning radiator time!) I am happy to be in a sleeper, as the coaches are full with many more boarding in Toledo.  The excitement of being on board takes me through to Port Clinton where I finally lay down and get some sleep.  Sleeping on the train, even in a sleeper room, is still not always super restful.  I woke up several times, but again managed to completely miss Cleveland.  Darn.

Somehow, I wake up just as we enter Pittsburgh.  Perfect timing!  I enjoy the scene of the incline railroad, hills, rivers, and bridges as we cross the river into the train station.  Every time in come into this station, I will think of the memories of a previous visit with Rollie on the way home from Philadelphia.  We did a lot of walking that night!  The sun is beginning to rise as we pull out of town, but I am quickly asleep again.

It is a pleasure to wake up in the mountains (well, these are really just big hills in the east!) when on the train.  The tracks generally follow a river and the Capitol Limited route is no exception.  The river is flowing westward and the vistas are white with a dusting of snow.  There is a calmness to it all.  An element of serenity that I do not find anywhere else.  No better way to enjoy my french toast in the dining car.

The rivers reverse direction as we pass through the tunnel underneath the Eastern Continental Divide.  After the tunnel, we follow a small stream flowing eastward with the train.  It is peaceful, relaxing, and I can picture myself living in such an environ.  The stream turns into a larger river, white water flowing around the rocks with force and recklessness.

This is the way to start a day.  We’re running about 45 minutes late, but that is not of any concern.  My friends are due in Washington, DC, much later than I, so I will enjoy my bonus minutes of train time.  We’re in Cumberland, MD, now.  Time to take a fresh air break.

All Aboard!

It has been quite a year for me.  Just over a year ago, I found out that I would be a recipient of my school’s Dream Odyssey award, a stipend given to faculty/staff in order to help them live a dream.  It was my dream to travel around the country by train, visiting the national park made famous by the Great Northern Railroad–Glacier National Park.  In June, right after graduation ceremonies, I boarded Amtrak in Toledo and traveled for just over two weeks.  It was fantastic.  I met so many wonderful people, rode the street cars in New Orleans, sat in the Pacific Parlour car enjoying the view of the ocean railside, and spent five nights in a cabin in the woods of Glacier Park.  I got my own private guided hike in the mountains, and participated in a bear jam along the road in Alberta.  In every way, it was a dream come true.  And now I’m ready to do it all over again.

The view from our front window in Colorado

With my friends Scott, Amy & Paul, we revived our tradition of traveling to the NCAA Frozen Four–the college hockey semi and final games.  Much to our delight, our Michigan Wolverines joined us in Denver, but unfortunately lost in the semifinals.  We were traveling to the mountains, there was no way we would be staying just for a weekend.  Scott and Amy found a house in the foothills, and we enjoyed privacy, cloud & snow filled morning sunrises, and even a day of skiing in Breckenridge.  I got to spend a bonus day with Nick, Jill, Jeff & Ilze, and even got to ride the train home.  Another week to remember.

August brought about the return of the school year, but this year I was delighted to learn that I would be an advisor–a mentor and guide for our high school students.  I have thoroughly enjoyed getting to know my six freshmen advisees, and they have made this school year so much more fun to be a part of.  Thank you Dixon, Genna, Jared, Jonathan, Mickey, and Wesley.

October 1st now holds a special day in our family.  Ruby Grace, my brother and sister’s second daughter, joined us in this world, much to the delight of sister Mary (now 4).  Welcome!  I can’t wait to watch the years ahead with these two wonderful girls.  But I’m still not yet used to visiting the Barbie aisle in ToysR’Us.

MV Action Photo

November was a very special month for me this year.  It was time for MV Action Photography, a Winterim course that myself and Robin Norlén co-taught.  Robin was an exchange student at school a few years ago, and he and I hatched this idea to teach a month-long photography course.  We had 12 suckers students, sign up and off we went.  Lots of photo opportunities, a trip to New York City, and many, many inside jokes later, it was a month that I will never forget.  The students are wonderful photographers, and I expect to see their work on display in the future.  Especially delightful was working with Robin all month long.  I foresee a trip to Robin’s home Sweden in the coming year(s).

Outrigger Canoeing in the Ocean

But the excitement of tbe year wasn’t done yet.  A trip to Maui was on hand during the first weekend of December, for my cousin Ryan’s wedding.  What an incredible experience!  Staying on luxurious Wailea Beach, but more importantly, spending many moments with my mom and dad, Aunt Lynn, Uncle Bruce and cousins Devon and Ryan.  And several more new friends.  It was a wonderous weekend, magical and inspiring.

We never quite know what the days ahead will bring.  But I can look back and know that I am truly blessed.  A wonderful family, great friends, awesome advisees, and much fun ahead to be had.  Bring on twenty-oh-nine!

Peace! and Merry Christmas & Happy New Year!

The groom, Ryan, with my mother

I’m a little slow with this blog update, sorry.  On December 6, my cousin, Ryan, got married to the lovely Ashley in a beautiful ceremony overlooking the Pacific Ocean from Maui.  It was my first visit to the islands, and the timing couldn’t have been better.  I was fresh off of teaching a photography course and didn’t want to get back into the regular schedule very much.  I enjoyed, way too much, my opportunity to work with the students in my course.

So I began the process of “hurry up and wait.”  I drove to the Detroit airport and hurried to the line to check by bag.  Then hurried from there only to wait at the security checkpoint.  Then down the hall to wait at the gate.  Hurry up and get in line to board, only to wait in the jetway for those in front of you to find their seats and load their bags.  Then the ultimate wait, sitting in a airplane seat for 6 hours getting to Seattle.  And waiting only to repeat the process in order to get to Maui.  Oh, these things do make me long for the train.

Finally, I made it to Maui.  It lives up to its promise.  Weather, beautiful.  Beaches, soft and sunny.  Ocean, clear, blue and glorious.  I could get used to this.  Daily, I walked along the ocean-front path, a 3-mile roundtrip powerwalk to get the day going.  Then would sit along the beach, read, and just relax.  Not bad.  Our rooms and the wedding were at the Four Seasons Resort in the Wailea area of the island.  We ventured to Lahaina for dinner one night, but spent much of our time not far from the resort.

Myself, Uncle Bruce, Dad and Mom

We did venture out in the resort’s outrigger canoe, a fun experience punctuated by seeing spinner dolphins, a site not often seen this close to shore.  Humpback whales were also spotted, both from beachside and from our whale-watching trip Saturday morning.

Despite the long trip home, glorious memories reside from this wonderful trip.  Mostly from getting to spend a lot of time with my extended family, time that I wouldn’t trade for another few days in paradise.

While walking towards the Museum Campus, I passed Grant Park.  Found my own piece of history to record:

Grant Park

Close Up - "Witnessing Change"

Millennium Park was my favorite destination of the day. In the amphitheater, they were playing an artistic interpretation of sounds from a train station. It was one of those things that show I’m not sure about some kinds of art. I just didn’t get it. That said, I did do something that everyone who visits Chicago does, and that’s taking photos of the “bean” sculpture (officially, the “Cloud Gate“):

Cloud Gate

At Night

I hiked up Michigan Avenue, found the Apple Store and decided that I really do want a new MacBook. All I can do is want, for now, though. At 8:00 PM, I ventured back to Union Station and boarded the Lake Shore Limited and enjoyed an excellent conversation at the sleeping-car reception before we left town.  Make it back to Toledo a bit early, at about 3:15 AM.   A few other photos from around Chicago:

More photos are on my Flickr page.

The Canadian Pacific railroad line the Builder uses through Wisconsin opened the day before we arrived, so were the first or second eastbound Builder that traversed the normal line through to Chicago.  Long story short, we arrived into Chicago at 9:55 PM.  My train to Toledo left at 7:00 PM, so I (and several other passengers) made a mad dash for the Lake Shore Limited, which left at 10:00 PM.  The great crew on the LSL found me a sleeper cabin on the train and I settled in for the quick journey to Toledo.

Yeah, right. Storms through the area caused a “flash flood warning” and a speed restriction on the line.  Turns out, the Capitol Limited (the train I was supposed to be on) was held up for quite some time.  We nearly caught up to it and both trains came into Toledo near 4:00 AM.  I’ve since found out that a large fire near Elyria (Cleveland) has caused further significant delays to the eastbound and westbound LSLs and Capitols.  Glad I’m not on those!  Once home, I promptly fell asleep and am now trying to get back into the right time zone and sleep schedule.

I will get the rest of the photos and some other items during the weekend.  Thanks to all for following along and your comments!  I had an incredibly awesome trip, and while I was really ready to get home, now that I am here I am ready to go out on the rails again.

This has been a fun few days, exploring Glacier National Park.  The park has wonderful programming available, free, for anyone interested.  Every night, at our campground, there is a “campfire” presentation (there is no campfire, unfortunately) on a different topic.  This is repeated at most campgrounds and hotels inside the park.  They have minivans parked in campground lots with scopes and binoculars, “Wildlife Watching.”  You can step on up and peak through the telescopes.

And then, much to my delight, I discovered the Ranger-led day hikes.  Hiking alone is discouraged (remember, this is Grizzly country).  Right from my campground is a daily hike to Iceberg Lake.  So I joined in, hiking up the path with a Wisconsin Badger (I’ll forgive her) Park Ranger called Monica and a group containing myself, another Ohioan, and a family from Jackson, Michigan.  Long way to go to hike with your neighbors.  We stopped a few times along the way to learn about the geology or the biology or some other ‘ology.  Iceberg Lake, right now, is frozen solid and the last 3/4 mile was over snowpack.  It’s interesting walking atop four feet or more of snow.   In late June.  Nearly July.

On Sunday morning I ventured down to the Two Medicine Lake for a ranger-led hike to No Name Lake.  Alas, I was the only hiker to show up, so I got a “private” ranger hike.  “My” ranger, Leisel, and I had a wonderful time riding the boat across the lake, then hiking up about 850 feet (over two miles) to No Name Lake, and then detouring by Twin Falls on the way back down.  We talked more geology and biology, identified calling birds, and found alternate creek crossings as all of the creeks and rivers around here are really flowing.  It’s late for the spring flowers, but since the snow stuck around for so long, they were in full bloom along the trail.  It is truly impossible to put it all into words; you really need to come out here to see it for yourself.

It really snowed this spring out here in Glacier.  During the first week in June, they received three new feet of snow up top at Logan Pass.  Normally, by now, the famous Going To The Sun Road is open and you could drive across the continental divide separating East and West Glacier.  But not this year.  It has snowed so much and for so long that the road is still not open.  The rivers are high and the high country is still very unaccessible.  On the plus side, all of the waterfalls are just roaring.  It’s a sight to behold.

This is a fascinating park – different in many ways from the mountain park that I am most familiar, Rocky Mountain National Park.  The Great Northern Railroad helped set up the park, and much of what they did can still be seen today.  Before roads, the Great Northern was bringing people to Glacier, where they would typically spend a month or more.  Dropped off at the railroad depots in East or West Glacier, visitors could stay in lodges near the stations.  Then they would take day-long rides to the next chalet, going as deep into the park as they wanted.  But all of the buildings were, and still are, about one day’s ride from the next.  Some items have been modernized, others are just they were.  Roads added, “motor inns” built, but the heart of the lodges and the chalets remain.

While it is all certainly very commercial, these days, it’s not anywhere as commercial as I expected.  I guess that I am used to having Estes Park, the entrance to Rocky Mountain National Park.  A tourist mecca, with all of the tourist shops.  Not here.  The entrance areas have one or two stores (grocery, gifts and more), a few hotels, and that’s it.  Not a single fast food restaurant.  Not a Starbucks.  None.  Zip.  And once I figured that out, I love it.  Just watch out for the cattle on the road.

And now, it’s back onto the Empire Builder for the ride home.  All Aboard!

Here’s the Murphy’s Law of traveling Amtrak.  Whenever some of the best scenery goes by, you will be in the dining car.  Which, I guess isn’t really all that surprising because it seems like you’re in the dining car most of the trip.  Train travel, especially with sleeper reservations (and the included meals) doesn’t mix well with the lose-weight-now diet.  Lots of food, lots of sitting around.

I’ve been trying to figure out how to describe the trip up the northern Cascades out of Seattle.  I still can’t.  It compares with the trip into the Rockies out of Denver as the most scenic and inspiring experiences of my Amtrak travels.  And I, as you can guess from the above paragraph, saw it all from the Dining Car.  So, no pictures.  Not that the pictures would do it any justice.

I used to say “one” in the next sentence; here’s the updated version:  If you don’t do any other train travel in your lifetime, you should (must?) do at least one of these two:  1) the westbound California Zephyr out of Denver through to Sacramento (the Rockies and Sierra Nevadas); or 2) the eastbound Empire Builder from Seattle to East Glacier Park.  On the Builder, be sure to be viewing the north side of the train from Whitefish to Essex, and the south side from Essex to East Glacier Park.

Did you know it was a small world?  I’ve hiked and dined and talked with multiple people throughout this trip, and somewhere along the way there always seems to be an uncanny connection.  On the Builder, I ate breakfast with a couple from St. Paul, Indiana.  St. Paul, Indiana, is a town of less than 500 southeast of Indianapolis.  It is also the home of the Flat Rock YMCA Camp, which, for a while, my friend Arthur directed, and I spent much time at when I worked for the Indy YMCA.  They were absolutely flabbergasted to have met someone on the train, in the middle of Idaho, with a connection to St. Paul, Indiana.  Then, while hiking trails in Glacier Park, I got advice from one group of experienced park visitors, finding out during the conversation that one grew up in Toledo, OH.  She recognized my Maumee Valley t-shirt.  The park offers guided group hikes.  I joined in one the other day and hiked to Iceberg Lake with a fellow Ohioan and a family from Jackson, Michigan.  It’s a small world, after all.  It’s a small, small world (got that song stuck in your head, yet?).

As Glacier National Park is my “destination”, if I had any, on this trip, I was eager to get to the park.  After all, the glaciers are melting.  Many years ago, there were hundreds of glaciers in GNP.  The last time a study was done with a count, there were 25.  Now, they suspect that when they count this year there will be many less.  Climate change.  No matter what the cause, it is happening.  And Glacier National Park will likely soon be a park with an inappropriate name.

Now, let’s take a moment to discuss driving in Montana.  On curvy, two-lane mountain roads.  Where the speed limit is 70 MPH.  Oh yeah, at night it’s only 65.  And don’t veer right, that’s a sheer cliff over there, buddy.  It’s scary enough doing it by yourself, but then add other cars and motorcycles coming at you and from behind going multiple MPH faster that you.  It’s dangerous at times-just two days ago two motorcyclists instantly killed themselves (in two different accidents, within 15 miles and 4 hours of each other) by crossing the double yellow line and ramming into a car going the other way.

Did I mention the obstacles?  There are those, too.  I had to use the sudden breaking maneuver to dodge a herd of cattle and, then, around the next bend, a herd of horses, who had decided to use the road for passage and grazing that morning.  Yes, horses.  While driving into the park the other night, the obstacle-of-the-day was big horn sheep.  You see, they (apparently) don’t use fences here in Montana.

I’m trying to catch up with some writing and posting here.  Next time, some tales of exploring Glacier National Park.  I’m getting a few pictures posted while I am waiting on Amtrak.  There will likely be more uploaded after I am home.

No, you’ll not find a morning TV show with a bunch of talking heads all talking at the same time here.  Right title, wrong Internet.  I ventured outside the hostel this morning and caught a bus to Discovery Park, a large city park in northern Seattle.  Awesome views and a nice hiking trail were promised.  And delivered.

Discovery Park was and is Fort Lawton, but much of the Army Reserve base has been turned over to the city and turned into a recreation area.  Reminded me a lot of Fort Harrison outside Indianapolis.  With steeper hills.  And a better view.  Sorry, Indy.  You ain’t got an ocean.  I walked the loop trail and down from the bluffs to the beach and lighthouse.  Fabulous.  The bluffs provided magnificent views, both from the top and when down below on the beach.  A local pointed out where there are usually eagles, but we zoomed in with the camera lens and were disappointed not to see any.

I hiked back up through a narrow trail called the “Hidden Valley Trail” and to the other entrance of the park in order to catch another bus back to town.  I’ve known for a long time that I am just not a city person.  I enjoyed this morning, away from the hustle and bustle of city life, far more than all of the moments I spent in New Orleans & LA.  All for simple $3 round-trip bus fare.  Not bad, not bad.

I still had quite a bit of time before I needed to be at the King Street Station for the Empire Builder, so I lunched at the Pike Place Market, and picked up some dried fruit to snack on while on the trails in Glacier.  I really wanted to pick up some of the fresh fruit, but didn’t.

Here I am now, sitting in the King Street Station.  This place really needs some help.  It’s a grand railroad station, but was ruined in the 1960’s with some “renovations” that added pseudo-walls and false ceilings (there are glorious 42′ ceilings about my head covered by an absolutely awful hanging ceiling.  There are plans for restoration, but the cart that is here explaining them is exactly the same as it was when we were here two years ago.  I did read recently that money may have been found to actually start the restoration.  Let’s hope so.  This place, as it is now, is really pretty disgraceful.

I’m on and off line.  The commuter “Sounder” rail has Wifi, so whenever one comes into the station, I can get online!  Just found out though that the Empire is delayed, will be sitting here for another hour.  Oh well.  Onto Glacier…eventually.  All Aboard!

I’ve enjoyed a nice night’s sleep in Seattle and am trying to figure out what to do with my luggage so that I can do some exploring around town before heading down to the train station for the 4:45 PM departure of the Empire Builder to Glacier Park.  For the first time in quite a while, I’m feeling a chill in the air (it’s been nearly 90 outside throughout my entire trip so far).  At 8:00 AM in Seattle, it’s in the mid-50’s with a high of 70 expected–a perfect day.  Compared to the south, where I’ve been for the past week, it’s so very nice to be away from the 90’s.

I think that I am off to ride the bus to Discovery Park and do some walking around.  Or perhaps simply across the street to the Pike Place Market.  There is one thing about train travel – you eat a lot and don’t move around much.  So it’s not the way to trim down.  I am excited to get out and about and get moving!

I’m posting some new photos from the Coast Starlight.  There are some shots of the coastline and many from further north in Oregon and Washington.  There are some shots of the mudslide zone in the Cascades, you can perhaps get some perspective as to how big & steep the slide zone was.