Utah - Day 1

We left Boise yesterday around 1. It was a little later than we had planned, only because Jake had a weird allergic reaction to something at the creek and his eye was swollen shut, then we realized a phone had been lost at the creek, too, so this delayed us a bit. Brian and I finished up our half day of work and we hit the road as soon as we could. 

Nana had brought the kids each a huge bag full of candy and treats so we played the “can I have a treat yet?” game for most of the 6 hour drive to Sandy Utah. The drive was pretty interesting, though. Utah is a weird, weird place. And I can say that because both of my parents were raised there. We passed several pro-life billboards, followed by a munitions manufacturing plant, so there was that. Plus every small town we passed through had a huge mormon temple, even if the town itself appeared to only house 50 people. We rolled into Sandy about 630 and had time for dinner and a quick swim in the Hampton Inn pool before bed.

We left Sandy with the intention of driving to our next lodging location in Boulder, UT- halfway between Capitol Reef National Park and Bryce Canyon. We drove through some beautiful country and the kids were amazed by the red rocks and sheer red rock walls. We ended up having a picnic in Capitol Reef (I thought ahead and packed PB and Nutella and bread and had “borrowed” a plastic knife from the Hampton Inn at breakfast) then we took about a 3 mile round trip hike through some slot canyons.  It was really cool and the kids, although they got tired and worn out about 3/4 of the way through, loved climbing the rocks and had tons of questions about the geology which Brian answered much better than I was able. My scientific mind is not particularly in shape! 

The drive to our lodging took about an hour and having booked it online with very little information we were really happy to see that it was a unique lodge/ranch with several rooms (ours had two bedrooms and a bathroom with a deck which I am currently sitting on typing this), a teepee, and several private cabins. The kids have tons of places to roam and have already caught one large lizard using an empty 12 pack of Diet Coke. They named him Billy Bob. 

Brian and I got a beer and sat outside the common area while the boys played some catch on the big lawn and Faith made a puppy with blocks. Dinner at their organic restaurant was amazing. I had the best trout I’ve ever had and the kids had pancakes and root beer (protein? What’s that again?). We explored more after dinner, finding a couple beaver damns, lots of horses, and even more horse poop. Now the boys are playing a rousing game of Duck on a Rock while Faith is making an animal habitat out of an empty Capri Sun box. Love it. 

Headed to bed soon. Planning on a good hearty breakfast at the restaurant here before heading out to find some petroglyphs and view Escalante Grand Staircase. One more night here before we head to Bryce Canyon where we will hike and take a mule/horse ride down to the bottom. 

Chores

The kids graduated up in chores a few weeks ago. They all are responsible for "Hour of Power" on Sundays- an hour where they have to clean their room, clean the bathroom, and vacuum the upstairs and get their work approved by Brian (the harder to judge of the two of us). They have to do basic pick up in their rooms each morning (no dirty laundry on floor, blinds opened, lights off, toilet flushed). I'm in charge of checking this each day. They also have to put their laundry away weekly. For a long time Jake was on dog poop and recycling, Tanner fed the dog, and Faith wiped up his muddy footprints and fed the fish. Starting a few weeks ago Tanner graduated to dog poop because Jake graduated to lawn mowing. That means that Faith gets to feed the dog.

Tanner takes his new duty very seriously and spends a good amount of time searching for, picking up, and disposing of the poop. It's pretty cool to see him do his best at a job that could be considered by many to be pretty gross. Jake insists he likes mowing the lawn better than poop duty even though it takes him approximately 4x as long as picking up the poop ever did and the fact that the lawnmower is approximately twice his size. Faith feels important being in charge of feeding Jackson- and was very upset the two times she forgot to do so and found out the next day that Jackson was hungrily whining at the back door the evening before. She tends to complain more about wiping up the footprints and we jokingly call her "Cinderella" as she throws herself on the floor to spray the prints and wipe them up

Brian and I had two main goals this spring: get the yard done and the windows cleaned. Well, the yard is about 3/4 of the way finished but I don't see how we will get it done before summer arrives as we leave for Utah on Friday and then I leave for Chicago for 8 days the day after we get back from Utah, returning after the official beginning of summer. Oh well. As for the windows... we snuck those in today. OK, so we only got the back side of the house done. But they look so much better that I am now inspired to get the front windows done before we leave! It was actually pretty fun to do together and we followed it up with a trip to the pool so I can't complain too much.

I hope the kids are learning how to be part of a family and how to take care of basic home maintenance. Plus, I hope that they are learning that by working together things get done faster, leaving more time for the fun stuff. Maybe they even saw Brian spray me with the hose and us laughing together outside today and noticed that chores done have to be boring- like most of life, it's all in the attitude.

May 2014

As usual I was spoiled on Mother's Day. I slept late and read my book in the hammock and went out to coffee (twice) and went out for donuts and took the kids to the pool.  Brian had already given me my mothers day present the month before (a trip to Vegas for the BADASS Dash- more on that later). My favorite part of the day was opening the presents that the kids made in school and that I cherish every year. I know I don't have many more of these handmade and heartfelt gifts coming- they are getting so old that writing poems and painting pictures for me may get to be a thing of the past way too soon. I can't show the paintings easily, but here are the poems:

YOU (by Jake)
You are athletic and beautiful.
You wonder what I am doing when you're not looking.
You hear the dog barking at almost everything
You see the rambunctious children running.
You want a peaceful family.
You are athletic and beautiful.

You are athletic and beautiful.
You pretend you can't hear us when we don't say "please".
You feel happy when you see good report cards.
You touch the hearts of other people with your kind words.
You worry when I am out of the house.
You cry when you laugh too hard.
You are athletic and beautiful.

You are athletic and beautiful.
You understand when I am feeling sad.
You say "Say please".
You dream that tomorrow will be a better day.
You try to teach us three kids to be well behaved.
You  hope we will play our best.
You are athletic and beautiful.

- Jake

Marvelous
Artisitc
Respectful
Incredible
So nice
Athletic

-Tanner


Mom
Fun, Creative
I love you
Cooking, reading, hiking, shopping
You are an amazing mom
I love when you help me
I really enjoy when we bake cookies
Thank you for being the
Best mom ever

-Faith

Rare Peace and Quiet

No one is awake yet. It's Saturday morning and pouring rain outside and I'm going to do something I haven't done in awhile, write a blog. 

Life, mine especially, has been absorbed with baseball lately. Between running Jake to all his Majors practices and games, managing Tanners (FIRST PLACE!) AA Team through practices, games (we have four this week!) and clinics, and managing the Little League through our busiest months of the year, it's been a little nuts lately. 

We have taken some time to work in the yard, have a couple of family game and movie nights, have tried to get Faith to ride her bike and went and got them all weighed in and measured for Optimist Football/Cheerleading last night, but it's been baseball focused. 

There is Diamond Dust all over our house that get's dumped out from cleats and tennis shoes. A bottle of stain remover to get grass stains and french fry grease out of white baseball pants that lives on the counter. We've spent a small fortune on Eggo waffles as that is the choice for dinner on the way out the door to a game or practice and then as a pre-bedtime snack 4 hours later. We've gotten to be experts at keeping the cars packed with chairs/blankets/tarps/sweatshirts/water bottles/sunscreen. The door end of the garage has a huge pile of baseball gear that goes from garage to truck to field to truck back to garage several times a week. There are a couple of sweat-stained baseball hats that live on my desk that quickly get grabbed depending on which game or event I'm heading out to. 

Conversations revolve around schedule and logistics. Who needs to be where, when? Do we have a conflict? Are we home or away? Are you doing the field work before or after? Has X eaten? Are you guys stopping for food? Did you get any pictures? No? Me neither.

Sometimes, the baseball universe falls into place and we can all end up at the same place at the same time. We can watch a game together and spend some time with people who have become friends and our baseball family here. Faith can color and read while we watch the boys, struggle and compete. Win and lose. Succeed and fail. Where they learn how to be gracious winners and good losers. Where being a good team mate and keeping a positive attitude is the order of the night. Where Dad might take it a little bit too seriously. Where community explodes with a great hit or the catch of a line drive and groans when someone gets hit with a pitch or the ump misses a call. Where the best conversations happen in the parking lot on the way to the car. Where it's coordinating which dive you're going to for the post-game meal or whether it's home for Eggos and bedtime. Where we can talk and laugh with other parents who are living the same kind of life we are for awhile. 

It's baseball, and it's crazy, but it's the BEST. 

Alan Family Randomness

Life is all about baseball these days. In a good way (although Faith may disagree). But between Brian being on the board, Opening Day (which Brian was in charge of), and both boys playing 2-3 games/week, our evenings revolve around a bat and ball.  The weather has been amazing and warm and perfect for evenings spent at the ballpark. The parent group (especially on Tanner's team) is a lot of fun, and Faith and I are enjoying volunteering in the snack shack at Jake's games.  I love watching them play. Tanner likes to pitch and catch and Jake likes to pitch and play second base. They are both really good players and they love the game.

Last night, while Jake was at practice, Brian and I took Tanner and Faith on a long walk in the hills behind our house.  It was so beautiful and the kids had so much fun it made Brian and I both wonder why we don't do it more often. Our "backyard" here in Hidden Springs is the foothills and has tons of hiking trails right outside our door. I figure we need to toughen up Faith for the hiking we will be doing in Utah on our National Park Road Trip in June! Tanner ran ahead of us most of the time and Faith didn't complain once and in fact asked today if we could start going on more hikes. We're hitting 4 national parks in 9 days so I guess we'd better get going!

We had to make the sad decision to sell our boat last month. It's something we've been discussing on and off since last summer when we only managed to take it out for two days. The kids just never really took to skiing or wakeboarding or tubing, despite our best efforts. Brian was just a driver and didn't really have any desire to ski. So oftentimes it was only my 2 seven minute runs a year that we had. I guess my dream of reliving my childhood was sort of short lived... we owned it for five years. Not like our trusty old Evinrude of my youth.  Well, we decided to list it to see if we got any interest, then three days later when the Suburban broke down again (at 152,000 miles) we decided the time was right to get some money out of the boat and put it into a new (used) car.  Brian has been driving the Suburban for almost 9 years and he was dying for a truck. We found one I could approve of- a Ford F150 with 6 seats and lots of legroom for the kids. It only has 22000 miles and according to Brian has very cool rims (I guess that's kind of like me caring what my shoes look like?? I don't know. I never even really looked at rims before but I guess I can see the appeal if I look hard enough!).  While I know I will miss being out on the boat, I won't miss owning it. Hopefully we can still get a day out on the water each summer, either with friends or on family reunions or whatever.


I've gotten into Obstacle/Mud races this year. Last summer I did two local small races and last month I flew to Sacramento and met up with an old high school friend to run The Zombie Run. It was a 5K that had 20 obstacles (walls to climb, balance beams, mud pits, etc...) and you wore a belt with three flags. Zombies (well... people made up to look like zombies) chased you through the course and tried to grab your flags. If you were able to keep at least one flag by the end of the course you were considered a "survivor" and got a green medal. If you had no flags left you were considered to have been turned into an "undead" and  got a red medal. Pretty. Damn. Fun. It was a BLAST. Seriously. The only bummer part was on the last bit of the race there was a big mob of runners tryinig to get around a big mob of zombies and a guy tripped and fell in front of me and I tripped over him and fell, HARD, on my right knee. I don't think it's permanent damage, but it still hurts if I work it out the wrong way. Anyway... pretty sure Midlife Crisis #2 is coming in the form of obstacle races. (Midlife Crisis #1 was the mini Cooper I bought when Faith was a year old).  I am doing once called the BADASS DASH in Las Vegas in May, one in SLC in June, and one in Boise in August. 

Summer is shaping up to be lots of fun. Our Utah trip is in early June and we are meeting Lisa/John/Quincy/Jessa for a camping trip in Oregon in August. July has three camps- one for each kid- and my yearly trip to Pitt for work. We are hoping to get in a few short camping trips on the weekends and attend all our neighborhood outdoor concerts. We have tix to go see Matt Nathanson in June with Sheila and Wayne, and at least 2 mud runs for me.  There will be baseball  games to watch in June/July (both boys are playing Summer Ball) and football to watch in August (Jake on year 3 of tackle, Tanner on year 2 of flag, and Faith in her second year of cheerleading).  I think the kids will pretty much entertain themselves for most of the summer. Kind of like when I was sick in bed with strep throat during spring break last month and I let them have the run of the neighborhood for a few days. They had a lemonade stand and built a huge fort at the creek and went to the Merc to buy candy and ran around like feral animals. They built an RV out of a big old box my mom had and jumped on the trampoline for hours at a time.  It was so reminiscent of my childhood that it makes me smile just to think about it.  Of course, the reality of working full time from home while all three of them are here all summer is another story and I have no allusions that it will be easy!

March 2014

Spring is coming. The sun is starting to shine more and the cars no longer need to be parked in the garage.  Our weekends are starting to move from the basketball court to the baseball field. I am starting to be simultaneously terrified and excited by the prospect of summer vacation. The hills are getting green, the lawn is showing signs of life. The kids are asking to turn on the hose because "it's so hot out" (it was 58 yesterday!).  The clocks move forward tonight and spring break is right around the corner. Yep. Life is good.

But, there's been some tough Mom Moments lately.

Jake finished basketball season a few weeks ago. He made it onto his school's Tournament Team and was really excited. But he had to learn a few hard lessons when his three best friends made the starting team and he didn't. It was a rough couple of weeks as he dealt with the sting of that disappointment. He is a full head shorter than his friends and his stature is really starting to bother him. He knows that no matter how hard he plays and how much he tries, overcoming a height difference like that is next to impossible and that nearly broke his heart. Tough mom times watching him watch his team from the sidelines, knowing how badly he wanted to be on the court. Tough mom times, too, listening to him cry about how he wishes he were taller and how unfair it is that he is short.  

Summer plans are already being made. Tanner and his best friend, Gus, are going to Y Camp this July for 6 nights. Already I am wondering how I will be able to say goodbye at the camp and just leave him for that long. He is so excited to go to camp but I am not sure I am ready to let him go. Brian reminded me that we should be so happy that he is confident enough to head off on this adventure and be proud of him. And I am. But I am also sad that my little boy is ready for that big step. Letting go is hard. 

Friendship issues are also rearing their head. Faith wrote a note to her best friend the other day that said, "Dear Abby, you are my best friend but I don't like it when you say you are going to stop being my friend just because you don't get your way. Can you please change that? Love, Faith.  When asked about what was going on, she told me, "Abby likes to take my power. I don't want to give her my power".  Not sure where she's getting that from- maybe the American Girl doll book on friendship?? In any case, I'm proud of her for standing up for herself. We've seen this issue brewing for the last year or so and keep encouraging her to extend her circle of friends and not rely on this one girl so much.

Meanwhile Jake is having his own friend issues. Lately he has been feeling left out of his group. He notices that they aren't calling him or inviting him over as much. He feels like they are excluding him. Given my history of being bullied I find these issues so incredibly hard to deal with. I don't know when I should step in and when I just need to be a listening ear. It hurts my heart and I never know how much is his perception and how much is reality. 

Then there's the dating issue. Yes, dating. Jake has a huge crush on this girl in his class and is lobbying to ask her out on a date. No, I"m not kidding. Yes, he is only 10. Obviously this isn't an option but where do you draw the line? Can he invite this girl over for a "playdate"? What are the rules? And at what age DO you allow dating? 14? 15? I have no idea and to be honest I thought we had a few more years before we'd have to answer these questions.  He invited girls to his birthday party (including the one he likes) that that is tomorrow so we'll see how it goes. 

So, between watching them suffer disappointment to dealing with growing up issues like dating and  friendship issues, and letting my baby boy go away to summer camp.. there's been a few growing pains here in the Alan household. For all of us. 

Faith at 7

Faith has grown up so much in this last year. She has grown more confident and has put herself out there with cheerleading and most recently by joining the girls basketball team. She is an avid reader. She loves the library- especially the big one downtown- and Barnes and Noble is her own personal heaven. She loves girly things but also hangs tough with her brothers.  She bounces on the trampoline, does gymnastics, and plays basketball. She is funny and sweet and kind and smart as a whip. She lost her two front teeth this year and most of her bottom ones, too. She loves Frozen and can sing the entire song of "Let it Go" with all the right inflections and timing. She's a picky eater and can give attitude like a 13 year old when she wants to. She lives on peanut butter and nutella sandwiches. She has two boys in class that, in her words, "are fighting over her". She has a best friend and loves American Girl dolls and her new Furby. She loves all dogs and oohs and ahhs over kittens and puppies. She's my baby girl. She's my best surprise ever. And she's 7 now. Wow. Times flies.

Last Day

Turns out it wasn’t the camping tent and the great outdoors that was causing us to wake up around 530 each morning. We were in our room at Turtle Bay last night and we STILL were up before the birds.  So it must be the time difference. Speaking of the birds… I kind of missed them upon waking this morning. While we both enjoyed our time at the resort (Ahhh…. A warm shower!) it also made us appreciate our tent home and we were both looking forward to one more night there before heading back to Idaho Friday morning.

We had a very leisurely morning complete with a workout in an amazing workout facility there, breakfast overlooking the ocean, swimming, hot tubbing, and snorkeling in the bay.  We saw lots of cool, colorful fish. We had planned to go for a hike at nearby Wailua Falls after lunch but realized we’d have all our electronics with us since we’d pass it on the way back to Halewia, plus it turns out it cost 15.00 per person to enter the park, so we decided to head back to the beach instead.  After returning to camp and packing some stuff up, cleaning up, etc… we headed out to Haleiwa State Beach and sat in our chairs reading our books while the sun shone more brightly than it has all week. I think we both got hot for the first time since we arrived! We hung out by the water for a couple of hours then headed back into town to finish some shopping.

I saved my souvenir for last- a stop at the tattoo parlor on our way to dinner. I’ve wanted one each time we have gone away together (this is our third year) and hadn’t done it yet so we stopped in, asked if it was possible to get the tattoo right then, found out it was, so I went for it. Brian patiently waited outside while I listened to really bad 80’s music and had my right ankle tattooed by a man with a tattooed face. But I can’t judge a book by its cover because he was the nicest tattoo guy I’ve had yet (and this would be my fourth).  It’s a Polynesian style flower, all in black. It’s small and on the interior of my ankle so most people won’t even notice it there. To me it is a reminder of the importance of my marriage and a reminder of our trips together without any kids. So now I have one tattoo  that’s just for me (Real Live Woman), one that represents the kids (my first one on my wrist which has three flowers and a heart) and one to represent Brian and I. Maybe I’m done now???

Not sure.

We ended up back at the Sushi place for dinner.  There’s not many restaurants here- mostly there are food trucks and they all close by 6 so there’s not a ton of options. But this place was really good when we ate there a few nights ago so we went back and this time tried several different kinds of sushi. Yum.. Now we are back at the tent for our last night here. The alarm is set for 5AM. No texts from the airline yet letting us know the flight is delayed so we’re holding onto hope that we will depart on time at 9AM tomorrow morning as planned. I’m bummed I never got to see Melissa and ask her about her job filming Survivor… but maybe we will be back here someday with the kids.  This has been our favorite trip so far and we can definitely imagine coming back to visit the North Shore again in the not too distant future.

Here Comes The Sun

So we figured out the threshold where "glamping" becomes "camping", it's when the power goes out. because of the lack of sun over the last couple of days we had managed to use up what was left of the power stores in our tent. That meant a morning of brushing teeth with headlamps on, making coffee by flashlight and trying to get dressed by lantern. Not things we are above by any means, but usually when we are camping. The weather had kind of subsided after a pretty stormy night. Lots of tree limbs were down around our tent when we emerged in the early dawn (wearing headlamps). We drove into town to eat and power up. One of the things with going on vacation this time of year is that this is the Little Leagues busiest part of the season for me. So I have been having to stay connected and handle issues that have arisen and respond to emails etc. While eating and glomming onto wi-fi at the coffee shop, we saw the the Volcom Pipe Pros contest was on for today. So after breakfast we headed down. 

The Banzai Pipeline is a section of the North Shore across the road from an elementary school. All of the big surf-wear companies own houses on that stretch of beach and this is were the pro surfers come to surf. This week it was the setting for the 2014 Volcom Pipe Pros competition. Some of the best surfers in the world were here to surf in this contest. The contest ends tomorrow and due to weather they still had one day left to get in. Things were just getting started when we got there so we were able to park (before it got insane) and find a spot right next to the tower before the beach filled up. We plopped down on some towels as the sun started to find through the overcast. Our weather app was still telling us that it was going to rain all day, so we just wanted to see what we could see before the impending downpour chased up back to our (now powerless) tent. We sat and watched for easily a couple of hours. It was really, REALLY cool. There were surfers from all over the world riding 30 foot waves. There were several just hanging out on the beach with us watching the contest who would get up, go throw on heat jerseys and paddle out when it was their turn. It was really amazing to watch. We saw more than a couple of surfboard get broken in half by the pounding surf. 


Eventually, it was Kelly Slaters heat. The 11 time world champ is now 42 (and an AWESOME looking 42 - dude is in SHAPE). He proceeded to go out and put up the three highest runs of the entire competition, including a perfect 10! He got a huge round of applause when he came back out of the water. He ended up winning the whole thing. By that point, we figured we had seen everything worth seeing (it's not like we were going to see another perfect 10) and headed back into town. Marisa bought a tee-shirt after learning that all the money from the merc sales went directly to benefit the school across the road. 

We packed up for the beach, figuring to take advantage of the sun while it was out and headed out out towards the headlands where we hiked a couple of days before. The surf was so high on the North Shore that everyplace was red-flagged for swimming, but the headlands were more protected. So we swam for a bit and played in the waves. I even attempted surfing for a few minutes myself until I realized that I was going to have to head farther out than I was committed to to have any luck of getting up. Nope, I was going to stay inside the reef and just take it easy after watching the pros get pounded to crap by those waves. 

We had decided over breakfast to look into taking a night away from the tent while the solar panels re-charged, so we booked a room at Turtle Bay Resort for the night. Big room, air conditioning, restaurants that didn't have wheels, fitness center, pool, hot tub etc. So we headed back to the tent to pack up. On the way we stopped for ice cream at a new ice cream place and started talking to the owner. One of our Hosts, Melissa was doing film crew work on the Pipe Pros contest, so we new she was in that line of work. The ice cream lady let it slip that Melissa also worked on the file crew for the TV show Survivor and had just returned from three months away filming the new season. Well, Mom's Survivior geek-dom set in and she would NOT stop talking about it for the next....hell, she's still talking about it now....so we got out of there before Melissa got home from work and Mom accosted her for Jeff Probst's autograph or something. 

We came up to Turtle Bay, went swimming, sat in the hot tub, showered and had a great dinner. The electronics have all re-charged, we are going to watch a movie and read with lamps on. Tomorrow we're going to hang out here in the morning and then head back for one more night in the tent before we theoretically head back to Boise. I say theoretically because it has been snowing almost everyday and Thursday and Friday are supposed to be especially bad as far a snowfall goes. At this point we're hoping we can get back home before we have to be back at work.....

Sometimes There are no Alligators

It started raining at about 3PM yesterday and didn't let up until about 3PM today. We slept like rocks and awoke at around 530. I ventured out to the outdoor kitchen to boil some water but even Speckles and Blackie weren't up at that hour! 

We ate breakfast at the local coffee place where I had arguably the best breakfast pastry I have ever had. Yum. Found out that the Banzai Pipeline surf competition was on hold for the day so we made a quick change of plans. Pearl Harbor didn't have any reserved tickets left, so we decided to drive all the way down the coast to the windward side of the island and visit Kailua, a town I had almost decided to stay in before settling on our tent on the North Shore. 

The drive was beautiful- and very, very wet. The rain didn't let up and the puddles that we drove the jeep through proved it! We stopped a couple of times to check stuff out along the way and finally bought some clip on lights for our baseball caps to make reading easier at night in the tent. We ended up at Koalua Ranch around 1030AM where we found souvenirs for the kids (Score! We found exactly what we had been hoping to find).  They also had bumper stickers and other paraphernalia devoted to Lost fans. I settled with a sticker for our car top carrier and resisted the urge to buy the Dharma Initiative sweatshirt. 

We kept driving through one small Hawaiian town after another with amazing views of mountains on our right and ocean covers and beaches on our left until suddenly it became a scene out of Suburbia. Kailua, not the cute little small town I had thought it to be, was full of stores just like at home: Whole Foods, Starbucks, Pier 1 Imports, Macy's, GameStop, and more. It was still pouring rain and after wandering around trying to find a local place to eat at we quickly realized most of the local stuff was closed on Tuesdays (who knows why?), and we were drenched so we ended up finding refuge from the rain at the California Pizza Kitchen- OK... not exactly what we had in mind. I won't lie. I was a little bummed. Up to that point we hadn't spent more than 25.00 TOTAL on any one meal since we had arrived. CA PK blew that for us- and we both agreed it was the worst food we'd had on the trip so far!! Besides some very cool HUGE houses and what looked like a nice beach, I wouldn't recommend Kailua. After staying in our little piece of paradise in our tent, the mall-like atmosphere of Kailua just didn't cut it for us. We both left feeling really glad we are staying in the North Shore. 

We got back in the car and headed back up the coast with just a tiny bit of blue poking out in the sky and the rain letting up somewhat. We stopped at Turtle Bay and had a Mai Tai, then, seeing just a teensy bit more blue on the horizon I changed into my swim suit and took a nice swim at Turtle Bay before heading back to the tent to change, shower, and read on our porch for awhile. Still no sun, but at least it stopped raining for the time being!  Now we are heading out to dinner and an early bedtime. There is no nightlife here... but that works well for both of us as we never quite adjusted to the time zone and are happily snoozing by 830 or so each night :)

Lost on the North Shore

As we finally collapsed and went to bed at 730 pm last night, we were up before the birds this morning. Literally. I was awake in bed waiting to hear the rooster crow and the tropical birds to start making sound. I gave up waiting and went outside to the kitchen to boil water for my coffee. Sure enough… up walked the two chickens, Speckles and Blackie, to say good morning. An hour later found us back at the same place for breakfast (at least we tried two new things) and the same coffee shop as yesterday morning.  Brian caught up on Little League business while I read the local paper. We headed back to our tent and were ready for our hiking adventure by 830. 

Following the directions that Scott gave us  we headed the opposite direction from yesterday and “drove until the road stopped”.  Right before the road came to an end we spotted some YMCA cabins that looked exactly like the Dharma Initiative cabins from Lost. We commented on it and, because we were huge LOST fans back in the day, decided we’d stop on our way back to get a picture. Anyway, we got to the end of the road, got out and started walking along the coastline. It was beautiful in every direction. We scrambled through tide pools and across lava rock and miles of coral. There was mud and sand and rocks of all types… but no people. It was so quiet on the hike. In fact, until we reached the bird and seal sanctuary about 4.5 miles in we had only seen two other couples.  Along the way we spotted a few whales, a few seals, and lots of birds, crabs, and fish. 

On our way back into town we stopped to take pictures of the “dharma-like” camp and realized upon walking closer to the cabins that there was a picture of the Dharma logo outside one of the cabins. As we left the YMCA camp we saw a sign that said, “Welcome Lost Fans”.  Turns out that was where that portion of the show was filmed. I looked up other sites that were featured in the show and, funny enough, it turns out that we took pictures of a huge banyan tree the day before on our trip to the fruit beach that was also in Lost. Tomorrow we are heading up to a waterfall which, it turns out, was the waterfall where two of the characters kissed in season 5. So, our trip to Oahu has turned out to also be a hunt for Lost locations. Yes, we are total dorks.

We had lunch at another food truck and when we tried to go into the local bakery there was a filming crew there. Turns out that WAS LeAnn Rimes we saw sipping coffee on the outside deck.  We headed back to our tent just in time for a big rain storm. Not much beats being inside a water-safe tent for a luxurious afternoon nap with the sound of rain and local birds to lull you to sleep! Apparently Boise got a couple inches of snow last night so we won’t complain about some warm rain.

Tomorrow we are hoping to catch some of the surf competition. Maybe we’ll actually try somewhere new for breakfast… although we are both kind of liking our “morning routine” so we’ll see! Tonight we are heading back to town for dinner and dessert and hoping to find some book lights so we can more easily read in our tent at night. They have electricity but the lights are really dim and it’s very hard to see past 6:00.

So far we love it here. This alternative to resort vacations is definitely a viable one moving forward.

Hawaii by Tent

Marisa bought me a surprise vacation for my 45^th birthday, a trip to Oahu. We made a pact to not “return” to anyplace we had vacationed before in 2014. We wanted to get a break from the same old places (which are same old for a reason, we like them) and get some new experiences and geography under our belt. She even went so far as to fly in Mom and Auntie Sue (the children’s favorite babysitters) to watch them so we could go “kid-free”.

The place she booked was a off the grid “glamping” location. It’s a couple of large safari tents with solar power on a couple’s land. The place is totally off grid, even their house has no power etc. So we were ready to rough it. Marisa really took to the challenge of “no-repeats” as we had never taken a trip like this, so we were both prepared for an adventure.

After a bit of airline ridiculous-ness (our flight was delayed for 12 hours – but when aren’t they lately), we arrived in Oahu at 11:30 local time. It was raining and dark. We had been prepared for the former, knowing that the forecast was for 100% chance of rain for almost everyday of the trip, but were planning on showing up in bright daylight. So we had not really put a lot of stock in the hosts emailed directions saying, “GPS cannot find us” and giving us very detailed directions. So we set off from the Honolulu airport after midnight, in the pouring rain.  We quickly got out into the country and it was pitch black. Once we got off the highway into the “off the grid” neighborhood, it was even darker. We found ourselves driving four miles an hour, squinting through the windshield and pouring rain trying to determine if the house where we thought we had to turn was brown with a green roof or green with a brown roof. After a few detours and several stops to open gates leading to the property in question (flashlight in hand) we made it and found our tent. Seeing the location this morning in the light I’m pretty impressed that we made it.

It was 130 AM in Oahu and, as Marisa likes to point out, 430 in the morning Boise time. We slept for about four hours (both like rocks) and were up to bright sunshine this morning. As eating is pretty much my favorite thing to do on vacation, after the morning coffee/red bull, we headed out to find our way around and grab some breakfast. We ate a great breakfast, at what our hosts later told us is the best breakfast place in town and wandered around a little bit. After a little bit of “GPS Russian Roulette” trying to find the grocery store, we came back loaded with supplies for our “tent”.  Our original impulse was to nap (another of my favorite vacation past-times), but neither of us was able to sleep. I got up and went out for a run and Marisa walked up and around the neighborhood, meeting our hosts in the process and deciding that we need to buy “a little piece of land” in the area so we can build on it when we retire. Scott came down to our tent and gave us a really nice rundown on the island, town and the tent we’re staying in and sent us off looking for some new stuff to check out.

 

We went and found a fresh fruit stand across the street from the beach and got some coconut, papaya, and fried bananas. We walked thru the trees and out onto the most beautiful, deserted beach we had ever seen. We sat in the sand and ate some fruit. Afterwards we drove up to Turtle Bay resort got some drinks and watched about 10 minutes of the worst Super Bowl ever- the highlight of which was the Seinfeld commercial. Then we drove back into town and got Hula Dogs for dinner (SOOOO GOOOD). Now we are back at the tent, trying to stay awake until it’s time to go to bed.

Tomorrow I think we’re going to go for a hike and maybe swimming/surfing at a place Scott recommended. We also might go and watch the Banzai Pipeline Pro-Surfers tour surfing competition that is here for the next three days. We both really like Oahu so far, much more than Kauai or Maui (the benefits of the forced vacation rotation plan). We can’t realistically hope for as gorgeous weather as we had today, but even if it rains I can’t think of a better place to get wet.