(Note: I retired this series after ten posts during our time in Chicago, and think I will do the same with this tenth Sedona post. It gets to be variations on a theme after 100 photos of the same spaces and places. You can click on any image above for a full-size view, or visit the links below to see what I’ve seen in prior months and years).
PRIOR ARTICLES IN THIS SERIES:
Fumbling Over 10,000 Words That Rhyme (Sedona #9)
10,000 Words On A Chair (Sedona #8)
The Night Has 10,000 Words (Sedona #7)
10,000 Words From The Exit Wound (Sedona #6)
What Are 10,000 Words For? (Sedona #5)
10,000 Words In A Cardboard Box (Sedona #4)
10,000 Words (Bless The Lord) (Sedona #3)
Brighter Than 10,000 Words (Sedona #2)
10,000 Words (Sedona #1)
Storm Force 10,000 Words (Chicago #10)
Ship Arriving Too Late To Save 10,000 Words (Chicago #9)
Beyond the Valley of 10,000 Words (Chicago #8)
Return to the Planet of 10,000 Words (Chicago #7)
Revenge of the Son of 10,000 Words (Chicago #6)
Son of Another 10,000 Words (Chicago #5)
Yet Another 10,000 Words (Chicago #4)
Another 10,000 Words (Chicago #3)
10,000 More Words (Chicago #2)
10,000 Words (Chicago)
Yet another installment in my recurring series, within which I share 15 things that have rocked my world over the past month or so. As always, I welcome your suggestions on things that I might have missed, but need to see, hear, watch, read, eat, play with, or experience!
We’re home again, home again from our three-week jaunt up into the Pacific Northwest. We flew into Santa Rosa, California, and from there our stops included:
- The Russian River Valley (We had visited it 30+ years ago, and it was as beautiful as I remembered it, though sadly parched looking in places due to drought)
- Mendocino County, California (I already posted some of my photos of that part of the trip here)
- Mount Shasta, California (It was sad to see how small a percentage of the historic glaciers remain on its south and west slopes; the north and east sides were a bit better)
- Portland, Oregon (Oregon was one of only three states that I’d not been in prior to this trip; I still have North Dakota and Alaska to complete the collection. Portland was one of only three of the 50 largest cities in the country that I’d not visited before; now I just need Fresno and San Jose, California)
- West Seattle, Washington (We never made it into Seattle proper, staying out on the West Seattle Peninsula, which feels more like an island these days with the bridge between that lovely neighborhood and the downtown area closed for repair, with heinous traffic on the alternate routes. We had a great visit with Marcia’s sister, her son, and his girlfriend while we were there. Bonus!)
- La Conner, Washington (A lovely little surprise of a town; we had been in the general area together also 30+ years ago, and I had been nearby for work in more recent years. Great restaurants and shops, easy access to Anacortes and Whidbey Island, and a beautiful coastal rental house. We spent time with another of Marcia’s sisters and her partner while there, both in La Conner and in their home of Bellingham, just to the north. Double bonus!)
We did tons of great hikes and spent most of our active time outdoors, though I did visit The Museum of Flight in Seattle while Marcia was working one morning, and it offered one of the finest plane and space collections I’ve ever seen. Worth the traffic, if you’re a flight nerd. I’ve loaded up my photo album at Flickr if of interest; you can click the photo of Marcia and I at Like Siskiyou with Mount Shasta in the background to see the collection. The final photo in the set is a tease for our next big outdoor expedition, taken from the plane on our way between Seattle and Phoenix. It should be a grand adventure . . .
We spent the first week of our West Coast adventure in (very) rural Mendocino County, California, at the fog-shrouded heart of that vast state’s “lost coast” region. It was hauntingly beautiful: verdant, wild, misty, and mysterious. We had some great meals (all the fish, get in my belly) at small regional eateries where rustic settings and high quality cuisine were not mutually exclusive, and we hiked memorable trails along cliff tops, through redwood groves, up fern gullies, and across wind-swept headland meadows. We’d visited the very Southern end of Mendo some 30 years ago, briefly, and it stuck in my memory as a place deserving a return trip. We finally got that done, and it was worth it. Yesterday, we headed north to Mount Shasta, awesome and amazing in its own right, though very different from the coastal region. We’ll be heading northward again tomorrow, eventually ending up in far Northern Washington, with a few stops for a few days along the way. If interested in what this first leg of the trip looked and felt like, I offer 10 snaps below. I’d suggest you listen to this song while you look at them. Onward!
This past Thursday marked the 32nd anniversary of Marcia’s and my wedding date. Time certainly flies when you’re having fun with your favorite person! After hunkering down hard through the Anno Virum, we decided to take an actual trip, and eat actual meals, in an actual hotel, with other actual people. Ye Gods! Remember how that used to work? After scouting out a variety of options, we decided to drive down to Tucson to stay for a few days of rest, relaxation and restoration at Canyon Ranch. (Plus one night at the Hilton Resort at El Conquistador). It was a lovely trip to a beautiful locale, a very nice getaway on all fronts. The accommodations were comfy and clean, the food was out of this world good (and quite healthy!), and the various services and treatments offered were delightful. We also squeezed in a couple of hikes nearby, and had a fair amount of down time hanging out around on the quiet and peaceful Canyon Ranch property. I spent most of that time reading and making friends with birds. As one does. If you’d like a peek at what things looked like down there, you can click on the photo of the happy couple (then and now) to go to my Tucson photo page. And if your travels bring you down Southern Arizona way, I’d heartily recommend pampering yourself at Canyon Ranch. Pro tip: you can get the cookies and the ice cream for dinner desert if you ask nicely!