Off the Map

2010: One Long Road Trip

2010-12-31T12:34:00.000-08:00

I went a few places this past year that you may not know about. Like the 2,045 mile road trip from Salem, Oregon, to southern California and back.

I discovered my favorite mission so far: Mission Nuestra Senora de Soledad. Tiny and inconspicuous, it was off the beaten path among farmland outside the community of Soledad.

I stopped in San Luis Obispo for three nights, and promptly fell in love with the area. I visited Cambria, Morro Bay, and drove past those famous, happy California cows grazing the hillsides below Hearst Castle.

From there, I enjoyed a brief stop in Santa Barbara. Of course, it meant another mission tour.

A walk on the beach. Some decent Indian food. And the admiring of a lot of tile in the city courthouse. Make sure you climb to the top of the bell tower for a fantastic panoramic view.

A few months later I found myself on a boat cruising around the Hawaiian islands with my parents. It was my first time to any of the islands, and a great way to get an overview of where I might want to return to.

In July, I was introduced to the Basque culture that surrounds Boise during Jaialdi.

In September, my sister met me in Hermosa Beach for a weekend of tart frozen yogurt, letterpress art, and bicycling along the beach.

There were also half a dozen road trips to eastern Idaho, two weekends in Salt Lake City, and a return visit to Portland after eight months away. A visit during which I never took a single picture. Hard to believe.

It's been a year of tremendous change for me personally and professionally. And I'm looking forward to what 2011 will bring!

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Summer is the Season of Handmade

2010-07-17T15:53:00.000-07:00

Mention the words "local" and "handmade" in the same sentence, and I'm likely to show up to whatever is happening. That was the case today when I learned earlier in the week about the supa summa craft market at the Flying M Coffeegarage in downtown Nampa.

Nampa, you say? Yes, let's go for a walk around downtown Nampa and see what we find. Did anyone else grow up with an 88 cent store in their town?

I saw this sign and immediately recalled the worn hardwood floors and the tinkling bell of the store that graced a corner of the small Oregon town I grew up in. Of course, the store longer exists, but it's still fun to see a vestige of days gone by.

Around the block, I stopped in to check out the wares on display at Urban Shed, a large consignment shop with contemporary and antique finds.

It's the building as much as the contents that will draw you in. Far in the back, I found a small glass dish to catch my keys and sunglasses when I step in the door at home.

Across the street, it was the handmade jewelry that attracted my attention at the Brass Razoo Boutique.

And once I was there, I was drawn in by the artful and clever displays of both furniture and clothing. By the time you reach the back of the store, you won't feel like you're in Nampa anymore, but a chic boutique that has recently garnered national attention.

I like the eclectic heartbeat that downtown Nampa has. I've seen traditional downtowns struggle in every area I've lived in, and it's encouraging to see this growing revival of boutiques. Sure, you can find both the hip and the ordinary, but more importantly, you can support local and handmade.

Some places to check out on your own walk around downtown Nampa:

Brass Razoo Boutique

115 13th Avenue South

Flying M Coffeegarage

1314 2nd Street South

Retro Connection

1305 2nd Street South

Urban Shed

120 13th Avenue South

The White Pine Boutique

1306 2nd Street South

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So...I moved to Idaho

2010-07-06T20:02:00.000-07:00

So, last month I moved to Idaho. Boise, to be exact. And I've been giving myself some time to adjust and do all the little things one must do when relocating and starting a new job.

A couple weeks ago, I finally went out to start exploring my new environs. I had seen the Boise Depot poised along the edge of the bench plateau on earlier trips to the area, and I wanted to get a closer look. I thought it might be an appropriate way to introduce you to my new city.

Completed in 1925, the Union Pacific Railroad Depot was a key element in the design of a grand boulevard into Boise. It anchors one end of the boulevard, while the state capitol building marks the opposite end.

I was particularly attracted to the Spanish Colonial architecture and red tile roof. It's not a style you see often in the Pacific Northwest. The surrounding grounds are beautifully landscaped, and the pond below the waterfall and rock grotto has the largest koi fish I have ever seen!

In some ways, the interior reminded me of being in the main hall on Ellis Island, although on a much smaller scale.

I've already been scouting out local events and nearby places to visit. And though I've spent a fair amount of time travelling through Idaho on my way to other places, the state itself is going to be full of new adventures for me.

One more time

2010-04-21T12:42:00.000-07:00

Before the craziness of moving is upon me...

One more walk around the neighborhood.

One more head pat for Zelda the bassett hound.

One more slice of chocolate buttermilk cake.

One more afternoon at Powell's.

One more drive to the coast.

I feel like this move is halfway between where I've been and where I'm going.

A Pit Stop

2010-02-22T22:27:00.000-08:00

I remember on family car trips we would stop at the Olive Pit when we were passing Corning, California. I haven't been on this stretch of road for (gulp) over 20 years. So when I started seeing the signs along the side of the road, I knew I had to pull over and see what they had to offer.

They've completely remodeled their shop, and now have a small cafe adjacent to their tasting bar and open shelves. You can peruse row after tidy row of glass jars with tantalizing and tasty offerings such as Blue Cheese Stuffed Spicy Olives and Cuban Pitted Olives.

Of course, I couldn't resist picking up a jar or two for myself. I settled on Deep South Cajun Pitted Olives and Lemon Citrus Olives. Mmm!

Poetry in Motion

2010-01-25T22:34:00.000-08:00

Every winter the Oregon coast is host to a unique event: Fisher Poets on the Edge. In the past, my work schedule hasn't allowed me to attend. But this year? I made a plan and escaped to Newport to see and hear what the fuss was about.

I had a little time before the main even on Saturday night, so I grabbed my camera and walked along the docks on Yaquina Bay.

This guy wanted his own space apart from the clan on the neighboring rocks:

That night it was standing room only at the Oregon Coast Aquarium as a lineup of fishermen (and one woman) recited tales and songs of their lives on the sea.

In measured meter and rhyming couplets, they had the crowd spellbound with their words. And in between sets, we were welcome to stroll through the exhibits.

I don't think one could ever tire of watching jellyfish.

By the river

2009-12-30T20:28:00.000-08:00

I always feel a bit more at home along the river. I grew up by it. I saw it every day. Crossed it to work, to play, and to worship. And now, when I have the chance to return, it continues to impart a sense of continuity and calm.

I've struggled to define a Thanksgiving tradition since returning to Oregon five years ago. I have childhood memories of watching stormy seas and walking deserted beaches. This year, I decided to spend some time in Astoria, a small town not too far from where I grew up.

I decided to try out a small cabin in a newly renovated hotel, and to explore downtown on foot with my camera.

My trip coincided with the beginning of the St. Lucia Festival of Lights, where the opening ceremony was being held at the local high school.

Naturally, I visited some old favorites, too: the Astor Column, the Astoria-Megler bridge, the Home Bakery.

I think, perhaps, I've found my new Thanksgiving tradition.

Oregon Outback: Where the... goats roam

2009-11-21T16:08:00.000-08:00

I took a little trip the other day for work and got to see the vastness of Lake County in a new way. We stayed overnight at the Lodge at Summer Lake, a simple bank of rooms popular with hunters and other travelers passing through.

In the morning we continued on to Paisley, where our meeting was being held. Paisley is apparently know for their annual mosquito festival, but I think they should be better known for the superb made-from-scratch cinnamon rolls that the Homestead Restaurant rolls out.

Before we left, I couldn't resist snapping a photo of the psychedelic butterfly wallpaper in the women's restroom at the restaurant. Where can I get some?

It's Harvest Time

2009-10-16T19:45:00.000-07:00

There are certain activities that just seem to evoke the right mood for the season. Today, that meant a drive through the autumn foliage in the Columbia River Gorge and a pit stop at the Hood River Harvest Fest.

My first stop was Vista House, which sits atop a windy bluff overlooking the Columbia River.

They've been busy renovating the exterior of the building, but it's the view of the windows from the interior that I like:

After a windy walk around the point, I meandered east along Highway 30 enjoying the easy pace and the brightly-hued leaves. At the bottom of the hill, I made a quick trip to the base of Multnomah Falls. It's a beautiful sight any time of year.

Further east along the old highway, I came across another destination point that I've been wanting to check out: the newly reopened Oneonta tunnel.

Originally opened in 1914, the tunnel was filled in with rock in 1948. In 2006, the excavation work began, and daylight was once again seen through the tunnel for the first time in 58 years. The tunnel officially reopened to pedestrian traffic in March 2009.

My final stop for the day was the Hood River Harvest Fest. Want to taste a Tokyo Rose apple or Shinseiki pear? This is the place to do it.

There's a nice array of food booths and northwest artisans showcasing their talents. I even managed to complete a fair amount of my holiday shopping as I browsed (and bought).

There's no question that I live in a beautiful state, and autumn is one of the best times of the year to enjoy it.

An Oregon Scenic Byway

2009-10-04T14:44:00.000-07:00

Earlier this week I drove a 52-mile stretch of road along Highway 7 between Baker City and Bates that I had never travelled before. That opportunity doesn't happen very often, so I had to take a photo to document it. East of the Cascade Mountains we had enjoyed blue skies and warm temps all weekend. It was perfect bicycling and rock climbing weather. As I descended from the summit of Santiam Pass, I was once again greeted by the wind and grey skies of the Willamette Valley below.

End of Summer

2009-09-10T18:05:00.001-07:00

Ah, summer. Did you really come and go so quickly? I don't want to let you go yet. I want to take another early morning walk through Sugar House and reminisce about when you could slide into a vinyl booth at Snelgroves and spoon up a delicious ice cream treat.

I want to be ferried across False Creek in a tiny boat to enjoy the bounty of fresh produce and local art on Granville Island.

Then I want to return to that little shack tucked into a corner of the dock where they prepare fresh fish purchased just moments ago. Waiting 45 minutes in the blistering sun? Completely worth it.

And finally, I want to retreat to the 3rd-floor suite in a renovated Victorian house and leave the door ajar as I listen to the pitter-patter of rain drops and feel the static in the air as an elctrifying summer storm sweeps across the sky.

Can we do it again next year?

Summer Retrospective: Part II

2009-09-03T17:58:00.000-07:00

In a recent article, Pico Ayer wrote that "visiting a new town is like having a conversation." If you leave your assumptions at home, you can hear whatever your destination is trying to say to you.

In June, I had the opportunity to continue a conversation that I first started four years ago in Sicily. And two years ago I revived that conversation in New York City as I retraced my great-grandparents journey through Ellis Island. This time the city lead me to the Tenement Museum:

In a partially renovated 6-story walk-up, you can participate in a small group tour that will introduce you to some of the families that lived at 97 Orchard Street. It was built in 1863, and almost 7,000 working class immigrants called it home before moving on to other enclaves in the city and around the country.

I think the next time I rejoin this conversation, it will be in the small coal mining towns of western Pennsylvania.

Summer Retrospective: Part I

2009-08-30T13:38:00.000-07:00

For me, summer began at the end of April when I was able to spend an extended weekend in southern California. My sister and I happened upon a great viewing spot for the race from Newport to Ensenada.

I also took a little detour to experience an event known as the "The 1st 7th Grilled Cheese Invitational." I've always been a fan of cheese in just about any form, so it's hard to resist an event dedicated entirely to celebrating its yumminess in a gooey, grilled format.

Summer 2009 is also when my love of tart frozen yogurt started. I tried a few places...maybe 6 to be exact.

In May, I hiked 7.7 miles along the Clackamas River Trail. I'm still sporting a bruised toenail as a result of that trek. It was worth it.

At the end of June, I took advantage of a sunny weekend and made a jaunt to the Summer Kite Festival in Lincoln City. I made it in time to watch the Running of the Bols, which is a fun event -- if you like to run in sand with a giant kite strapped to your back.

Oh, the places you'll go!

2009-08-09T15:04:00.001-07:00

July saw me running across the continent from Maine to British Columbia, with stops in Oregon, Washington, and Utah sandwiched somewhere in between.

It was a month of inspiring views and conversations--with a dash of personal contemplation--and a healthy renewal of perspective as I look to what the next stage in my life will bring.

In the meantime, I hope to find a few moments to share some photos and recommendations with you should you find yourself meandering the streets of Vancouver or soaking in the vistas of Casco Bay.

Six Pic Saturday: Mississippi Street Fair

2009-07-11T21:41:00.000-07:00

How do you know you've arrived at a Portland street festival?

Mass bike parking.

Also, the requisite hula hoop dancer:

In case you were in doubt, this van is green:

And this one is orange:

A Radio Flyer shrine-to-go:

And for all those hot hoopers and pavement pounders, a little icicle tricycle to whet your palate:

When the sun shines

2009-07-07T15:30:00.001-07:00

When the sun shines in Portland, Maine, you get out and take advantage of it! I stopped by this pocket deli just down the street from my hotel to pick up a sandwich for an impromptu picnic.

And then I took it to this stunning location at Fort Williams State Park in Cape Elizabeth:

Cars, Commerce, and a Quick Commercial Flight

2009-07-07T14:53:00.000-07:00

My fourth of July began with a lunch date in Longview, Washington, with friends from my graduating class at Rainier High School. We somehow forgot that Commerce Avenue turns into car show as part of the holiday celebrations. We had fun catching up and admiring the classic car restorations.

Later that evening I drove to PDX and a few hours later found myself across the country visiting that other Portland:

Up on the High Line

2009-06-17T21:44:00.000-07:00

From 1930 to 1980, elevated freight trains rumbled through the Meatpacking District along a 1.45 mile stretch of track up into West Chelsea. A symbol of the area's industrial roots, it probably seemed like a good idea at first. By moving noisy trains above street level, pedestrians were able to reclaim the sidewalks. However, it also blocked out sunlight and turned the area into an unwelcoming venue after dark. In the 1990s an advocacy group formed that was dedicated to the preservation and reuse of the High Line.

In time, and in partnership with the New York City Department of Parks & Recreation, a plan for an innovative public space was born.

Designed to mimic the more contemplative nature of the rails after the trains stopped running, the new park is a space set apart from the street below that offers stunning views and a new perspective of the city.

Last week the opening of the first section of the new High Line Park coincided with my own trip to the city. And happily I also had friends who wanted to explore it along with me.

I could easily envision a dinner out, a stop by a gallery show, and then a pleasant evening stroll along the High Line.

A Study in Green

2009-06-14T09:56:00.000-07:00

As some of you guessed, my trip last week took me to:

The first day in New York City, I got off the subway at W 72nd Street and meandered my way toward Central Park. If you ever want to know how watermelons make it to the city, this is how:

I love how you can wander along any path in Central Park and discover new things and interesting people to watch. These ladies were playing an intense game of croquet:

The overarching canopy of trees along the Mall area of the park is easily recognizable from the many films and tv series that have used it as a backdrop:

Just beyond Bethesda Fountain you'll find many people haphazardly rowing around the lake in small aluminum boats:

I entertained my self for quite a while just watching dog walkers and school children and tourists. Oops, I guess that includes me.

It's that time of year...

2009-06-07T12:37:00.000-07:00

It's that time of year again when I hop on a plane and push everything that has to do with training and databases and year-end summaries to the back of my mind. So this Tuesday, I am going to visit a friend who lives next to this building:

In a city where you might see this convenience:

And where you can definitely find a lot of nummies (as my mom calls them) like these:

Do you know where I'm going?

Six Pic Saturday: Over the river and through the woods

2009-05-30T21:21:00.000-07:00

An article in the newspaper piqued my interest in exploring the Clackamas River Trail today. So, just before 8 am I set my sights on Estacada and hit the road with a goal in mind: hike to Pup Creek Falls.

A sign at the beginning of the trail warned about debris from winter storms, and there was plenty of it. Fortunately, most of it had been cleared by a diligent soul.

Still, there was a lot of rock hopping and log shimmying in some places in order to keep moving forward. I was just about to turn back when I saw the tiny turnoff sign almost 4 miles into the hike:

I was beyond ready for a snack at this point, and upon reaching the falls threw myself onto the log bench hewn into the mountainside for a much needed break.

I had the falls to myself, and tried to capture what I saw with my inadequate camera lens. At least the picture will spark the memory of the actual beauty.

On the (long) hike back to the car, I was accompanied by the occasional flotilla of rafters passing by:

7.7 miles later, I was parched, but happy. This is not an easy trail for the casual hiker. You definitely need plenty of water, sturdy shoes, and some protein-based snacks in your backpack. And don't forget to purchase a National Forest day pass ($5) at the ranger station on your way into town!

Six Pic Saturday: When Two Eras Collide

2009-05-25T20:30:00.000-07:00

Last Saturday was the perfect day for a driving trip. I chose to go to the Columbia River Gorge and cross the river over into Washington. I felt like such a rebel. Crossing state lines isn't something I'm allowed to do on work time. So, I've always admired the gorge from the proper Oregon side of the river.

I explored the tiny, twin towns of Bingen and White Salmon.
They were s l o w l y filling the local pool for the season.

I then meandered along Highway 14, following the Columbia River back to Vancouver. When I saw a rather curious sight...

And wondered what would happen as the schooners drifted west, and the paddle boat pressed on to the east...

Phew! Crisis averted.

It was a beautiful day to be on the river no matter the form of transportation.

In the Shadows of the Mission

2009-04-30T21:11:00.001-07:00

Recently, I escaped the dreary Oregon spring for an extended weekend in Orange County. And on a Saturday afternoon with a little time on my hands, I ventured north to the San Gabriel Mission and Pasadena.

The mission turned out to be quite the hub of activity -- hosting both a traditional wedding on one side of the lot, and a car show complete with aging rock band along the main drag.

And while the cars were certainly shiny and bright, I think my favorite part was the display of handpainted tiles set into the sidewalk surrounding the mission.

Blue Sky in Bend

2009-04-11T18:42:00.001-07:00

postcards
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

Work took me to central Oregon this weekend, just in time to catch a bit of blue sky and sunshine. Every time I visit the area, there is a secret thought in the back of my mind that maybe one of these days I could live here...

I love discovering new things about places I already have an affinity for.

An afternoon walk downtown to a favorite paper shop introduced me to the work of Anahata Katkin. She is based out of Ashland. Who knew?

I selected two lovely postcards to send to lucky postcrossers. However, I may have a hard time parting with these. They may take up residence in my permanent collection.

From my hotel room I had a panoramic view of Pilot Butte, an extinct volcano within the city limits. It was a little too brisk and breezy this morning to hike to the top, so instead I went in search of this little bakery:

I had stumbled across some promising reviews of The Sparrow Bakery online, so I went to try out the ocean roll for myself.

I was not disappointed! It mixed the goodness of a sticky bun with a kick of cardamom -- sweet and spice all rolled into one.

The Sparrow Bakery is tucked into an odd industrial corner of downtown Bend.

So naturally, I took out my camera.

Before leaving today, I stopped by Mother's Juice Cafe on the westside of town. The fruit & veggie blend (apple, carrot, orange, cucumber, beet and lemon) was the perfect treat to quench my thirst.

To live here full time though? First, I'd need a Subaru and a road bike!

Easy Friday Night

2009-04-04T16:36:00.001-07:00

Quiet studio space
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

I took Friday off. I'll be working this weekend--and most of next week--on the road. I wanted movement. I wanted a creative spark. And I wanted it to be thrifty, too.

A quick search on the internet revealed the beginning of the Blue Sky Choreographers Series in a quiet space in downtown Portland. Enjoying contemporary dance is something I don't get to do very often anymore, so this was a nice renewal of that appreciation.

Afterward, I decided to check out the Belgian fries that are gaining an appreciative audience over at Potato Champion.

Sitting in a corner parking lot at Hawthorne and 12th Street SE, this festive cart is only open Wednesday-Saturday, from 8 pm - 3 am. Perfect for late-night snacking. And they only serve one thing: fries. Order a cone full, sprinkle on some salt, and nosh away!

When All You Do Is Drive

2009-03-08T20:00:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I work on the weekend.

And when I do, my schedule might look something like this:

Saturday...

7 am Leave Salem

Drive 23 miles

Pick up student

Drive 35 miles

Pick up student

Drive 29 miles

Participate in 4 hour meeting

Top off gas tank

Drive 231 miles

Stop in Pendleton for gas and dinner

Drive 185 miles

Drop off student

Drive 14 miles

10:46 pm

Check in at hotel

Realize that it is really 11:46 pm

I've crossed over into Mountain Standard Time

Further realization that Daylight Savings begins tonight

...it is now 12:46 am and I don't have any

proof of where the last 2 hours went

Sleep

Sunday...

Wake

Fill the gas tank

Drive 172 miles

Stop in Pendleton to stretch

Drive 192 miles

Pray that the car will make it to Troutdale on gas fumes

Drive 66 miles

Return vehicle to the Motor Pool lot

Arrive home after 36 hours and 949 miles

I like what I do

And that's a good thing.

Postcrossing

2009-02-22T11:50:00.000-08:00

Some recent postcards received via postcrossing:

From Lisbon, Portugal.

From Bamburg, Germany.

From Benson, Arizona.

Near the North Sea, Germany.

You can click any of the pictures to see a larger image. Some day I will fix the configuration of my blog so that my photos aren't cut off!

Weekend Excursion: Seattle

2009-02-16T18:47:00.000-08:00

Even though I was working this past Saturday, I wanted to take advantage of the extended weekend. So, directly after my training ended I continued driving north to Seattle.

I used Bellevue as my home base (thanks to a cheap room via Priceline), and set out to explore Ballard and Capitol Hill.

Lunches were based on recommendations from Yelp, and both places I visited were spot on. Mmm!

The first stop was Lunchbox Laboratory for a ridiculous "Burger of the Gods" with caramelized onions in balsamic vinegar and gorgonzola sauce. Oh, yeah, why not add tater tots with rosemary sea salt and a blueberry custard milkshake to the mix? For some reason, I think I can be indulgent on vacation.

I fought off the post-meal slump by visiting a condo open house, walking through the REI flagship store, and falling in love with this little number by Mash Studios:

As I was thumbing through a local paper, a review about the current exhibit at the Seattle Asian Art Museum caught my eye. Entitled, Garden and Cosmos: The Royal Paintings of Jodhpur, I was intrigued and decided to go.

The paintings were so vibrant and detailed, I wish I had been able to capture an example with my camera. The exhibit definitely gave me more insight into an era if Indian history that was unfamiliar to me. Once the exhibit concludes in April, the next stop is the British Museum in London.

And, late last night, I enjoyed an impromptu get together with a childhood friend I hadn't seen in years. She and her husband relocated to Washington after several years in southern California. It was fun to reconnect, reminisce, and meet her baby daughter, Vanessa. It was a perfect trip to get through that mid-winter slump that seems to settle in around this time of year.

The Love Show

2009-02-13T22:10:00.001-08:00

The Love Show
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

So tonight I found myself walking across train tracks and ducking beneath beams to view the opening of the 4th Annual Love Show at the Olympic Mills Commerce Center. And what I found was a very cool, converted warehouse space perfect for exhibiting the eclectic mix of art depicting the theme of "love."

I got REAL mail today!

2009-01-26T18:31:00.001-08:00

Tavira, Algarve, Portugal.
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

Recently, my friend Gail introduced me to what was sure to become a new addiction for me -- postcrossing.

For a lover of words and photography and travel, how could I not love the concept of exchanging postcards with people from around the world?

So far, I've sent postcards to Finland, Missouri, Japan, and California. And today, my first postcard was waiting for me in my mailbox all the way from Portugal.

I think the allure of the exchange hearkens back to my childhood. I had several pen pals when I was young: Sabine in Austria, Autumn in Pennsylvania, and Laura in Salt Lake City. I still have a box in my basement that has some of their letters. Of course, you know what all this means, right? I just want to travel even more!

Upon Reflection: 2008

2009-01-01T21:32:00.000-08:00

My friend, Heather, posted a series of lists on her blog that summarized some of her "doings" for 2008. It inspired me to post my own spin on 2008--in a travel-related way--of course.

Places I traveled out-of-state in 2008:
1. Redlands, CA
2. Oceanside, CA
3. Alhambra, CA
4. Nashville, TN
5. San Francisco, CA
6. Island Park, ID
7. Claremont, CA
8. Denver, CO
9. Salt Lake City, UT
10. Idaho Falls, ID

Places I traveled within the state of Oregon in 2008:
1. Astoria
2. Vernonia
3. Nyssa
4. Prineville
5. Grants Pass
6. Klamath Falls
7. Roseburg
8. Madras
9. Mill City
10. Oakridge
(And so many more...)

Places I wish I had written more about on my blog:
1. The Mission District, San Francisco, CA
2. Golden Gate State Park, San Francisco, CA
3. Community Garden, Fort Mason, San Francisco, CA
4. Claremont, CA
5. Central Market, Los Angeles, CA

Places I hope to write about on my blog during 2009:
1. Vancouver, BC, Canada
2. Southern California (sensing a theme here?)
3. Friends coming to visit me in Oregon :)

Highlights from my travels during 2008:
1. Denver Art Museum
2. Claremont Evaluation Workshops
3. Bikes-to-Rwanda photography exhibits
4. Wild strawberry picking in Island Park
5. Catching up with friends (and food faves) in Utah

What will 2009 bring? Where will 2009 take you?

Astoria in December

2008-12-28T19:11:00.000-08:00

I had the opportunity at the beginning of December to spend some time in Astoria because of work. And if you're along the Oregon coast during that time (or any other month ending in "e-r") you'll find fresh crab!

I always like to walk downtown and do some window shopping. There are galleries with local art, a Scandinavian import shop, a Danish bakery, a fun toy store, as well as a handful of coffee shops and restaurants.

I can't believe I've never seen the Astoria Column lit up for the season before! It was bone-chillingly cold with the wind that night, but still a fun stop to make.

A Quiet Corner of San Francisco

2008-12-01T00:34:00.000-08:00

When I was in San Francisco this past July, I spent a Sunday afternoon in Golden Gate Park. After watching participants in a local race and listening to a free concert for a while, I wandered in the direction of the National AIDS Memorial Grove.

On every December 1st since 1988 recognition has been given to those whose lives have been--and continue to be--impacted by HIV and AIDS.

It's a space for reflection and renewal. In small ways, I've been participating in the HIV prevention community for about 10 years now. So, on this December 1st, it seems appropriate to take a moment to share a quiet corner of San Francisco.

Six Pic Saturday: Denver

2008-11-09T13:05:00.000-08:00

I needed to have a little fun before leaving Denver, so this morning I set out on foot to explore a bit of the downtown area. I didn't get very far before stumbling upon the Veteran's Day Parade route:

I think there is some unwritten rule, or perhaps just the curiosity of human nature, that makes one stop and watch a parade. For a while I was next to a group of energetic boy scouts. Den Leaders must be brave souls:

After a while, I continued on to the Denver Art Museum. I had received an enthusiastic recommendation from my friend, Gail, and decided that if I could only do one thing in my spare time while in the city, this would be it:

There were some fantastic exhibits, and the Hamilton Building was just about as exciting to see as the art:

Just a couple of blocks away from the museum I stopped for some yummy chicken shawerma for lunch:

And then it was time to return to the hotel and wait for the shuttle to the airport:

A Geeky Kind of Fun

2008-11-06T22:23:00.001-08:00

Eval conference program
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

Why am I in Denver? Well...I decided that I needed to hang out with a bunch of evaluators to see if I want to keep moving my career in that direction. And let me tell you, this group is intense! They start with 7 am meetings, and keep talking until 7 pm and beyond.

With over 2700 attendees, 41 Topical Interest Groups, and a 250-page program guide, there is certainly something here to satisfy every facet of evaluation practice and policy.

I've gleaned some good ideas for both school and work -- ideas that I'm excited to return to Oregon and develop a bit further. And my time in Denver has also given me the opportunity to meet with students and professors associated with my CGU program.

But for right now? I'm looking forward to resting my weary head on the plethora of pillows on my hotel bed.

History in Denver

2008-11-05T12:47:00.001-08:00

History in Denver
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

It's interesting when travel and history collide. It creates a distinct memory, and a collective experience. I remember sitting around the communal table at Salumi in Seattle during spring break, listening in as others discussed the formal announcement of the war in Iraq that had just been made that morning.

Similarly, I know I will always remember where I was when the first African-American President of the United States was elected: I was in Denver--on the 21st floor of a hotel--listening to the cheers and the honking horns of the people on the street below.

Not My Usual Bag

2008-11-03T20:52:00.001-08:00

duffel bag1
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

I'm packing tonight for Denver. That, in and of itself, is not significant. I pack on a regular basis. On a weekly basis.

What is unusual, however, is the bag that will be accompanying me.

See, the canvas duffel bag to the right is my go-to bag. I haven't used anything else for 6 years. It has gone to Spain, Sicily, and Brazil with me -- and to every small town in Oregon. I know exactly how to pack my shoes and layer my clothes and still have room for trinkets I might pick up along the way.

I'll be attending a professional conference for the next few days, and my casual ways have to stay behind on this trip.

So, I pulled out my valet bag -- a bag that accommodates hangers of all things! I've surprised even myself with how much I've been able to pack within the confines of this case. I'll be back soon to post my reaction to Denver.

By the Roadside: Milton-Freewater

2008-10-28T19:22:00.001-07:00

frog reading
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

Frogs. They're everywhere in this small town. In front of the bakery. Reading in the shadow of city hall. Perched in front of the local certified public accountant's office. Frogs. Yup.

When your bigger neighbor to the south is famous for the Pendleton Round-up, what's a tiny agricultural town to do to draw attention to itself? Well, taking a cue from the annual Muddy Frogwater Festival, Milton-Freewater has adopted the frog as its official brand.

It's a little more creative, say, than becoming another "Recreational Capitol of the West" or what have you. So the next time you find yourself in this stretch of the Blue Mountains, why not take a walking tour of the statues and support the local businesses?

Home By Another Way

2008-09-13T20:42:00.001-07:00

One of the things I like about road trips is the ability to alter your route and schedule to suite your interests. I think I learned that from my parents, who would never drive the same road on the return trip if another, yet-to-be-discovered one, was available.

So, this summer on my return to Oregon I chose to go home by another way. I had already driven Highway 20 through the center of the state three times. What would a journey along Highway 26 between Vale and Prineville unveil?

Well, as it turns out a stunning side trip to see the Painted Hills.

Freshly sharpened pencils

2008-09-04T22:08:00.001-07:00

CGU pillar
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

It's that time of year again when I wake up to the sound of car doors slamming outside my window as the local high school students park on the side street adjacent to my house. The time of year when the hint of summer is still in the air, but the school bell beckons.

I have always been one to get a little intoxicated by new books and freshly sharpened pencils. I not only love the process of learning, I love all the little accouterments that come along with it like pencil pouches and gummy erasers and library access to online journals.

Last week found me in southern California at Claremont Graduate University to attend a series of professional development workshops about evaluation. The workshops were excellent: well designed, intellectually challenging, and delivered by faculty from around the country. But you know what aspect really fulfilled me? Stepping onto a university campus and joining a community of scholars and practitioners that are passionate about learning and the work they do.

And fortunately for me, it is an experience I will get to repeat (albeit from a distance) for the next few months as I participate in CGU's certificate program in Advanced Study of Evaluation.

So now when I hear those school bells? It's a reminder that I need to hit the books myself, and do a little reading.

Going on a Wild Strawberry Hunt

2008-08-11T19:04:00.000-07:00

A couple of years ago I wrote about my memories of blueberry picking each summer. In fact, I reprized that role just last week so that I could pack fresh, Oregon blues to share with family in Idaho.

But this berry adventure? Well, we're going on a wild strawberry hunt. First, you'll need some transportation. Most anything will do, but a topless jeep sure makes for a fun ride:

You'll also need picking vessels. No buckets here, folks. Paper cups? Just the right size.

Next, find yourself a secluded and overgrown patch of brush along the river. It helps if you have an expert scout in your party. In our case, my mother has been summering in Island Park since the late 1930s, so she knew right where to look.

Now, get yourself familiar with the shape of the plant you're looking for. Once you've found one, lift the branches and look close to the ground for the berries. Don't see any? Me neither. Don't get discouraged. We'll find some eventually.

Ahh,look! Two ripe berries!! Expecting more? Tsk, tsk. This is going to be a lesson in patience and diligence, my friend. Repeat plant checking steps listed above for 1 hour...

...and this is what you'll have at the end of your labors!

Now, get yourself speedily back to camp so that you can clean and chill your berries before the summer heat renders them to nothing more than juicy pulp.

It helps to use a small colander. It will make the berries appear larger and more plentiful. Watch out for sneaky little hands that want to steal them.

Now we're getting to the good part. Fold your berries into some egg whites that have been whipped with sugar. Place this concoction into a graham cracker crust and try to wait until after supper...

Make sure to save a few berries to sprinkle on top!

Mmm, enjoy the fruits of your labors!

"Lazyman's Pie"

1. In a bowl, beat 2-3 egg whites until peaks form.
2. Continue beating egg whites while adding 1/2 cup sugar.
3. Fold in 2-3 cups of fresh raspberries or wild strawberries.
4. Pour mixture into prepared graham cracker crust.

San Francisco Walks: Chinatown

2008-07-29T14:57:00.001-07:00

bevy of buddhas
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

I had a great weekend in San Francisco earlier this month, and even took some photos. But I have been lazy about processing and posting them here to share with you. This Thursday, I take off for a week in Idaho with my family. So, here are a few pictures from my walk through Chinatown.

These are the steps leading up to St. Mary's Square:

This was my favorite urban oasis that I found in the city. If you didn't know it was there, you'd never go see what is beyond that set of unassuming stairs.

But when you do...

You'll find benches perfect for a little afternoon newspaper reading...

...and benches perfect for quiet conversation in the midst of a bustling city. As I exited the square, I met Stella and Claudia, to friends from Columbia (though one now lives in Texas and the other in England) searching for directions. I hope I didn't lead them astray!

There were lots of tea shops with numerous varieties of ginseng to buy.

And of course endless shops with housewares and knicknacks. I picked up some wooden chopsticks, a rice paddle, and a bag of chocolate fortune cookies to share when I returned to Oregon.

Pedaling in Portland

2008-06-20T19:13:00.001-07:00

LRBC wall
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

Searching for something fun to do that will allow you to savor the summer sun that has finally arrived? May I suggest visiting some of the local cafes and coffee shops that are currently hosting the Cycle Seen art exhibit. There are nine locations, and the exhibits will be up through July 2nd.

I first found out about this effort through a chance visit to the Art Institute of Portland where a flyer announced an open call for submissions that depicted the bike culture around Portland.

I hastily looked through my photo files at home, and selected five from last year's Pedalpalooza festival. Not familiar with such a festival? Well, they like to tout it as 2+ weeks of bikey fun with a calendar of over 200 events. There's a ride to suit everyone's tastes. A quick perusal of tomorrow's events yields a tandem bike race, a zombie cycle rampage, and a NoPo bike in movie just to provide a sampling of the bicycling craziness that feeds off of Portland culture.

I was surprised by an email a few weeks later indicating that two of my photos had been selected for inclusion, and then just plain excited when I received my artist's packet and learned that one of my photos would be hanging at the Little Red Bike Cafe.

The LRBC is owned by Ali and Evan, the kind of local business you'd wish would open up in your neighborhood (they have a bike-up window, for heaven's sake!), and root for to prosper and thrive. I became a fan of the blog they keep about the cafe before I was ever able to visit it. And since I live out of town, it keeps me up to date and salivating about the new ice cream flavors they're creating like Salted Caramel with Candied Bacon Bits and Burnt Orange Honey Blossom. Yum!

My second photo is hanging at Stumptown Coffee Roasters on SE Division Street.

I was able to stop by and see the installed exhibit last Saturday, and let me tell you, this is the one not to miss! I am honored to have my amateur snapshot hanging amongst such talent.

Stumptown is also the location of the pieces that will be auctioned off in support of Bikes to Rwanda, a local nonprofit whose mission is to provide cargo bicycles for farmers in Rwanda to help them meet basic needs and improve their quality of life.

I just might be tempted to bid on one those photos myself!

My Tiny Wordle

2008-06-13T22:55:00.000-07:00

Created from the tags on my Flickr photos (and by some smart guys at IBM). Click on the image to see a larger version.

When Travel Disappoints

2008-06-12T12:52:00.001-07:00

smallest art gallery II
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

I fully expected to fall in love with Nashville. So when I didn’t, I was perplexed. I might even go so far as to say that I felt a bit betrayed by my steady companion called Solo Travel.

Solo Travel had spurred me on my three day jaunt to Lisbon in the dead of winter. Solo Travel had seen me through two solitary weeks in the interior of Sicily. Solo Travel had been my muse and guide through NYC, Calgary, Chicago, Seattle, Spokane, and countless other locales. Good and bad, I thought I knew what to expect.

Where did I go so wrong? It’s rare —never-before-happened-rare— that within three hours of landing somewhere I want to turn around and leave. Pitch a fit. Pound my fist into a pillow. Pretend I never rented a car.

Sigh. But I had. And there I was. With four long days stretching out before me and an entire state to explore. I was well researched. I had checked out books from the library. I had scoured the internet for restaurant recommendations, hip boutiques, farmer’s markets, hiking trails, and gazed at local photos on Flickr.

I hesitated as I wrote the title to this post. Really, doesn’t it say more about me, the traveler, rather than the locale? How can a girl who loves Iowa be thrown for a loop by Tennessee? I guess I discovered the place I can’t find my groove. Like pesky sand that won’t shake out of my favorite shoes.

But as some astute friends pointed out to me, I learned some things in a very visceral way I would not have otherwise: I’m a west-coast gal. Please don’t ask me to tolerate humidity. I want to further my education, but the ranking of the University isn’t as important to me as the faculty and their research.

After some reflection, I came to another conclusion. In thinking about my travels last year, which I dubbed my year of Intentional Travel – well, this trip was so unsatisfying in comparison. No friends or family on the other end. No one to explore and create memories with along the way. And so I find my plans for summer travel shifting and transforming a bit this year. Perhaps I need to break the routine of the past few years, and point myself in yet another direction. A direction I can’t yet anticipate, and will challenge me in new ways.

Where I end up? I don’t know. But when I arrive, I’ll let you know.

My Photo Mosaic

2008-06-07T13:29:00.000-07:00

Want to see what yours would look like? Follow these steps:

a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
b. Using only the first page, pick an image.
c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd's mosaic maker.

1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What high school did you go to?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. Favorite drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. Favorite dessert?
9. What you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. One Word to describe you.
12. Your flickr (or other online) name

May Excursions

2008-05-25T10:37:00.001-07:00

This morning, as I was mapping out the route I will take from the airport to reach my lodging, the familiar flutter of travel excitement finally settled in.

Tomorrow I am off on another one of my celebratory end-of-training-season-can-finally-leave-Oregon-even- though- I-love-it excursions.

This tradition began three years ago, with two weeks in Sicily:

Okay, so Sicily was a little more than just a break-from-work trip. It was also my I-finally-finished-that-tortuous-thesis-and- completed-graduate-school trip! And it was the trip that inspired the start of this blog, and the purchase of my first digital camera.

In May 2006, I was just looking for a quick and cheap escape. Spokane provided the backdrop:

May of 2007 found me learning how to milk a goat in the California desert with my sister and her family:

And May 2008? Well, there's no particular method to the selection of this year's location: Nashville, Tennessee. I'll be back on Friday night with pictures!

*And for those who played the guessing game in the last post, it wasn't a hint about this trip!

My favorite signs of summer:

2008-05-20T19:02:00.001-07:00

bike map
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

Longer days
More daylight
Bike rides
Sun-ripened berries
New places to explore!

So, can you guess where I am going?

Here's a hint: Last September I crafted a weekend trip to Chicago around this renegade event.

Six Pic Saturday: Bikes, bikes, bikes!

2008-05-03T21:47:00.001-07:00

My Saturday was mapped out with errands, but then a curious sight caught my attention...

A couple of weeks ago a large red-covered billboard appeared across from the city library. And today, the old City Center Motel property was crawling with bikes, bikes, and more bikes. Of course, I stopped.

Rooms 101-104 had been converted into small art galleries:

This is Dave. He's an art student at Western Oregon University. He and his wife, Rachel, happily demonstrated their participatory bicycle art.

The second floor balcony was a showcase of bicycles from the past. One of my favorites was the 1977 Schwinn Lil' Chik.

I did get to my errands, eventually. Befitting the day's theme, they were also bicycle-related. Two weeks ago I was invited to participate in the Cycle Seen exhibit that will take place in Portland during Pedalpalooza. Here's a preview of the two photos that will be shown:

Toes not included.

Saturday Treat

2008-04-19T22:08:00.001-07:00

purple
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

It's spring in Oregon, which means fickle, fickle, weather! It was snowing fat, sloppy flakes in Salem a couple of hours before I headed out the door for an afternoon in Portland.

A SLC friend was in town for a conference, and so we spent a few hours this afternoon wandering around the Hawthorne District, eating yummy food, and searching shops.

I was delighted that she allowed me to share a few of my favorites: dinner at Pambiche, dessert to go from Pix Patisserie, and the hunt for fine-crafted paper.

And what did I come home with? A new tablecloth that will make a great background for more photos!

Sunny Escape

2008-04-09T20:43:00.001-07:00

For a few days at the end of March, I was lucky enough to escape the rain and the cold to enjoy the sun in southern California.

A friend flew in from Dallas, and we stayed with her brother's family in Oceanside. We walked along the beach in La Jolla, strolled around the Design District in Solana Beach, ate yummy tacos at the Central Market in LA, and visited the Santa Monica pier.

And we consumed all manner of frozen treats. Mmm, perfect. Hurry up, summer!

St. Patrick's Day in Heppner

2008-03-17T20:08:00.000-07:00

In the four years that I have been traveling around Oregon, I had yet to visit Heppner. That opportunity came last week. And it seems that I arrived on an auspicious day--the day they close down two blocks of Main Street to repaint the giant clover in preparation for the annual St. Patrick’s Day festivities. Really, you can’t plan these things. They just happen.

I was politely informed as I was photographing the emblem that it’s best not to ride a horse over it. “Horses stumble,” the gentleman intoned, “and lose their footing on the slippery surface nearly every year during the parade.” Yikes.

So I thought in honor of my 3rd bloggiversary, which so conveniently coincides with this holiday, that I would create a “state of the blog” post for the curious among you. A compilation of sorts of the how and the what that brings people to my website.

Since 16 January 2007, 1552 unique visitors have read some part of my blog. And I average about 103 visitors each month. When compared to popular blogs with a daily readership, this is a paltry number. However, considering that I write this blog primarily as my lazy form of a travel journal and for a handful of friends and family, I am honored by every other visitor who deems my writing worthy of their time.

So where do these mysterious readers come from? Well, 88% live in North America. Almost 5% reside in Canada, 3.8% in the United Kingdom., and 1.22% in Italy. Belgium? Qatar? Serbia? Cyprus? Hungary? Poland? Philippines? Yep, there have been the occasional random hits from those countries as well.

What brings them here? Goat. Milking. Station. Seriously, this is the most popular web search that leads people to my blog. Google those three words and this blog will pop up as the second hit on the page. Go ahead. Try it. I’ll wait right here for you.

Nifty, huh?

People also land on my blog because they’re searching for things like a Samsonite Valet, the adventures of Flat Stanley, nuclear implosion, or are curious about urban exploration in Seattle or the history of Morgantina.

My most popular post to date has been The Curious Goat on the Mountainside. Really, who could resist with a title like that?

Monday is the most popular day to read my blog. And if you’re reading between 8-9 am or 9-10 pm? You’ll have some company.

I don’t know for how long this little adventure will continue. So, thanks for reading and may your animals be sure-footed!

An Ode To My First Digital Camera

2008-03-14T21:03:00.000-07:00

March 17th will mark the 3rd anniversary of my little adventure into travel blogging. It started with my plans to visit Sicily in May 2005. The lingering lesson of my trip to Spain during 2002 was that I wished I had a digital camera!

So, I budgeted accordingly and splurged on a little Canon 520A, 4 mp, 4x optical zoom compact camera. Wow! I had never had such an expensive piece of technology in my hands. I laugh to think of it now -- because much better cameras are much cheaper these days. However, it served me well over the years and I still take it out on occasion.

The pictures in this post pay homage to its trusty service, and certainly show how much room I have to grow and learn as a photographer!

I bought the camera on my way out of town for a work trip to Florence. This was the second shot I took from the balcony of my motel room overlooking the bay. The little details like overhanging roofs and large trees blocking my focal point handn't really registered yet...

And then there is the occasional interesting pic where you can see my artistic vision developing...but still falling a bit short.

I think what has brought me the most joy over the past three years of digital photography discovery is exploring a new medium through which to share my travels and experiences. I've learned that I am more visual than I thought I was--and while never really creative nor artistic--I certainly am developing a keener sense of design and an appreciation for others who possess those skills.

Bem-vindos a Amazonia

2008-03-05T21:26:00.000-08:00

I haven't written much about Brazil. My first trip to South America. The enjoyment of sharing a trip with my parents to a place my mother once lived, but had not returned to in nearly 50 years. The hours spent in transit across a country as vast as the continental United States.

If there was a common thread woven throughout our travels, it seemed to be water:

The rush of a boat ride into La Garganta del Diablo (the Devil's Throat) at Iguacu Falls
The trepidation of a boat spinning in a springtime storm on the Black River in the Amazon
The beautiful port city of Porto Alegre
The breathtaking views of the bays surrounding Rio de Janeiro from Sugar Loaf Mountain and Corcovado
Squiggling toes in sand and surf on Copacabana Beach

And so I hope to write a bit more.

How did we get to Ariau Towers? By boat of course. And long, long wooden plank-ways leading to four-story treehouses.

This was, without a doubt, the most difficult and tiresome leg of our journey. But those are stories for another day.

February Recap

2008-02-29T00:46:00.000-08:00

yellow arrow
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

Four years ago--on this extra day that the calendar grants us--I was living and working in Salt Lake City. I was to return soon to the Pacific Northwest and the work that I now do while based out of Salem, Oregon.

So let's take a look at what February 2008 brought my way:

Cities I worked in: Beaverton, Corvallis, Eugene, Harrisburg, Hermiston, Klamath Falls, Philomath, Portland, Riddle, Roseburg, Salem, Woodburn.

Road miles: 2,682.22

And now, I'm off to Klamath Falls for the third time this month!

Photowalk: North Portland

2008-02-25T20:35:00.000-08:00

It's been a while...a long while...since I took my camera in hand to explore a place new to me. Today I finally had that opportunity.

I spent some time on foot in the Overlook neighborhood of North Portland. There was a lot of moss-encrusted stonework, pavement, steps...you get the picture. You just can't stop it from growing around here.

There were lots of jalopies with interesting angles to photograph.

This is also the neighborhood where you will find the Adidas headquarters. Or rather, "Village," as they like to call it. They have a turf soccer field and basketball courts adjacent to the campus for employee use.

A stop at Beaterville Cafe provided sustenance in the form of scrambled green eggs (green onion, pesto, and feta).

This funny little guy was perched on an old iron bed frame:

And a handmade quilt in a yarn shop window imparted a bit of vibrancy to grey skies:

All in all, I enjoyed exploring another little pocket of Portland culture.

January: Blue Skies and Blahs

2008-01-31T21:58:00.000-08:00

January has always seemed like the loooongest month to me. And when I look back at the events of the past month -- well, it stands to reason.

My Califonia holiday seeped over into the new year with blue skies, sunshine, and the wedding of my oldest niece. I like how the photo above shows a trail of nieces from the base of the stairs up to the top, and of course a sweet moment between bride and mother.

My work travel stretched me from west to east, with trainings in Ontario (ahem...Fruitland,Idaho), Bend, Oregon City, and Philomath. Snowy roads, cloudy skies, and definitely winter blahs.

Air miles: 3,496
Road miles: 1,565

All eight Valentine nieces and a couple of extras thrown in for good measure:

(Mom/grandma is in the left-hand corner)

Six Pic Saturday: A funny sort of tree

2008-01-08T14:59:00.001-08:00

On the last Saturday of December, my parents and I headed off to Joshua Tree National Park. They had been before, but this was my first visit.

First, we stopped at the local farmers market near the park entrance for sustenance. We sampled chinese dates, a wrinkly nub of a fruit that I thought was tasty. I think my parents favored the peanut butter cookies and oro blanco grapefruit a bit more.

We were favored with blue skies and ample sunshine, a combination that many rock climbers decided were prime conditions for scaling some of the larger formations.

The park campgrounds were full with climbers, hikers, and bikers. Winter is a good time to be here. I can't imagine the full heat of summer!

Need to find your climbing crew? Check the back of the park sign!

Our last stop in the park took us through the Cholla Garden. These spiny little creatures create quite a surreal environment.

Winter Respite

2008-01-05T23:38:00.001-08:00

mauve
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

My 10-day stint in southern California with family was tremendous fun and filled with relaxation. And although I am glad to be back home, I was sad to leave the warmer weather and sunny skies.

A Traveling Heart

2008-01-01T00:00:00.000-08:00

One year ago I posed this question: What travel adventures will 2007 bring?

2007 was the year I decided that travel should connect me to people…

I ate brownies and tart, lemon Italian ice with my sister in Palm Springs ● I stood on the edge of Lake Louise with the water lapping at my toes while renewing my connection with a college friend ● I enjoyed sun-warmed plums with friends in Salt Lake City ● I went hiking in the Teton Mountains with family, in an area where my mother spent her childhood summers ● I explored neighborhoods in Chicago and joined a bike tour ● I followed the footsteps of my great-grandparents to Ellis Island during my first visit to NYC ●

Twelve months ago, I didn’t know any of those experiences were on my horizon. And similarly with 2008, I have no definite plans or exotic trips in queue. But I have no doubt that whatever unfolds in the year to come will add another dimension to my life -- and that’s the true beauty of travel.

If Someone Had Said That I Would…

2007-12-18T20:42:00.001-08:00

liberty in window
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

If someone had said that
I would one day leave my Island,
the rocky islets, the sunrises on the sea,
the olive groves, the caper fields and the vineyards;
and I would no longer hear
the singing of cicadas during the summer heat,
or wasps buzzing around the pergola
or lizards hiding
In the cracks of walls, but…
I don’t know.
I have brought along with me so many things,
but the dearest and the most precious things
I have left on that Island,
and they appear in my thoughts,
when my misty memory
clears away.
Planted in the islands,
we have uprooted out children
Only to have them grow elsewhere.
In the vineyards now there are only weeds.

Antonia Famularo

Why Did They Leave?

2007-12-18T20:24:00.001-08:00

salvatore
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

Before leaving Ellis Island, there was one last thing I needed to check. I had been told that my great-grandfather's name was inscribed on the Wall of Honor that runs along the north side of the museum.

And yes, near the bottom of Panel 399 was his name: Salvatore Seminatore.

Is your ancestor commemorated on the wall? You can check here.

From Island to Island

2007-12-16T20:09:00.001-08:00

front entrance
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

I don't know how an empty building can capture one's fascination for four hours, but that's exactly what happened.

A couple of months ago I learned about a special exhibit titled, "Sicilian Crossings," that would be showing at the Ellis Island Immigration Museum for only three months.

Visiting New York City has long been on my personal travel list, and when coupled with low air fare and generous friends who provided a bed for me to sleep on -- how could I pass on the opportunity?

Ellis Island has significant meaning to me because my great-grandparents immigrated from Sicily to Pennsylvania via this port of entry. So in the forefront of my mind during my time there was the experience Angela Marie, her three children, and her brother may have had as they were processed among thousands of other immigrants.

The baggage room was on the main level just beyond the entrance. New arrivals were instructed to leave their trunks here while they continued upstairs to the Grand Hall on the second floor.

The Grand Hall was often referred to as the Hall of Babel due to the cacophony of foreign tongues that filled this space, all vying to be heard and understood during a process that could often be fraught with uncertainties.

The floor of the Grand Hall was lined with row after row of wooden benches, where immigrants would sit and wait for medical inspections.

Following their clearance, they would exit the Grand Hall down one of three stairways. The door on the left lead to the ticket counter for passage to New York City. The door on the right was for those leaving for other destinations. And those who were filed through the center door were being detained on the island.

If you were a single woman, or a married woman traveling solo or without a chaperone, you could not leave the island until your husband or another male relative came to claim you.

The Heart in a Suitcase

2007-12-14T22:26:00.001-08:00

27 November 1908

It is a Friday in the chill of winter, and a 37-year-old woman arrives in New York Harbor for the first time. Her name is Angela Marie. She is short of stature with a dark complexion, brown hair, and grey eyes. Three of her children are at her side: Maddalena, age 13; Giacomo, age 9; and Gregorio, age 3. Her youngest brother, Cateno, has also made the journey.

She has come to join her husband, who is working in the coal mines in western Pennsylvania. He first left their home in 1902, recruited by a sub-agent of a steamship company promising economic opportunities abroad.

It is the first time they have seen or touched land for several weeks. They left their small village in the Sicilian countryside by two-wheeled, horse-drawn carts for the capital city of Palermo. There they boarded the San Giovanni and endured weeks among 1,800 other 3^rd class passengers bound for America.

They are hoping to leave behind them harsh economic conditions: the destruction of the vineyards by a root-eating aphid, foreign competition in the tuna industry, a crisis in the local sea-salt mines, antiquated sulphur mining practices, and difficulties exporting citrus fruit.

One month after their arrival, an earthquake hits Messina on December 28th, further devastating the island. It kills 60,000 residents and displaces another 80,000 people. An estimated 20,000 of those rendered homeless will find their way to the USA.

Angela Marie is also leaving behind two children, Lucia and Mariangelica, who died in infancy. Her parents, two brothers, and a sister will also anchor her heartstrings to Sicily while her sights are on a future in America.

Saint America

2007-12-13T22:24:00.001-08:00

from a distance
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

When the ship passed close by
I saw that she was a woman.
Below her there were so many boats
that I thought it was
the Madonna of Porto Salvo.
She was dressed like the statue
of my mother church;
at least it seemed to me.
It didn’t matter that she had
a stern face and a strange crown
on her head with threatening spikes.
I knelt down and started to pray.

A barber from Palermo who arrived
in America for the second time told me:
“Get up stupid. It is not a Saint.
It is Liberty.”
But I was unable to understand.

I cried like a baby at the thought that
soon I would be reunited
with my husband and children.

By now Sicily was faraway
and also her Saints.
I decided that she was my new Saint.
It was America. Saint America!

I remained on my knees
and continued to pray.”

(From the diary of an immigrant woman, 1907)

New York State of Mind

2007-12-10T21:26:00.001-08:00

Lady Liberty stencil
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

One week ago, I was awaiting my first trip to New York City. And today I'm back and reflecting on my whirlwind tour of a city that moves at breakneck speed. I have much to share, but that will have to come in bits and pieces.

In the meantime, here's a stencil of Lady Liberty from one of the walls at the Ellis Island Musem.

In a Blur

2007-11-23T21:33:00.001-08:00

train
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

What happened to November? I hardly remember, the days slipped past so quickly. Work had me on the road 15 of the first 20 days of the month.

I started out in Klamath Falls, where I snapped this very apropos shot of a train along the banks of the Upper Klamath Lake as the sun was beginning its rapid slide into the horizon.

From there, I journeyed to Portland, Eugene, Medford, Woodburn, Forest Grove, and Canby. For those of you checking your odometers, that was a little over 1,501 miles behind the wheel.

Travel for work in on the decline for December, but picking up on the personal side with my first trip to NYC and a holiday in southern California with family. I'll be back with pics and hopefully some stories!

Chicago on Two Wheels

2007-10-28T21:41:00.001-07:00

Chicago bike tour
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

When doing a little research prior to my trip to Chicago, I happened across a company that does bike tours of various neighborhoods.

I thought this sounded like an engaging way to see parts of the city that were new to me, and get some physical activity before spending the rest of the day on a cramped airplane.

We covered 7 miles on our Schwinn city cruisers in three hours. A leisurely pace, to be sure, but a fun to way to meet others visiting the city and learn a little history along the way.

A Step Back in Time

2007-10-25T17:27:00.001-07:00

Balch Hotel
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

Earlier this week I was working in the rural town of Dufur, Oregon. Our training site was the Balch Hotel, a historic site recently renovated and opened as a bed and breakfast by Samantha and Jeff Irwin.

With a population of about 600 people, this area is predominantly focused on agriculture and also serves as a bedroom community for The Dalles, Oregon. Each August, the town holds an annual Threshing Bee where you can inspect and admire horse-drawn and steam-powered farming equipment.

On a crisp autumn day, it's hard to beat the beauty of Mt. Hood as your backdrop and the company of Kahlua and Tucker, the resident dog and cat padding about the hotel.

Six Pic Saturday: Cubicle Cleaning

2007-10-06T21:58:00.001-07:00

work corridor
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

It started as a gray day, and I hoped it wouldn't remain that way.

With the wind and the low temperatures, I decided it would be the perfect day to implement Project Cubicle Scrub and Clean. I've been struggling with the loss of daylight and the stifling office atmosphere. It's squelching my creativity and making me yearn for the bike rides of summer.

Earlier in the week I came across a cubicle makeover featured on another blog, and was inspired to try my hand at infusing a little dose of light and organization into my workspace.

Doesn't the office always look different when it is deserted?

It's not pretty, folks. Although a quick tour around the office floor will reveal worse! As you can see, I'm a chronic piler. Need to remember where this is? Create a new stack. Can't forget to attend to this? Start a new pile. Can't be bothered with filing this now? Shove it in the corner.

After a while, I needed a break for a dose of daylight. I walked over to the building atrium and lobby, where there is currently a display about domestic abuse. A side effect of the cube maze and our unfortunate location is the lack of any natural daylight...

For lunch, I wandered over to the Saturday Farmers' Market which takes up residence in a state parking lot each weekend from April through October.

I had never noticed the Taste and See booth before. Lindsey Shockey has been producing gluten-free cookies and mixes for the past two years since her diagnosis with celiac disease. I'm not gluten intolerant, but I've been reading blogs about it for the past couple of years, and like many gluten-free products. And if you have celiac, it can be a challenge to find food products that are safe for your consumption.

Clean space, clear mind! I still may add a couple of touches to my cube, but already I think it has been worth the investment. My 4' x 8' x 6' x 5' space feels much more spacious now that the clutter has been cut out. (I've added notes to my cubicle pics, so click through to Flickr to read more details.)

Six Pic Saturday: A Crafty Renegade Affair

2007-09-29T19:02:00.001-07:00

Renegade owl
Originally uploaded by Katherine H

15 September 2007

Feeling assured that I could find my way back to the hotel, I set out to explore the Renegade Craft Fair in the Wicker Park neighborhood of Chicago.

I must admit a bit of a fascination with an online website for all things handmade. Twice a year, the crafty folks at etsy, host two Renegade Craft Fairs. I missed the one in Brooklyn, but the one in Chicago? Uh, sure, I could make that one.

The CTA Blue Line Buddha greeted me each time I emerged from the underground station to catch the #8 bus on Halstead Street.

A quick stop at the Milk & Honey Cafe on Division Street yielded a tasty ricotta tart for breakfast before I hit the pavement to explore the booths.

One could find all manner of handcrafted items to expend their hard-earned cash on. Myself, I'm a little partial to letterpressed cards and stationery. This booth had lovely linen pillow slips, canvases, and bags.

This trio of college students was gleefully searching the bins for old Hardy Boys books deconstructed into spiral-bound journals.

It was almost as much fun to examine the unique business cards I collected from the vendors once I returned to the hotel!

Shhhh.....

2007-09-13T20:25:00.001-07:00

calla lilies
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

In a handful of hours, I will leave my car in long-term parking and settle into travel mode as I point myself eastward toward Chicago. A self-imposed break, of sorts, although I need no reason nor excuse to fuel my wanderlust.

Why Chicago? I could cite a list of opportune circumstances convening to make this possible, but none of them will reasonably explain the trip. A cheap plane ticket. Free hotel nights. A reluctance to let go of the carefree days of summer and succumb to the fading daylight of autumn.

I have been to the Windy City once before, on an extended weekend trip with my sister. We stared upward at architectural icons, and gazed downward across Lake Michigan. We ate deep dish pizza and admired exhibits at the Art Institute. We took a boat tour on the river and watched Buckingham Fountain. We walked a lot.

This time, I want to see the city in a different light. And so, with recommendations from a friend who calls the city home, I am off on a solo trip…

The Extended Summer Season

2007-09-09T00:28:00.001-07:00

hula
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

Today I ventured to southeast Portland for the Belmont Street Fair. Held every second Saturday of September, it easily evokes the spirit of summer even though school doors have opened and work schedules resumed.

This neighborhood street fair seems to say, "Hey, we can't get enough of that summer silliness! The calendar may say you have to settle into a routine, but there is still fun to be had!"

September is often a glorious weather month in Oregon, and today was a terrific example of blue sky and sun. It was perfect for walking the blocks while admiring art, inhaling the aroma of street cuisine, and listening to local bands.

The fair was my first exposure to Tingatinga paintings. I loved the vibrant colors and distinctive, lyrical painting style that originated in Tanzania.

Summer Road Trip: The Road Home

2007-09-01T21:15:00.001-07:00

Parma Police
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

20 August 2007

After ten days, it was time to turn westward and return home.

By the numbers:

Miles driven: 1,825
Speeding tickets: 0
Contented travellers: me!

Visual Serenity

2007-09-01T21:01:00.001-07:00

plums
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

19 August 2007

A short list of highlights from my time in Utah:

Sun-warmed plums plucked off the neighbor's overhanging branches (thanks, Alycia!)
People-watching at a packed outdoor concert at the Gallivan Center
Pedal-pushing up City Creek Canyon with a stunning view of Capitol Hill and downtown
Grazing at the bread buffet at the Farmers' Market
Art-hopping during the monthly Gallery Stroll
Four-legged lovin' from Mikey (cat) and Lulu (dog)
Reconnecting with some of the most interesting, independent, and vibrant women I know! I am lucky to have such friends.

Six Pic Saturday: Salt Lake City

2007-09-01T20:18:00.000-07:00

18 August 2007

Alycia and I set out this morning on foot along 900 East, the first street I lived on when I moved to Salt Lake City as a new college graduate.

I lived in an attic apartment, one of four spaces created out of the house. I had a Pullman kitchen in the corner of the living room, recessed into the wall and hidden behind two metal doors. The ceiling of my bedroom followed the conical shape of the front roofline, and the only place to stand up in the shower was directly underneath the showerhead -- the rest of the tub was tucked beneath the eaves. After a year and a half, I was ready to move on to more space. But for my first solo adventure, it was a great place to start.

I was happy to see that the owners have stripped off the ugly siding to reveal the original brick, and are applying a fresh coat of paint. New windows, too!

Our second stop of the day was the Farmers' and Artisans' market at Pioneer Park. I've written about this before, but I never tire of visiting. Today's purchases followed a theme in green: zucchini, green apples, wasabi peas, and dill cottage cheese bread.

A popular attraction at the market: the greyhound adoption booth.

Alycia and I had to get our burrito fix from Rico Market. Frozen and packed for the trip home: Chicken mole (yum!), Potatoes con crema, and Black beans/rice/cheese. I also highly recommend any of their banana leaf tamales.

The afternoon found us in West Valley City to watch Heather perform along with her troupe at the 27th Annual Belly Dance Festival.

True to tradition, we completed the evening with some gelato and a quick stroll through the booths at Ferragosto. A perfect Saturday in the company of good friends.

Summer Road Trip: Boise to Island Park

2007-08-24T16:12:00.001-07:00

bacon bread
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

11 August 2007

I'm a sucker for a local farmer's market. So my morning in Boise started with a quick trip to the downtown Saturday market. My tasty acquisitions: bacon bread, bleu cheese spread, and a new pair of shoes (oops, not from the market!).

By the Numbers:
•Vehicles spotted with bikes: 12
•Vehicles transporting watercraft requiring a paddle: 7 (4 with kayaks, 3 with canoes)
•Pit stops: 1

Forgotten:
•To wash the car windshield again!
•Must pump your own gas in Idaho!
•Sales tax in Idaho!

Miles travelled: 346

Summer Road Trip: Bend to Boise

2007-08-24T15:47:00.001-07:00

pit stop
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

10 August 2007

A few months ago I decided to do something I had never done before: drive by myself to Idaho and Utah. This excursion has become my annual August trip – a last hurrah to see family and friends before returning to the escalating rhythm of training season.

Usually, I travel by plane. This year, however, I figured I had the time for a leisurely drive and a little exploration. I mean, what says summer more than a road trip?

With energy and eagerness, I began my journey in Salem on Highway 22 headed east toward Bend. This route is familiar territory to me. Nothing new here, just beautiful scenery and a slow climb through the Santiam Pass behind fellow vacationers.

It was the stretch beyond Bend to Boise that I was eagerly anticipating: The Road Unknown. For someone who travels the byways of Oregon regularly as part of my job, it’s still exciting to traverse new territory.

And the landmark I was searching for? What has become known as The Shoe Tree, a cropping of scrubby trees lassoed by dozens of shoes between mile markers 126 and 127 along the Malheur River. There were mostly sneakers, a few boots and flip flops -- even a pair of ballet slippers and ski boots. Apparently, not much to do around here but mark your passage with an abandoned shoe or two.

By the Numbers:
•Fellow Mazda 6 drivers in hotel parking lot: 2
•Times driven around the same block in Boise: 3
•Number of aggresive RV drivers towing Hummers: 1

Forgotten:
•To wash the car windshield
•Cotton swabs
•Water reservoir for Camelback
•Water pick
•Change to MST while still in Oregon

Miles driven: 449

Six Pic Saturday: A Ride Along the Rail Trail

2007-07-07T21:14:00.000-07:00

sunflowers
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

Today I pieced together the perfect Saturday itinerary. It started with a stop at the Beaverton Farmer's Market, where I found buckets of vibrant sunflowers.

There were early Walla Walla sweet onions, too.

My next destination was the trailhead for the Banks-Vernonia Rail Trail.

I had picked up a brochure about the trail last April, and so it had been percolating as a ride destination for some time. The trail was created from a section of abandoned rail that once moved lumber to Portland. It runs for a length of 21 miles, connecting the towns of Banks and Vernonia.

I started at the Manning trailhead, which takes you along a gravel country road for a couple of miles past fields and homes until you connect with the paved segment of the trail.

The pavement is misleading -- it is a subtle uphill climb the entire way! In fact, it took me twice as long to climb up the trail as it did to coast back down to my car.

Along the way you'll pass the Buxton Trestle, which runs 600 feet in length and stretches upward for 80 more. On this particular Saturday, they were preparing for a wedding ceremony in the meadow. I saw both road bikes and mountain bikes on the trail, although further along the pavement gives way to gravel and soft earth. It was an enjoyable way to spend a few hours on a mild, July afternoon!

No Dance Partner Necessary

2007-06-23T21:56:00.001-07:00

Bike banners
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

I remember the first time I thought I was delusional. I was reading in bed one evening and briefly lifted my gaze from the page to the window, only to catch out of the corner of my eye a glimpse of a man riding a unicycle. I did a double take.

What did I just see? Yes, a small man in a bow tie and carrying a briefcase was cycling uphill past my house and around the corner. I shrugged my shoulders, turned off the light, and slid underneath the covers…hoping that the image would fade from memory as sure as the daylight would soon arrive.

As it turned out, I would meet that man, Mr. Terry, a few months later. He was called to serve as the Bishop of the young adult congregation I worshiped with in Salt Lake City. And he did, indeed, ride a unicycle with a bright blue seat to and from his office downtown. I imagined that his business card read something like this:

Richard Terry, Attorney at Law
Passionate Unicyclist

Good balance, powerful legs, fossil fuel savings – I’m not sure what motivated him. If you visited his home, you would discover several unicycles hanging upside down in the mud room. And it wasn’t just his hobby, but a growing family tradition. Another image impressed in my memory is the evening I looked out the window and saw not only him, but also his twenty-one-year-old-bowtie-clad son pedaling up the hill toward home.

Today the fifth annual Multnomah County Bike Fair was holding court at Colonel Summers Park in Southeast Portland.

Bike dancers from Vancouver, BC, entertained the crowd, and a small fairway of venders and bike-friendly programs promoted their wares. There were silly competitions (three bikes, two people, and one moving entity) to enter, bike lore to share with fellow cyclists, and a cavalcade of homemade bike accessories to admire.

There were no unicycles in sight at the fair today. But in true Portlander spirit, there was plenty of verve and passion and silly fashions.

Click to see more photos from the fair.

Six Pic Saturday: Calgary on Foot

2007-06-09T09:29:00.000-07:00

Picnic table
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

I finally decided to accept an open invitation from friends to visit Calgary for an extended weekend this month. They were perfect hosts, and delighted in sharing all that their city has to offer. Here is a small glimpse of downtown during a Saturday morning stroll:

Adjacent to the 1988 Olympic Plaza is the old City Hall Building with some sculpturesque picnic tables and a glass and granite memorial to fallen firefighters.

We walked past the Art Gallery of Calgary, which was hosting an exhibit titled, "Pink," and were drawn in by an intricate mosaic of colorful butterflies covering the entrance wall. Upstairs, we found an even more engaging piece that beckoned to the observer:

Calgary has some funky public art, and this grove of urban trees made for great picture taking.

I enjoyed these bright, koi lampposts in a section of the Chinatown area (The Calgary Tower is peeking through in the background):

On Saturday evening, my friend was particiapting in a fundraising run called The Underwear Affair which was to benefit cancers "below the waist." The route ran along the Bow River, and participants were encouraged to dress down by wearing underclothing as outerwear. It's a clever idea to bring awareness to a serious health issue.

There were over 900 participants, and $690,000 raised for the Alberta Cancer Board,.

Freestyle Bouldering

2007-05-23T21:39:00.000-07:00

Directly behind the Valentine Family house is a heap of boulders beckoning to be explored. So, on a couple of occasions last week, I scrambled around and over and through the rocks to reach the top and enjoy the view.

Two of my nieces, Amy and Michelle, joined me one evening and showed me the most direct route through a natural cave formed by the rocks as they settled into position.

Michelle found a good spot for surveying the valley below.

Yep, I was really there. But this is all you get to see.

The reward!

Milking Dolly (or How to Get Goat Juice)

2007-05-21T18:40:00.001-07:00

Yes, even vacation can be very educational.

But first, let's back up to the beginning of the process. Meet Bucky and Dolly, skilled jumpers and eager food consumers.

Twice a day, at 6:30 am and again 12 hours later, Dolly is lead from the corral to the milking station. Morning duty usually falls to mom, while Michelle takes over in the evening.

The process starts with a nice udder rubdown -- to remove the dust that has collected throughout the day.

The first spurts of milk are discarded onto the ground, again to clear the bacteria from the milk supply.

Quite a bit of foam begins to form atop the fresh milk. The trick is to capture the milk in the teat by encircling it at the base with two fingers, and then squeezing downward with the remaining fingers to release the milk. A proficient milker can finish the task in about 3 minutes.

If a goat is milked effectively and consistently, the milk production will increase. Dolly has been producing two quarts during each milking, providing the family with a full gallon each day for the past year.

The paper towels filter out any impurities that may be in the milk.

Ah, the finished product!

Six Pic Saturday: A Hike in the Mojave

2007-05-20T18:00:00.000-07:00

19 May 2007

We determined that a short hike in a nearby canyon was a good way to start the day before driving to the airport. Besides, who wouldn't go hiking in the Mojave Desert on the cusp of summer?

The hiking crew slathered in sunscreen with walking sticks in hand: Sarah, Emily (in baby carrier), Juli, Alan, Gina, Lindsey, and Kari

A year ago, oldest daughter Christie had discovered a map indicating natural springs in the canyon. So, we went in search of signs of water...

This cluster of cottonwoods indicated that we were in the right spot. However, a very dry winter meant that no water was visible above ground.

It was the perfect spot to pause for a moment of rest. Sarah announced that it would make a fine camping spot. I had my doubts...

The return trip was fast and easy since it was all downhill. Sarah and Lindsey led the group.

We stoppped to explore the remaining ruins of homes long ago abandoned, probably due to the harsh conditions and lack of water in the area. Among the intricately contructed stairs and walls of rock was evidence that it has become a popular spot for paintball enthusiasts.

A walk...and a rock in the distance

2007-04-28T17:22:00.000-07:00

Today, I was busy enjoying the beautiful spring weather by riding my bike in Vancouver, Washington, with friends.

So for this month's installment of Six Pic Saturday, I've chosen to share a recent walk on the beach with my parents. Our objective: To reach Haystack Rock. Sounds simple and mundane, right?

There it is, hiding in the mist...
To reach it a short strip of beach no more than half a mile lay between us and that rock.

In between, there was rain...

And did I mention nonstop, gusting wind?

The approach from the north was no better. But we were triumphant!

A sign spotted on the return walk speaks to the weather so common to the Oregon Coast: Ecola Inn Seawall, contructed after the storm, Jan 1,2, 1939. So, the next time you set out for a leisurely walk along the beach, be not deterred by the wind and the wet and the waves lapping at your feet.

Fat Tire

2007-04-04T17:47:00.001-07:00

red bike
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

Today I went out on my bike.

As I bumped through the alley and onto the street I waited to feel the almost imperceptible click of my cleats as shoes connected with peddles. I skimmed down the hill and headed toward the park. An easy warm up, with my sights set on exploring a new neighborhood today.

In Salt Lake City I lived on the edge of the Avenues. I could hop on my bike, roll down the driveway onto A Street, turn the corner onto Third Avenue, and in less than a minute be at the entrance of Memory Grove to begin the climb up City Creek Canyon.

My favorite city ride followed Eleventh Avenue east along the foothills of the Wasatch Mountains, a panoramic view of the valley stretching out around me as I passed above the rolling hills of the Salt Lake City Cemetery.

Most evenings, I timed my arrival at Popperton Park to coincide with the waning daylight. I would pause to rest and watch while the valley was blanketed in twilight hues as the sun slipped over the edge of the Great Salt Lake and behind the Oquirrah Mountains.

When I moved to Salem it was a daunting task to reconstruct my social network, my professional network, and my day-to-day life in a new locale.

I had a lot of empty afternoons. So as an anecdote I would hop on my bike three or four times a week. It was how I familiarized myself with my new surroundings. I began to piece together the patchwork of incongruent side streets of suburban Salem – discovering a pocket park on a hilltop or a hidden path between houses connecting one neighborhood with another. In time, I cobbled together a route that never required me to ride on a main thoroughfare.

That fall I moved to another neighborhood in Salem. I put my bike in the basement. And I stopped going out. For two years.

I lost that tactile connection with the earth and the air. That feeling of being propelled forward by my own power, my only limitation the strength of my lungs and my feeble knees.

Last summer, I finally ventured out on a few short rides near my house. And today it became easier still to reclaim the link between movement and reward – the satisfaction of a tired body but invigorated spirit.

So today I went out. On my bike. With the cool breeze against my skin, in search of new adventures.

Six Pic Saturday

2007-03-17T19:51:00.000-07:00

9:40 am -- My day starts out at a leisurely pace with a walk through Bush's Pasture Park, near my home.

10:22 am -- I finally check out the fish market that moved into the neighborhood several months ago. After some discussion with the guy behind the counter, I decide on some fresh, Canadian salmon for dinner.

12:00 pm -- I work with the HIV/AIDS Awareness Project, which trains inmates at the Oregon State Penitentiary as peer educators. After many delays, today we were finally able to hold our activities in remembrance of World AIDS Day.

3:54 pm -- Since I am already nearby, I decide to stop by the Jason Lee Memorial Cemetery. I am still on the hunt to find where Ellen Hemenway Humphrey's gravesite is.

4:49 pm -- When I am in Salem, my Saturday evening ritual is to stop by the local Roth's grocery store to pick up the early edition of the Sunday Oregonian. In turn, I drop off my old papers in the Lion's Club recycling bin in the parking lot.

6:23 pm -- Dinner! Fresh salmon with miso-soy glaze, avocado, and Mediterranean orzo salad.

Where is Spring?

2007-03-05T21:05:00.001-08:00

Willamette Pass
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

This was the view ahead of me as I journeyed to Klamath Falls this past weekend to conduct training. Fortunately, I had a 4-wheel vehicle for the trip. The summit of Willamette Pass in the Cascade Mountains rises to about 5200 feet. Not much in comparison to the Wasatch Mountains of Utah, but definitely a change in altitude from the valley around Salem.

There were even icicles hanging from the roof of the tunnel! When I crossed the pass on the return trip 48 hours later, the roads were clear and much of the snow had melted. It was certainly a pretty backdrop for the drive.

Un Alma...Trece Mujeres

2007-02-17T18:04:00.001-08:00

Cultural Center rotunda
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

During my trip to Texas, Rochelle and I made a visit to the Latino Cultural Center in downtown Dallas.

I had read about an exhibit featuring the works of thirteen women (trece mujeres) from various Latin American countries. Having just returned from South America, I was particularly curious to observe what the exhibit had to offer.

The Cultural Center itself is an intriguing building designed by Mexican Architect Ricardo Legorreta. With its heavy wood-hewn doors, warm desert colors, and sculpture plaza it makes a bold statement against the Dallas sky. The texture of the granite weaving my Jesus Moroles beckons to be examined more closely.

An employee pointed us in the direction of the rotunda, where we sat for several moments in the darkness watching the changing colors highlight the various patterns in the "Orientations" mural.

Dallas is fortunate to have an institution dedicated to showcasing the history and contributions of artists not well known by the mainstream art community. The exhibits rotate every few weeks, so it's worth a look the next time you find yourself in town.

Six Pic Saturday

2007-02-10T22:08:00.000-08:00

Today I'm training in Coos Bay, Oregon.

8:17 am: I step out of the hotel room into a grey day of rain.

8: 33 am: The training room at the Boys & Girls Club is quiet and empty in the early, dawn light.

11:16 am: Tools of the trade -- my calendar, the Teen Leader's Guide, water, and lozenges for a scratchy throat.

1:45 pm: Students' attention is waning as we near our sixth hour of training.

3:18 pm: A moment of sunlight highlights a mural on a downtown building.

7:39 pm: Back at the hotel to sleep, wake, and repeat.

Christmas in Paris

2007-01-27T21:04:00.001-08:00

Welcome to Paris
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

26 December 2006

What? You didn’t know I went to Paris over the holidays? I am sneaky like that...but truth be told, this part of Paris was firmly rooted in the Texas soil of Lamar County.

Around Christmas, I spent a few days visiting my friend Rochelle in McKinney, Texas, which is north of Dallas. When we learned that the town of Paris had erected a 64-foot steel structure in homage to the original (and two of her brothers were, indeed, in that famed city at the time), we knew a day trip was in the making. Of course, Texans have to put their own unique stamp on it, and perched atop the tower was a bright red cowboy hat!

The central business district of Paris is part of the National Main Street Program, and even in the bleak tones of midwinter one can sense the charm and hospitality the town must exude during warmer months. The Culbertson Fountain dominates the center of the downtown plaza, a gift to commemorate the rebuilding of Paris after a fire in 1916.

To the north sits the renovated Plaza Theatre, and down the street you’ll find the Grand Twin theaters, with a bevy of antique shops and small businesses sandwiched in between. Paris is also the final resting place of John Chisum, a cattle baron during the late 19th century. His name had become familiar to me during the time I lived in southeastern New Mexico, and the name of West Chisum Street in Artesia finally made a connection with its roots.

We also spent some time on the outskirts of town looking at the unique headstones in the Evergreen cemetery, one of which is a 12-foot statue of Jesus with cowboy boots. Yup, we must be in Texas.

When the Temperature Drops

2007-01-27T11:00:00.001-08:00

ice sconce spout
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

Earlier this week, I was in Hermiston to help with training. This small, agricultural community was a new location for me to explore. Hermiston sits near the McNary Dam overlooking the Columbia River in eastern Oregon, and likes to favors itself with the title of "Watermelon Capital of the World."

When I first passed this water fountain, I did a double-take. What was that? The cold, winter temps and lack of wind provide the perfect conditions for an evergrowing ice sculpture that will slowly thaw as spring approaches. In the meantime, the row of bubbling geyers adds a playful element.

Six Pic Saturday

2007-01-20T19:55:00.000-08:00

I've decided to introduce a new element on my blog this year, called "Six Pic Saturday." One Saturday each month I'll post six pictures that either capture my activities for the day, or are photos that haven't made it onto the blog yet. Enjoy!

The Buffalo River Dam in Island Park, Idaho. I love the deep colors and the reflections in the water. My niece, Madeleine, is walking along the edge in her red shirt.

Yes, I took photos of the toiletries at the Grand Hyatt in Sao Paulo. (But they were so chic!)

This is the reflection of the old Spokane Journal Building in the windows of the new Journal building across the street. I'm sensing a theme here...

I like the visual juxtaposition of the railing and its shadow. This in on a building in downtown Bend, Oregon.

Pastries from the Greek Festival in Portland, Oregon, held each September. Yum! I've missed having access to good Greek food in Salem. I was spoiled in Salt Lake City.

Some Art Deco architecture to enjoy from South Beach, Miami, Florida.

Traveling Feet

2007-01-01T19:55:00.000-08:00

traveling feet
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

There were travel delights, mishaps, and surprises during 2006.

The delights: Enjoying the home-grown ambience of the Chile Pepper Festival near Sunnyside, Washington. A one-woman show at the Lee Center for the Arts in Seattle. Getting up close and personal with alpacas. A night hot-air balloon glow in Bend. An irreverent breakfast with friends in Salt Lake City. Hiking around Iguaçu Falls in Brasil. Exploring Copacabana beach in Rio de Janeiro.

The mishaps: A seven hour wait in an overcrowded São Paulo airport while the pilots were on strike. A tropical storm in the Amazon that caused our river pilot to lose his bearings as our boat was tossed around on the Rio Negro. A “severe weather threat” at the Dallas airport complete with a tornado drill.

The surprises: Making connections with others in locations near and far because they have stumbled upon my blog entries.

Travel shapes, informs, and inspires me. I travel because it stimulates my creative mind, it helps me to better understand myself, and it makes me a better world citizen.

I write about my travels because it frames my experiences in a new context, and it connects me to what is most important to me – my relationships with others.

What travel adventures will 2007 bring?

Market day in Recife

2006-12-20T23:03:00.000-08:00

7 November 2006

Recife tapioca stand
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

I’ve always felt that the best gauge of the true pulse of a city is to wander the streets during one of the day’s busiest times. While the tour group perused the gift shops at Casa Cultural for a little souvenir shopping, I slipped outside for a brisk walk through the teeming side streets of the central market district in Recife.

The call of the vendors, the clap of the hands to signal a potential customer, the stalls of leather belts and sandals, pyramids of fruit stacked at the ready, and the smell of street food such as grilled meat or tapioca omelets create the seamless ebb and flow of daily living. You can purchase most of your household necessities within a radius of only four or five blocks.

Throngs of pedestrians crossing the bridge as the work day ends are treated to a serenade by a local folk duo who has positioned themselves at the bridge entrance. Some stop to listen, to shuffle a few dance steps with a partner, or to drop a few coins before continuing on to complete the evening shopping on the way home. There is a sense of purpose in their stride, and yet an air of leisure as the people of the city begin to unwind from the cares and worries of the day.

Decadent

2006-12-10T22:03:00.000-08:00

decadent
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

A few months after I moved to Salem, I met Liz. We soon discovered that we share a birthday (along with a healthy appreciation for gelato and all things Italian).

When November arrived, I posed the question, "What are we going to do for our birthday this year?" while thinking silently to myself that it should be decadent and involve chocolate.

So last Thursday we cleared some space in our schedules to celebrate at Pix Patisserie, a little corner shop in Portland that has grown to three locations. We stood for several moments in front of the pastry case transfixed by the array of eye-catching delicacies.

How does one choose between Almond cream, chocolate ganache, and orange vanilla bean crème brulée all piled into a buttery tart shell and Chocolate mousse blanketing a crisp hazelnut praline filling and dacquoise base surrounded by a mosaic of nougatine?

In the end, we couldn’t settle for just one…

Astoria the Divine

2006-12-04T21:10:00.000-08:00

sunset at low tide
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

Now, if the students I worked with this past weekend heard me use such an adjective in conjuction with their small town, they'd no doubt be perplexed and perhaps even roll their eyes. I know. I grew up in an even smaller town further up the river, and you never think your hometown is anything special. That is, until you return years later and see it in another light.

I arrived in Astoria on Friday afternoon just in time to catch an inspiring sunset across Youngs Bay. When the area isn't shrouded in fog, you can truly see some amazing vistas.

That night I conducted training for ten Alumni Teen Leaders, high school students I initially met as new leaders last year. It's fun to reconnect with them and see how they're growing in confidence and individuality. It's an aspect of my work that is really gratifying, and makes the long days and sterile hotel rooms more bearable.

So yes, the sunsets were stunning, but the truly divine part? The discovery of possibly the best rocky road brownie in Oregon. As you crest the top of the hill and turn onto Niagara Avenue, you'll pass a small store called the Peter Pan Market. Neither the name nor the storefront will beckon to you, but if you pass on by you'll also miss the perfect blend of cake-like brownie speckled with walnuts, chocolate chips, and marzipan beneath a thin layer of chocolate frosting. Mmm...it's a good thing I pass through Astoria only once or twice a year.

Happy Feet

2006-11-27T22:29:00.000-08:00

le pidgeon
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

There's something that comes with getting older -- you learn how to take better care of yourself. Truly, you understand that simple things can bring great pleasure, and that greater or grander or brighter and bigger are sometimes just subtle subterfuge.

So when I determined how I wanted to mark the passing of another year (yes, my birthday), my mind swiftly turned to a day in Portland. Portland has long been one of my favorite cities: a tangle of one-way streets, hills, bridges, quirky neighborhoods, and colorful people. It is large enough I can easily think of a dozen things to do, see, explore…and yet small enough to navigate in an afternoon. It is a muse for my creative mind.

I did a little window shopping, splurged on a pair of Acorn slippers with memory foam, ate at little French-inspired bistro on East Burnside, admired artwork by Rachel Austin, explored the endless light fixtures, glass globes, and doorknobs at Hippo Hardware, and enjoyed the best ginger- molasses-cocoa cookie with a hot cup of steamed soy milk flavored with almond at my favorite corner café, Crema.

The next day, when someone asked who I went to Portland with, I replied, “With me!” I’m content with my own company. Which is not to say that I don’t welcome the companionship of others -- simply that it can be a treat to enjoy a little solitude and contemplation.

And now I have very happy, toasty feet as I pad around my house.

* I will return to the Brasil travel narrative soon.

Let's Start in South Beach

2006-11-19T21:19:00.000-08:00

30 October 2006

I can think of no better way to start a vacation than to stroll along South Beach and wait and hour and a half in an airport security line due to an unidentified threat.

My first experience with Miami was six years ago, when I attended a national Harm Reduction conference. It was also my first official business trip, surely an indication that I was a part of the professional workforce. I had, on that occasion, prided myself on my thrifty ways. I determined the bus to take from the airport which deposited me at the metro station that would transport me to within walking distance of my hotel – all while hauling my Samsonite valet bag. Needless to say, I had the not-for-profit business model firmly entrenched in my psyche along with a healthy dose of naiveté. I soon learned, however, and cabbed it back to the airport for my return trip.

So to commemorate my return to the city where I first tasted ropa vieja and platanos maduros, I retraced my earlier steps to the South Beach district in search of the Lincoln Road Café. After satiating my appetite for Cuban cuisine, I admired the muted pastels, rounded corners, and art deco lines of the buildings occupying Lincoln Road and Collins Avenue. A stroll along the Miami Beach Walk almost convinced me that the waters of the Atlantic in Rio de Janeiro couldn’t possibly be much different than this lovely location…

I decided it would be best to test that theory in person, however, and climbed aboard the bus to return to the airport. After claiming my luggage at baggage check, I headed to the international terminal in search of my parents and to meet the rest of the group headed to São Paulo.

Under the Autumn Moon

2006-09-30T22:41:00.000-07:00

Chinatown Lamppost
Originally uploaded by Katherine H.

Autumn in the Pacific Northwest has been ushered in with spectacular weather: blue skies, high temperatures, and the glow of amber and crimson leaves.

This weekend is the Autumn Moon Festival in the Chinatown/Old Town section of Portland. It’s a celebration of tradition and history, as well as shaping a path for continued appreciation of culture and diversity.

For the past several years, the city has been busy with a development project in Old Town. They’ve installed more of the uniform red lampposts throughout the district, as well as updated signage, poured new curbs and sidewalks, installed public art and historical markers, and planted over 100 new trees. The festival was a way to reintroduce the public to this revitalized area.

Two different stages for musical entertainment anchored the festival streets along Third and Fourth Avenues. In between, you’ll find an assortment of curios shops, restaurants, and even an herbalist. The Hailin Temple, an unassuming storefront from the street, was conducting a Zambhala Dharma Assembly. A look inside reveals bright colors and ornate decorations lining this inviting space.

The Chinese Consolidated Benevolent Association was the hub for youth-oriented activities, including origami. Two large dragons, which no doubt had danced in the streets during the morning parade, remained on display in the hall. One could also watch or join in various games using mahjong tiles.

An indoor warehouse was converted into a global bazaar space for the weekend. One could sip the milk out of a whole coconut, then return to have the vendor split the orb in half to enjoy the tender meat inside. Along with art, pottery, and imported food stuffs, one could also touch the soft and pliant texture of clothing woven from bamboo fiber. Throughout the bazaar, little girls in silk kimonos with baskets wandered around proffering fortune cookies to festival goers.

On the adjacent plaza, the pungent aromas of food vendors mingled with the steady rhythms of the cooking demonstrations and the beats rising from the World Stage. I enjoyed watching several numbers performed by Portland Taiko, a local ensemble that practices and teaches this traditional Japanese drumming performance art.