Tuesday, February 4, 2020

2020 Panama City Beach

For some of us, especially those named the Lady Adventurer, the packing started early. How early, you ask? Six months, or maybe more. That's when Lady A. began to accumulate stuff that she would take. Why that early, you ask? I'm not sure, but I will say that her brain works differently from mine.

In my mind, going to a place means getting away from much of what you own in order to unburden yourself with the load of life (not necessarily the love of your life). In my mind, going to a place entails packing your clothes and a minimum of other necessities. Lady A. believes (and I'm trying to be fair here) that you should carefully plan to make your stay away from home as comfortable as possible. And this means bringing as much of your comfortable, cozy home along with you as possible. So besides packing early, and in the spirit of 'vote early, vote often,' she packed a lot. A whole lot. It's safe to say there was some marital discord over how much of home would be packed into the car for the trip.

Then there were only a couple days to go. We were spending our time taking care of a dog and waiting at the morning bus stop with grandkids. One particularly cold morning we had just gotten home and were warming our butts by standing in front of the fireplace when I said, why don't we go to sunny Florida a few days earlier and visit my sister? It didn't take long to make this little alteration to our travel plans.

The trouble with going to Winter Haven on the way to Panama City Beach (PCB) is that it's not on the way, Now it would be a couple more hours south, followed by a couple of days there, followed by a nearly seven-hour drive back up north to PCB. But it was worth it.

Debbie, Beth, and Dan at Circle-B Reserve

An Eagle at Circle-B Reserve

We enjoyed visiting Beth, and I think she liked having us there for a couple nights. The highlight was a visit to Circle-B Reserve - a restored-to-nature former ranch that is now a wildlife sanctuary type park. We saw birds galore, including a pair of bald eagles. We saw one gator and got almost too close for comfort. It's a wonderful park.

After saying goodbye to Beth, driving all the way up North, staying an extra day in the middle of PCB, we finally reached our main destination, Beachside Resort. Of course, moving all that stuff in was an ordeal. But then it was time to relax and enjoy the sunshine.

Made it to Beachside Resort

Except that I had a marathon to run. The very next day.


Just after the Tallahassee Marathon, with my Major Award!


The date: 02-02-2020. That's a palindrome. It's also Groundhog Day. It's also the date of Superbowl IVXIIILY (I'm not sure of the exact number, but the Roman Numerals are cool anyway). It's also also the day of our first full day at Beachside. And it's also also also the date of the Tallahassee Marathon. I woke early, drove that long way, ran the race, and returned in time for the Superbowl party at Linda and Bob Rafalski's room.

Superbowl party

NOW, we could enjoy the sunshine! Nothing left to do but relax. And we did.

Not much happening that first week. Besides the Superbowl party, we had another party at Iris and Mike Zielinski's place. Then yet another party (in which we played golf-poker) at Mike's brother Jeff's place. We saw a second movie (1917). Attended a 'Snowbird Expo' (which was a total flop). Went to a Birthday party for Mike at Boon Docks. And finally attended a second race - the Valentine's 8K Run in Destin. Just after that little event, Debbie and I, along with Mike and Patti Busser explored Grayton Beach ('America's most beautiful') village and state park, where we had a nice hike. On the way back from Grayton Beach, we inadvertently discovered Route 30A.

30A is a thing. It's a big, very expensive thing. The wealth and newness of everything is astounding. Town after town seems brand new or just being built. And homes and condos are priced from $300,000 to $10,000,000 and up. It goes on for miles and miles, and it's all pretty astounding.


Patti and Mike with Debbie and Dan at Grayton Beach


Some days were foggy and some clear. That was okay. Temperatures were in the 60s and 70s. We tried to go and see things during the nice days. Things like Mexico Beach, destroyed a year and a half ago by Hurricane Michael. Or the St. Andrews Mardi Gras, or one of several parks, like Camp Helen and PCB Conservation Park.

The sunsets were magnificent during the clear days, and such was the case on Valentine's Day. Since we have such a great view of the beach and sunsets, our Valentine's Day party guests all went outside to enjoy the sunset and the frolicking dolphins. Debbie made lasagne and we all told stories.

Whiter sand than PCB? Yes, Destin and destinations further west (like Fort Walton Beach) have them. We survived the Destin traffic to see The Boardwalk and admire the pretty sandy beach and dunes.

I mentioned the St. Andrews Mardi Gras. There was another one the following week in PCB itself. This time we enjoyed the parade with Linda and Bob, then had dinner and stayed for the fireworks. We all acquired a bunch of beads.

Mardi Gras
Mardi Gras





















It was cloudy, cold, windy, and there were even a few raindrops about, but nevertheless, the Sea Screamer went out for the dolphin watching cruise with us on board. And guess what? It was tons of fun seeing the PCB shoreline and the dolphins near Shell Island. A few of them surfed our wake.


On the Sea Screamer






Dolphins in the wake!

















Looking out our patio






Saturday, December 14, 2019

2019 Israel and Jordan

Tel Aviv


“You had one job.” We’ve heard this lamentation before; in this case, it was to be at the airport, hold up a ‘Globus’ sign, and get the people to the Hotel Leonardo Tower in Tel Aviv. Okay, okay. Maybe that’s three jobs. Whatever. It still shouldn’t be taken lightly, as the people you are gathering are travel-weary to the extreme. Even after we managed to make all our connections and to arrive on time, we were still beat. And the one thing that we anticipated would be done without problems didn’t go well at all. When we didn’t find our representative after exhaustive searches, we asked Information Desk people to make calls, and eventually – it took quite a while – found people who would provide the needed transportation. This was not before the Lady Adventurer took it upon herself to hold up her own home-made Globus sign and gather a bunch of people who were as mixed up as we were.

It got worse as we arrived at the hotel too late for the meeting; a meeting we would have been on time for had the transportation been as expected. Now we did get to dinner; we nearly never miss meals. But we and many others were still in the dark as to what was up with our trip. When do we wake up, put our bags out, etc.

Things were better, as they always are, in the morning. We got moving but didn’t see much of Tel Aviv at all.

Israel became a country 71 years ago. Before that, it had been a sparsely populated backwater with only a little history. Okay, maybe more than a little. But it’s truly amazing that this country of nine million has not only survived but even thrived amid hostile neighbors and former residents. The desert blooms here, more than anywhere else. Yet the issues, challenges, and controversies continue to this day. History doesn’t stop with yesterday.


Our Itin


To and Around Haifa


 Along the way from Tel Aviv to Haifa, we stopped to see Jaffa, an ancient port city, Latrun, home of a Trappist Monk Monastery, Cana, a small village that’s home to Jesus’ first miracle – that of changing water into wine, Caesarea, an entire city now in ruins built by King Herod to honor his Roman masters, and Nazareth, Jesus’ original home town. Nazareth was cool at night; it gets dark early here this time of year.

When our guide told us that the monastery monks are allowed to speak only when absolutely necessary, I was reminded of the story of a similar monastery where the monks were only permitted to speak two words every ten years. One new monk, after his first ten years of hard monk-like labor, said, “Hard work.” Ten more years go by, and he says, “I’m tired.” Finally, after yet another decade, he says, “I quit.” The head monk says, “It doesn’t surprise me. You’ve done nothing but complain for thirty years.”

Caesarea was as impressive as any historic city-in-ruins. Would that we could have spent more time there as much as anywhere.

Caesarea

Caesarea

After a night of some much-needed rest, we ventured out for more the next day. This time we hit the River Jordan, Mount of the Beatitudes, home of Sermon on the Mount and Church of the Annunciation, Capernaum, Jesus’ later home, and the Sea of Galilee for a short cruise. The baptisms and the cruise were highlights. As was lunch: fish caught (okay, farmed) in Sea of Galilee.

I was impressed by the eight statements that comprise the Sermon on the Mount. Just for fun, here they are:

Blessed are...

Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.
Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.
Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.
Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Our guide stressed that although these ideas seem self-evident to us now, they were quite revolutionary in Jesus’ time.

Mount of the Beatitudes and nearby Capernaum, both sculptured with gardens, are almost heavenly as they overlook the Sea of Galilee, doubtless more so now than two millennia ago.


Sea of Galilee from Mount of Beatitudes


It occurs to me that these group tours are so much checklists. You know: I saw and did a, b, and c. Well, this one is that in spades. The thing is, Israel has so many things to see that to see them, you absolutely do need such a list. Now it would be nice to spend more time exploring these fantastic historical/religious places, but when you ain’t got the time, this way is the best.

It’s also fun to see all the other people doing the same thing we are. Yes, there are tour buses galore. It’s early December now; things must be tons worse in the summer. But still, we see some of the same other people on occasion, like the religious people from Nigeria who were baptized in the River Jordan, then partied heartily in their boat, which was next to ours on the Sea of Galilee cruise.

Whilst on that cruise, and after visiting the other sites, our tour director had us hold our hands out from our sides. He then told us that seventy percent of the New Testament took place between our arms.

Sea of Galilee Cruise


Capernaum was not only Jesus’ home but also St. Peter’s birthplace. An ancient dug-out home that may have been Peter’s was over-built by a Byzantine Church and is currently under a modern museum. Visitors can view it through the glass from above. When I dropped my lens cap on the glass, it rolled away, and I couldn’t reach it through the barrier fence. Lady Adventurer to the rescue – she used her Vox/Whisper listening device and it’s neck strap to fish it back to us. A miracle, if there ever was one.

Haifa is also home to the Baha’i Shrine, the world center of the Baha’i faith. The Baha’i broke away from Islam 200 years ago to form a new and unique religion. The garden was extensive; we walked around the beautiful central terrace, and this was only one of nineteen such levels. Lady Adventurer went inside the temple itself.


Looking at Haifa from the Baha’i Shrine

Baha’i Shrine included 19 levels of gardens




Around Jerusalem


We traveled through the Valley of Elah, where David slew Goliath and won the battle against the Philistines. The words Palestine and Philistine are derived from the same source. The Romans had trouble with the pronunciation as they were in the process of kicking the Jews out, and the name Palestine became more common for the area. When Jews moved back to Israel, the people living there at the time became known as Palestinians.

We spent nearly an entire day around Bethlehem. Under the Church of the Nativity, one of the oldest churches in the world, we saw Jesus’ assumed birthplace and manger. What with the pushing and shoving to the extreme, it was quite an ordeal to get inside; these people need Disney to get them organized.

The Israel Museum had a scale model of the Old City of Jerusalem. The highlight, however, was the Dead Sea Scrolls; several were out on display, and we learned more about how they were discovered and how they relate to current religious beliefs.

The Holocaust Museum was as expected. I just kept thinking of how our current government appears to be headed down the same path as that of Nazi Germany. The stories of the survivors were harrowing and deeply touching.

You know what happened when Napoleon went to Mount Olive, don’t you? Popeye got mad. The Mount of Olives was super cold and windy, but it afforded a great view of the Old City. From there we walked down (it was steep) to the Garden of Gethsemane, where Jesus spent his last evening before being arrested.

The Old City from the Mount of Olives


The Garden Tomb is located outside the Old City, but it’s a nice garden area on a nearby hill. It’s one possible location of Jesus’ tomb from which he late rose. We later saw the other one, located within the Church of the Holy Sepulchre. That church, by the way, along with the surrounding area including Stations of the Cross, were magnificent, crowds be damned. Okay, since they’re there, maybe they won’t be. Another thing about the church: it’s about eight churches in one, all of different faiths. But this entire long day spent in the Old City ending with the Western Wall was certainly a highlight.


Western Wall


The Jerusalem Sight and Sound Spectacular far exceeded expectations. Having attended one that was not as great in Egypt, I was unprepared for how stunning this show would be. Images were projected on ancient buildings including and around the Tower of David inside the Old City. They told, without words, the historical story of Jerusalem. It was nearly indescribable.



Jerusalem Sight and Sound Spectacular

Jerusalem Sight and Sound Spectacular

Jerusalem Sight and Sound Spectacular



The desert begins immediately upon driving south out of Jerusalem. Although there are some Bedouin and Israeli settlements, the desert is desolate. Before long, we were in the lowest place on earth, the Dead Sea. It rains four or five days a year in this desert. It did for us this day, but it didn’t last too long.


Masada
We saw Masada, a stunning location, Qumran, where we lunched amongst a billion people in the location where the Dead Sea Scrolls were found, and then I went down to swim in the Dead Sea itself.


Masada

First, you go down some stairs, lots of stairs. You go way, way down. It seems the water level is constantly getting lower. Then you walk through thick, yucky mud. You can rub said mud all over your body, but I decline. Then you climb over rocks and sharp stones, backing yourself into the water. There’s nothing but slippery mud and more sharp rocks under your feet, but you just have to keep going into that water. They’d told us not to shave, and to be careful of any cuts. They’d also told us not to try to swim; to keep the water off our faces, especially our eyes. They’d told us to just lay on our backs and float. This is a difficult concept for someone who’s never been able to float in his life. Then you relax and enjoy. But don’t let yourself float too far away – you won’t be able to get back since you can’t swim. Then you try to get yourself back out. This is the most difficult part of all. Then you shower and change in the public changing room. This is tough as well. I’m still feeling that strange sensation on my skin. I decide that although the experience was unique, I do not need to repeat it anytime soon. Or even not so soon.


Dead Sea


At our first of two farewell dinners, we said goodbye to our Israel tour guide, Yuval Kalev, and some of the other travelers who were not going on to Jordan. ‘Val’ did a wonderful job of relating the history, tradition, and religious significance of what we’d seen. And we saw a lot. Now, on to Jordan!



To and Around Amman


Crossing the border from Israel to Jordan took hours and was quite the ordeal. We met our new guide, Ali Moses, and continued through Amman to Jerash.

Although the Ancient City of Jerash had been inhabited for thousands of years earlier, it flourished in the Greco and Roman periods. Today it is one of the best-preserved Greco-Roman cities, rivaling Pompeii and Ephesus. Having experienced the latter a couple times, I can say that Jerash is every bit as impressive in size, scale, and splendor.

Jerash


Amman itself would be fascinating. That is, if we could see it without snarled traffic, pouring rain, and only one dark night.



To and Around Petra


On the way to Petra, we detoured to Wadi Rum. This is the place where Lawrence of Arabia, the Martian, one of the Star Wars flicks, and several other movies were filmed. It’s about as desolate as you can get, yet rock formations spring up from the desert floor to form fantastical arrangements. The entire afternoon and evening were devoted to this area. We got around on the back of 4wd vehicles, and it was loads of fun. We joked that riding in the back of pickup trucks wearing our Arabian headscarves, we looked like a bunch of terrorists. Luckily, there weren't any drones on nearby patrol. The sunset and moonrise were spectacular.


Wadi Rum

Wadi Rum

Wadi Rum


Nothing can prepare you for Petra itself. Okay, okay. Seeing it in the Indiana Jones movie can help. And maybe a Nova episode or two. But, built mostly in the fourth century B.C. by the Nabataeans, it’s truly huge in scale, and the famous Treasury Facade is only one of many. We walked through the Siq – the narrow canyon not unlike something you’d find in Zion NP - leading up to the Treasury, the Street of Facades, the Nymphaeum, the Theater, the Colonnaded Street, etc. Albeit far, it was a pretty easy downhill walk the entire way. It would have been difficult to turn around to go back up, so of course, we went further: this time up the Ad Deir (Monastery) trail. This one was up – way up. 800+ stairs up. Over 1,000 vertical feet of bad footing up.

Petra Treasury

By the way: whilst at the site, we learnt that Petra means ‘Rock’ in some ancient language. Seems appropriate, no?

That monastery was worth the trouble. Its facade was not unlike that of the Treasury, but it was even larger and more grand. Now we had an hour and fifty minutes left to go back down – steeply down - then back up – way up - to the entrance. We made it: 8.4 miles and over 2,000 feet of total elevation change. Wow.


Petra Monastery


We also took an excursion to Little Petra. It was like Petra, but smaller. It was pretty neat, with more caves to explore and less walking and climbing. The best part of this was the sunset; it was spectacularly red.

Little Petra Sunset




To and Around the Dead Sea


Karak Castle was built by the crusaders during the twelfth century. It was constructed on top of an older structure from centuries earlier. Why castle upon castle at this place? That’s easy: location, location, location. There are steep cliffs on three sides. This is the largest crusader castle, and it’s wonderfully preserved. It’s interesting how the crusaders are viewed in this part of the world: they were terrorists, like ISIS is today.

Karak Castle

We drove through Wadi Mujib, the “Jordanian Grand Canyon.” A new dam was built here fifteen years ago.

During a stop in Madaba, we had Maqluba for lunch. It’s a traditional Jordanian dish that’s cooked with chicken, rice, vegetables, and plenty of spices, and turned upside down for serving. We then toured several ancient Christian churches in the village. The mosaics included the famous ‘Tree of Life.’

Our resort on the Dead Sea was something. Having already had the experience, I did not partake in the mud or saltwater activity this time. On our final day, we drove to Mt. Nebo, the place where Moses died, witnessed the creation of mosaics (but declined to buy any), and looked out over the very narrow River Jordan, as we’d done on the Israel side. It seems there are many baptismal sites along the way.

Mt Nebo

Alas, time to say goodbye to our traveling companions. Israel had been hectic, crowded, and confusing. Jordan was much better in those ways, but it was good to experience both.


River Jordan




Sunday, September 15, 2019

2019 Nova Scotia

Cape Breton, NS


Planning is great exercise. It helps focus the mind on the task(s) at hand. It helps us visualize the future, and that, as far as we know, is uniquely human. Funny thing about plans though. They change. Sometimes a lot. Sometimes by a whole lot. This is not to say that we shouldn’t plan; it’s still good to do. But we need to remain flexible as well.

Quebec City from Ile d'Orleans


Flexible is my middle name. Lady Adventurer? Yes, it’s in her bones as well. Hurricane Dorian certainly had something to say about our plans this time around. She (we think it’s a she) would arrive in Nova Scotia (NS) at the same moment in time that we would. Isn’t that something? Our flight was proactively canceled.

(Re)planning began immediately. We had always wanted to drive up to the Maritime Provinces by going through Montreal and Quebec City, but (thought us) that was going to have to wait for a day when we had more time. Except now we did have more time – at least a couple days that we wouldn’t be able to get into NS. So we changed the outbound flight to go into Quebec City with the thought of spending a bit of time there before driving the rest of the way to NS.

Quebec City was wonderful. We walked around the old town area, and, as advertised, it was just like walking around any old city in Europe. Of course French is the primary language, which only adds to the allure and atmosphere of the place. So does the co-ed public washrooms. We walked for miles and miles, mostly exploring the Upper Town, Citadel, and Plains of Abraham area. The only other thing we did, and there are certainly others, was explore Ile d’Orleans. It’s a wonderful island in the St. Lawrence River with pastoral scenery and great views of the mainland.

During the long walk, we stopped in for a flight at a QC brewery


Did I mention that it’s a twelve-hour drive from Quebec City to Cheticamp, NS? As that thought sank in more, we decided to split the trip in two. This re-planning had us stop in Moncton, New Brunswick for the night and arriving in Cheticamp early in the afternoon the following day. The scenery across Quebec, New Brunswick (Nouveau Brunswick if you’re a Francophone), and Nova Scotia were sublime. We were particularly impressed by the lack of people or development of any kind throughout New Brunswick.

Time out for some geographical orientation. Nova Scotia is a Maritime Province in Eastern Canada. The northern 25% or so of NS is an island known as Cape Breton. Cape Breton Highlands National Park takes up a good portion of the island, and it’s a gem. Cape Breton is also the home of the famous Cabot Trail. The Cabot Trail is a road that loops around the island, and it’s justifiably called one of the world’s most scenic drives. Part of the Cabot Trail lies within the park.

The Cabot Trail through Cape Breton Highlands National Park

Just south of the entrance to Cape Breton Highlands National Park, along the Cabot Trail lies the quaint coastal village of Cheticamp. After checking into our B&B-like Motel, the Auberge Ducet Inn (and being relieved that they had power following the storm), we immediately entered the park and proceeded to the Skyline Trail Hike.

Skyline is the quintessential hike in the quintessential national park. With perfect weather, beautiful vistas, and even good footing, we enjoyed every step during this 5.5-mile stroll along the ridge-top.

Skyline Trail Hike
Look-off on the Skyline Trail hike
We also hiked along a beautiful peninsula on the East side of the island called Middle Head. This one was about three miles and the vistas were at least as good as those on the Skyline Trail. In the process of getting there and back, we drove the entire 300 kilometers Cabot Trail, along with some short detours and one long one: the drive up to Meat Cove at the north end of the island.

Along the Cabot Trail in Cape Breton Highlands National Park

Meat Cove

What to do after a long day (the second in a row, mind you) of driving and hiking? Why dine on lobster and other seafood (the second in a row, mind you) of course. I predict: there will be no trifecta in the lobster dinner arena. The day after? Who knows.

Middle Head Hike

Middle Head Hike (we surprised this fellow)

Middle Head Hike (I am on a rock in the upper right)

Every single Canuck we’ve met has been exceedingly friendly. I know that politeness is part of their culture, but they seem to go over and beyond anything called for.

After two days of spectacular weather in Cape Breton, we finally had a rainy one. That did not deter us from doing one more good hike in the national park. We did have to cut the Le Vieux chemin du Cap-Rouge trail hike a little short, but three miles is better than none at all.

Last day in Cheticamp



What to do during a rainy day in Cape Breton? Stop in at the Alexander Graham Bell museum and national historic site in Baddeck of course. The museum was okay (he invented lots of stuff besides the telephone), but the cool part was witnessing the swearing-in of new Canadian citizens.

Before the ceremony, Lady Adventurer wandered over to the ladies room. During this time, I swear that a Mountie, of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police kind, walked right by me. He sported his full regalia, consisting of the bright red uniform, big boots, eight-foot-tall hat, etc. With the hat and all, he probably stood about seventeen feet tall. When Lady A. re-emerged, I excitedly told her about my Mountie encounter. She acted like she may have believed me at first. That is, until we scoured the whole museum, unsuccessfully looking for the guy.

After that stop, we drove on to the Residence Inn, Dartmouth, where we would be spending the final three days of the trip. We parked on the Dartmouth waterfront and took the ferry across the harbor to the Halifax waterfront. Had a nice lunch/supper at the Baton Rouge. The ferry is fun, and for $1.75, it’s nearly as good as a much pricier harbor cruise.

On the ferry to Halifax

The fourteen-hundred kilometers we’ve driven so far on this trip just hasn’t seemed like enough. So rather than hanging around Halifax another day, we drove up to the Bay of Fundy. It took us a bit over an hour each way – that’s nuthin’ these days. The Bay of Fundy is a scenic (are you surprised?) area north of Halifax, and the water lies between New Brunswick and NS. That water comes and goes with the tides more than any other place on the planet. (By the way, we’ve also been to the second-highest tide place in New Zealand.)

We were lucky to catch the beach at Blomidon Provincial Park at low tide. We walked far out on the sand and rocks, beachcombed, and admired the view of the red dune cliffs and waterfalls. As the tide began to rise, the water began to pour back, and it was almost scary.

Blomidon Prov. Park, Bay of Fundy

Blomidon Prov. Park, Bay of Fundy (notice the low tide)

To round out the side trip, we poked our heads in at a couple of wineries in the area. Wolfville – the town up there – has some good ones.

Our final full day in Nova Scotia was a gem. We drove to Peggy’s Cove, which is a quaint and picturesque fishing town with a classic looking lighthouse. After a lot of walking there, we drove back to Halifax proper, parked, and did a lot more walking. We went up to the Citadel, down to the Harborfront, and then round and round looking for restaurants. It was all very much worthwhile, though exhausting.

Peggys Cove Lighthouse

Halifax Citadel

Halifax Citadel on the way out

The last lobster dinner (for Lady A,) and seafood boil (for me) was the final icing on the cake.

Halifax Harbor