A short and very sweet visit to Bratislava

Our good friend Viktoria is from Slovakia, so on our tour of Central Europe we took a short daytrip to Bratislava, the capital city. We were fortunate to arrive in October 2018 as the city and country were remembering the centennial of the separation from the Hungarian Empire to form the country of Czechoslovakia in 1918 (after World War I) and the 50-year anniversary of the Warsaw Pact invasion (by the Soviet Union) of Czechoslovakia in 1968.


Today’s Slovakian flag is only 26 years old, dating from the separation of Czechia and Slovakia.

The country and the city have seen great turmoil within our generation. In fact, if you’re as old as we are you might remember this photograph of a brave soul in Šafárikovo Square resisting one of the 2,000 tanks of invading troops on August 21, 1968. Unlike the young man facing a tank in TianAnMen Square in 1989, this man, Emil Gallo, was gunned down on the spot.

Photograph of Šafárikovo Square from an outdoor photo exhibit in Bratislava commemorating the events of 1968.

By 1989, Communist rule in Czechoslovakia ended. In 1993, Slovakia and the Czech Republic became two separate countries.


Šafárikovo Square during our visit in 2018.

Small reminders and memorials are scattered throughout the city.

Remembering several of the martyrs of the August 1968 event. “Here in the fire of Soviet occupation, their lives were snuffed out.” Note that one was only 15 years old.

This statue honors Bulgarian partisans from earlier conflicts.

“Who falls in the struggle for freedom, does not die. To the heroic Bulgarian partisans who gave their lives for our freedom.”

We know about the Holocaust in Germany, but sometimes forget that many people were impacted across Europe.

Outside an earlier synagogue, this statue honors the 105,000 Slovakian Jews killed in the Holocaust.

Bratislava today is one of the most beautiful cities on the Danube River, with a modern business center and charming Old Town.


The UFO Bridge in Bratislava over the Danube. Notice that it stands securely with no pillars in the river!

As we walked from the train station we passed Grassalkovich Palace, the home of the Slovakian president. Although it is late in the year, the large gardens still had plenty of beautiful color.

Bright begonias in Bratislava

Almost looks like lavender…

Bratislava Castle is a striking figure on top of the hill overlooking the city. Although the site has been occupied for thousands of years and protected with multiple fortresses, castles became passé in the 1800s and this one fell out of use. Fortunately, a restoration starting in 2008 has brought it back to its former glory.

Bratislava Castle, impressive white fortress on a hill

King Svatopluk I ruled this area of Greater Moravia in the 800s. Now he guards Bratislava Castle on his horse.


King Svatopluk could never have imagined today’s Bratislava. Note all the windmills beyond the city too.

Like our other Old Town experiences, Bratislava has plenty of shopping, tourists, cafés and very old buildings. Michael’s Gate and Tower are about 1,300 years old, part of the fortification for the city that remains from medieval days.

There is actually a dragon at the top of Michael’s Tower.

Speaking of cafés, on to our dining experiences…First we had the national dish of Slovakia: Bryndzové Halušky. It is a potato dumpling like gnocchi, but smaller. Then it’s smothered in sheep’s cheese and sprinkled with bacon and scallions.

Better than mac and cheese. Yummy!

Continuing our journey eating cakes, we found an excellent cake shop in the Old Town, Konditorei Kormuth. We expected it to be good as we saw the bakers hard at work out front.

Konditorei Kormuth, Bratislava

Inside are cakes “made with love.” They are treats for the eyes and tastebuds. Not only do the cakes look and taste lovely, but they are also served on elegant porcelain china.


Both cakes were great, but it is hard to beat chocolate and blueberry.

View the cake shop gallery. It is very difficult to choose just one cake. They are all works of art (like the cakes Viktoria makes!)

The whole elegant porcelain china pattern continues, whimsically, in other areas.

Yes, this is a urinal. And isn’t it beautiful?

We almost felt that we had been here before.

Squint a bit. Couldn’t this be Liz, Chris, and Pat in their younger days?

Zbohom from Slovakia.

(Bratislava was a midpoint of our Central Europe trip. We’ll catch up on other cities in future posts.)





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Return to Keuka, Part Deux

Aspen, home of John Denver and Patrick O’Connell! Continuing our eastward travels with tours of beautiful natural scenery, we visited John Denver Sanctuary. It is manmade, but it is certainly a lovely naturalized spot filled with flowing water, standing rocks and endless perennials. We even saw a muskrat pop its head out of the water.


Lovely spot for a muskrat to have a home.

This peaceful spot is in downtown Aspen (just a block from Jordan’s office). The arrangement of the stream, rocks and plantings is a natural water filter, something Jordan as an environmentalist and engineer quite admires. We told Pat we wanted to see lupines and he knew the best place to go, as the sanctuary is part of Aspen Parks Department.


Lupines everywhere. Lupines of all colors.

Pat also took us to Maroon Bells once more. It is one of the most photographed spots in the country…and a good number of those shots are ours!

Nancy, Patrick, and our second grandchild, Brinley.

East of Aspen we followed the Colorado River through the state to Rocky Mountain National Park.


The obligatory entrance sign

This scenic route over the Rockies reaches as high as 12,000 feet, with accordingly beautiful views.


These are only 12,000+ peaks, not 14ers. (True Coloradans, Pat and Jordan have climbed many of the actual 14ers.)

Notice how some of the views of the forest here have a gray rather than green appearance. This is due to an infestation of the western pine beetle. “As many as 15,000 adult beetles may infest one tree during an epidemic,” according to the NPS. Mild winters contribute to outbreaks, so this loss of thousands of acres of pine trees may be another outcome of global warming.

Western pine beetles hard at work killing off trees.

Another driver had pulled off the road so we stopped too and saw this moose in the distance.

We stopped briefly in Fort Collins, which we visited frequently in decades past when it was the home of Kodak Colorado (actually in nearby Windsor). A bit of manufacturing remains under the Kodak Alaris name, but we didn’t stop to see it. Too sad to remember the gleaming 75-inch-wide state-of-the-art coating machine that made acres of photographic film and paper daily in its heyday before all things digital. Instead, the highlight was a short visit with Claire, now a proud sophomore at Colorado State. Claire gave us a gastronomic tour of Old Town and let us see the region with a youthful eye. We forgot to take a photo, but here is a recent family pic.

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Brooke, Linda, Paul, and Claire

North of Ft. Collins, our short drive through Wyoming included an attempted visit to the Francis E. Warren Air Force Base near Cheyenne.


There is a museum inside–and antelope–but the guard wouldn’t let us in because we weren’t military personnel. (It is an active military base and we’re actually glad to have good security measures!) We did see these three missiles outside, the one on the left holding 10 individual nuclear warheads (hopefully not active now).


These are known as MIRVs, multiple independent reentry vehicles, in other words, bombs.

Entering South Dakota, we’re back in national park territory. This is the home of Wind Cave National Park, named for the winds rushing through the natural openings. Direction of the breeze is in or out depending on barometric pressure. The cave has sacred importance for the Lakota Nation, as the home of an immortal buffalo lady. Soon after 1881, when the Bingham brothers came across a natural opening, tours of the cave began, including scrambling over natural obstructions through the dark with only candlelight…sometimes extinguished by the winds. Our tour was much easier.


Signs, signs, and more signs

We were behind a couple young boys who loved the adventure of climbing down steep stairs, through narrow passageways, and under low ceilings. Their lively chatter was as good as any medication in keeping away any cave claustrophobia jitters.


Narrow passageways

Later in the tour our guide turned out all the lights, so we could see it in its natural state. She told the story about how an early enthusiastic guide would take visitors into an opening and leave them there for a few minutes or hours while he explored a new side tunnel. Sometimes he forgot they were there and left them in the dark overnight.

Conditions in the cave with the lights off.

This story told in total darkness brought out whimpers of fear from a few in our party so the guide lit a single candle, providing a surprising level of light. The park does offer a candlelit tour to let visitors have an experience similar to original tours.

One unique feature of Wind Cave is the speleothem in the ceilings known as boxwork. This formation is made up of calcite strips as delicate as potato chips (according to our NPS guide) and was left behind when carbonic acid in the stone etched away the limestone and dolomite surrounding the calcium.


Boxwork – a chemistry lesson in a cave!


There is a no-touch policy as the boxwork is as fragile as potato chips.

To prove we were really in the cave, here’s Nancy amid the boxwork, with Michael at the camera.


Unless you’re shorter than 5’4″, there is a lot of ducking here.

Immediately north of Wind Cave National Park is Custer State Park, a lovely place despite being named for a rather unheroic general in U.S. history. We were delighted to see our old friends, the prairie dogs. These are certainly nuisances, digging hundreds of holes in their prairie dog towns, but they’re so darn cute. Nancy’s “friend” Jess Williams would have a hard time navigating his horses through the area without a broken leg or two.


Peaceful coexistence.

Michael wanted to see a bison and we found one that was quite accommodating, along with pronghorn and plain old deer.

In our travels we’ve gotten used to seeing these majestic creatures just grazing beside the road, seemingly oblivious of their popularity among tourists driving by.


So gentle-looking that you almost want to try to get close and pet them. (Don’t try it.)


Whether we see them at home or in the West, deer always seem to raise their heads, alert for danger.

Prairie dogs too seem to sniff the air for approaching threats.

Prairie dog has taken over the watch for this pair.

The winding and narrow road through the park is named Needles Highway. We wondered why until we entered this northern section where the rock stands in tall columns, like needles.


There is a road through here. It was deemed “impossible to construct,” but they did it.

Our travel east through South Dakota took us on a driveby past Mount Rushmore National Monument. This road looks awfully familiar.


Just to the right of Lincoln is plenty of room for the current President 😀


This view from the back is a little less familiar.

We’re about halfway through our eastward journey, in a fraction of the time it would have taken a couple centuries ago.

Our last outdoorsy spot was Cuyahoga Valley National Park, where we made a short walk to Brandywine Falls, not quite as impressive as others we’ve seen, although it was a pleasant shaded stroll. We didn’t have time to explore any of the other 125 miles of hiking trails, paddle on the Cuyahoga River, or walk the towpath of the Ohio & Erie Canal. This seems like a good park to visit when we finally retire.


Ohio’s one and only national park.

On to visit Nancy’s dad, followed by a summer of relaxation at the lake!

(Originally drafted during our trip in June. It’s almost September now, so yes, we did do a lot of relaxing.)





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Return to Keuka, the latest in a series

We’re back on the road again*, heading east from California to New York. We always marvel at how easy it is for us travel compared to the pioneers from 150 years ago. When we were living in the Tahoe area, the plight of families heading west for months and getting caught in an early and very harsh winter was especially evident with all things named DONNER.

On this drive east we’re able to travel through a state or two a day and trying to hit natural wonders we haven’t yet visited. On our way out of Reno we drove through the Nevada desert on Route 50, the loneliest road in America, according to Jack Kerouac and others. It’s clear, however, that people have been through in the past as evidenced by the strange shoe tree, not exactly a natural wonder, but definitely unusual.


These strange-looking leaves are actually shoes, mostly sneakers with laces tied together and then hurled as high as possible into the tree. Was it the smelly foot odor that killed the tree?

First natural wonder: Sand Mountain Recreation Area. This is why it earned the name; it looks like a mountain made of sand.


As you approach, the sand seems to have fallen in a giant pile covering a road.

This huge pile of sand was once beachfront property on the ancient glacial Lake Lahontan. Over centuries it has been driven here by the wind to reach a height of 600 feet, give or take each day’s accumulation or loss of windswept sand grains. Our new car does have 4-wheel drive, but it’s not equipped to venture up this pile of sand. In fact, we saw dune buggies attempting the climb and they petered out about halfway up.


The dot on the giant sand mountain is a dune buggy trying to make the climb.

Later along the loneliest road we saw dust devils, whirlwinds, or sand-nados, sometimes as many as three or four in the dry grasslands next to the road. When Chris passed this way a couple days after us he actually had to pull off the road for a half-hour to wait for a dust storm to abate. Thousands of years from now the sand dunes might end up in different spots.


The sign is small so it could be easily moved if necessary.

Late in the afternoon one day we arrived at Great Basin National Park.


Our timing was not ideal. If we had been here earlier in the day, we would have visited Lehman Cave, with all kinds of unusual speleothems (cave formations). If we had arrived at dusk we could have joined the highly rated ranger talk describing the night sky, with some of the best viewing in the world from this International Dark Sky Park. With our late-afternoon arrival we settled for a climb to Mather Overlook. Stephen Mather was one of the strongest proponents of creating the US National Park Service and its first director. We’re ever so grateful!


Stephen Mather. We actually saw this plaque again at Wind Cave National Park.

At Mather’s Overlook Michael tested his new iPhone app, Peak Finder, which uses GPS to show outlines of mountains visible from the user’s location and give their names and other information. Then when you take photos it lets you apply the labels. Here’s our view from Mather Overlook.


Will this peak be renamed when the Jefferson Davis monuments come down?

The other notable feature in this park is the presence of bristlecone pine trees. “Where are they?” we asked, because we didn’t see anything looking like pine needles or like the redwoods we had left in California. Bristlecones are up to 5,000 years old. They’re short and at high altitudes they have twisted, weathered trunks and sparse needles. Well, these trees were short and looked old. Although they didn’t seem to have needles, they were in the right spot, so we reluctantly called them bristlecones. No Wifi for verification!


Short…check. Weathered and twisted…check. High altitude…check. Needles…no

THIS is a bristlecone (photo from Britannica.com)

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After Nevada, we traveled through Utah along interstate 70, one of the most scenic stretches of interstate highways in the US. This is what we think of as Old West, with mesas and buttes, river rapids, and rock as far as you can see.

It is surprising that anything grows in this arid land.

Why does this one chunk of rock remain standing tall while the rest of the surroundings are so flat?

On our way to Aspen a couple months ago we drifted off this path and went through Colorado National Monument, yes, through. This is not a standing monument like the Washington Monument in D.C. Instead it’s a protected area (similar to Bears Ears National Monument) that has not been declared a national park. We followed Rim Rock Drive for miles through a canyon carved out by the Colorado River, though the canyon is so wide the river was generally out of sight. This stretch of beautiful Western landscapes has striking geological formations of canyons, monoliths and plateaus, with mountain-climbing animals around every corner.


The deer enjoy the view just as much as the tourists do.

We read the story about one of the early explorers in the area. From the time he first visited, John Otto had an obsession with the area. When he wasn’t making trails in the hills, he campaigned tirelessly to make the area a protected national park, open to the public. He married a girl from out East and brought her here to share in his love for the region. The marriage lasted a couple weeks; she couldn’t deal with the isolation. Otto stayed on and did much of the exploration and road-building that allowed people like us, a century later, to understand why he fell in love (with the land, not the lady).


Look closely. There are climbers on this peak.

On to Aspen, part two of our cross-country trek.

P.S. We are loving our National Park America the Beautiful pass. We just wave it at the entrance and get into all these great spots hassle-free. With 2,000 federal recreation areas included, we are just scratching the surface.

*I drafted this in June, when we were making our third trek of 3,000+ miles east across the country, but didn’t have the time to finish it until now, with summer almost over!


2020 Update: As of June 2020, we have sold our Keuka home that we’ve owned since 1989 and moved full-time to Truckee, California. So hard to leave our friends and the beautiful lake, but we do have great memories.

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Yellowstone Revisited

We were in Yellowstone in 2014, seeing Old Faithful, Mammoth Springs, mudpots, and other sulfurous activity in the caldera. We also visited the Lamar Valley, with animals galore. This time we’re focusing on the eastern side of this vast park. Last time we were too late in the season, but this time we stayed in the pretty yellow lodge next to Yellowstone Lake.


Lovely view of Yellowstone Lake. Way too cold for swimming now and too windy even for a picnic.

We’re here in mid-September and expected sunny skies and warm weather. Instead we have snow!


This is a good view of forest regeneration. The bare standing poles are trees killed in a burn, allowing the fresh growth of new evergreens.

The valley was a bit warmer, good for spotting wildlife.


It’s easy to see how the pronghorn deer gets its name.


Mule deer grazing and people-watching.


Plenty of bison. This one is disregarding the Keep Off sign and using it as a scratching post. Note the sulfurous steam behind him.

The scenery in the park is always very impressive, probably quite similar to the inspirational views that led to its preservation as the country’s first national park, even before the National Park Service was formed.


Majestic view of the Yellowstone River with mountains beyond.


And the famous Yellowstone Falls. This is from a hike along the cliff top, where surprisingly we saw signs that bison had visited. They must like the view too.

As we left, just as in Teddy Roosevelt National Park, one of our new buddies gave us an escort.

(This post is a little out of order since it’s already November and we’re in California, but I risked my life for the bison video and wanted to share it.)

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Sonoma is open for business!

We had a lovely weekend in Sonoma October 7 and 8. The sun was shining and the temperature was in the mid-80s. We walked a couple miles to get to Sonoma Plaza, just as peaceful as we remembered it from our visit in autumn 2014. We had the 15-minute bloody Mary at Murphy’s Irish Pub and got prune danishes at the Basque Boulangerie. Michael rode his bike up Cavedale Road into the hills above Sonoma and then down Trinity Road into Glen Ellen, which was celebrating the Harvest Festival on that beautiful Sunday morning. We relaxed in a hot tub. It was a perfect weekend.

On the way home to the Sierra Nevada mountains mid-afternoon Sunday we saw ugly black smoke ahead. We passed fairly close and saw a relatively small fire near the Napa County Airport. But the odd thing was that the smoke wasn’t rising; it was being swept along almost parallel to the ground. The normally dry autumn conditions in this part of California mean any grassland can ignite if the wind carries sparks. This was a strong wind, meaning high fire danger, but it looked like the local fire department was getting it under control. In fact, we saw that this fire destroyed two homes as it spread to 20 acres. A half-dozen fire crews were called in and helicopters dropped water, getting the blaze out relatively quickly despite the strong winds. Little did they know the work they had ahead of them for the next two weeks.

Our car was buffeted on the highway as we continued our drive to Tahoe. That night the winds in the Sonoma/Napa region picked up. Somehow (and the cause is not yet known with certainty) multiple fires broke out. They had names of Tubbs, Nuns, Atlas, Norrbom, Partrick, and Pressley. Eventually 17 separate fires were identified but several grew and combined, becoming massive walls of flame and smoke. Truly brave firefighters, police, business owners, homeowners and other volunteers helped to evacuate the area and valiantly fight the fires.

During the early days of the conflagration, the “perfect storm” of wind, fire, and dry conditions engulfed a part of the town of Santa Rosa north of Sonoma, hitting the neighborhood of Coffey Park especially badly and burning home after home to the ground. Some people had mere minutes between becoming aware of the danger and having to evacuate. Sadly too many people did not escape the fires. As I write this, 42 fire-related deaths have been reported. More than 8,000 homes or buildings have been destroyed. Over 245,000 acres were impacted by the fires. By comparison, California’s worst reported fire prior to this was in Oakland Hills in 1991, killing 25 people, destroying 2,900 homes and burning 1,600 acres, with an economic impact of $1.5 billion. This year’s fires are expected to result in $4 billion in losses.

We watched all this happening from afar, safely but sadly. We kept clicking refresh on four different fire maps showing evacuation areas and places at risk or already engulfed.

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At one point this map was so covered in red (fires) that the community names were not even visible.

We latched onto the #sonomafires twitter feed and saw individuals in Sonoma reporting where they were seeing smoke and flames. Sarah Stierch, normally a wine and tourism reporter living in downtown Sonoma, stepped into action pulling together timely information on what was happening and where people could get help. At one point Michael said, “If she evacuates, things are bad.” Two hours later she left town, but kept up her communications while in exile.

For more than a week, most of the fires raged on, with crews from across the country—and Australia!—battling the flames. They used bulldozers to clear grassy stretches down to bare ground. They created backfires when the wind cooperated with them. They dropped fire retardant and water from helicopters and a 747 supertanker. They used axes, hoses, hydrants and their gloved hands to battle for every square inch.

Miraculously they drove back most of the fires threatening residences and businesses by Tuesday or Wednesday, 10 days after the start of the fire. Finally on Thursday, October 19, rain came. Northern Californians have never been more happy to see rain. The rain helped the embattled firefighters to bring the fires to an end. It took some of the deadly smoke out of the air. It brought back hope and cheer to the communities.

Throughout these deadly circumstances, the people in Sonoma and the rest of the regions impacted have demonstrated the true community spirit that makes America great. Neighbors helped neighbors fight fires in one spot. In other spots, restaurants, even some so close to the heat of the fire zones that they had lost power, served first responders and those who had lost homes. All of North Bay and beyond has gathered goods and money to help those hurt by the fires.



While those who have lost loved ones and homes can never replace their losses, the fires are nearly out and recovery has begun. The community is not a few handfuls of wealthy vineyard owners. It’s not a privileged rich community of Silicon Valley retirees. Sonoma thrives from the hard work of farmers and vintners, small business owners and employees, chefs and waitstaff, gardeners, hospital workers, store clerks, firefighters, and other everyday people. Sonoma was and is a region that depends on wine and tourism.

The weekend of October 21 and 22, we returned to Sonoma. We were worried that there would be little to return to. In contrast, we saw that Sonoma is opening for business. #Sonomastrong is everywhere. First and foremost is the appreciation for the lifesaving efforts of all those who helped during the worst imaginable ordeal a community could face.

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Literally every storefront had some sign thanking first responders and volunteers for their efforts during and after the fires.

Next is the spirit of renewal. Some restaurants and wineries that had closed for mandatory or cautionary evacuation but escaped the fires completely were already open. Others were cleaning up after partial damage, taking stock, and getting things back to normal over the next several weeks. Some will take more effort to rebuild, replant, and renew. Mercury News provided an early list of wineries most impacted. Day by day, some damaged wineries were reporting their plans for reopening, anxious to get back in business again.

Buena Vista Winery, established in 1857, and California’s oldest winery, escaped the bulk of the flames and is opening this week. We expect that the interpretive history trail that we saw on our last trip might have suffered some damage. Next to Buena Vista, Bartholomew Park Winery was initially reported as destroyed, but that was an incorrect early report. They expect to open soon as well. Gundlach Bunschu lost their family home, but opened the winery for tastings by October 19.

Farms and other businesses were also affected. In fact, marijuana farmers were not as far along in their harvest as were vineyard owners, so many saw their earnings for the year go up in smoke.


The 100-year-old Stornetta Dairy buildings were no longer in use, so little effort was made to protect them.

Some homes along Route 12 remained standing while neighboring homes burned to the ground.


This was a beautiful home on route 12 north of Sonoma. All that is recognizable now is the rusted metal horse, still standing.

Three years ago Kathy encouraged us to visit Ledson Winery, which looks like an old castle, but started as a family home.


This was in the area where Michael went biking on the day before the fires started. When we heard about fire stretching north of Glen Ellen on both sides of Route 12 we worried this winery would not make it. Thankfully it did survive, after harrowing days and nights of fire.

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Photo by Jae C. Hong. We couldn’t get close enough.

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Photo by Karl Mondon. We definitely weren’t close enough for this.

Napa was also impacted of course. Signorello Estate was destroyed. Google Maps labels it as “permanently destroyed,” but the owner has plans to rebuild. Three years ago we rode our bikes along the Silverado Wine Route, with winery after winery. We loved the wines of Stag’s Leap Wine Cellars so much that we got a membership. News reports of damage to the winery were exaggerated and they reopened for tastings nine days after the fire started.  Hall Wines, with the giant silver bunny next to the highway, large art gallery, and great wines, was not affected, but set up a matching funds donation to help Napa neighbors. The community came together: #NapaValleySpirit

To the north, Triple S Ranch in Calistoga, where our niece is getting married in June, survived because of the amazing efforts by the owner and staff, fighting the fire, with the backup plan to seek sanctuary in the swimming pool if they could no longer fight or flee.

Some areas of hillside are totally blackened while adjacent vineyards appear unscathed, with a clear line of demarcation between burnt grass and vineyard. We heard from one local wine expert that the moisture in the vineyards made them resistant to fire.


Imagine feeling the dread as fires covered the hillside behind your home and business, and the relief when the smoke finally cleared and most of the productive property was unscathed.

By October 27, the fires were proclaimed as more than 90% contained. By Halloween, the fires were over, after 20 of the most frightening days Sonoma residents have ever experienced.

Today Sonoma is open for business. Besides, giving monetary donations, the best way to help the region is to visit the local businesses and wineries or buy Sonoma wines wherever you are!


The path to Sonoma’s recovery is underway. As Louis Pasteur says, “Wine is the most healthful and most hygienic of beverages.” Let the healing (and the drinking) begin.




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Theodore Roosevelt National Park

While this isn’t the first national park, it’s a very important one. Our 26th president, Teddy Roosevelt, spent many happy seasons here in North Dakota hunting bison, exploring badlands, and developing a lifelong love for naturally wild areas.


This is one entrance to the south part of the park. There is a separate northern part as well as a rustic area where Roosevelt once had a hunting camp.

Fortunately, for us, Roosevelt became an environmentalist before that was cool. He created the US Forest Service, protected 230 million acres of land, and added five national parks during his presidency. Without his avid support of preservation and conservation, we might not have fascinating lands like this–devoid of development–to visit. Theodore Roosevelt National Park is just one of numerous National Park Service and other sites honoring this forward-thinking conservationist.


One trail sign said “Imagine you were a settler traveling west and came across this area you had to cross…” You’d probably call it bad lands too.


If you don’t have to worry about blazing a trail, hauling water, and watching for rattlesnakes, the lands are quite beautiful.


Stretching miles in the distance, these badlands were formed by millions of years of erosion of the stratified rock.

The south part of the park has a lovely loop road, almost 40 miles long, with numerous overlooks and trails. We followed one called Ridgeline Trail with views over the Little Missouri River, which at the time had very little water. Although the area looks dry, there is a lot of native vegetation.


With his new appreciation for herbs, thanks to Blue Apron, Michael was able to confirm that sagebrush smells like…sage!

After seeing a couple big animal monuments on our way here we were looking forward to seeing real big animals in the wild. Despite the rugged conditions, many animals do quite well in the badlands.

Our first animals in the park were actually quite small. The park has a dozen sites labeled “prairie dog town,” as if specific areas are marked off for these little guys to inhabit. The ground is pockmarked with mounds around small holes, just big enough for the prairie dogs to pop their heads out or scurry down when danger arrives.

We did notice that the prairie dog towns seemed to be segregated. One location had animals with blondish fur. Another had brownish, and a third had reddish. These are not different species and it’s not a racial selection process. Prairie dogs tend to mate within colonies so coloration is proliferated based on genetic processes (like Mendel and his peas).


Do blondes have more fun?

Apparently, we didn’t signal any danger. We drove up and stopped within a few feet of hundreds of these critters and they weren’t fazed. Then at 7 p.m. they all disappeared into their holes. Curfew? Or maybe it was time for the prairie dog’s equivalent of Game of Thrones.


Prairie dogs are quite cute in action, very busy. They chitter a bit as they forage on the ground and then stand at attention to chew or just look around for a second or two.

The next animals were quite familiar. Wild turkeys, just like on Grandpa Bach’s farm.


Quite an elaborate feather structure for birds that don’t really fly.

We hiked a bit in the hills and looked down on the wilderness. We knew the park had horseback riding, but we didn’t expect to see wild horses. This is what Teddy Roosevelt said about them: In a great many – indeed, in most – localities there are wild horses to be found, which, although invariably of domestic descent, being either themselves runaways from some ranch or Indian outfit, or else claiming such for their sires and dams, yet are quite as wild as the antelope on whose domain they have intruded.


Wild horses roam the park. These look like descendants of horses from the 1800s.

The mule deer too were quite unafraid, standing right at the edge of the road, seemingly posing for photographs.


They don’t seem to be worried about hunters. We actually drove past this one four times.

As we were leaving, our new friends came to say goodbye.


The same horses we saw running in the hills earlier showed up again miles down the road.

The very last animal was the biggest of all.


This bison strolled along just a few feet from the car, like the prairie dogs, not interested in us. Good thing, because our car would have been no match.

Next we head to Yellowstone, the nation’s first park, which is filled with herds of bison, deer, and elk. Same old, same old…

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Big Animals, the 2017 Version

We’re on the road again, heading from New York to California. It’s been a while since we’ve updated our travel stories, but we came across a site that was so impressive the blog had to come out of retirement.

This is one of the top ten attractions near Bismarck North Dakota, although it is actually in Steele, over 40 miles from Bismarck.

It’s been in place since 1999 when local farmer and ironworker James Miller was enlisted to create a sculpture representing the bird life of the region.

Without further ado, here is Sandy. Tada!


So, do you think Sandy’s butt looks big in this color? Michael caught her best side.

Sandy is the world’s largest sand hill crane. She looks like she’s about 40 feet tall, but her smaller live cousins are 3 to 4 feet tall, with wingspan to 7 feet. These cranes—not this specific one, but the species—have existed on Earth for 2,500,000 years unchanged, the oldest living species of birds.

This area of Kidder County is “one of America’s premier birding hotspots,” with three Globally Important Bird Areas (GIBAs) and nesting spots for endangered piping plovers. They have grassland sparrows, raptors, waterfowl and shorebirds, with a stop for an avid birder. The cranes tend to visit glacial potholes. We’re moving from the glacial lakes of New York to the glacial potholes of North Dakota. We passed a number of these small lakes or ponds as we drove across the state.

The World’s Largest Sandhill Crane foundation maintains the site quite nicely. They also have a small garden showing some of the area’s native plants. Notice how old wine bottles are put to use for watering.


This grass is Side Oats Gramma, paired with Barefoot Sweet Red water.

Wait! There’s more! As we continued west through North Dakota we couldn’t miss Salem Sue, a giant Holstein cow guarding a hillside overlooking the highway and the small town of New Salem. She is 38 feet tall and 50 feet long, cost $40,000 to build in 1974 and is very lifelike, complete with dew claws above her hooves and ductwork on her udders. She honors the dairymen of the region. The high school sports teams are the mighty Holsteins.


We had holsteins on our farm when we were growing up. But our Bessie was never this big.


Notice the dew claws, the gray appendages on Sue’s hind legs (just behind Nancy’s calf. Oh, that’s a pun. Get it?)


Michael says you can never have too many big cow pictures. Here is Sue’s best side.

Sandy and Sue remind us of some of the big things we saw in Australia, as well as a tour we took with the kids and Gilda in 1998 from New York to the Midwest, stopping for photographs with every big animal we could find…and there were a lot. So many that the kids were a little tired of the whole idea by the time we reached Wisconsin. My mother’s cousin owned the Ellis Big Chicken Restaurant in Marinette. This was the end of the road for our big animal tour of 1998. None too soon as far as the kids were concerned.


Michael caught the kids’ best sides too.

Next we’re headed to the northern national parks and hope to see other big animals, only live.

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Our own private Finger Lake seaplane tour…It was great!

Since we bought our home on Keuka Lake in the late 1980s we’ve enjoyed cruising along the shoreline. Michael calls this a “real estate cruise.” Today we made the cruise with a different perspective, from 1,000 feet in the air.

The journey south from our house, way above our normal “flight path” by boat

At Harbor Lights Marina, just a hop and a skip from our home by seaplane, Andy and Bob have started the company Finger Lakes Seaplanes.

Harbor Lights Marina has always had a flag flying. Now it’s joined by a wind sock.

They offer customized air cruises over Keuka and beyond for up to three people at a time. These guys are both commercial seaplane pilots with more than 30 years of flight experience between them, very professional and personable at the same time. With lots of information about the area we were flying over, they provided a safe, informative and fun trip. Headphones included!

Michael, Chris, and Nancy ready for take-off

In our 30-minute voyage we flew the length of Keuka Lake, 21 miles between Hammondsport at the south end and Penn Yan at the north, then a hop over the bluff to Branchport and a cruise back down the west branch of our crooked lake. It was fantastic seeing some of our favorite lakeside sights with views we’ve never had before.

Hammondsport, from a whole new perspective

Here’s a perfect example. Back in the 1970s and early ’80s we visited the working Gold Seal Winery, a beautiful spot for a tasting right along the lake. Sadly, it closed in 1984. Built in the late 1800s, it’s now on the National Register of Historic Places (lots of info about Gold Seal there). For several years we heard that new owners were planning to renovate the site for a rebirth. We saw giant dumpsters filling with items to be removed. The building still looks whole from the road. However, look at this aerial shot and you’ll see that the roof has fallen in.

Gold Seal Winery, not quite ready for reoccupation

We love going to Hammondsport (America’s Coolest Small Town) and walking around our own version of Stars Hollow. (Catch up on Gilmore Girls if you don’t get the reference.) We have our favorite restaurant, bakery, and liquor store and our friends at the post office. The square hosts weekly Thursday night concerts and the annual craft sale, arts sale, and palette auction. From this perspective, it does look cool. It also looks so small!

Hammondsport Square. COOL!

Every year Michael gets a from-the-water vision of Keuka College when he participates in the Keuka Triathlon when the water is still in the low to mid-60s. Brr. But from this perspective, it’s a view of a lovely, peaceful campus centered on the pretty white Norton Chapel.

Keuka College

The go-kart track in Penn Yan is one of the first places Chris “drove a car,” probably almost 20 years ago. Today it has finally gone out of business, but it sure looks neat from above.

Go-kart track ready for someone to scoop it up and reopen for the next generation of racecar drivers in training.

Along the west shoreline is Camp Good Days and Special Times, a very special organization that provides camping experiences for kids with cancer. It started in 1979! From the road we see the pool, but the rest of the facilities—cabins, playground, mini-golf, beach, basketball courts, an iceberg float and lots of space to play—are hidden from view until you’re up in the air. Over its many years of service, the camp has helped more than 45,000 kids have special times on Keuka Lake.

Camp Good Days and Special Times

As we passed Pulteney we could see Gilded Grapes vineyard owned by our friends John and Pam Althouse. Some of their premium grapes end up in lovely white wines from Dr. Konstantin Frank. We’ve spent a couple hours with them helping with maintenance tasks on the vines: tying up shoots, removing excess leaves, adjusting support wires. Our contribution was minuscule, but John is out there every day, Pam most days too, doing the painstaking work that gives these grapes their perfect sweetness and acidity, taste and nose. Some years John gets help from Mother Nature with just the right amount of sun and rain. Other years, he loses a significant part of his crop to horrendous wintry freezes. Here’s a riddle from a vineyard owner. Question: How do you make a little money running a vineyard? Answer: Start with a lot of money!

Gilded Grapes, one of the best-kept vineyards on Keuka Lake!

Keuka is the Y-shaped Finger Lake, with the bluff coming down the middle of two branches. From our perspective on the western shore, we see the image of a wine bottle on its side. From the air, the bluff actually looks like an island rising out of the lake.

Keuka Lake’s Bluff

Just past the bluff we buzzed over Garrett Memorial Chapel where Liz and Jesse were married. From the water the chapel is virtually invisible as it is surrounded by lush forest. In fact, just small bits of the lake are visible in views looking out from the chapel. From the air we can easily tell that the chapel exists. It’s the rooftop at the bottom of this photo.

Garrett Chapel from the air

Interestingly, Andy is the brother of Art, who owns the Manor House where Liz and Jesse had their wedding reception. On the western hillside of Keuka is Heron Hill winery.  That smaller white Tudor house with a brown roof on the left? That’s the Manor House. (Click on the photo to blow it up.) Aah! Happy memories.

Heron Hill and Manor House

The plane is a Cessna 180 and it was manufactured in 1954. (Now don’t think that’s old. A lot of good things were born that year.) It looks so young and fresh because every 100 hours many key parts are inspected, tested, exchanged, etc. as required for commercial use. We had no hesitation on the airworthiness and seaworthiness of this craft. Don’t we look enthusiastic?

Chris and Nancy ready for our tour.

This is the first year of operation for Finger Lakes Seaplanes. They hung out their shingle just a few weeks ago and through word-of-mouth advertising they’re already getting as many as eight flights a day. We love seeing them fly past. This fall they’ll be offering rides at the fly-in for the Keuka Lakes Seaplane Homecoming. (Read about the 2016 seaplane homecoming here.)

Da Plane. I forgot to ask if it has a name…

We were so pleased to meet Andy and Bob. Their effort exemplifies what’s great about America. These two men spent years working at a craft building their skills, took some risk, and channeled their passion to create a business around something they love that provides a unique and valued service for their neighbors. Kudos to them!

This is a view from above of the famous USA sign planted by local Branchport farmers in September 2001 to honor victims of the 9/11 terrorist attacks.

Book a flight with Finger Lakes Seaplanes. Tell your friends. And ask Andy or Bob to dip a wing to say hello as they pass over our cové. We’ll be waving from the dock.

Our little bit of paradise along Keuka Lake

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Seaplanes in the Home of Naval Aviation: Hammondsport, New York

Every year we leave Keuka Lake soon after Labor Day. In our last days here, we participate in the second and final ring of fire of the season (bonfires and flares all around the lakeshore), we put away all our toys (kayaks, paddleboard, sailboat, glider—swing, not plane—grill, etc. Many hours of work!), we close the windows to get through the cold nights (so sad!) and we head off for parts unknown. This year is different. We’re headed to Alexandria, Virginia, to care for our new grandchild. (Yay!) We don’t start till October so we aren’t in a rush to get there and we’re not in a rush to leave. Finally we can enjoy a popular post-Labor Day event: the seaplane homecoming!


In this poster, the seaplane is heading south just beyond the bluff, about where our house is.

We rode our bikes to Hammondsport—still warm enough on September 17 for biking during the day. As we approached Depot Park at the bottom, as in south end, of the lake, we heard an announcer say, “This is the first time bombs will be dropped on Keuka Lake!” All of a sudden the event sounded very exciting. It turned out the bombs would be grapefruits—not explosive, but they still made big splashes visible from shore. The MC made another announcement. The first person who paid $50 to the Glenn Curtiss non-profit would have the chance to be a bombardier. Michael was too slow on the draw to snap that up; it was gone in an instant.


Bombardier heading for a seaplane. (Note the grapefruit “bombs” ready to be loaded.)

The planes flew toward town lining up between two orange buoys and then dropped the “bombs” to try to hit a target. Most of the grapefruit fell quite distant from the target. We heard an explanation from the announcer. “We civilian pilots aren’t used to throwing things out the windows of our planes.” That sounds appropriate. Who won? It was the volunteer bombardier. His bomb landed just six feet from the target.


A seaplane getting ready to taxi into the lake and take off.

After the bombing runs, the planes headed toward the beach, flying in and landing on their pontoons on the water. They dropped their wheels and with a final engine burst, they drove out of the lake onto the small beach. A couple planes needed a bit of help to maneuver into place, so folks in the crowd helped push. These planes are quite light.

Many of the pilots were friends, who meet up at fly-ins all over the East. Some were just coming from an event in North Carolina. Their planes had a lot of variety, with older Seabees on struts, some dual-prop (front and back) models, and even one that was built by the owner.


This SeaBee was built in 1946.

This small plane took 9 months to build.


Hard to tell it’s a seaplane. Where are the pontoons?



This Cessna took a pacifist role in the day’s event, not participating in the bombing. We see it often along the Keuka shoreline…and in the air.

While the pilots patiently shared information about their seaplanes and posed for photos, the rest of us lined up for pulled pork sandwiches, just like Charlotte! The fire department boat came out on the lake to demonstrate its amazing spray. We heard someone in the crowd ask, “How much water do they store on that boat?” We think he was being funny, but couldn’t be sure. (FYI The boat draws its water from the lake, just as we draw water for our home from the lake.)


Keuka’s fire department boat

It reminded us of the Jet d’Eau in Geneva, but with a sideways tilt.


Geneva’s Jet d’Eau

You might wonder why tiny Hammondsport would host this kind of event. It’s not because Hammondsport is the coolest small town in America (although it is!) It’s because Hammondsport is the home of naval aviation because Glenn Curtiss, the father of naval aviation, lived and worked here.


Glenn Curtiss, like the Wright brothers, was a local mechanic, repairing bicycles and small engines. He created his first flying machine, a dirigible powered by a motorcycle engine in 1904, some would say before Wilbur and Orville got off the ground. As the nation was preparing to join the war to end all wars, now known as World War I, Curtiss was preparing to fly across the Atlantic. In fact, we ran across the home of one of his fellow racers, Auguste Maicon, in Villefranche-sur-Mer.

By 1913, Curtiss had started training Yale aviators to fly the Curtiss Model E flying boat, truly an aviation wonder. Several years ago, seaplane enthusiasts restored one of the 100-year-old crafts and flew it over Keuka. Watch the Model E Flying Boat video at the Glenn Curtiss Museum. (You can even see the Keuka Maid dry-docked in the background.)

Visitors to the Glenn Curtiss Museum can see all of this information and plenty of artifacts related to seaplanes and much more. We’ve spent summers here since 1989 and we’ve yet to visit. Shame on us! Our friend and neighbor Julie went several times and created a blog post about the Glenn Curtiss Museum.

After the excitement of the afternoon, we rode our bikes home and were just in time to see the flyby. All the seaplanes flew up and down the lake, looking a bit like geese, almost in formation, as they said goodbye to summer.


The seaplane flyby

After I took this photo I opened my email and saw that I had won a prize from the summer reading program at Pulteney Library. There’s a kids’ program too, but I feel like a kid participating in this annual event. Other years I’ve won wine, custom pottery, marina gift cards, a bag of books, and more. My prize this year was two passes to the Glenn Curtiss Museum. Is that a coincidence or what? We will visit next summer for sure.

We went for our last swim today, September 25, and the water in Keuka Lake was still 72 degrees, much more comfortable than we expected it to be. As I write this note, we’re driving to Alexandria to start the next chapter in our lives with our grandson, the current and future aviator.


Our little Keuka aviator on his first flight, with Mom as copilot (and engine).

Post Script (I’m not getting this posted until Nov!): A month has flown by. We’ve had four weeks of bonding with this little guy. He’s adorable! And during that time, he’s flown to three different states and a foreign country. Following in Glenn Curtiss’s tracks, or contrails, for sure!




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Trixie Belden and the Mystery of the Weird Structure

Our Keuka neighbor Julie and I went on a short hike on the Finger Lakes Trail south of Hammondsport NY. Julie had just returned from a 100-mile hike on the Appalachian Trail through Shenandoah National Park, but this was going to be just 3 miles—more my speed, or rather distance. Julie is an expert planner for outings like this. Read about her approach on her PlanPackGo site. Following her advice I put on some Off bug spray to keep the mosquitoes, gnats, black flies and other pests away.


Notice the Chinese writing on our can. This is Off from our time in Hong Kong, 1995 to 2001. Despite being almost as old as Patrick, it still worked.

During our hiking chatter we found out that in our youth we were both Trixie Belden fans. Nothing like a good mystery! If you don’t know the name, Trixie and rich girl neighbor Honey inhabited a parallel universe with Nancy Drew. They lived in upstate New York and found more jewel thieves, antique thieves, and all-around bad guys than you can find in Chicago today. In every book Trixie, Honey, and the Bob Whites solved a mystery, escaped some danger, and were exceptionally conscientious about doing their chores at home.

So we happened upon a mystery that Trixie and Honey would have spent a full book solving. This is it. What is it?


Very odd to see this kind of standalone structure at the top of a hill in the middle of nowhere.

Spoiler Alert: The answer is coming. Scroll to the comments and make a guess before you keep reading.

Our first guess was a drying rack, possibly for hops. This wasn’t all that likely since there wasn’t any hops in sight. Maybe we were just thirsty and thinking about having a beer. (These photos are hops from our trip to Washington/Oregon last year.)

Maybe the mystery structure was for drying marijuana, although the area seemed too exposed for something that is still so illegal. Tobacco? That doesn’t grow this far north. And where are the crop fields? Of course it could have been a drying rack for clothes. But as we got closer it seemed obvious that it was too large and too high, not to mention too far away from a house, to serve this purpose.

We continued on and found another clue. This blue stone, obviously manmade, was just off a trail at the edge of a field in the middle of nowhere near a wooded area. It could have been a piece for a mancala game or a collapsed marble or a decorative stone used for flower arranging. But why here?


Not a diamond, as in Trixie Belden and the Gatehouse Mystery, but a blue stone.

At the top of a hill was a very nice bench with a spot overlooking a small lake next to a farm. Several colored flags stood in a circle. Another piece of the mystery.


Beautiful spot to rest. What’s with the flags?

Trixie and Honey probably would have figured out everything from these clues, but we were stumped. We decided to take the easy way: Walk down to the farmhouse and simply ask. No one seemed to be around until we poked our heads into a greenhouse and met Kevin O’Brien, who explained it all.


Kevin O’Brien wearing a Wegmans apron.

Kevin was tending microgreens (which looked delicious). For eight years, he’s worked on this site, which includes an organic farm, Thunder Mountain Foods. They provide microgreens and wheatgrass across upstate New York (including our favorite store Wegmans) AND they have a CSA, with an option to do a work share: Work at the farm for a few hours a week and take home fresh organic produce. We’re on it for next summer!


Microgreens in the greenhouse just beginning to grow when the rest of the area’s crops are at the end of the season.

That didn’t clear up the mystery of the odd structure, but Kevin explained the second function of the site, hosting PeaceWeavers, a community formed when the drums of war beat in the 1990s for Operation Desert Storm in the Middle East. The group’s spirituality draws on Buddhism and Lakota Native American tradition. The sanctuary hosts retreats, seasonal gatherings, and in some years a natural building colloquium, NBC.

Among other materials, the natural building process uses mud and straw.


Which little pig built a house of mud and straw?

On this hot day, it was cool and pleasant inside. One mystery was solved as well.


The blue stone is one of the decorative pieces placed in the mud.

The group built a meeting house several years ago, a Round House.


Inside the meeting house, very cozy.

Nearby is one of the simplest and most essential structures, an outhouse.


All it needs is a half-moon cutout on the canvas door.

The retreat includes a sweat lodge, although with the hot weather this summer, a fire in an enclosed structure wasn’t really needed to work up a good sweat.


Sweat lodge looking in


Sweat lodge inside

We found out the flags we had seen above the lake were part of a medicine circle. Finally we came back to the mysterious structure. Its function became more clear when we saw the fire pit at the center. When PeaceWeavers hosts events, the structure becomes a shaded arbor. Pine boughs are placed on the overhead lattice and participants gather in the shade while the group creates a sacred circle for silent meditation. Mystery solved!


Imagine a group of like-minded folks weaving a circle of peace around the mysterious structure.


Here they are! The Peace Weavers (Photo from their website)

We were happy to find such an interesting spot. You don’t have to travel around the world to find something worth visiting.



Our return home brought even more surprises. Who would have thought that smelly old shoes could be repurposed as containers for succulents?


This is only about 10% of the garden of hens and chicks in shoes. Note the greenery popping out of the roller blade.

We may have stumbled on the world’s smallest church, on Robbins Road outside Bath.


Where is the rest of the church?

We ran into Jim Robbins (yes, related to the road), who explained what we were seeing. At one time, in fact for over 100 years, a Methodist church stood on this site. Some time after the church roof fell in, the building was removed but the steeple was left standing. This wasn’t dropped from a rooftop; it is the original position of the steeple. Jim and his family plan to repair the steeple, probably next year. We’ll be back to take a look.


Foundation stone inside the steeple

Julie and I enjoyed our outing so much that we’ve decided to write a book together about Keuka Lake. Watch for its publication next summer!

Meanwhile, Michael and I still have more to publish from our trip this spring, specifically Mexico. That will come soon.




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