Tiahuanaco

In the centuries before the Incan rose to stature, there was the Tiahuanaco society. Located in western Bolivia, at the shores of Lake Titicaca, this ancient civilization created monuments to the heavens, the earth and the underworld. As the oldest and most advanced people, it developed advances in metallurgy, farming, and art. Tiahuanaco had a class system…. Aymaran were farmers, others were tradesmen, still more were trading goods with other people and all the way up to the elite-the authority figures. The elite class would receive tributes from each of the lower classes, and they would have stored food and goods to trade.

The archeologist told us that due to environmental changes, the farmers could no longer create enough food to feed the 50,000 – 90,000 people who lived in Tiahuanaco. Chaos reigned, and the society began to fall apart. He theorized the traveling trades people could share with the elite that conditions were better several hundred miles to the north (near Cusco Peru), so the elite took their gold ornaments (wealth) and their successful ideas of managing large groups of people (authority) north and became the the leaders of the Incan society. Recent archeological discoveries show the two sites share art symbols, and pottery designs. The carbon dating of the two groups of artifacts show more interesting links.

This is real history, the archeologist said the history channel created a show about all of this, so now the History Channel geek squad is on the hunt. Except the part about aliens.

Isla del Sol, Bolivia

Isla del Sol (“Island of the Sun”) is the largest island on Lake Titicaca, and part of Bolivian territory and an ancient holy site of the Inca. Inca legend says that the bearded god who created the universe, emerged from the waters of Lake Titicaca and created the sun at this location. Lake Titicaca is split between Bolivia and Peru, we stayed on Bolivian side, but not far from Peru.

We did this as a day trip, the bus from La Paz takes about 3 hours, and once we reach the first crossing of the lake (there is not a bridge) the bus must travel separately from the passengers while crossing the narrow straight on Lake Titicaca. Then bus another 50 minutes and you arrive at Copacabana. The boat ride to Isla Del Sol takes another hour and a half from Copacabana. The life in the island is tranquil, there is no noise, no motorized traffic and no rubbish on the streets (which is rare for Bolivia). The high altitude in Copacabana, makes hiking more difficult. Our overnight accommodation was “up” the 200+ stairs built in the 1400’s. You can read into that. . . . . Crooked, uneven, worn, at various heights and darn steep. After stopping numerous times to get our breath, adjust the backpack, or still the pounding of our hearts, the guide said he will try and find an easier way to catch the boat home. (His tip went up with those wise words.) Then we trekked another mile or so on a narrow track to our new home.

We really enjoyed the island and its relationship with Tiahuanaco. (See tomorrow’s adventure.) and hearing the history of the Incan from an Aymaran person (our guide). Aymaran people were the agricultural predecessors to the Inca people. They were in place 10,000 years before the Inca rose in stature. The Isla Del Sol, is from oral tradition, the place where the Inca civilization was born. Several temples were erected and encrusted with gold and silver as a thanks to the gods, however, these were all looted by the Spanish in the 1500’s and only niches and basic stone work remain today.

We then returned to Copacabana, and our guide wanted us to see the Franciscan church there, it turned out to be a festival at the church and in the courtyard, so it was all rather exciting

Northern Argentina Bodegas

Cafayate has a laid-back rhythm, colonial style, and wine cellars (bodegas) open to the public and is what attracted us to this town located in northern Argentina.

Located at 1,660 m above sea level, Cafayate is well known because of its famous torrontes wine product of the exquisite combination of temperature and humidity that provides the ideal environment to the growth of the sweet and deep fruit flavor.

Although we did not visit all the bodegas, we did make it to 2 or 3 each day for our 5 days in this area.  Bodegas with Palm trees.   One wine tasting included a great lunch with a bottle of wine, and a long afternoon nap. Another day we drove south of Cafayate and found a beautiful winery and guest house, we had a bottle of white wine with our queso and pan, and a long afternoon nap (siesta). Our favorite was Bodega Nanni, a vineyard with organic wine. We liked this one so much we brought a couple bottles back to Bolivia for thanksgiving. The naps really help because people in this part of the world do not eat dinner until 8 or 9.

Driving to Cafayate, you drive thru a canyon filled with red rocks, similar to those found in Utah along the Colorado River. Yet different, another Colorado River runs through this canyon as well.

The Estancia el Bordo de Las Lanzas

We really like Argentina! Staying at an Estancia (horse ranch), reminded David of his youth where his family vacationed at the Malibu Dude Ranch.

Riding Peruvian horses, led by a true Argentine gaucho, was really a treat. The horses were so well mannered and easy to ride. One of the 10 children is a vet (he lives there part time) says they still raise and breed the ponies from the lines his father and grandfather had used. This was a place steeped in history, in family, and in comfort.

The Cornejo family bought the property in 1609, and have been working the land ever since. The current head of agriculture, and one of the owners, Augustino, invited us to lunch (an assado, an Argentine bbq) on the back patio, one day and explained the history. A few weeks ago we saw the rich mountain in Potosi, from which the Spanish had extracted silver for years. Moving the silver to market safely was an issue, as well as finding food to feed the workers. One solution was to move the Potosi silver to Salta, Argentina and then load the llamas with food for the return trip. To support that endeavor, the great grandfather X generations ago was given a large swath of land, which he could pay off by by providing food for miners. And the family lives and works in the area today. We met mama, and 4 of her 10 children who lived in the house until 20 years ago.

It is now a bed and breakfast, and mom and available kids (grandkids) come on Sunday afternoons to enjoy lunch, their swimming pool and keep their fingers on the life of the ranch. It is just beautiful. A large central courtyard, way lots of bedrooms, gardens, covered patios, horse stables, mountain bikes, traditional dancing from town kids, great food and wine, and just a place to chill for a few days.

Riding the Peruvian horses, led by a true Argentine gaucho, was really a treat. The horses were so well mannered and easy to ride. One of the 10 children is a vet (he lives there part time) says they still raise and breed the ponies from the lines his father and grandfather had used. This was a place steeped in history, in family, and in comfort. I think we really like Argentina.

Salta – hello Argentina

Salta is a fair-sized city, we really liked it a lot. Our hotel was centrally located, and the room was huge. The roads were paved, everything was clean, and people were friendly. Most days we walked around town, thru parks, in and out of museums and always to a steak dinner. We extended our stay. We saw churches, got our laundry done and discovered empanadas and Argentinian wine. Then we planned the rest of our Argentinian journey.

One of the must do’s in Salta is to visit the Museum of High Altitude Archaeology (MAAM). It details the discovery of three children who were tributes to the gods. They were frozen, in place, 500 years ago on Llullaillaco, Argentina. There are three mummies are exhibited in rotating fashion, so as not to expose any of the mummies for too long a time at once. Mummies are typically rotated in the exhibit every six months.

Llullaillaco is a potentially active stratovolcano at the border of Argentina (Salta Province) and Chile. It lies in the Puna de Atacama, a region of very high volcanic peaks on a high plateau within the Atacama Desert, one of the driest places in the world. It is the fourth highest volcano in the world, and it is also the seventh highest mountain of the Andes. It has been confirmed that Incas climbed Llullaillaco in the pre-Columbian period. Artifacts on the summit constitute the highest evidence of human presence worldwide.

The mummies are those of a teenage girl, nicknamed La doncella (“the maiden”), a young boy, and a six-year-old girl, nicknamed La niña del rayo (“the lightning girl”). The latter’s nickname reflects the fact that sometime during the 500-year period the mummy spent on the summit, it was struck by lightning, partially burning the preserved body and some of the ceremonial artifacts left with the mummies.

Next stop: We rented a car to drive to our next stop, an Estancia (horse ranch) about an hours drive to the northeast of Salta.

Tupiza, Bolivia – Farewell Bolivia

Tupiza represents the gateway for the southern portion of the popular tourist trek in SW Bolivia. The road between Uyuni and Tupiza is not paved and very rough. The reason is, it passes over the mountain and rains and bad weather creates a rutted, washboard, dusty mess. So we took the train, a superior option. The train departed Uyuni at 9:30pm and arrived in Tupiza at 3am. Instead of taking a taxi for the 1/2 mile to the hotel we chose to walk on streets unknown. It was dark and not many folks on the street, with google maps in hand we arrived safely at the hotel 15 minutes later.

We listened to music in the park as well talking to tour companies.  We did not want the “shared dorm space without showers” option must companies were offering, so we went there hoping for an alternative. We did not find an option for a reasonable price. We opted for a day tour, and of course saw lots of tourism posters on what we would miss. There is a similar view if you have been to Utah, Arizona or Colorado. Finally, we decided just to pass on the option, and travel to Argentina early.

Uyuni Bolivia Salt Flats

Almost all reviews of the 4 day Salt Flat tours have two things in common: the scenery is amazing and the nights are freezing cold in the desert. The tour companies built dorms in the desert to house their guests . . . . One room for each tour group, given 4-6 guests per car there are 6 beds in a room. And you continue this for three nights in a row. Not really our best option.
There is a luxury option . . . Staying in luxury hotels in the desert but that tour was $1,000 USD each for three nights. Not really a good option either. So we are making our own tour.

Here in Uyuni, we joined a group for a day tour and at the end of the day, we slept in a luxury hotel made of salt. First we went to the train cemetery. When Bolivia had mining as a major export, the trains would carry ore, now they are rusting in the desert. The salt flats were amazing. The encompass hundreds of thousands square kilometers with an island of green in the middle. The island is called fish island, and it is a raised area covered in cactus. And around is nothing, pure emptiness except for salt. The educational posters explain that once the area was a large, shallow, salt lake but the water evaporated away leaving only salt. You can see the salt grains shimmering in one picture. In summer (December to February) the rains fill each of the multi sided troughs and the water reflects the sky, much like a puddle and the photographic effects can be amazing. Near one edge was a volcano and the area below is a fertile valley. We saw flamingos and llamas, and in general had a lovely day and saw all we had hoped.

The driver dropped us at Hotel de Sal Luna Salada. The outside walls are waterproof, but all inside walls are made of salt bricks from the flats. Walls, furniture, tables everything! Each couple has a room with heated sleeping quarters and across the hall a series of solar salons to relax in. (More Heat). They had a viewing platform to photograph the sunset, and a roaring fire in the dining room. David said he saw a sign to not lick the furniture —- really! Yuk!!!

We are “stuck” in Uyuni today because the onward train does not leave until after supper. It will take us to the southern portion of the route where another day tour and we will hopefully complete the circuit. Meanwhile, we submitted our laundry, caught up on the blog and and drank coffee today, A productive day.

 

Potosi – A Rich Mountain and Day of the Dead

Potosí is a city and the capital of the department of Potosí in Bolivia. It is one of the highest cities in the world by elevation at a nominal 4,090 metres (13,420 ft).  For centuries, it was the location of the Spanish colonial mint.

Potosi, the mountain town, is why the Spanish invaded Bolivia. The Spanish were looking for riches, and one night while sleeping on the ground at high altitude, they built fires to keep themselves warm. In the morning, they put out the fires and noticed a liquid at the base of the fire (silver). This mine has been mined for silver for nearly 450 years, and our guide tells us that a bridge could be built from Bolivia to Spain with the silver taken by the Spanish. We went into the mine, with a Quencha woman, who explained the miners have a strong belief in the old god, Mother Earth Pachamama, who protects them. Pachamama is given tributes daily from all who enter her domain, this includes us. So we walk into the mine, and saw the veins of silver still running thru the rock, the small ore carts that bring the ore to the staging area where it is graded and the horrible conditions that the miners work in. Of course we had to pay the tribute to Pachamama, but did not manage to chew any coco leaves.

The mine was very quiet that day. It was an extended holiday in Bolivia, celebrating the Day of the Dead. Halloween, All Saints and All Souls. (October 31, Nov 1 and Nov 2, respectively) All Souls has an ancient tradition among indigenous people here, where they spend the day in the cemetery visiting with those who have pre-deceased them. It involves flowers, and food, and of course, music. We went to one of the town cemeteries, where approximately a thousand people people were milling around. In their family crypt, visiting with relatives — some families had food, others sponsored bands to play music. It was not festive, but rather like a giant family reunion, and including previous generations. For those families with a recent passing, (since last years day of the dead) they would place a small alter in their home and light candles and pay tribute their recent loss. We saw a couple of these, but felt awkward taking photos.

Sucre, Bolivia

We only passed thru La Paz (plans are to return for a Thanksgiving) and moved onto the historical capital of Sucre. In colonial days, the very wealthy, very educated people lived in Sucre instead of La Paz because Sucre is at a lower elevation (9400′) and much sunnier and warmer. It has palm trees! It was wonderful to meander in the parks (no coats), take a city walking tour . . . . We went through the market, the center of every town. Because of the warm climate, they have fresh tropical fruit every day. (And fresh squeezed options every morning, yummy). The guide explained that the religion here involves a combination of Catholic and Quencha traditions. Every region attends every other regions fair. There are many celebrations at the fair, but one consists of a parade through town. Participants from a region wear a mask specific to their region and parade ends at the church. Apparently, these are very long parades (the largest is 90,000 people)The masks are used only once, and in Sucre a mask museum memorializes this tradition and displays some of the masks. Since we were there on Halloween, it seemed appropriate and kind of cool to photograph the masks.

The walking tour ended with beers and a drinking game. The game goes like this: Given a cup of coins, and a 10 foot distance, you need to toss coins into the frogs mouth. If you missed the mouth, the coin falls into other slots on the table, but worth lesser points as it distances from the frog mouth. Coins are worth nothing if you overshoot or undershoot the table. The person with the lowest combined score paid the bar tab. David scored a respectable 50 points; Karen lost the entire drinking game (an over shooter by training) and picked up the tab for the whole group. 30 Bolivian BOBS!! approximately $4 USD. Things are kind of cheap here.

 

 

Santiago, Chile

We found Victor on the Internet and I am so glad we did. In a building across from Santa Lucia park, in downtown Santiago, Victor owns/lets 8 apartments. There are amazing views from our balcony! He has allowed us to book for our different intervals and more importantly, maintain a duffel in the building when we are gone. That duffel allows us to choose clothes for each segment, for backpacker clothes in Bolivia, for the very cold of Patagonia to the very warm temperatures we will encounter in our South American summer. Much less the formal nights for the Christmas and New Year holidays onboard ship.

We found concerts in the park and a wonderful museum of pre-Columbian art on our own in Santiago, along with learning their subway system. We found an operator who used e-bikes to lead tours of the city park system. We loved every minute of the tour because when it was hilly you had additional assistance in climbing. We saw the city from the highest point, where there is a statue to the Virgin Mary. We bicycled through the sculpture parks, and the city park busy with families on a Sunday afternoon. We travelled 17 miles and were not exhausted at all. This could be life changing. We had some long rides in mind (Spain, Germany, France) but hesitated with the wear and tear factor. This is a game changer.


The South America Adventure, an overview

For us the best way to offset the high cost of airfare is to put together several trips. Using Santiago as a hub, we are touring Bolivia, Northern Argentina, and northern Chile as a circuit. The Bolivia side of Lake Titicaca, the great salt flats and the wine country will take us a month to move through. Leaving from Santiago again, we will go south to Patagonia and Torres Del Paine National Park and the Glaciers National Park in Argentina and some penguin viewing will be another couple weeks. Leaving from Santiago the final time, by ship, we will finally be able to see Antartica. The 21 day cruise will spend a few days near the Antarctic peninsula but does not “land” there. We finish in Buenos Aires and will stay in Argentina another 10 days or so before the caravan life beckons again.

The Transition – 2015

Of course, given the opportunity, we would be in kayak or bike, or visiting someplace new. “We can update the blog at night” but night time would find us asleep in our chairs or too tired to think much. We were headed to the big Keystone Montana rally in Goshen, Indiana when Megan joined us on our journeys as an angel. We did attend the last couple days of the rally and the Keystone factory repaired a few warranty items that had made themselves known as we rumble down the road. We moved thru St Louis and spent time with both sides of our family, always healing. Then to Nashville and an evening at the Grand Ole Opry with my sister Gemma who lives a few hours away. We finished in south Atlanta where we spent our week cleaning, waxing, closing down and winterizing all the vehicles. They live in storage there until we return in late January.

End of summer – 2015

AD4DA628-BADB-4BB8-B092-3A7D565D29F7The summers goal was to circle Lake Superior. We spent more than a two months in Minnesota alone, then Wisconsin and both upstate and downstate Michigan. We ducked into Canada on either side of Lake Superior: Thunder Bay and Sault Ste Marie, Ontario. The entire journey was 4,500 miles on the truck and many more on the car since we considered side trips the stuff of life.

Summer always goes by too quickly. The opportunity to do something outside, with the sun on your face and wind providing a cool alternative. Caravan life is perfect for summer. We would enjoy the landscape, paddle the course of the river, explore the small towns, have a campfire, check out the stars, then moved the rig and do it all over again. The journey this summer was one of the best summers I can remember in my whole life.

The waterways were amazing. Never saw the Great Lakes so completely, we followed Lakes Superior, Michigan and Huron. We had many adventures from the water perspective: in Picture Rocks National Park, in Isle Royal National Park, in bicycling along the waters edge, in camping directly on the shores of Lake Superior for a week in Grand Marais, MN.

We discovered the joys of the rail to trail system for bicycling, fully utilized in this part of the country since the iron ore mines were closed. The hardwood trees, and the density of the forests reminded me of my origins in upstate New York. The trail system is a smart use of resources and good for your health. It almost always is near a Dairy Queen ice cream store, a plus when you are thirsty after a long ride.

The people were so friendly, the river access points were well signed, the scenery was beautiful, and it was a summer to remember.

My Little Girl – Megan Elise

How your life can change in an instant. Life changed for me exactly one month ago, September 20, 2015

Shortly after her birth on November 7, 1979, Megan moved to a foster home in Denver. She lived in a foster home while social services searched for an adoptive home. She was a little over two years old when she was introduced to Deborah and I.   It was love at first sight between Megan and her new adoptive to-be parents; we felt a true connection. We met several times; each meeting was longer, and included our taking Megan to the Denver Zoo. What a feeling we had, embracing potential, becoming parents, becoming a family!

We knew from that first day. Megan would be ours. The Miracle of Adoption was successful as we adopted her in early 1982. She was 2 ½ years old.

As Megan became a young lady, she had a great talent to write poetry and her desire to help anyone in need. She always had a great smile and that eager to help.

On September 20, 2015, the lord took her from us: her family; her friends; all those she loved; and those that loved her. As we reflect on her short amazing life, we will miss her smile and kindness.

Megan Elise – November 7, 1979 – September 20, 2015.

You will be missed and I will always love you,

Dad

A Little Bit of Culture

With having kayaked nearly 100 miles on rivers and lakes, and bicycled over 300 miles on rail trails, it was time to get some culture  in Minneapolis (MSP), MN.  The RV park is in Prior Lake, a suburb of MSP and on the Dakota reservation and casino.  Yes, David lost but Karen won.

Other cultural events attended was Mall of America; Costco; the Uptown Annual Art Fair; and the Shakopee Mdewakanton Sioux Community Wacipi (Pow Wow) .

We attended the Grand Entry for a Pow Wow just minutes from our RV Park.   You can see from the pictures, it was colorful, loud, multi-generational.  Also it was enriching to see such expression of pride, culture and a sense of belonging and community everywhere around me. It was especially wonderful to see young children participate with such enthusiasm, after all these kids will take this forward and keep the culture alive.

Pow Wows are the Native American people’s way of meeting together, to join in dancing, singing, visiting, renewing old friendships, and making new ones. The pow wow is a method to renew Native American culture and preserve the rich heritage of American Indians.

There are several different stories of how the pow wow was started. One belief is when the Native American tribes were forced onto reservations, the government also forced them to have dances for the public to come and see.  Before each dance they were lead through the town in a parade, which is the beginning of the Grand Entry.

A pow wow session begins with the Grand Entry, during which all the dancers line up by dance style and age. They then enter the arena while the host drum sings a special song. Normally, the first in are veterans carrying flags and eagle staffs, followed by the head dancers, then the dancers follow in a specific order. Pow wow singers are very important figures in the Native American culture. Without them there would be no dancing. The songs are of many varieties, from religious to war to social.

Many of the various types of dances performed at a pow wow are descended from the dances of the Plains tribes of Canada and the United States. Besides those for the opening and closing of a pow wow session, the most common is the intertribal, where a drum will sing a song and anyone who wants to can come and dance.

David has a date with an old friend

Arriving in small towns, we seek out a live theater with local performers. One play was Avenue Q in Duluth,MN that was outstanding. Think of Avenue Q like Sesame Street for grown ups. The actors playing the puppets remain on stage throughout the entire show, and react to their puppets and mimic their actions. It’s a super fast moving show, and was really fun to watch.

Situated at the westernmost point of the Great Lakes on the north shore of Lake Superior, Duluth, MN is accessible to oceangoing vessels from the Atlantic Ocean 2,300 miles (3,700 km) away via the Great Lakes Waterway and the Saint Lawrence Seaway. Lake Superior is the largest freshwater lake in the world by surface area.

Duluth, MN forms a metropolitan area with Superior, WI called the Twin Ports. The cities share the Duluth –Superior harbor and together are the Great Lakes’ largest port transporting coal, iron ore (taconite), and grain.

David got reacquainted with an old friend in Superior, WI, and took her out over Lake Superior. This old friend was a 1978 Cessna 172 that he had owned for several years in the late 1970’s and early 1980’s.

Our next two stops, after departing Duluth, was in Hayward, WI and Taylor Falls MN. Our friends from Denver, Julie and Carl joined us as we tubed down a river and kayaked the St. Croix River.

North Shore Lake Superior

We stayed in a town on the north shore called Grand Marais, MN. This town is the eastern and southern end of the Boundary Waters Canoe Area and the Gunflint Trail. We happily enjoyed more, great kayaking on beautiful interconnected lakes, then, we stopped at a full service lodge for a hearty late lunch; the best of both worlds. Trappers and early settlers used the Gunflint Trail for hundreds of years to bring their pelts to trading forts on Lake Superior.

Just up the road was a living history museum dedicated to the voyageurs. Live historians still man the trading fort, in character, explaining how canoe routes then land portages (like the Gunflint Trail) ran from Hudson Bay or NW Territories to the Great Lakes to Montreal, then onward to Europe where those tall black, beaver felt hats were made. The first nations people reenacted their shelter creation (birch bark logons), and creating fire with the rubbing of two sticks. All of it was educational and just fun.

I have to mention the people. We stayed for two weeks because of a medical issue. The doctors speak about their choice to participate in rural health care. I did not realize that meant they call you, to see how you are improving, or the pharmacist gives you his card and lets you know he is on 24 hour call. Or the campground hosts worked very, very hard to fit your unexpected extension into their space available.

When we were cleared to leave and after seeing the sights and kayaking the wonderful lakes we departed for Thunder Bay Canada where we stayed for 3 nights before heading back to the US for Duluth, MN.

 

 

Call of the Loon

While kayaking the lakes we often heard the call of the loons. Click on link to hear these calls. The eerie calls of Common Loons echo across clear lakes of the northern wilderness. Summer adult loons are regally patterned in black and white. In winter, they are plain gray above and white below, and you’ll find them close to shore on most seacoasts and a good many inland reservoirs and lakes. Common Loons are powerful, agile divers that catch small fish in fast underwater chases. They are less suited to land, and typically come ashore only to nest.call of the Loon.

Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness

The Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness, is a 1,090,000-acre wilderness area within the Superior National Forest in northeastern Minnesota. We based ourselves in Ely, Minnesota to explore the central Boundary Waters Canoe area, and Grand Marais for the Gunflint section of the wilderness. Partially because you needed a GPS to ensure you came out where you went into the lake; and mostly because David has a new Garmin GPS watch, I can accurately report that all together we kayaked 37.5 miles in about 7 excursions into the park.

1,000 lakes lie within the wilderness of the protected area. Canada joins this vast lake country wilderness with another 1.2 million acres and another thousand lakes. This is Mecca for paddlers., very serene and quiet with the exception of the sounds of loons.  The labyrinth of waterways was long used by the fur traders to bring their pelts to market.

Each day, we simply chose another lake that had a public access point and completed the required BLM permit. Although we chose day trips, you could feel the excitement as groups would be paddling off with the canoes stocked with food and sundries for their week long excursion.  Some groups chose to use a canoe taxi and paddle one direction.  Then further on you would find another group looking towards the take out point, with visions of showers and comfy beds to look forward to.

When off the lakes we enjoyed cruising around town, visiting the wolf center, having late lunches in the magnificent log lodges alongside the lakes open to commercial outfitters. The scenery was amazing, green, dense, variegated, wild and endless. There are too few places to experience such vast peaceful space, We feel very lucky that we did.

Happy Anniversary, July 11

Karen and I celebrated our 11th wedding anniversary on July 11. It has been truly wonderful and a blessing. When looking back on that day we met 14 years ago we discussed every thing from retirement to traveling. I had 5 more years before retirement and Karen 9 years.  Now both being retired, we are full time travelers.

When we first met, Karen was planning a solo trip to Peru that included hiking the Inca Trail to Machu Picchu. After a few months of dating, we discussed the possibility of me joining her.   I did some Internet searching and purchased airline tickets to Lima where I joined her a few days after her arrival. She met me at the airport with flowers and from that day on there was no looking back.

The maps in this blog post contain pins where we have been in the last 14 years.   We sold our house in Aurora, CO in May of 2012 and have been full time travelers since.  We alternate travel with our RV (Camp Casa) for 4 months somewhere in North America and 4 months in a destination over seas.

It has been a wonderful 14 years and look forward to many more years of traveling with my partner, friend, and wife.

 

A Superior Wilderness Experience!

Isle Royale, a rugged, isolated island, far from the sights and sounds of civilization. In the northwest corner of Lake Superior the Isle is surrounded by Lake Superior, Isle Royale offers unparalleled solitude and adventures for backpackers, hikers, boaters, kayakers, canoeists and scuba divers. Here, amid stunning scenic beauty. It is one of Michigan’s 5 National Parks, and one of the very few island national parks in the United States. It is mostly a spectacular north woods wilderness.

Visitors traveling to this Island paradise must arrive by boat or seaplane.  Transportation services depart from Houghton, Michigan, Copper Harbor, Michigan and Grand Portage, Minnesota.  Our ferry trip is a long one, some 55 miles from Grand Portage MN. But that’s the only transportation service from Minnesota. The Voyager II makes twice weekly crossings in just over 2 hours – then another 5 hours following the northern contour of the island from west to east dropping off (or picking up) canoeists, backpackers and finally passengers, to the one developed area of the island, the Rock Harbor Entrance.   At Rock Harbor, there’s the Rock Harbor Lodge offering cabins and motel-style rooms. The Lodge, owned by Forever Resorts, has a dining room and grill that are open to all island visitors and also operates a Marina, General Store, and other amenities.  The U.S. National Park Service operates Rock Harbor Visitors Center who collects a $4/day fee for each visitor on the island (David’s senior National Park Pass was not accepted).

Except for the small-developed area of Rock Harbor, the island is entirely wilderness.  It’s a huge island. Isle Royale is 45 miles long and about 10 miles wide. It’s the second largest island in the Great Lakes. Isle Royale is home to 1200 moose, 3 wolves and many loons.   We didn’t see any moose.  It’s a wilderness and hence much more rugged and pristine, the vegetation is incredibly thick. This makes it one of the most unusual places in North America, a spectacular and rugged Great Lakes wilderness that’s very close to America’s heartland.

David and I took a nice hike exploring along the shore of this great island, where we came across a number of beautiful scenes in the moderately foggy conditions on an Isle Royale summer afternoon. The day we embarked from Grand Portage the fog was thick; rolling in and out all day along Isle Royale, and open Lake Superior was fogged in tight throughout the day. That is dense fog hugging the shore in the distance of the photo, though you can hardly see that it’s there. It’s the absence of the horizon that indicates the fog’s presence.

We took local boat transport supported by NPS interpretative Rangers to outer islands to visit lighthouses, and learn about historic fishing enterprises and an active moose research station.

The fog lifted during our first of 3 nights staying on the island. The remaining time on the island was sunny and mild with the water temperature reported to be 37 degrees. The spring flowers are in bloom along the trail, making the way even more beautiful.  The water environment is excellent for breeding mosquitoes and biting black flies.  They aren’t too bad near the beach because of prevailing winds, but inland trails are thick with them.  The solution is a head net as modeled by Karen. It’s must be pretty bad when you see all the hikers wearing them.  Karen must have gotten a dozen bites on the back of her neck before giving in and wearing the fashionable green netting.

Turtle Races; Paul Bunyan; Mississippi River Headwaters

Nisswa MN is celebrating their 53rd turtle racing season. How do the turtle races work? Racers gather in the center circle and release their turtles when a whistle blows. We watch while the turtles make their way to the outer circle. The first turtle to the outside ring wins! The races, held every Wednesday, attract about 400 people a week. Despite my pre race “chat” and the mid race water dousing, my little green friend took a few s-l-o-w steps and watched the race very close to the starting line . . . . . TWICE. Both of my races resulted in terrible results. Thank goodness there was an A&W root beer float as a consolation prize.

And if that wasn’t kitschy enough . . . .

We bicycled on the Paul Bunyan bicycle trail to visit a 30 and 1/2 foot tall Paul Bunyan statue just to sit in the palm of his hand. Many towns claim to be the birthplace of this north woods “giant” and it is curious to see how he and his sidekick blue or are celebrated. But the real celebration was that bike rides here in Minnesota are epic. There are literally hundreds of miles of “rail to trail” systems which are maintained as state parks. They are maintained, mowed, signed, and within a 3% grade because of train constraints. They are paved over a thick rail bed so there are no frost heaves. This day was a 27 mile ride and we are certainly enjoying this bike friendly place.

And finally, we found the headwaters and first trickle of the Mississippi River at Itaska State Park. We learned “Mississippi” is an Indian word that means water that covers a large area, so I guess they named that right. We learned that a drop of water that enters the Mississippi at Itaska State Park travels for 90 days before it arrives in Gulf of Mexico. The river was 2 feet wide and perhaps 1 foot deep, perfect for little kids on a hot summers day.

Kayaking the Great Mississippi River

Our kayaking journey down the Mississippi River began in Brainerd, 100 miles south of where the mighty rivers humble source is located in Itasca State Park. We heard the call of the loon and watched bald eagles soar above the majestic virgin pines. Our float on the river was slow, the strong headwinds and the little flow on the river took us about 4 hours to travel 11 miles south to Crow Wing State Park.

The next stop on our RV journey is very close to Itasca State Park, 1,475 feet above sea level, where the Mississippi River begins its journey to the Gulf of Mexico. This stop is also just a few miles from Bemidji, Minnesota where the legendary superman and woodsman, hero of the early logging days, Paul Bunyan, was born.

Adventures past Italy

Driving from Phoenix to Tucson after 24 hours of flying; delivering the RV to Yuma for repair; meeting the grandkids in Disneyland; four day RV trip to Colorado; a soak at Mt. Princeton Hot Springs in Buena Vista, CO; a Shadowcliff Memorial Day Volunteer weekend in Grand Lake, CO; two quick weeks in Denver visiting family, friends and doctors and lastly, attending our grandson Chases’ continuation ceremony from Middle School.

We readied the RV and departed Denver on June 10 for our next adventure. We are on our way to the boundary waters of Minnesota. As shown on the map, we traveled through Nebraska, South Dakota, and now our journey truly begins. First stop in Minnesota – Ashby and now Nissiwa, with each stop on a lake and bicycle path. Next two stops bring us closer to the boundary waters and then the “circling of Lake Superior by RV”.