Embera

Coming to pick us up

Today’s adventure was a visit to a village of the Embera people, one of the indigenous groups in Panama. We had breakfast first and then were to ride in motorized canoes through the mangroves and up the river to the village. We were in the last canoe and it was only half full, but we must have all eaten too much breakfast because we hadn’t gone too far when some of the crew came over to our canoe in a canopied skiff and said we had to transfer to the skiff because our boat was going too slow. Okay, Tami did have a doughnut with breakfast, and then Mike had two, but geez, it was our first breakfast on the ship!

We did proceed faster in the skiff and had a very pleasant ride through the mangroves and up the river. We were fortunate to have Archie, the ship’s naturalist, in our boat and he pointed out many interesting features including huge conical ant nests (let’s hope our ants at home don’t get any ideas), a mangrove hawk, and some oropendola bird nests clustered in one tree.

Termite nest

Heading up river through the mangroves

Oropendola nests

On arrival at the landing where we disembarked, we were greeted by a large crowd from the local village, clapping rhythmically to welcome us. The villagers were all dressed in their VERY colorful finest traditional outfits (tops optional). (See this video from Uncruise.) Then per some sort of local tradition they assigned a child to each of us to hold our hands and walk with us the mile or so back to their village. Tami’s escort kept chattering to her in Spanish (they speak both their native dialect and learn Spanish in school). The only thing Tami understood was, “What’s your name?” Mike’s escort was younger and shyer and just kept glancing up at him until he looked back, at which point she would quickly glance down again. After we reached the village and Mike’s escort was released from her duties, she looked at one of her friends and made a motion of wiping off her hands as if to say “my person had really sweaty palms!”

Greeting crowd

Taking OUR picture

Walking with our hosts

These village visits are apparently infrequent. While there had been one from Uncruise the week before, we were told the one before that had been six months ago. At the same time, the occasional visit is an opportunity for the villagers to make some sorely needed cash, so they had a significant supply of arts and crafts on offer. The majority were very well made woven baskets and trays decorated with designs in any array of colors they make from local plants. Of course Tami wanted to know more about their dye making!

Some of the crafts for sale

They also did some dance and music performances for us. We were particularly impressed with the flute player who, backed by a whole percussion section, played something that struck us as almost jazz. It actually reminded Mike of Jethro Tull.

Dance performance

Flute player – wish he had some CD’s!

We then got a tour of the village. It was fairly good size, with around 480 residents. The houses are mostly platforms on stilts with thatched roofs. Animals are often kept on the ground under the platform. The ladders are logs with steps cut into them that also double as child minders. Pull that log up and those kids can’t get out! There was a small school for the children. If we heard right, they said they have one teacher for 160 children. Not sure how the teacher manages that! Tami spied a few boys kicking around a soccer ball in a lower field. The beautiful game here in the jungles of Panama!

SOCCER! With the school in the background.

Enjoying sugar cane – all kids like sugar!

House in village

Traditional and non-traditional foods

World’s ugliest chicken

Cute kid!

Emergency communication to the outside

Woman who helped organize our visit

Children watching the goings on

As we wound our way down the path from the village back to where the canoes were waiting, we were all strung out in a long progression of villagers and tourists as the villagers escorted us back to the canoes. As we were going down the path, we heard the wailing of a small child behind us. It did not diminish as we kept walking and we looked back to see one of the women holding a small child who was having quite a tantrum. We turned just in time to see her set the child down and we watched as he continued his tantrum. He looked to be about two years old and mom had clearly had enough of this behavior. It was somehow reassuring to see that some things are universal and all cultures have to deal with the terrible twos.

Back to the boats and we climbed into another open canoe. The boats picked up speed heading back to the ship and we saw quite a few white Ibis fly down the path of the river ahead of us as if they were our guides out of the mangroves.

Dugout

Canoe along the river – translates as “God’s Mercy”

White Heron, or Greater Egret

It seemed that we hit open water quite quickly and when we did, we discovered there was quite a swell going. The spray from the waves at first just sprinkled us but soon became much more enthusiastic and by the time we were halfway to the ship we were more wet than dry. It was refreshing! And salty! Well, they said to make sure we kept our electrolytes up. By the time we got to the ship we were completely soaked but we all were having a grand time. Returning to our cabin, we just took off everything and washed out the seawater as we showered ourselves. We now have wet clothing strung all over the bathroom and cabin. Who knows when it will dry in this humidity!

One again in dry, clean clothes, we returned to the lounge for snacks that really hit the spot. There was fresh guacamole and ceviche served with plantain chips, and other delicious snacks. And beer and cocktails, of course. It seemed no time at all until it was time for another excellent dinner. We both had the local fish again. We didn’t quite catch the name. Mike said, “It was black snoopy, or something like that.” We do know it was very good. (Later, it was apparently Black Snook.)

Rockin’ and Rollin’!

That boat is going to the birds!

Still Saturday but we are on the ship! And what a delightful ship it is with a wonderful crew and such interesting fellow passengers.

Pelicans

Once Tami managed to chase Mike onto the bus, it was a very short ride to the marina. There were large numbers of pelicans flying all around and  the view back to Panama City was stunning. We went in groups of eight to nine people in the skiffs, and even that ride out to the ship was a kick. Many other boats and ships were anchored around and there was some good chop after we cleared the breakwater. But our crew member was very skillful at negotiating the waves. The ship has an interesting system with a platform at the stern of the ship that the skiff can drive directly onto, then the platform is raised and passengers can disembark the skiff without much danger of getting wet.

Snacks and champagne – Mike’s a happy man!

We were immediately taken to our cabin and shown around, then directed to the lounge for snacks, champagne and cocktails, and the obligatory but necessary emergency drill. By FAR the most pleasant and painless emergency drill we have ever done!

Rain clouds over Panama City

At last we had a chance to stop and take a look around and appreciate the views. The sun and clouds were also celebrating the imminent departure of the Safari Voyager and put on a beautiful light show. There were dramatic rain clouds hovering over Panama City that made us appreciate that we were not walking the city streets at that moment, and the setting sun through the clouds added some wonderful orange illumination to it all.

Given such a small ship we immediately started meeting our fellow passengers and learning their names. So many nice people, and we all started bonding immediately. We were talking to one couple and Mike happened to ask what about what they had done before retiring. The husband said he had been a law school professor. So Mike naturally asked which law school. When he replied “Hastings”, we both reacted with surprised looks and had to explain that Mike had graduated from Hastings! We figured out that he had likely been one of Mike’s professors.

As the sun set we finished our cocktails and headed to the dining room for a wonderful dinner of fresh grouper. We had some great sounding choices, but after hearing that they source all their seafood locally through a sushi chef in Costa RIca, from sustainable fisheries, we couldn’t pass up on it. Dinner was followed up with dessert back in the lounge as we listened to our week’s itinerary. This is truly going to be a special cruise with some fantastic stops. We can hardly wait to share it all!

One thing that is different from a big cruise ship is that the big ships have stabilizers. Those stabilizers keep you from noticing hardly any motion. Most of the time a big ship just feels like a hotel on land. A small ship like this, however, actually rolls with the swell, so here we are in bed enjoying a gentle rock and roll to help us get to sleep!

Waking Up In Panama

Combine one exhausting day of travel with a super comfy bed in a top class hotel and it results in a great night’s sleep. Peeking outside we could see some clouds and some sun, so it seemed to match the forecast.

No photos taken this morning, but did find this picture of Panamanian tortillas on pinterest.

We made a stop at the breakfast buffet which was a nice combination of some Panamanian dishes and some traditional American dishes. They even had real maple syrup for the French toast with pecans! The stewed chicken and thick corn “tortillas” were delicious, too.The tortillas were quite unlike anything we are used back home! They seemed to be sort of a fried cornbread cake, maybe a quarter inch thick. Here is a recipe that explains them: cocinerita.com/panamanian-tortillas .

We spent a couple of hours checking out the local streets around the hotel and learning how to survive as a pedestrian in Panama City. One good plan of action is to try and find a local to scurry behind when crossing an unmarked street. There are also a few crosswalks mid-street that provide actual safety. There are lots of honking horns and zipping scooters. Drivers frequently seem to give a quick double tap on the horn just to warn that they are there.

Cool church we saw

Great building!

After walking around for over an hour we needed respite from the heat so we found a nice air-conditioned spot for some lunch. We both had corvina fish, but cooked differently. Mike’s was in a light curry sauce and Tami’s was in a seafood sauce with a side of grilled veggies. Both were quite nice and just the thing. The leisurely pace here was nice for enjoying such a good meal.

Mike’s

Tami’s

We are now back at the hotel sucking up our last chance at wifi before going to the ship. We also hope to catch the first hour of the Sounders game via twitter before we depart for the ship. We won’t know the final result until next week. But gotta get that last fix of our local teams! Unfortunately the Reign don’t play until this evening, so that will have to wait.

Actually, due to a misunderstanding about the start time of the game, we were able to catch the twitter feed of the second half rather than the first half of the Sounders game, EXCEPT for the last couple of minutes of stoppage time. The Sounders were down 1-0 when we were called to the bus. Grr! When we lost the feed as soon as we stepped outside the hotel door, Mike tried to run back in to see if there was a twitter update, but Tami yelled at him to not miss the bus, so he reluctantly got back in line (just trying to do it for her after all). No word on the final score until we get back in town! Arrgg! Oh well, Panama awaits! (Later learned the game finished 1-0, as expected.)

Up at 2:30 am

Sunset coming into Panama City

Sunrise leaving Seattle

We had originally booked a flight that left at a reasonable hour, 9 am or so. That gave us a 50 minute stop in Houston to change flights. Then we were notified that the flight had been pushed up a bit later, so we would only have 30 minutes to change planes. AAACK! That seemed a bit tight, given that we would have to travel to a different terminal for the flight out of Houston, not to mention what would happen if we were even 10 minutes late getting into Houston! Therefore we switched to the next earlier flight. Unfortunately that meant needing to be at the airport by about 4 am. We did actually manage about 3 hours of sleep before getting up and getting ready for the car picking us up.

We actually arrived in Houston early, yay, but that made for a 4 hour layover. At least that gave us time to have a very leisurely lunch. We stopped in to Pappadeaux, recognized from our previous visit (coming down in March for the first Sounders game of the season) as a well known group of restaurants in Houston. Tami had some very nice fried oysters with some wonderfully delicious garlicky sautéed spinach. We both finished with key lime pie, even though we really didn’t have room left. We didn’t think to take a picture until most of it was scarfed and only dessert was left (even that was missing a bite).

Almost whole key lime pie

Almost whole key lime pie

After lunch we did make a stop in the airport to buy chocolates (for later of course). Then on the flight we were handed multiple forms to complete for entry in Panama, including a question about bringing food into the country. Hmm, chocolate is one of the major food groups so we decided there was really no choice but to eat ALL of the chocolate. Mike did a fine job with his chocolates, but Tami couldn’t quite finish hers. What a wimp. But we did not want to get in trouble before we even entered the country!

On the second flight we finally broke down and paid for the inflight TV system to help time pass, especially after Tami noticed there were going to be several soccer games on! Unless you pay, and unlike most other airlines we have been on, United offers almost no free entertainment on their system. We were NOT happy when an hour into our flight the system suddenly announced it was leaving its coverage area and the TV programs would end. So much for soccer! All that remained was a few movies, already in progress, and the best of which we had seen previously. We made due with watching parts of movies we were not that interested in, but we were not happy campers.

Going through immigration, we were surprised to be photographed and fingerprinted. Don’t remember THAT anywhere else we have traveled before. So I guess we will now have to behave ourselves on THIS trip.

Walking out of the airport in Panama meant walking into a blast of humidity and warmth, quite a change from Seattle. By way of contrast, we noticed the headline article in the Seattle Times this morning warning that because of our unusually cool spring, going swimming in our lakes and rivers during the first warm weather could lead to thermal shock and death.

We were met by Uncruise staff right at the airport, greeted enthusiastically, and then put on a shuttle to our hotel (because of long flight times, we were expected to arrive the day before the cruise starts). We finally arrived at our hotel and were very pleased with what a nice place it is. We went up to the room and collapsed on the beds. After our chocolate orgy on the plane, we were not feeling up to dinner, but Mike did manage to find a soccer game for Tami to watch!

 

Looking for Warmer Rain

Spring in Seattle - fixing potholes.

Spring in Seattle – fixing potholes.

Thunder rumbles and rumbles outside as the pelting rain causes a flurry of cherry blossoms to scurry to the ground. Ah, spring in Seattle after a record-breaking winter of rain. We broke a 122 year-old record for rainfall from October to April and as the headlines said, well, of course we did. As could also be expected, just an hour or two earlier there was bright sunshine and it was finally warm enough to walk down the street without a coat. Briefly, that is.

It is wet out.

It is wet out.

Our first thought as the thunder and pouring rain continued through the afternoon was, “Ah, conditioning us for Panama!” Yes, that’s right, we are headed to Panama! We depart verrrry early tomorrow morning to begin our journey south, flying through Houston to get to Panama City.

The other day we happened to see the sister ship, the Safari Endeavor, going through the Ballard Locks. Soon we will be going through the Panama Locks.

The other day we happened to see a sister ship, the Safari Endeavor, going through the Ballard Locks. Soon we will be going through the Panama Locks!

On Saturday we will board our home for the week, the Safari Voyager, part of the Uncruise small ship adventure line. We will be making numerous stops on both the Caribbean and Pacific coasts, even making a foray into the jungle, and also transiting the Panama Canal. There will be kayaks, snorkels, paddle boards and skiffs involved. How much they will involve us we don’t yet know. Stay tuned. There will be good food. Plenty of it. Otherwise we wouldn’t be going, as you all know.

As we started checking the weather forecasts over the past two weeks, we learned that Panama has very consistent weather patterns, and the pattern now seems to be thunderstorms on a daily basis, so we thank Seattle for acclimating us to this weather. But while they seem to occur daily, it also seems that they don’t last long. At least we hope not. And it will be humid, and it will be warm.

Preparing for Panama

Preparing for Panama

In preparation we also had to get immunizations. Lots. Typhoid, Hep A, Hep B, MMR. Our consulting travel nurse also initially recommended Yellow Fever vaccination and Malaria medication, but decided maybe they weren’t necessary. We sure hope not! It makes us feel like we are heading out for a year-long trek down the Amazon.

One unfortunate aspect of being on a small ship in somewhat remote areas is that we will have no internet. Yay, no constant checking of email and news, but boo, we can’t update the blog daily. We will try and write our posts as we go and then upload as soon as possible, so who knows when they may pop up.

Seeing Vegas

img_0297sAfter we settled into our hotel at Lake Las Vegas, Tami abandoned Mike and headed back to spend a few days at her brother’s house in St. George, given that Mike was going to be occupied with conference stuff.

On Thursday, however, I (Mike) did not have any commitments until evening, so thought I would see if I could find a bike to rent. It turned out that the boat rental place near the hotel also had a few bikes. Once I got squared away, I headed off towards Vegas. Lake Las Vegas is close to Henderson, a suburb of Vegas, but there was some desert to head through.

Thought Tami would like the plastic crows down by the rental place

Thought Tami would like the plastic crows down by the rental place

Fortunately, there were some nice bike trails in the intervening distance, so I took those part of the way. Eventually I got on the Boulder Highway heading toward downtown. It was not very scenic, but the traffic was not heavy and there was a wide shoulder. Realizing I had neglected to through a water bottle on the bike before leaving (but its desert, what could go wrong?), so I stopped at a gas station and grabbed a big bottle that would fit in the cage on the bike.

There were several casinos on the way (not the big fancy casinos like on the strip, but still substantial places). I was amused when I rode by one that had its own KOA campground.

Just off the strip I found an interesting little shopping area called the Container Park. The whole place appeared to have been constructed from shipping containers. Also in the area where several odd sculptures made from trucks.

Container Park

Container Park

Truck sculpture

Truck sculpture

Another truck sculpture

Another truck sculpture

From there I looped up to North Las Vegas, where I spotted the Old Las Vegas Mormon Fort State Historical Park, something I am sure Tami will want to go back and see on our way out of town.

Mormon Fort - Tami, want to go?

Mormon Fort – Tami, want to go?

Heading back, I took a route that followed the “river”. On one side was a sign warning people to stay out because of the danger of flooding. On the other side was a bike/walk path. Something did not quite match up about that!

Bike path along the "river" - why is one side dangerous and the other is not?

Bike path along the “river” – why is one side dangerous and the other is not?

Solar farm I rode by - Vegas seems like a good place for it

Solar farm I rode by – Vegas seems like a good place for it

Eventually town ran out and I headed back onto the bike path across the desert back to Lake Las Vegas. When I got back I was hot and worn out, not having been on a bike in over a month. I spent some time in the room before heading back out for the evening conference activities.

Back on the bike path through the desert

Back on the bike path through the desert

Small wash coming down to the path

Small wash coming down to the path

Coming in sight of home - Lake Las Vegas

Coming in sight of home – Lake Las Vegas

Flagstaff to Vegas

We finally turned the car north to Flagstaff for the last leg of our journey before the business end of the trip. We have been to Flagstaff a couple of times before, but not for quite a few years. We enjoyed the change of landscape to pine covered hills with distant mountains. There were also building clouds in the distance that somehow went with the treed hills. Perhaps a little pining for home?

Our hotel was once again the big, old refurbished hotel in the old downtown area. They only had two rooms rented but even with that, there was only one parking space left that was a very skinny fit. According to the desk clerk, the spaces should open up after 5:00 when the managers all went home. Hmm, perhaps the spaces should be reserved for guests?

Our hotel, the Weatherford

Our hotel, the Weatherford

And our room!

And our room!

Oh well, we squoze into the last space and set off on foot to explore. Flagstaff is home to Northern Arizona University, which helped explain why there were so many breweries and brewpubs in town. After so much walking we had to stop and try one out. Tami described her peanut butter stout made with Mexican cocoa as a Snickers in a glass. Just the nourishment needed to continue!

Beer is just the thing for tired feet

Beer is just the thing for tired feet

Cafe we did not have time to visit

Cafe we did not have time to visit

We were quite surprised to see how downtown Flagstaff had changed since we were last here. On our last visit downtown was filled with shops selling Native American art and jewelry. We had expected to spend some time looking through them. Now those shops seem to be almost gone. It seems like the emphasis has moved from serving tourists to serving students.

Downtown Flagstaff

Downtown Flagstaff

Great mural on the side of bike store (we went to a bike store?)

Great mural on the side of bike store (we went to a bike store?)

Flagstaff is a nice place where the university adds some verve to a sleepy old town and the setting is quite beautiful. The train tracks run right through the middle of town and there are very frequent freight trains blasting through town. It’s just part of navigating Flagstaff and somehow adds to the charm. We had a large and wonderful room back in our hotel and the sound of frequent trains just added to the atmosphere.

Waiting for the train on the way to dinner

Waiting for the train on the way to dinner

We noticed as we drove that a good part of the distance was following the old Route 66. Many towns play that up as much as possible. We stopped for lunch at a BBQ joint (Floyd’s) in Kingman. It was a sleepy little town, but with a nice Route 66 vibe.

Kingman - Floyd's is up the block on the right

Kingman – Floyd’s is up the block on the right

Our route to Lake Las Vegas, where the conference will be held, took us to Hoover Dam so we had to stop for a visit. My, how that has changed since our last visit! We realized that right away as the highway took us on a huge bridge that spanned the canyon where the dam is. What??? The highway is supposed to go OVER the dam! So we took the turnoff to actually see the dam and passed through the security stop which consisted of stopping long enough for them to tell us to have a nice day. On to the large parking garage so we could get out and at least look out over the dam itself. That hasn’t changed, and is as amazing as ever.

The new bridge - THAT wasn't there last time! - there are also walkways on the bridge for a different view of the dam

The new bridge – THAT wasn’t there last time! – there are also walkways on the bridge for a different view of the dam

Tami got me, dam it!

Tami got me, dam it!

Hoover Dam is very tall

Hoover Dam is very tall

The final leg took us in to Lake Las Vegas and our hotel for the conference. It’s a beautiful place built in the style of an Italian villa with a few shops and restaurants around.

View from our balcony at Lake Las Vegas

View from our balcony at Lake Las Vegas

Going For a Spin

Montezuma's Castle - Not a actually a castle and not actually built by Montezuma

Montezuma’s Castle – Not a actually a castle and not actually built by Montezuma

Yesterday started out with a short drive to see Montezuma’s Castle, an ancient cliff dwelling Tami remembered from her childhood. It really was in a beautiful setting, right above a river so that the flat ground at the base of the cliff is filled with trees. It was apparently part of a series of communities along the river, relying on the water for agriculture. Tami said she would be happy to live there. We did, however, manage to leave before the Rough Riders re-enactors got going.

Closer look

Closer look

Some smaller constructions lower on the cliff - maybe storage?

Some smaller constructions lower on the cliff – maybe storage?

From there we decided to take a closer look at Sedona. It seems like some of the main things to do there are hiking and mountain biking, so we thought we’d go for a little hike to see if we could find us a vortex. Bell Rock is reputed to be a powerful vortex location (it said so on our vortex map) – therefore a good place for our hunt.

Bell Rock - I know I used this picture in the last post, but it is the best shot we have of Bell Rock

Bell Rock – I know I used this picture in the last post, but it is the best shot we have of Bell Rock

Different view of Bell Rock

Different view of Bell Rock

Walking up the trail toward The Rock, we started hearing powerful vortex noises – various whooshes and even rumbles. We were getting very excited! (We discussed but rejected the idea that the noises could be related to the main road we were paralleling.) Strangely though, as we climbed the rock, we found we were not gaining energy, but instead losing it. Finally we reached the ledge where we had read that the vortex was at its most powerful. Suddenly Tami was enveloped in the swirling vortex and began spinning in circles. I was afraid she was going to spin right off the ledge, but since we had not eaten our picnic lunch yet, Tami managed to redirect the vortex towards the food, and finally broke free.

Tami caught in the Vortex, spinning dangerously towards the edge!

Tami caught in the Vortex, spinning dangerously towards the edge!

After eating, we headed back, finding that the going was much easier – was it the power of the vortex, the food, or the fact we were going downhill? We settled on the power of the food. The trail was very busy. Perhaps a bit too busy for the mountain bikes that kept whizzing by. Another thing we noticed was that some people made it all the way to the top of the rock. I never figured out how they got there, as the last part of the way appeared to be vertical and I could not spot a route that would allow access short of rock climbing. Our souvenir of the hike was our very red shoes.

Courthouse Butte - the lawyer likes!

Courthouse Butte – the lawyer likes!

More Sedona scenery

More Sedona scenery

Looking at the map, I realized that we had actually missed downtown Sedona yesterday and apparently had only passed through West Sedona, the strip mall district. Therefore we headed that way to see if downtown was the interesting area we had always heard about. It wasn’t. It turned out to be just another touristville with lots of T-shirt shops, party bars, second rate art, etc. The traffic on the one lane roads leading into and through town was terrible as well (we spent maybe 15 minutes in a probably mile long backup just getting into town). That must really frustrate the people who have lived there from before it got so popular. After walking around a bit we gave up and headed back to our hotel. At least Tami had found a dealer for her crack – chocolate covered peanuts. Back at the hotel she was quickly covered in the creamy dark stuff.

After an early dinner, we spent a while battling our terrible internet connection to try and follow the end of the Husky football game. We occasionally got just enough connection to catch a quick update. A 41-17 win was a thrilling result! We also noticed that the Cougs won another game as well, though by a much closer margin. It is shaping up to be an interesting Apple Cup this year!

Today was an easier outing – we drove to Clarkdale to ride a train. The train was a four hour trip up the Verde Valley Canyon and back. Before we boarded we enjoyed the special Octoberfest sausages and beer tasting at the station. There are some good breweries down here!

After boarding the train, we found that our first class seating (coach was all sold out) included an appetizer lunch. We did what we could, but had to call it quits after a game try. We discovered the real upside to having been forced to buy the first class seats when a passenger from coach walked through. He stopped and exclaimed “you don’t have 100 screaming children up here!”

The route followed the river the whole way, so between the river bottom and the red cliffs, it was again very scenic. At one point we went through a tunnel that they told us had been completed in 6 months by a crew of 25 Swedes. We figured if it had been Norwegians, it would have taken a year.

Engine

Starting out

Comin Round the Bend

Comin Round the Bend

Small cliff dwelling in the canyon

Small cliff dwelling in the canyon

The river we followed

The river we followed

River farther up the canyon

River farther up the canyon

Trestle

Trestle

Trees turning color

Trees turning color

Canyon walls

Canyon walls

More canyon walls

More canyon walls

Slag pile from mining operations - actually kind of cool that was p[oured in molten and then hardened to show the imprint of the corrugated steel put up to contain it

Slag pile from mining operations – actually kind of cool that was poured in molten and then hardened to show the imprint of the corrugated steel put up to contain it

At the turn around point, Perkinsville (pop. 12), we noticed we had just enough cell signal to check in on the Sounders game. This was not just any game, but the final game of the regular season that would determine whether they got into the playoffs. While they moved the engine to the other end of the train, we watched the live game discussion from the Seattle Times, but just as they were going into the final 3 minutes of stoppage time, leading 2-1, the train started moving again and we lost our signal! It was not until we were back at the station in Clarkdale that we were able to confirm that the Sounders had won and would advance to the playoffs! Almost as good was learning that the Portland Timbers had lost – no playoffs OR Cascade Cup for them!

Tami holding up the final Sounders results

Sounders in the playoffs!

Giving Tami the eye

Giving Tami the eye

Back at the hotel we watched the Seahawks play the worst game we have ever seen them not lose. I believe I heard the announcers say after it was over that it was the lowest scoring tie game in NFL history (6-6).

Today Was a Tuzi

Driving to Sedona felt a little bit like commuting through Seattle after so many days of driving quite empty highways. We were among a steady stream of cars approaching the red rocks around Sedona. It is quite dramatic as the terrain transitions from the ubiquitous brown hills to sudden red cliffs with green vegetation, and it was quite beautiful. We continued through Sedona itself and were a bit surprised that there did not seem to be a central area to walk around. It seemed very car-centric, but we decided that the thing to do was to come back and find some good hiking.

Sedona scenery

Sedona scenery

Also near Sedona

Also near Sedona

We continued to Cottonwood, which was a quaint little town with a nice local artist’s co-op, which we often find to be a good source of quality art. Then on to Tuzigoot, which is a ruin dating back to the mid-fourteenth century. The visitor center, which was built in the 1930’s, featured some beautiful reconstructed pots that were recovered from the original excavation as well as displays on the history of the site.

Pots

Pots

We enjoyed walking through the ruins and appreciating the architecture of the site and imagining life at the time. We enjoyed the vistas as it was built on the top of a hill with magnificent views all around. There were very few others visitors and it often felt like we were the only ones there, making photography also much easier. As we were finally taking leave of the ruins, Mike said, “Phew, just in time”. Looking ahead we could see a very large school group climbing up the path to the ruins. Phew is right!

Looking up at the top (Tuzigoot is on a hill)

Looking up at the top (Tuzigoot is on a hill)

Inside the room at the top

Inside the room at the top

Look out!

Look out!

Looking down

Looking down

Phew - we got out just in time!

Phew – we got out just in time!

From Tuzigoot we could see the old mining settlement of Jerome far up on the mountainside. It was a winding five mile drive up the road to Jerome and we unfortunately got behind an RV that was ridiculously slow, doing 20 mph on a mostly 50 mph road, with multiple pull-outs for slow vehicles. Did they use them? NO! Not until we were within about ½ mile of Jerome and the line of cars behind them was about 15 cars long (Tami was counting), but finally they let us all by and we were in the rejuvenated old town of Jerome.

Mid-renovation

Mid-renovation

Awaiting renovation

Awaiting renovation

Tami had been through here on a family road trip in the early 1970’s and remembered a near ghost town. It was mostly abandoned in the 50’s, but as a local told us, the hippies discovered it and started bringing it back to life and now it is a thriving tourist attraction. One shopkeeper said that we were lucky it was only Friday because by Saturday it would be insane, and that he had seen a huge increase in just the past two years.

Jerome is built on a very steep hillside and it seems that the buildings are barely holding on. The views are expansive and there are certainly still a number of old buildings awaiting renovation, but it was a fun place to wander and enjoy some of the whimsy of the locals.

Dead whimsy

Dead whimsy

Political whimsy

Political whimsy

We found a delicious lunch in a Mexican restaurant with colorful furniture. Mike had the pork enchiladas and Tami had the chicken mole enchiladas. While they may sound a bit pedestrian, the cilantro rice and black beans/pinto beans that came with them were fantastic and the enchiladas themselves were exceptional. Not a speck of food was left!

Great decor in the restaurant

Great decor in the restaurant

Somebody wants my lunch

Somebody wants my lunch

To Beer or Not to Beer

It was with regret that we checked out of the Inn on the Desert as it was such a nice place, but we had places to go and things to do. We were now heading back north and our first stop was at Casa Grande, a ruin of the Hohokam people dating back to 1350.

Main structure protected by a roof

Main structure protected by a roof

It was an interesting structure but not very extensive so we were soon back on the road towards Camp Verde, our stop for the next few days. The highway connecting us back to the interstate was a nice drive over a ridge that featured many saguaro and desert rocks, but we were soon back driving along lots of dirt, sage, and distant brown mountains.

We made one stop at a rest area along the way, and it somewhat personified our drive today. While it was listed as a scenic viewpoint, it kinda seemed like the same brown hills we’d seen all day. The temperature was nearing 100 and brown dust ruled everywhere. A favorite feature was the sign over the water fountain warning about bees. Sure enough, as Tami cautiously pushed the fountain button, a couple of bees came flying out of the drain. Hmm, maybe not. We got bottled water instead, and as we were leaving noticed the signs about poisonous snakes and insects. Nice and restful.

Bees!

Bees!

The scenic (?) view

The scenic (?) view

Speaks for itself

Speaks for itself

Camp Verde has a brewpub, Verde Brewing Company, so that’s where we stopped, as usual. They advertise farm to mug brewing and we enjoyed both the beer and the food. Mike had their green chile burger and Tami had the ribs with pineapple slaw.

Ribs and slaw - didn't  quite remember in time

Ribs and slaw – didn’t quite remember in time

As we devoured our choices we discussed the next few days of touristing. There are two possible train rides we can sign up for so we had to decide between the ride to the Grand Canyon and back or the Oktoberfest train ride up into Verde Canyon. The scale went back and forth: big canyon but no beer or little canyon with beer, big and no beer, little with beer. Well, we went with the beer.

We have found that it’s no problem getting reservations for hotels and such during the week, but weekends are still problematic, which is why we are staying in Camp Verde and not Jerome, our original plan. Train rides have similar problems, so our train ride will be on Sunday, leaving the next couple of days to explore Jerome, Sedona, Tuzigoot, and Montezuma’s Castle. We picked up the usual pile of tourist brochures and are thinking that maybe we need a personal vortex tour. Tami would really like a picture of a vortex.

Actors playing Mike and Tami

Actors playing Mike and Tami