Whistler Spring

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A kaleidoscope of coloured boards lines the patio railing, in a kooky kind of harmony. As I join the throngs who are basking in the springtime sun I am surrounded by a Tower of Babel. German, French, Spanish, British English, Aussie English, Canadian and American – it’s early April in Whistler, and the town is hopping.

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I’m not a Whistler fan as I don’t ski, board, mountain-bike or shop. I can, however, appreciate the light-hearted, breezy atmosphere as I breathe the mountain air and soak-up the sun. And the scenery…breathtaking!

A friend needed a ride up for some meetings and I was more than happy to oblige. Who would turn down a chance to stay on the Gold floor at the Fairmont Chateau Whistler. With a private concierge and complimentary appies and breakfast, the service can’t be beaten. A little bit of luxury goes a long way, in my book!

Blackcomb Mountain is a looming presence as we walk from our hotel to the Village, the white of its groomed ski trails accentuated by the dark of the surrounding evergreen forest. The snow at the bottom of the hill is thinning, as the temperature creeps ever upward. In fact, it’s downright muddy looking as we pass. The burbling stream that divides Blackcomb Village from Whistler is doing a bit more that burbling as the back country starts its Spring thaw. Those who are here are enjoying the last of the Spring skiing, knowing that the season will soon change to mountain-biking and hiking, and they will put away their skis and boards for another season.

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Blackcomb Mountain from the Olympic Plaza

Spring runoff begins

Spring runoff begins

Rhonda, relaxing by the stream...in a giant chair

Rhonda, relaxing by the stream…in a giant chair

Kids enjoy the sunshine too

Kids enjoy the sunshine too

A Canadian lynx prowls the playground

A Canadian lynx prowls the playground

But for today, I can think of nothing better than a patio and a glass of one of my favorite BC wines – Stoneboat Pinot Gris. I’m here for less than 24 hours and I plan on enjoying it to the max!

The evening ends with a soak in the hot tub, the cold mountain air raising goosebumps on any part of me not under water. It’s early to bed as early the next morning Rhonda heads to her meetings and I head back to Vancouver, replenished by my 20 hours in the mountains.

 

Goorin Bros Hats

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I have a big head. Always have and I guess I always will. Dad used to say that it was because I needed room for all the brains, but truthfully, I haven’t seen a lot of proof of that being the case!

It does mean, however, that I’ve always had trouble finding hats to fit me…and I LOVE hats! I even remember my parents ordering me a riding helmet from the UK when I was a kid because they couldn’t find one here to fit me. (I’m sure that’s changed in the last 40 years).

Right around Christmas my daughter Jaime and her partner found a hat store in Yaletown (Vancouver). I don’t know how we didn’t know about this store as apparently it’s been around since 1895. Goorin Brothers was founded in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. In 1949 the family business was moved to San Francisco and it’s still run by the founder’s great grandson.

Anyway, I digress. Jaime and Beau ended up buying themselves each a hat to wear to a 20′s themed Christmas party and while in the store, bought me a gift certificate toward a hat.

Yesterday was the day. I rode the bus downtown and met Jaime at Granville and Robson to walk to the shop. It was your typical grey, rainy Vancouver February day (but I did see my first cherry blossom of the season!).

Yaletown is the old section of the city and many of the buildings are original brick, with some of the shops being not overly large. Goorin Bros is one such shop. But the hats! The hats are amazing! And every one I tried on fit me! That was the absolute best part of all.

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Check out their website and see if there is a location near you – you won’t regret it!
http://www.goorin.com/

Arriving in Maui

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It’s the birds that wake me up. It always is, here in Maui. They start their squawking and jabbering while the dark still wraps itself around the slumbering condo complex.By the time we arrived last night, picked up our rental car and ran to pick up a few groceries so we we could hungrily wolf down a late night supper of tinned Campbell’s Cream of Mushroom soup with cheese, cucumber and lettuce sandwiches, it was 3am Vancouver time.

Today begins with my regular Monday morning Skype call with my boss – she manages to kickstart my Monday by paying me a huge compliment – there’s nothing like being appreciated in your job. I truly love mine!

We are then off to Costco and Safeway to stock up for our 16 days here. Seriously, before we know it, the day is gone. An hour by the pool and it is time for the sun to pack it up for the day. Our first day in Maui gone! In a way, wasted. But not really – we can now relax in the knowledge that we’ve done our shopping, we’re good for the duration. Nothing but sunshine and sea, sunscreen, lying by the pool and hours of reading, snorkeling and chilling with loved ones. Who could ask for anything more?

Here’s the sun disappearing over the horizon tonight.

Dec. 17, 2012 Hale Kamaole sunset

Capture the Colour Photoblogging Competition

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There’s a cool photoblogging competition happening right now, until August 29, 2012. There are all kinds of awesome prizes for the five individual colour winners, as well as the overall winner.

This blog post is my entry to the TravelSupermarket.com photoblogging competition.

The goal is to post five travel photos, where the focus of each photo is a different colour – red, blue, green, white and yellow.

Here are my picks for each category.

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I took this photo in Paia – the windsurfing paradise on the north coast of the Hawaiian island of Maui. The wind buffets this coast, creating large surf and ideal conditions for wind-surfing. The crisp white of the foam against the blue of the ocean is stunning to view.

Rocks in Paia on the north coast of Maui. The waves create massive curtains of foam.

Blue

This picture of my daughter is one of my favourites. I love the solitary feel of it. While the blue sky & ocean may appear to be the obvious focus- for me, the blue flip-flops against the black sand and blue tie of her swimsuit are what catch my eye.

Pa'iloa black sand beach in Wai'anapanapa State Park in Maui

Yellow

On a recent culinary trip to Santa Fe, I saw this beautiful pepper plant at the weekend Farmers’ Market. I wish I could have brought it home…

Yellow pepper plant at the Santa Fe Farmers' Market

Green

The Wai’oli Church in Hanalei, Kauai was built in 1912 to replace the original Mission building, which dated back to 1841. Attend a 10 am Sunday service to hear original Hawaiian hymns.

Historic Wai'oli Hui'ia Church, Kauai

Red

I took this photo on a recent trip to a plantation on the island of St. Lucia. I love the mysterious feeling of the glimpse of the slave hut amongst the luxuriant ginger plant.

Ginger plant on St. Lucia

The next step is to nominate five other bloggers to enter the competition. As this competition has been running for a while now and I’m sure some of them have already been nominated…but here goes.

Priyanka Kher

Lynne Nieman

Meaghan Harvey

Sarah Shaw

Meagan Kennedy

Here’s a link to the Terms and Conditions of the competition.

Kits Me banner

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It’s pretty freaky seeing yourself staring down from a street banner. Not something I ever thought would happen to me!

Me on a Kits Me street banner

Why am I looking down on people on one of Vancouver’s busy shopping streets? Did I do something worthy? Am I famous for something? Am I a model? Did I get paid for the honour? No, to all of these questions. I merely entered a competition and this is my prize.

Kitsilano Neighbourhood House, in conjunction with 4th Avenue Business Improvement Association (BIA), Broadway BIA and the Kits Chamber of Commerce came up with the idea of the contest. “Kits Me…love the hood you’re in” is a joint initiative that is three pronged.

  1. To increase awareness of the shopping opportunities available in our neighbourhood. The goal is to promote buying ‘local’.
  2. ‘Kits Me’ buttons will be sold, as a fundraiser for the non-profit Kits House. Special offers are attached to the buttons.
  3. To get all 90 contest winners talking about and promoting the wonderful neighbourhood of Kitsilano.

In March of this year, I saw an announcement of the contest on the Tourism Vancouver blog. Kits House wanted 90 people to write a short story on why they loved living in Kitsilano. Having just completed a writing course at MatadorU, I was looking for every opportunity to hone my craft. Sitting down at my computer I whipped off my story in one sitting.

It wasn’t difficult to come up with reasons why I love living where I do. After all, it is the second time in my life I have chosen to live here. There is something about this neighbourhood on the Westside of Vancouver that completes me. I can walk to the beach, the shops and the library (all necessities in my life). Hop on a bus and I’m downtown in 10 minutes. The streets are tree-lined and 100 year-old houses mingle with new condo buildings. Cyclists, walkers and joggers flock the streets and you would never know that a narrow stretch of water is all that separates you from the concrete jungle of downtown.

In the 60s, Kits was where the hippies lived. It was a neighbourhood of coffee houses and communal houses, vegetarian restaurants and funky shops. There was organic food before organic food was cool. While some aspects of the area have changed, there is still a laid back, easy-going vibe. You will now find high-end stores, such as JNBY and Gravity Pope cohabiting  with veggie restaurants and bead shops.

One of the best independent wine shops in Vancouver is on 4th Ave. Butcher shops such as Jackson’s Meats, The Honest Butcher and Pete’s Meat pride themselves in the organic products they sell. Green grocers, bakeries and specialty markets abound. There really isn’t much that you can’t find.

A few weeks after the contest closed, notification emails went out to all the winners and appointments were booked for the photo shoots. These took place at the Flag Shop on Powell Street. This locally owned business has been around for 37 years and was the first specialty flag shop of its kind. They produce many of the banners seen around the city. All of the Kits Me banners are made of Echotex, which is a material made from 100% recycled banners – a green product.

Our banners will hang along 4th Avenue until the end of October. Once they have been removed, we will each be given our banner to keep. Maybe I should hang it from my condo balcony? Whatever ends up happening to it, I can enjoy the fact that I live in an amazing place and have had the opportunity to share my feelings with the world. Winning submissions  will be available on the Kits House website soon.

Kits Me winners at the banner launch party

 

 

Day One of Santa Fe Culinary Tour

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Our first activity of our Wandertours Culinary Tour is a walking tour of Old Town Santa Fe. There are six of us foodie tourists, Beth – owner and guide, and Pete our local tour guide.

As the temps have been in the 90s for the last few days we hop the hotel shuttle to our starting point. Pete is an amazing guide – history and personal tales pour off his tongue, keeping us all entertained for almost two hours,as we walk through old Santa Fe. That will be another post…

We have a 5:30 pm reservation at The Shed restaurant. With two vegetarians and some who don’t want too much spice there is plenty of choice for all. The food is New Mexico cuisine with plenty of heat in the dishes. The guacamole is full of chunks of avocado and tomato – probably the the spiciest I’ve ever eaten. I love it. The salsa is a bit spicy, even for me. The Silver Margarita I order helps to temper the heat.

Nachos at The Shed - Santa Fe

Salsa and Guacamole at The Shed - Santa Fe

For my main course I order Pollo Adobo – tender pieces of chicken roasted in Shed red adobo marinade, garlic and oregano and served with a blue corn cheese enchilada & pinto beans. I make a valiant attempt but the amount is slightly overwhelming.

Pollo Adobo at the Shed Restaurant - Santa Fe

Jaime orders Blue Corn Burritos – two blue corn tortillas filled with pinto beans, cheddar cheese, onion, covered in red chile and baked. She’s the only one who brought home her leftovers…and two hours later she’s eaten it all.

Blue Corn Burritos at The Shed - Santa Fe

Our ten minute walk back to our hotel – Hotel Santa Fe – is a start to wearing off some of the food we have just eaten. Just imagine…we have three more days of this.

Ice in the Desert

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Heart thumping, hands clenched on the wheel, I lean forward to peer through the windshield. Feeling like I am on a trip to the bowels of hell I hope that we emerge through the other side unscathed.

When checking out of the hotel  in Phoenix this morning, I quiz the desk agent, “How hot is it today? I haven’t been outside yet.”

She replies, “It’s actually not too bad yet.”

Automatic doors swoosh open and the heat blasts me in the face. I’ve walked into an oven. The numbers on the car thermometer show an even 100. That’s degrees Fahrenheit, for those used to reading slightly lower metric numbers. And this is ‘not bad’ for a local.

Still, it’s not as hot as yesterday, where the temps hovered between 101 and 106.

The first few hours out of Phoenix are smooth sailing (or driving, if you prefer). We’re heading east on our way through Arizona to New Mexico. As we approach Benson, AZ the sky darkens with purple-black clouds building on the horizon. Fork lightening skewers the sky and I feel a twinge of apprehension about what we are heading into.

Within minutes we are in the middle of it. Rain splats against the windshield and Jaime shows me how to work the wipers on the rental car. Soon the rain starts to ping off the car, then the sound turns to more of a smashing noise because the hail has graduated to ice chunks, the size of a baby’s fist. It’s like the gods are angry and decide to bombard us with frozen missiles. If we hadn’t been in the car, I imagine there would have been some serious bodily damage.

Cars begin to pull over to the shoulder and stop. Turning to Jaime, I ask, “Do you think we should stop? The storm doesn’t look like it’s moving very fast, and truthfully, I just want to get out of it.”

We make the decision to keep moving – at a snail’s pace – along with the large semis and not many others. Five minutes later we are through the ice and back to normal rain. It was fascinating to watch the thermometer. It went from 101 F to 62F in under 10 minutes. I have to say, I think that was the craziest weather I have ever driven in.

Las Cruces, NM is our destination today and seven hours after leaving Phoenix we arrive here. The weather is once again peaceful and the outdoor pool is calling our names.

This is how our evening ended

Granville Market

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Today in Vancouver, it actually felt like summer. Without thinking, I hopped in my car and headed off to Granville Market, more to practice my photography than to buy anything.

Obviously, if I had been thinking, I wouldn’t have headed to one of Vancouver’s busiest tourist attractions on a warm sunny day. After committing to turning onto the island I sat in traffic, and sat, and sat. Half an hour later I was finally on the island, within spitting distance of the market, but decided that I couldn’t cope with any more cars, pedestrians and rude cabbies cutting me off.

Taking the first turn that would allow me to join the queue to leave the island (almost as bad as that entering), I lucked out and a car pulled out of a parking spot right in front of me. My luck had changed! Maybe I could actually spend some time in the market and not uselessly inhaling noxious exhaust!

Here are a few photos from today…

Granville Market

 

 

 

Pickled Asparagus

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It’s asparagus season and I can’t possibly eat too many of the tender, succulent shoots. I’ll do just about anything to get my hands as many bunches as I can. Maybe the fact that it’s only available for a few weeks every Spring adds to the attraction. Steamed and rolled in butter, sea salt and herbs or grilled, brushed with olive oil; I don’t really care how it’s cooked.

“Hey, will you make a delivery for me on your way to Osoyoos?” asks Bill. “I have a bag of seed that needs to be dropped off at an organic farm in Cawston.”

This request put me on the path to discover Hawfield Farm. Paul and Lauren, who own this organic farm, grow asparagus, garlic, peppers, and cherry tomatoes. While their produce can be found at various restaurants, grocery stores and market stalls, I feel privileged to be amongst a lucky few who get to buy straight from the source – produce  picked only hours ago. I come away feeling that I have made new friends.

“If you want some asparagus, I’ll arrange it,” says Bill. “Just tell me how much.”

“Of course I want some. Maybe six pounds?” I reply.

Well, six pounds turns into eight and I realize that my sister and I can’t possibly eat it all while it’s still fresh. Luckily, I’ve planned for this and have brought my canning stuff with me. Yes, I do realize that most people don’t travel with a box of jars and a canner.

The next morning I set about pickling six of the eight pounds. Within a couple of hours there are seven jars of yummy pickled asparagus sitting on the counter.

Making too much is a habit of mine – maybe because I come from a large family? Or maybe because I always get carried away with the splendour of the fresh produce – whether it be strawberries and raspberries for jam, or cukes, peppers and asparagus for pickles. Whatever the reason, it’s nice to be able to share some of the bounty with my family and friends.

Eight pounds apparently isn’t enough…I stop in on my way home on Sunday, and buy another eight.

Pickled asparagus

Pickled asparagus is great in a Caesar (drink) or as part of an Al fresco meal of meats, cheeses and pickles. I also use it instead of a pickle, as an accompaniment to a sandwich lunch. This year I used a recipe from the new Canadian Living Preserving cookbook. I can’t wait to taste test, but will do my best to wait for a month to let the pickles cure.

I made a few adjustments to the recipe, using quart jars instead of pints (there is less waste, as you don’t have to cut off as much of the stalk). It is easy to double, triple or quadruple the brine recipe to account for the larger jars. I also processed the jars for a shorter time as I don’t like soggy asparagus. This is a personal preference and I don’t advocate it because I know that the processing is used to kill potential harmful bacteria.

 

 

 

Rocky Mountain Express

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Mention of rail travel in the days of steam engines often evokes images of  breathtaking views and luxurious carriages complete with gas lamps, elegant meals, cigars and a glass of brandy. Not much is heard, though, about the brave men who explored new territory, surveyed seemingly impassable routes through the Rocky Mountains and occasionally blew themselves up with dynamite.

The Canadian Pacific (CP) Railway connected a country. Some provinces only joined Confederation because of the promise of a rail system that ran from Atlantic to Pacific Coast. CP eventually grew to be a massive conglomerate, building and owning such iconic Canadian hotels as the Chateau Lake Louise and the Banff Springs Hotel (to name just two).

I’m not really a railway buff, but I am interested in history and never tire of looking at vistas of British Columbia. So, when Rhonda says she has tickets to see ‘Rocky Mountain Express’ at the Imax in Victoria I jump at the chance of a day trip.

Rocky Mountain Express at the Victoria Imax

“You’re going all the way to Victoria to watch a 45 minute show?” asks my husband in a disbelieving tone.

“Yeah, it’s a good excuse to go somewhere on a gorgeous day,” I reply.

I think one of the reasons he has trouble understanding, is the cost of the ferry. It costs us each $71 roundtrip (including the cost of the car). He’s also not as wacky and spontaneous as I am – after 38 years together, he merely rolls his eyes at most of my decisions.

Based on a 1pm show time and a 2+ hour ferry/car journey to get there, we decide to catch the 10am ferry from Tsawwassen to Swartz Bay (Victoria). I pick up Rhonda and Jill at Rhonda’s house in Tsawwassen and off we head to the ferry. Our reservation requires that we check-in at least 30-minutes prior to sailing. We are happy to see that we are sailing on the ‘Coastal Celebration’, the newest in the BC Ferries fleet.

Jill and Rhonda on the ferry

Our timing all day is spot on. This is a miracle as we have the unexpected occurrence of a “man overboard” drill enroute – something I’ve never experienced before. Maybe regulations are tightening up, due to recent events on the oceans? Thankfully we have a bit of a buffer as this adds 10 – 15 minutes to our journey.

The half-hour drive from Swartz Bay into Victoria is uneventful, as my lead foot isn’t too heavy today -allowing me to stick to the speed limit – thereby eluding the sneaky radar trap on the highway. One cop is sitting in a chair on the overpass (so you can barely see him), radioing to cops in cruisers who sweep in, lights flashing, and ticket unsuspecting speeders. Anyone speeding on Highway 17, to and from the ferry, should be aware…this is a favourite place for the police to add to their coffers.

The show is great. It’s only 45 minutes long but gives a perspective on what it was like to build a railway across thousands of miles of brutally rugged, unexplored  wilderness. There is remarkable videography and, due to the sheer size of the IMAX screen, we often feel sucked into the action, sweeping through canyons and soaring over valleys. (Interesting fact: the IMAX screen is six storeys high and 70 ft wide).

Royal BC Museum

Anyone traveling to Victoria, BC, in the summer of 2012, should make an effort to go see the film. Make a day of it and explore the Royal BC Museum while you’re there. I am not a great fan of museums, but I have to say that this is one of the best I’ve visited – particularly if you are interested in the history of the province. The displays are lifelike – with stuffed wild animals, First Nations villages and more – and you can actually wander through an replica of the HMS Discovery. This ship brought Captain George Vancouver to Vancouver Island in 1778, when he planted the English flag to claim the land for England. He must have been a tiny guy…my 6 ft 4in husband wouldn’t have been able to stand upright on the voyage.

It’s also worth – perhaps blowing your budget – spending a night in the elegant Fairmont Empress Hotel. This is one of the original CP built hotels. Located on the Inner Harbour it is right in the centre of the action, close to the Parliament Buildings, the museum and tons of great restaurants. Guests will find themselves transported back to the Edwardian era (the hotel opened in 1908).  Be aware, some of the rooms have original claw foot tubs. Watch out for the ghosts that roam the hallways. (Interesting fact: In the summer months, The Empress serves afternoon tea to more than 800 guests a day, more than most hotels in London, England.)

Fairmont Empress Hotel

After a late lunch by the water we head back to the car to catch the 5pm ferry home for the night. All in all, a satisfactory day trip.