This tour WILL be open to the public in about a year and a half – it’s of the Amazon Fulfillment Center in Kent, Washington. Turns out that I know the guy that is in charge of all the center tours in the US – like the one that I had booked in Indiana for October 4th, that I cancelled when I got a much better option called, no airfare, hotel, rental car, just ugly traffic.
The downside, blogging wise, is that it’s a photography prohibited area, so, you get the outside…
In July Roxy and I purchased season passes to Whistlers Peak-2-Peak Gondola – this would be the second year for us doing this, my third year running for going to Whistler a couple of times a summer:
Interesting that they just pulled last year’s picture off the server – so If I go next year, the same picture.
So, the pass is $40 USD for the day, or $58 for the season (Mid-May to Mid-September) plus taxes/fees. Roxy and I were trying to get the most value out of our season pass so we came back up to get the most bang for our bucks. I think we are down to less than $1 per ride.
But first, we have to get there, and I’ve booked us into a Studio Unit at the WorldMark Birch Bay:
A word to the wise – avoid the Studio Units, though I hear the handicapped units have a better configuration – this is with the bed lowered:
Yep – really easy to get to the bathroom or kitchen from the couch.
I declined the “owner update” in favor of sleeping in – and we were actually out of the place around 10:30, and 20 minutes later (after Duty Free), this:
Now if Roxy would get a Nexus Card – though in all honesty, the lines at the borders weren’t bad in either direction.
We got to the WorldMark Cascade Lodge in Whistler a little after 1pm, expecting to not be able to check in until 4pm. Surprise!
The sort of original plan was to go up the mountain while we waited to check in…we got lazy, we went out for a snack instead – we split a Charbroiled Kobe Beef Burger at The Beacon Pub. You can just barely catch the rim of my Manhattan ($11.95 CAD) – nicely made from Bullitt Rye (which seems to be the “house rye” in Whistler), Cinzano Vermouth, Orange Bitters, and THREE Luxardo cherries!
And I’m a dipping sauce kinda guy, which is why we got the “Royal” sauce on the side, and I order a little tartar sauce as well. Roxy is NOT a sauce kinda guy.
And it was a little gray and drizzly out:
After that “snack” dinner was late – post 9PM. Pork loin and roasted potatoes and a salad:
Lots of left overs to go with the eggs in the morning!
We actually were out of the condo before noon and headed for the mountain!
Overcast and drizzly, but not bad at the top:
Even with the overcast we are up to our usual hijinks on the gondola:
Yep – reading – Roxy is still working on the same book from our last trip. Back and forth we go until we work up an appetite for a late lunch at Christine’s On Blackcomb – our guilty, expensive, pleasure. The view is a little socked in, but you can see the lake in the valley:
Went with the “house” Manhattan which was Crown Royal ($14 CAD) – good, not as good as yesterdays.
Roxy went for the Vietnamese Pork Burger (I had a taste – YUM!):
I went for the lighter Scallop Ceviché:
A most interesting presentation – but damn tasty.
Time to go back and forth, and forth before heading back down to the village:
Dinner was rib eye steaks…oddly, no pictures. Just an evening in watching TV and surfing the web.
Turns out the next day on the mountain was even worse, weather wise – more time for reading!
On the upside – less people, no line to get the photograph on the rings:
Or to disturb the wildlife – like this black bear (the only black bears in British Columbia populate Whistler/Blackcomb):
This morning is was in-room coffee maker coffee that I slept through and had to no nuke. No real rush to get out the door other than hunger.
Checked out and drove half a block to Phil’s (since 1956!)– which could be a Denny’s north of the border. They have five locations in the Calgary area.
Rache went for the eggs/bacon/hash browns, I went for the eggs benedict with the whitest Benedict I’ve ever seen:
Fueled up, off we go to explore Calgary since our flight isn’t until early evening.
Once again I’m passing the “writing baton” to Rache as he did all the homework, so why should I redo it! I’ll just add my pictures (and those pesky links) and VIOLA!
You know you’ve reached a very obscure museum when the curator greets you with, “May I help you?” instead of “Welcome!” Markie masterfully replied, “Believe it or not, we are actually here to visit the museum.” The Grain Academy Museum in Calgary is not only obscure but well hidden. It’s located in the BMO Centre on the Plus 15 Level in Stampede Park. No outside signs were visible. Even Siri was a bit perplexed, getting us close but we finally just had to enter what appeared to be a closed building.
After the curator’s initial surprise of actually having visitors, he escorted us to a little theater. Metal tractor seats offered most sitting options but the two of us did find a couple cushioned chairs. The video “The Way it Was” depicted how the Canadian prairies were settled and the difficult work that was required before motorized machinery. Oh, just as the video started, a mother of four (one in a carriage) entered the showing. The curator must’ve been completely surprised at having so many people, but he was on a roll and asked if we would like to see another shorter video about modern life on a farm. We took the bait and he showed a YouTube video called “Farmer Style” which is a parody on “Gangnam Style.” What a hoot. I’m sure the Peterson brothers paid their way through Kansas State University with this video which has over 16.5 million views. I’ll attempt to share a link for more about the video and the Peterson family (http://www.cnbc.com/id/100310964). Other displays include everything from barbed wire types to wheat straw weaving, pioneer farm tools and various models of farm implements. There is also a sizable model train display on the movement of grain from the prairie to the terminals at Vancouver. When I say ‘sizable,’ we’re talking two room’s worth. The multiple trains really fascinated the three young boys the mom brought in.
I gotta tell you, this museum is a gem. The videos, displays, and the delightful curator (who asked Markie and me if we were farmers) actually made the effort to find the place well worth it. And it’s free! And since nothing was going on at Stampede Park, there wasn’t even a parking fee.
Next we navigated towards the airport but before that, we checked out the Aero Space Museum of Calgary. It’s immediately south of the airport. The museum was founded in 1975 by aviation enthusiasts and former World War II pilots. Aircraft displayed include a Douglas DC-3 which was the very first aircraft Buffalo Airways ever owned [Uncle Markie flew in one of their “current” DC-3’s between Hay River and Yellowknife], a Sopwith Triplane, a de Havilland Canada DHC-6 Twin Otter, and several other planes and helicopters, plus 58 aeronautical engines. Additionally, historical documents, including letters from a WWII prisoner of wars are on display. The exhibits are in two large hanger-type buildings. There was no interaction with a curator like at the grain museum (other than to take our money), but the displays spoke for themselves and information was displayed for many of the craft.
After that, we filled up the rental car with petrol and returned to the airport. On the way, we passed a Hyundai dealership which was having a “Hail Damage Sale.” Prior to our arrival, Calgary was hit with severe hail storms. Our rental had several dents as well. Our Canadian prairie adventure was coming to a close. This trip turned out to be much, much more than merely eating lunch in a restored Pullman car. This short jaunt offered quirky museums, an amazing server at the restaurant near our hotel, and Heritage Park was absolutely remarkable. This turned out to be one of the more delightfully surprising trips. I’m so, so glad to have experienced this.
But we aren’t home yet…we have to navigate the seriously under construction Calgary International Terminal – where they only let you in a little bit (two hours) before your flight.
That’s barely enough time for duty-free shopping and grabbing real food before the flight – so, this is my version of “real food”:
Actually I just got the regular Chicago Dog (and a couple of double Jack and diets):
Because this is what “dinner” on the plane was:
Yes, I’m mixing diet, Crown Royal, red wine, chocolate and pretzels — though not all together.
Speaking of duty free – they let me by four (the legal limit is one)…the lady said, “Buy as many as you want, you’ve already passed customs and immigration – during the holidays people are walking out with cases.” I guess pre-clearance in Canada has its perks!
In our defense, I did make us small chef’s salads once we got home.
I’ll agree with Rache – what an amazing trip for being just two nights.
As usual Rache was up earlier than I, working away on his updates, and just as important, tracking down coffee for the grumpy morning one (that would be me). We have to be out of the hotel earlier than I’d like as our Lunch Date with the restored 1929 Pullman Dining Car is at 11:30.
I can’t really improve on Rache’s commentary of the day, I just going to lift it and add my own photos. THANKS RACHE!
“You are about to embark on an incredible journey through Western Canada: from a timeless First Nations’ encampment to a rustic settlement, from a bustling young prairie town to a mid-20th Century urban square.”
That’s how Heritage Park is introduced in the guide/map. This 127-acre park is on the banks of Glenmore Reservoir and is Canada’s largest living history museum. Exhibits span from the 1860s to the 1950s. Staff dress in historic attire and antique autos and horse-drawn vehicles service the site. The park opened July 1, 1964.
So now I have to confess something. The reason Markie and I came to Calgary was to go to lunch. Thankfully the park offered a much better reason to come to Calgary. But lunch on the restored River Forth Pullman dining car is what motived our trip. This car is a restored 1929 observation car purchased in 2011 by the park from the Canadian Pacific Railway for $1. What a bargain! Heritage Park restored the rusty, rundown mess, taking it from the brink of scrap metal and turning into a 36-seat moving restaurant.
We climbed the few steep steps onto the car and navigated past the kitchen and proceeded down the narrow aisle to Table 2, table for two. The first course was a pear and fig salad with prosciutto and balsamic drizzle served with a white wine from Okanogan Valley. The salad was a nice balance of salt and sweet. Markie and I ordered each of the main courses. I started with the pan seared B.C. Steelhead Trout that was served with potato rosti, charred summer vegetable ragu, and French vinaigrette. Prepared perfectly. At mid-meal, we exchanged plates and I dined on the Filet Mignon Lyonnaise that came with sweet pea purée, potato pave, puttered patty pan squash and spring carrots. Lovely as well. Served with the red wine from Okanogan Valley. Dessert was vanilla and toasted almond creme brûlée with seasonal berries and lemon sugar cookie. Yum! Before dessert, Markie and I exchanged seats so we could each get the experience of viewing the scenery going forwards and backwards.
The meal was worth the trip, but the park was so inviting that we decided that instead of dining and dashing, we would spend the day. Smart move. Dining on the train gave us a chance to see then entire park as we circumnavigated the grounds several times.
The Railway Car Shop had several restored cars from bygone days and furnished in period pieces down to the spittoon. The rare and unique passenger cars were remarkable. The wicker seats reminded me of the seats in the old subways that were displayed at the Transit Museum in Brooklyn where I visited in May. It was at this stop that we first met Riley. More on him in a bit, but as Bill P. and Steve R. can attest, he was one of the types of people I just gravitate to.
Next, we boarded the S.S. Moyie. This is a paddle steamer sternwheeler that worked Kootenay Lake in British Columbia from 1898 until 1957. Well the original did all that and is the world’s oldest intact passenger sternwheeler that you can see on display in Kaslo, B.C. But this replica gave us an idea of what it was like way back when. We plied the waters of the reservoir and dodged a bunch of little tykes running around. To his credit, Markie did not attempt to grab one of them and toss him overboard. Honestly, the trip was a delight as we toured the boat as the boat gave us a tour.
Next we moseyed over to Hudson’s Bay Company Fur Trading Fort, circa 1860. The rustic digs were manned by two capable young lads who were full of knowledge. One greeted us at the nearby Our Lady of Peace Mission (1885). In one display, I noticed that a large cast iron pot had 13 tally marks on it. Our young guide reminded us that since the traders and First Nation folk didn’t speak a common language, the marks were an indication of how many beaver pelts it would take to buy the pot. Love this stuff.
BTW, navigating the park was easy as there were plenty of railroad stations where the train stopped so one could board and you were on to your next destination. It was during one of these boardings where I got to sit next to Riley. Riley is one of these special guys who would probably fit somewhere on the autistic spectrum. He remembered us from the Railway Shop and remembered that we had dined on the train and what we ate. He anticipated every ring of the bell, every “All Aboard” and apologized that he had not yet mastered the whistle of Engine #24 (which was pulling the train) but only Engine #23. When I asked if he lived in Calgary, he not only gave the neighborhood but also the amount of shade. His ambition is to be an engineer and he was thrilled when I told him Markie had operated an engine at the train museum in Boulder City. Riley is just one of those wonderfully quirky guys that some people are unsettled by but is absolutely delightful. He alone would’ve made the price of admission a bargain.
We strolled through Village Centre and walked through Wainwright Hotel and Bar Room. Again, the furnishings were period pieces — many original. Our amble led us to the Antique Midway. Honestly, who needs Disneyland? The old rides, from the Caterpillar to the small Ferris Wheel were amazing. But our ride of choice was the one where I can’t remember the name. You sit in a little seat dangling from chains as the ride spins around and you sway out. Sort of like a dangling carrousel. Ahead of us was a little girl in a princess dress and a young lad you turned around and exclaimed to his mom, “This is awesome!” And it was. Markie and I had a blast as well.
We were tiring so we walked over to the Shepard Station and rode over to Midnapore Station, the closest to the park entrance. We quickly guided ourselves through the Gasoline Alley Museum before heading back ‘home.’
Heritage Park is also wonderful in that the main attraction is history and “Sell, sell, sell!” One could buy things but the focus on this particular park was to experience the park. And it was almost delightful experience to be sure.
Now that Rache has had his say – Jesus, Mary, Mother of God the strollers in the park. There were dedicated “Stroller Parking Areas” at every attraction and train station. That said, if I lived in Calgary I’d probably have a season pass, it was that good.
We both had a bit of a rest before checking out a couple of other restaurants before settling back into the Big T BBQ for dinner. Just a couple of appetizers after the lunch we had! Well, there was booze and eye candy in addition to the food:
Seems the price hasn’t changed since our favorite waitress is on shift again. These are the brisket, fried green tomato, and pulled pork sliders with onion rings and coleslaw.
And the eye candy.
Our flight isn’t until the late afternoon tomorrow, so we get to wake when we feel like it. Yahoo!
It was originally about lunch – fine dining on the restored Pullman Dining Car River Forth – but the trip turned into much more. And better yet, our hour and a half flight left in the middle of the afternoon. It felt weird to be able to sleep in as long as I wanted – on a flight day.
My brother Karl was a Vandal (in more ways than one). And it was a great day to fly…
And it being Horizon – free wine for me, and free beer for Rache, but as an MVP Gold I get chocolate (along with pretzels) and a cocktail as well. Didn’t know that the first free drink had moved to Horizon from Alaska. Either way, I’ll take it, but it did make the tray table a little crowded on a little plane.
And right around to corner we find BBQ at Big T’s BBQ with an attitude judging by the shirts the staff are wearing:
I Like My Butt Rubbed Terrorizing Vegetarians Since 2004
It’s All About The Meat I Like By Butt Rubbed
Butt (as it says on the shirt “I Love My Butt Rubbed”) the food is pretty good as well as the visuals it being near campus:
And Monday night is Old Fashion night – 2oz. drinks for $8.50 and they are using Knob Creek with is 108 proof! Not back for CanadaLand! Needless to say, I had several, and our server was POURING FREELY, another Canadian anomaly.
If I remember, I only got charge $8.00 per since it was just booze, ice, and a cherry! And we start with an appetizer of the fried dill pickles:
Followed by splitting the Half Rack of the Memphis Baby Back Ribs – which came with an assortment of sides. We opted for the Fried Green Tomatoes, and Cole Slaw as cornbread is included in all the platters.
One of the interesting sauces (they had many) was the Carolina-style mustard sauce, which, of course I had to try.
A little less yellow than some I’ve had, but tasty. We sort of killed the platter.
Did I mention the eye-candy crowd in this place?
And they all seem to be sucked into their devices….
We headed back to the Motel to settle in with the telly for the evening. Can’t believe I didn’t take any interior shots, but it was clean and came with a fridge and a microwave.
What happens when there are no cheap flights during the summer? ROAD TRIP!
Though I didn’t realize it at the time, it turns out to be a parade of visits to friends that I’ve known for years:
Cathy = 46 years (stop 2)
Dwight = 31 years (stop 3)
Peppermint = 22 years (stop 6)
Yusaf = 19 years (stop 6)
Rache = 21 years (stop 7)
Bliss = 24 years (stop 8)
And the weather was stunning – probably got more sun than I should have.
First stop was to see Cathy – and drop off some cookware from my mother’s estate. She had many dinners at my parent’s table and reveled in the fact that my mother had nice things – and used them everyday. I passed on a Dansk 60’s turquoise double boiler and a Le Creuset orange saucepan with lid.
It was good to catch up in person with here rather than email/Facebook.
Next up – Dwight. My overnight stop. The photo from Dwights:
He does stock the bar for me! There was also a “handle” of Evan Williams Black. Dinner tonight was lovely Steak Fajitas delivered in (by a cute delivery guy). I got the “blow-up” queen-size bed in the spare room. We don’t get to see enough of each other – one of the reasons is that he has cats. I just doubled up on the antihistamines!
Morning found me early out of the house – Portland bound. I’ve got to hook up with Peppermint at his shop and head to a food show in SE Portland. Somehow I didn’t get a picture of Sunnyside Espresso.
I did get a couple of pictures from the food show – spread over two floors:
That looks like a Sazerac as well – I’m working my way through the city – and its art. Here are some of my favorites – note, there are many fewer than from the Ogden:
Again – more Southern Art, but then some Classical:
This happy boy has appeared in a number of New Orleans posts – Boy With Twinkie!
So far, I’d been lucky to only get caught in a few bits of rain – often just having another drink and waiting it out. This is what the streetcar ride back from the Museum looked like!
It was SERIOUSLY dumping rain.
By the time I hit Canal Street it had stopped. And speaking of stops – stopped by The Red Zone again. This time to stock up the suitcase for the way home:
A couple of those (the rye and the single-barrel) aren’t available in Seattle, and even if they were, they’d be at least 35% more expensive.
It being my last full day in New Orleans, time to print out the boarding pass for tomorrow – and have a little free wine as well:
So I headed downstairs with a cocktail in hand, just in case the wine was bad.
For the last night in The Big Easy – I picked a new restaurant – which turned out to be a winner since I was there for happy hour, and I was already a little happy from the wine tasting. Poseidon is just across the street from the resort. Here is the Happy Hour menu:
And some of the wonderful food and drink I ordered:
WAY too much food for one, but I managed it. And the bill wasn’t that bad:
Returned to find this “Roller” parked in front of the condo – guessing it belongs to the lawyer’s office next door:
Off to the airport for a mid-day flight that was delayed by….wait for it…..weather. More rain dumping down on New Orleans and Houston – ground stops in both locations. Lots of people missed connection, luckily I had a three-hour layover planned, so no problem. This should give you an idea about the rain:
One the upside – I managed to have three cocktails and snacks before we ever left the gate. The Captain wanted us out of there and first in line when the weather permitted.
Just enough time for a quick cocktail in the lounge (courtesy of my seatmate who brought me in so I didn’t have to use my last pass) before heading to the Seattle flight.
It was a trip for the miles – the final flights to hit $1,500 in United Airline tickets excluding taxes – I just squeaked over the spend at $1.506. And what did I get? 25,000 bonus miles on top of the miles that I earned. Since all 5 segments were booked in paid First Class (which has class bonuses), that brings the total miles earned to 37,048. Basically 5 cents a mile on a cost basis. It would have been cheaper to just wait for a United Bonus Miles sale (like they are having now) and pick up the miles for a little more than 2 cents a mile – but then again, I wouldn’t have gotten to go to both New Orleans and Puerto Vallarta (my two mileage runs).
That said, under United’s OLD mileage plan (two years ago) my Gold status and class of service bonus would have earned me 37,884 miles into my account, under the CURRENT mileage plan, my Gold status and the class of service bonus got me 12,048 miles – basically a THIRD of the miles. And you wonder why I prefer Alaska Airlines and their mileage-based program.
In reality – I made a decision to go for more miles. I just redeemed 20,000 of those miles for a reduced award round-trip ticket to Columbia, South Carolina in late October. This, by the way, is the best use of miles – tickets to out-of-the-way places that NEVER go on sale. And trust me, Columbia, South Carolina is one of those destinations – and I even got a one-stop (DC) in both directions, and “oddly” United offers “status” upgrades even on mileage redeemed tickets – mind you, you are the LAST of those upgraded. No first on the DC-Columbia legs, and can’t imagine getting an upgrade on a flight between Seattle and DC.
Now that you’ve suffered through my “mileage whore” section of the post – let’s talk New Orleans.
It seems I’m now going a couple of times each year, which means that I’m developing “habits”. New to the mix is paying the $50 UberXL fee for a private ride from the airport to the condo. And considering the storms on the way in, waiting for the bus was out.
Got to the condo, and for once – NO ONE was in the check-in line (it’s a big place). Threw the bags down, went out for Bourbon and mixer, fixed a cocktail, and basically chilled out. I have to say – HELLA view from this unit, best I’ve had here!
I got a one-bedroom, so there is room:
The rest of the pictures of the unit are from later in the trip when the place really looked “lived in”.
Here is the outside – not sure I like the new paint job:
The Bourbon and mixer – Basil Hayden for $30 a bottle – freakin’ cheap by Seattle standards:
My habit on the first night in NOLA seems to be a visit to Houston’s – a small national chain that adapts each cities menu. In this case, it includes jazz starting at 8.
And good food/booze – in this case, because it’s NOLA – that would be a Sazerac:
And an $18 burger:
I love the haystack fries, even though I shouldn’t have them.
My plan for the first day was to return to Purloo for an early lunch – only to find that they are no longer there, and that the Southern Food and Beverage Museum is closed on Tuesdays so that meant no shopping for odd southern cookbooks.
Had to come up with a new plan for lunch so I kept walking down Oretha Castle Haley Blvd. until I stumbled across Dryades Public Market, which is in what looks like an old schoolhouse. Got a Cuban from one stall and a Sazerac from the bar and called it lunch:
And I thought the bartender at Purloo!
Attempted to go back to the Ogden Museum of Southern Art – but guess what? Closed on Tuesdays. After a little shopping for Kathy (Princess of Tacky T-Shirts), caught the street car back to condo, futzed a bit, then headed out to Samuel’s Blind Pelican for an early dinner/late afternoon snack of oysters. Ended up getting a dozen of the raw on the half shell for $3 a dozen – and YES you read that correct – during Happy Hour which is 4-8pm, must purchase an “adult beverage” to qualify for the cheap price. No problem here.
Then moved onto the Charbroiled at $8.50 a dozen (and another “adult beverage”.
Even the dogs were eating oysters – this one trained to grab them from the edge of the bar!
Not sure how THESE guys who are on their feet for hours shucking oysters feel about them being dog food….
And this is one of the most amusing repurposing of door knobs – to hang you coat/purse on!
They go through a TON of oysters so they have their own truck:
And let’s not forget the Shrimp Boil and BBQ!
Whew! Real dinner later in the night was at Pho Orchid, starting with Vegetable Spring Rolls (well, after a Manhattan):
And then the combo fried rice – which I didn’t finish – but which made a great breakfast in the morning!
Guess this means that there will be more than one post for New Orleans as there were some “interesting” events on the way to The Big Easy.
It started out WAY too early – and I stayed up the night into the morning before. Short story – bed at 1am, alarm at 3am, flight at 5:30am. The only good thing about this was that I was in First Class so after breakfast I got an hours sleep or so. But here is what I look like at that time of the day – not pretty:
This was on the Seattle to Denver leg – Seat 1B, my favorite. And the breakfast was tasty, but a tad under warmed:
Choice of biscuit or cinnamon roll – since I’m headed to the south, it was biscuit (where is my gravy!)
Since it’s a domestic only ticket – no lounge access EVEN on a Paid First Class Ticket – something that Alaska Airlines does (Paid, but not on upgrades) but apparently United Airlines doesn’t. This meant that I took a two hour “nap” (much needed) on the carpet at DIA. Man did I need that nap!
But the real reason for this post is TWO different run-ins with Service Dogs – BOTH times I was seated in 1B – maybe it shouldn’t be my favorite seat after all!
The first time it was on a Seattle-Tucson direct flight with the woman sitting next to me reeking of cigarette smoke and for most of the trip was on her shoulders – panting in my ear, and going after my meal.
I boarded the flight for my favorite seat (1B) to find my legroom filled with a service dog the size of a small pony. When I went to sit down, the woman noticed my apprehension and asked if there might be another first class seat that I’d be more comfortable in – “First is booked full.”
The said small pony:
Luckily, the woman pestered all the flight attendants trying to get a gate agent involved – I actually didn’t say anything, but she could tell that I was uncomfortable. The matter was solved when the guy in 1C offered to switch seats saying, “I like dogs.” Situation defused, but you can see the dog is clearly laying across the leg room of 1A and 1B.
On this trip I actually saw the “small pony” in action.
Turns out that she has HUGE fear of flying issues and was flying to New Orleans when there are huge storms and flooding all over the region. She said she refuses to board flights with expected turbulence – she shouldn’t have boarded this one (I was expecting to be it bumpy), or they gave her bad information at the gate. When we hit the expected turbulence she really started to freak out – grabbing the arm of the gentleman who traded seats – she was pushing the call button, yelling for more alcohol, etc. That’s when the dog (who was totally chill), got up and snuggled up to her – and it did help her, but she was still a mess, not helped by the captain telling the flight attendants to strap in.
After my day I said the hell with the hour plus bus to the city ($2.50) and then a trolley ($2.50) and opted for the UberXL (no UberX from the NOLA airport) for $50.00 – it was just nice to get to the condo in half an hour.
So, its summer, which for me is no cheap bargain flights anywhere, so it’s time to explore the city. So over the last couple of weeks I’ve been doing tourist things with friends who are also free during the week.
Let’s work from Free to Pricey – though I visited these places in the reverse order.
Filson Factory Tour (FREE):
Filson is what Eddie Bauer used to be – the rugged outdoor ware company, albeit from the West Coast rather than the East Coast. Eddie Bauer has bounced around from corporate overlord to corporate overload, but Filson is still privately owned. But one thing is the same – they stand behind their product, even if your grandfather bought that jacket, they will repair it.
Here is great overview of Filson from Wikipedia: LINK HERE. Like most things, you start digging into it and although privately held, it’s held by the same folks who have Fossil and Shinola. On the upside, you should see the Filsons/Shinola bike which I don’t see on their site (or Shinolas) that had nice bamboo accents. There is still one in their showroom in Seattle – last time I asked the price I think it was upwards of a grand.
All of Filson’s production is done domestically for most of its flagship line of bags and heavy-weight jackets with a free small exceptions like dry bags (thick rubber bags for rafting, etc.) – belts, bags, all US production in Seattle, but their new line of more casual shirts I believe are outsourced/partnered to Levis (guess I’ll have to look at the “made in” tags on the next visit) but the one I looked at on the site said “imported”.
All that said, it was great to see high-end work being done in the middle of Seattle. Here are some shots. First the showroom:
And then the factory tour – with the “hottie” tour guide:
TONS of staff (ratio 4 staff to 1 customer) on the floor. Unfortunately the one item I wanted was only part of a package of a watch and books. Sigh. FYI – that “package” with the watch runs $1000. I just wanted the orange bandana! Tours are Tuesdays at 10am, Thursdays at 1:30pm– the meet on the THIRD floor, showroom is on the SECOND floor. It almost made me miss the tour!
Next up (in reverse order) is:
The Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation Visitors Center (FREE)
During opening hours it’s a self-guided tour – which is esthetically pleasing, but WORD heavy. Show up at 2pm for the guided one-hour tour. It still give you time to explore areas of interest in-depth, but give you a better overview of Uncle Bill’s work (no, I’m not his nephew, I’m just an ex-Microsoft employee).
So, the Museum is split into sections – Guitars, Hendrix Nirvana and various other music-themed exhibits, and then there is the Horror, Fantasy, Infinite Worlds sections, plus a couple of areas for special exhibition – currently one on Star Trek (extra $5 upcharge) and the other “The World of Wearable Art (WOW)”. Here is a sampling of photos starting with Fantasy and a couple of costumes from The Wizard of Oz:
Then Science Fiction:
Then into Guitars:
And finally, wearable art:
By the end of the Museum I was feeling a little peckish – luckily there is a Wolfgang Puck Pop Kitchen & Bar – 50% off on food items for members and reciprocal members. Yahoo!
Time for a Manhattan and some parmesan fries.
Next time I go to the opera I might have to come here for an early dinner!
So there you have some free and not-so-free (unless you want to borrow my pass).
I really would have preferred to tour one of their fulfillment centers – but alas, nothing in the state and nothing with slots open (I would have FLOWN to get on a tour), so Seattle Headquarters it is.
And I was serious about flying to do a tour! Just rechecked – Jeffersonville, Indiana has an October 4th opening…sigh. And now I have spots for two people. Where the hell IS Jeffersonville! Across the river from Louisville, Kentucky it turns out.
I’ve got friends in Kentucky – The Colonels, Babs…but it turns out The Colonels will be in NOLA (New Orleans) during that time – might have to reschedule.
But back to the HQ Tour! We start at “Day One North” – because in Amazon speak, “Every Day Is Day One”, in this case North, but we parked in Day One South – separated by a free Banana Stand for everyone (Amazon or not):
We were early so we wandered down to Lake Union, stopped at my Credit Union for cash, ogling all the “worker bees” before our tour.
And off on the tour we go, with two guides (and BADGES!):
Random shots of the “views” from various Amazon buildings (12 spread around South Lake Union and Belltown):
All the buildings are named after Amazon’s history – this building, Rufus, named after the first “office dog”. Currently there are about 2,000 dogs at work per day – doggie biscuits at all the reception desks. Rufus is also the name of one of our “shop dogs” – i.e., dogs what drag owners into Madrona Wine Merchants:
Lots of rooftop gardens!
And a candid shot of my tour buddy Mags:
Lots of walking – should have brought my hat from the car.
For me, the highlight was the Tote Robot (nicknamed Tottie) that delivered our “swag” – here is the video:
Please note that the robot is running at 20% of its normal speed – now you know why I want to get a tour of a fulfillment center!
Here is the SWAG and my “badge” from the tour – one of the stops was at the “reading room”, filled with advance copies of books which we could take one with us – I grabbed a “thriller” call “The Capitalist” – appropriate for an Amazon tour!
Selfie stick, badge, book, and not pictured, pen and stickies set – not sure where that’s gone to!
It was a fun day – we’d thought about doing the Gates Foundation Visitor Center, but we’d run out of energy. OK, I’d run out of energy!
Sorry that both shots were after we’d “tucked in” as the Brits would say.
This should give you an idea of the weather on our first two days on the mountain:
But there was a “cool” display of a “faux” GMC Denali gondola:
After last night’s dinner, I’d stripped the chicken and Roxy made us Chicken/Ciabatta/SweetOnionDressing sandwiches for our mountain adventure – tasty they were:
I also boiled down the bones and made stock for chicken/vegetable/noodle soup – with is tonight’s meal:
Got to get your money out of that chicken!
Even made it to the hot tub for a soak post dinner after our “grueling” day of “hiking”:
Day Three in Whistler required a room change – down the hall in the Handicapped Unit – couldn’t find four days together in one unit, so that meant packing everything up, leaving it on a trolley, bagging the stuff in the fridge, and having it magically appear in our new unit.
But, again, the mountain was socked in…
This day, we were wise enough to bring books along, spending many revolutions in the Peak2Peak Gondola, not bothering to get off – just introducing ourselves to new riders with each turn.
More chicken noodle soup for dinner – the staff kindly moved it pot and all, replacing the missing pot from our new kitchen.
And oh what a difference a day makes when the sun comes out! Lines everywhere…
No more round-and-around for us. People everywhere because of the break in the weather…
On the walk I saw this gentleman doing a watercolor on the path – reminded me of my brother-in-law on hikes:
That would be a snow making lagoon on the upper right.
As you can see from the video below, there is a reason we didn’t take this lift Tuesday or Wednesday in the bad weather – they are open chairs!
But it sure is pretty at the top!
The way DOWN is actually a little more breathtaking – though I didn’t get the camera turned on in time to see the sudden “over the cliff” launch – but as luck would have it, that’s right where the lift stopped.
I had a hankering for a hot dog – apparently not easy to find when they don’t have their outdoor grill going – unless you are a whole suckling pig!
Guessing that’s for the pulled pork poutine (which I had last year). I had to settle for the Children’s Combo which had a VERY SAD hot dog, fries, and three sides (yoghurt, fruit strips, fruit cups, etc.). That said, it was $10 CAD, minus 10% because we are pass holders, bringing it to $9 CAN, and with the exchange with $1 USD equal to $1.30 CAD, it was a cheap lunch in an expensive place:
Alas – lunch at Christines is a once-a-trip treat (we spent $110 CAD on lunch Tuesday for the two of us).
The trip is coming to the end, so, a little more reading, hanging out on lifts, but no more hiking:
And from our final ride down the mountain:
Before you know it, we are one the road headed home – actually got out of the condo by 9AM! Don’t we look relaxed on the road?
The border was maybe 20 minutes because I spent five minutes buying duty-free rye, cutting off another 10 minutes of traffic – would have been quicker, but Roxy doesn’t have a Nexus card – but not bad. We made it home after getting stuck in Seattle traffic by 3:30 or so… plenty of time to cook dinner for our mutual friend, Mr. Whippet!
Pardon the stacks of wine boxes – got 10 cases of “Buck-A-Bottle” for upcycling.
All-in-all, a fun trip. Going back early September since I have a season-long pass – and there is “room at the inn”.
This week’s adventure is a visit to Mt. Rainier, and a Steam Train ride on the way home. Rache is back along for this adventure as we both like trains. We are also flying to Calgary at the end of August for a Lunch Train to nowhere. But back to the present.
Nice overcast day – perfect for a top-down drive.
With just a two-hour drive, we get to leave at a leisurely time since check-in is a 4.
Had to swipe the picture – forgot to get a decent picture of the place. But I did get a shot of the room and the view:
This is the view from the first floor – there were screens on the windows making for bad photos, but you get the idea:
We had a little nap after our “long” drive and before long, it was time for dinner. I’d brought a bottle of the 2005 Château de Clairvoy Bordeaux – and was amazed at the low ($8) corkage fee. Glad we brought it since the wines on their list trended to mass market Washington State wine (Sagelands), or $60-100 better bottles (but way over-priced).
Rache ordered a Bombay Dry Martini, I, a Manhattan – his arrived proper, mine was a little “less” properly glassed. Apparently the “up” confused our server and didn’t get that you also “shake and strain” Manhattans:
And it’s minor – but someone orders cocktails, wait to pour the wine.
Dinner was good, not “write home” excellent, but well-prepared. I went for the linguini with clams and a salad – Rache the bone-in pork chop (which he said he should have ordered medium rare):
After dinner it was time for a hike – with a cocktail from the room in hand….a ¾-mile loop across the road from the lodge – site of a former “Medical Springs Resort” – alas, just a couple of baths and one building are left, but it was a pleasant dusk walk, hence, the darkness of the photos…
Rache, as usual, was up early and revisited the trail from last night, I grabbed breakfast at 8 (early for me – but they have limited hours)…
And went back to bed until just before check-out at 11am.
A quick drive to look at a couple of things I hadn’t seen before in Longmire…and a random selfie:
Uncle Markie and mountain, followed by a cool suspension bridge for the road that goes to the Community Building:
After the craziness of the Greek Reunion was fun – but as all “group” endeavors, there is a schedule of stuff to do. Even with most of a week off to get printers fixed, status, sleep in my own bed, cook for friends, work – I needed a vacation vacation.
Luckily I’d scheduled Puerto Vallarta as part of a United Airlines promotion – spend a grand, get 10,000 bonus miles (on top of miles and bonus’ earned), spend another $500, get another bonus of 15,000 miles. Yep, another quest! Having done the math, with “class of service” bonuses, turns out a couple of First Class tickets is the quickest/cheapest (in terms of lodging/cars/etc.)
First ticket – Puerto Vallarta!
United was actually running a 757 on the SEA-SFO route. Actually one of my favorite airframes, becoming hard to find as operators like the size as well:
Smaller bins than newer models, but a larger First Class section but I’d gotten up at 3:30am to make my flight, so I’m not looking my best:
Too bad the flight wasn’t on time EVEN BEING THE FIRST FLIGHT TO SFO OF THE DAY.
Arrive SFO – and my flight to PVR is at a Domestic Gate – miles from a Duty Free. Managed to HIKE to the International Terminal AND get back in time for the flight – and eventually have my Duty Free delivered onboard. Why? I’m a Bourbon drinker – Bourbon is NOT cheap in Mexico (though with the exchange 18 to 1, cheaper than it used to be).
737-800 to SFO-PVR. Still looking like the walking dead:
And I’m still tired – but this flight comes with breakfast:
With just carryon luggage it was quick through immigration and customs, into the cab (use the cab ordering stand in the terminal) and to the condo. I’m staying at the Vacation Intervals exchange resort with WorldMark – that’s a mouthful!
And I love that they offer you a free beer at check-in….
Not that is was a GOOD beer, but it was cold and I drank it looking out the balcony of my one-bedroom (full kitchen/no washer-dryer).
Yep, overcast, but humid as poop, with the occasional afternoon showers:
But when it’s raining outside, there is always inside:
And other than picking up mixers at the Soriana a half block away:
It was off to the restaurant in the complex – I didn’t get to the condo until almost 5pm.
Turns out this would be my ONLY meal out while in PV – starting with a margarita!
And then the grilled octopus starter:
With the requisite chips and pico de gallo….
And the main of mole chicken enchiladas….
Enchiladas were a little on the dry side, but I was poolside in PV, so……
Next day it was back to the Soriana to get supplies for the rest of the week – maybe I shouldn’t have brought Bourbon, because they sell Jack and Coke in cans in Mexico:
But I was shopping for real cooking things for the kitchen – like chicken/eggs/cheese/pico de gillo/salad…..
And that chicken will turn into heavos rancheros/stock/soup/quesadillas…..
That chicken fed me for a week!
But here are some other shots from the place (which I basically never left)…the entrance area…
Complete with big ceramic frog….
My room, the one above the towels….
The pool area….
Trust me, there were MANY, MANY more kids in that pools usually – between the heat and the kids, reading on the balcony with the sliding door open and AC wafting over me…..
But really, when the sun started to go down, too wonderful:
But after four nights – back to the airport (half the $12 equivalent fare to get back to the airport), no lounge, but a Carl’s Jr., you’d think I was back in Cali:
A little shopping and it was onto the flight – some decent leg room….
And lunch number one:
That would be plantains, not potatoes.
Another short international transfer – TIP – in Houston take the exit rather than transfer lane if you want TSA-Pre. You have to show ID again, but at least you are express.
Enough time for a QUICK cocktail in the lounge (use it or lose it) before leg two of three (PVR-IAH-DEN-SEA):
I DO love bulkhead aisle….and some of the new tray table tricks – a prop for your tablet:
And lunch number two…
The plan was for a four-hour layover in Denver (the joys of a cheap First-Class ticket), but with club access (Gold Status, International Itinerary) I went to the desk to inquire about the delayed earlier flight and First. Question: “Reward travel?” “No, paid First.” Click, click, click. “Got you a seat.” I get to the gate and there are two screens of people (about 40 people) on the complimentary upgrade list waiting in vain – a part of me feels like I actually got some value out of paying cheap for up front – and I get home three hours early! This is actually huge since I would have gotten home at 1AM and had to work at 11AM.
And rather than a snack (and the couple of drinks in the lounge waiting) on the flight – yet another meal:
That would be the mushroom risotto – the other choice was pasta in a tomato sauce – a guarantee of heartburn for me.
A four-night holiday – didn’t do ANYTHING cultural in PV, unless you consider the last Soriana photo – looks like the soda pop aisle doesn’t it?
This is the DISH SOAP aisle – THAT’s an accident waiting to happen.
Were I you, I’d abandon Air France and catch at KLM flight if you have the option. Air France, with its recent history of strike action (almost disrupting my trip to Greece) is actually dragging down the partnership. As you can see in my POST, the Air France fleet is a bit tatty.
It was about this time last year that I hit the United Million Mile mark and had a little party.
Six full months into this year and I’m Gold on Alaska Airlines. Odd that I’m on a trip booking miles on United where I’m Gold For Life (but prefer to fly Alaska especially after the trip getting down here). Guess I could fly a bunch more international flights on partner airlines (38,820 more) to hit 75K status, but the free DigiPlayer in the back doesn’t warrant the money and the butt-in-seat time. Don’t think I’ll ever hit the Million Mile status on Alaska. Sad. That’s where I’d like Gold For Life.
Just FYI – in the Mileage Whore circuit, they call this “The Game”.
You might remember a couple of weeks ago (maybe a month) when I posted this video:
And said I was just going to roll the Honkin’ Huge Printer to the curb – until Jonathan volunteered to install a new carriage belt – so, this is really a HUGE HONKIN’ SHOUTOUT to Jonathan. Thanks – I’ve already printed all the tourist maps I’ll need for my upcoming Puerto Vallarta trip.
A pro can do this in an hour….Jonathan took longer, but was meticulous in his effort:
As the parts pile up in the living room – you really DO have to break this thing down to the carcass to get to this belt:
That pesky belt – it’s supposed to be in one piece, not shredded:
Luckily my ferry back to Piraeus isn’t until almost noon, and I’d booked the cab yesterday so it’s a gentle morning travel day.
After another lovely breakfast buffet, it was pack and get out the door – in the company of two of the other guests who are sharing the cab. Actually, they picked up the cost of the cab so I bought them a coffee at the port:
Pretty much another scrum (though smaller) to get onto and settled on the ferry:
Those would be my cab-mates standing.
Uneventful journey, but massive rains in Piraeus….
And wet kids (and me!):
We waited it out…and by the time we arrived at the airport on the train we were pretty much dry. Said goodbye to Reuben and Jasmine who had a 9PM flight – mine is at 6:30AM, hence, the night in the Sofitel Athens Airport – which besides being more than I want to send ($200+, but it’s right across the street from the airport), at least it was a really nice room:
And the full-service 24-hour restaurant in the lobby serves REALLY TASTY food (and a good Manhattan as well):
Tempura cod sticks, aioli (the yellow sauce), steamed greens, potato balls, really good bread (which I actually had on since it was an olive bun).
I must have been exhausted from the trip since my last cocktail was at 6PM, water until bedtime at 9PM, as I’m up at 3:45am for my 6:30am flight to CDG (Paris). This is what 4AM looks like:
I was able to check-in on-line at the hotel AND get a printed boarding pass, so I actually had about an hour in the lounge:
And there was ICE at the open bar (I’m so easily amused):
It wasn’t until I was through final security that I realized there was no shopping! Shit – I still have two (well, I only had two) presents to try and buy:
Clay figurine (for The Lady Colonel)
Tacky T-Shirt (for Kathy)
Well, I thought there was no shopping until I saw someone with coffee – it was just a bit of a walk, and NOT MUCH selection. Imagine my surprise when I found both, though I had to take my second choice of t-shirts (in hind-sight I think I like it better anyway) – and the clay (more likely plastic or plaster) figurine came attached to a bag with a bar of olive oil soap – which The Lady Colonel requested from my upcoming fall trip to Paris/Epernay. Score! And JUST UNDER the deadline of boarding (15 minutes later).
Off to Paris – if only for a moment. This “business class” flight is a “little” better – the armrest, while not able to be put up, did move to the right an inch or two. And unlike on my previous flight, this one had the seatback that folds down for an extra tray table space:
Unlike on the “Main Line” flights – the attendants don’t seem to think aesthetics are important and leave the steamer covers on. Tacky if you ask me – even if there are only FOUR people (out of 20 seats).
And now Champagne, sigh. She even had to track down some Coke Zero – which at least came with caramels and chocolates….
Flight landed on time, BUT I have one hour forty-five minutes to change terminals AND go through border control (at least not baggage scan again). Even the Priority Line was sluggish – can’t imagine being able to do this without the Priority Line. I did get a moment in the Lounge (after a ten-minute wait to get in), with just enough time to look for a printer for my Alaska Boarding Pass (nope) and grab a drink and a bag of crisps (that would be potato chips to the non-British).
That would be an empty Mise en Bouche (bend spoon, a.k.a. “An Amusement”) of Scallop and Crispy Vegetables. Dinner itself (even though it was 11:30am and they called it “Lunch”) was smoked duck foie gras terrine, mango chutney with lime and ginger, mozzarella cheese timbale with pesto sauce, lime radish escabéche.
With a lovely glass of Côtes de Provence Château d’Olliéres Classic 2015 Rosè. The main (my choice of three) was the baked filet of beef with Banyuls wine, vegetable pearls and chestnuts with orange zest.
Did I remember to take a picture – no. But I had the 2011 St. Émillion Grand Cru Château Jean Faure. I didn’t even get a photo of dessert! I did get a photo of the forward lavatory – which, while not as nice as the SAS old Seattle-Copenhagen route, which was a “double-wide” with blinds and full-length mirror, this one was better than most, though I should have picked up the towellette before photo’ing.
Watched a movie, took a nap, watched another movie and it was time for “breakfast”. This would be thyme potato crisp, sautéed asparagus, cèpe mushrooms with smoke-flavored cream, hazelnut cake, custard sauce, chocolate puff, and berry panna cotta. And look – more champagne!
Luckily I don’t eat like this every day!
The final picture, but not comment, is that these Air France 777-200’s are tired old beasts – I had a pop up screen (that you could angle for a better view), the seats behind me had small embedded screens:
The resolution is SOOOOO bad on these screens that any subtitles are virtually unreadable. Apparently, this fall, they will be all updated (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Air_France). It can’t come soon enough. And hopefully they will move to lie-flat beds as part of the move.
Arrived YVR (Vancouver, British Columbia, CanadaLand) and got through Border Control with just my on-line Alaska Boarding Pass (whew!) and rolled my case to the next available Alaska flight back to Seattle. I arrive around noon – and my official flight isn’t until 9:30pm – luckily the flight gods were with me again, scored a window exit seat on an almost completely full flight and I was home and in bed by 2:30pm – almost 8 hours early.
Slept for four hours, was up for four hours, took a sleeping pill and woke up at my normal time.
It’s not exactly time to say goodbye to Sifnos, but it is the final day. Last night I said I wasn’t going to make the hike (in the heat) the 20-minute walk from the road – this morning I caved, feeling that they’d gone to all the bother, at least I could show up.
Bus time again! We get dropped off at the goat trail leading to the farm and wait (luckily in the shade) for those driving to join us…
Guess I could have taken a helicopter in – though actually that just serves Athens.
This should give you an idea of the terrain of the goat path…
That would be the town of Kastro in the distance. Here is a better look:
What you need to realize is that ALL of the materials to fix up the house and build a small guest house had to come up this path – by human or donkey. Idyllic if you don’t mind hiking in and out.
And it even comes with its own chapel which they are hoping to renovate within the coming year.
The picture somehow manages to hide all the bird poop – it really does need a lot of work, and the boys, well, they can garden, but not plaster.
Mulberries (which stain the hell out of everything) …
And originally a cistern with waterwheel for grinding grains.
It really is a lovely quiet place (if it weren’t for that brutal hike in).
Hiked back out, caught the bus to “the big city”, Apollonia where I spied this sign – mind you, this the day AFTER the British decided to leave to the European Union.
Lots of Brits as part of the party so needless to say, the conversation later around the pool is Brexit, Brexit, Brexit.
It seems that I’ve rather bonded with this particular British family….
Speaking of poolside food (they had the seafood risotto which looked heavenly) I tried their marinated octopus (7 Euro) that came with a caper/green onion potato salad that was stunning. I don’t usually rave about poolside food but this deserves it.
Such a hard life – after all that hiking I needed a little (or a lot) of relaxing, especially since tonight is the big party. But wait! More walking – at least this time there is a band to march along with. But seriously – is everything off the beaten path – on Sifnos, apparently.
At least at the end of this march there was Champagne!
And stunning views…
This should give you an idea of the place…
Big party, big food, lots of fun. I’m feeling all GREEK!
And the happy couple!
As the sun goes down….
Nice buffet spread….
The plans called for the party to go all night – with a spaghetti feed at 3AM. For those of us with less fortitude, buses start running at midnight, running every 40 minutes until dawn. These people know how to party, alas, I don’t. I’m on the first bus out – I’ve got a morning ferry back to Piraeus.
If you got to this post directly from FaceBook, you can find the rest of the trip in chronological order at http://blog.unclemarkie.com.