Saturday, August 29, 2015

The Great American Road Trip, Volume 2

We did it again! We packed up the 4-Runner--this time carving out enough room for Bowen to lounge comfortably as we drove through five states on the Great American Road Trip, Volume 2.

You may recall the Great American Road Trip from 2014. Well, although we got out there on the open road, there were some key differences this year.

We were not alone. (See above.) We had our pup. And we visited wonderful friends along the way. We camped. We stayed in a rinky-dink motel. We mountain-biked. We visited another national park (I HEART NATIONAL PARKS!).

Oh, and the most hilarious job interview and a surprising job offer book-ended the trip (more to come on that!).

America is beautiful. I'm determined to visit all fifty states. And to see as many national parks as possible.

Though I didn't get to journal each night like I did last year, I did keep some Cliffs Notes so that I'd be able to recall the fun and funny details of the trip. Without further ado...

Well, I guess I'll just add it in here, that while I was interviewing for a new job (I suppose I should mention that I was not planning to change jobs...I LOVED my last job), a fire alarm went off. And it wasn't just a drill. There was an actual FIRE at work. Without going into full detail, let's just say, while we were evacuating, I had to continue my interview. My entire office building stood outside watching plumes of smoke rise into the sky, all the while I continued answering questions and sharing my presentation. Needless to say, I took the flames and smoke as a sign that the job was not for me (...but stay tuned...the burning truck turned out to be a good omen!).

Right after that job interview, on the first day of "summer hours" at work, Taylor and I booked it out of town and made the long haul to Boise, where we stayed with a dear friend, Newt. Highlights = a nice little morning hike in the hills, BOMB DOT COM coffee at Java, oh and my mountain bike got vandalized?! Yeah. That happened, oddly enough.

From Boise, we headed east! We were traveling over Memorial Day weekend, and it just happened to be my parents' 40th anniversary. We drove from Idaho through Utah, passing through Wyoming (and stopping for an evening run around the University of Wyoming campus), and onto Boulder, Colorado.

My college roommate, Katie, lives on Pearl Street in Boulder, which is the equivalent of any "hot" downtown street in any big city. Basically, she lives the life. She just so happens to be dating her next-door neighbor (true story!), so she gave us her place for the couple of nights we stayed in town. We ran along Boulder Creek, visited Katie's CrossFit "shop," enjoyed the most delicious pork eggs Benedict (my fave!), tried to hike Chitaqua (um...I don't think I'm spelling that correctly!?), but had to turn around once a crazy thunder and lightning storm rolled in, and went to Red Rocks to see our favorite Red Dirt country band, the Randy Rogers Band.

Oh. Wait. Hold the phone. Taylor got terrible...and I mean TERRIBLE food poisoning...or some kind of bug. So he wasn't able to go to the concert. Talk about awful. Taylor stayed home, while Katie, her boyfriend, Taylor's good buddy who lives in Denver, and I went to the concert. I've never seen Taylor quite like that. And what a horrible time to be sick. On vacation!

Taylor rallied, though. And the next morning, Katie and I ran the Boulder Boulder, which is one of the--if not THE--biggest 10K races in the country. It was a fun way to see her city, and we also got to see our friends Matt and Michelle who recently moved to the Denver area.

We met up with Taylor's buddy, Denny, took Bowen to an outrageous dog park in Boulder, and then we took a drive up Flagstaff and saw a magnificent view of the city. We saw a fox and baby foxes. I repeat: WE SAW A FOX...in the wild! And baby foxes! It was rad.

Before heading out of Boulder, we got my bike fixed up, had another "KVH special" breakfast, and decided to take the scenic route through the mountains and canyons.

Our next stop was Fruita, Colorado, known for its mountain biking. As soon as we arrived, we checked out the BLM trails and decided we'd go for a run to evaluate the condition of the trails. The notes I wrote say this: "Mud. Scenery! Bowen's heaven." It's true. Bowen was in absolute heaven. He ran free and wild, and he was the happiest dog in the whole world.

We decided to camp at a state park (fancy camping, as I like to say, because state parks have bathrooms, which are typically really clean!). And we feasted on Hot Tomato Pizza, recommended from a college friend who lives in the neighboring city of Grand Junction, CO. I should mention that the pizza was a little cool and soggy because we ordered it to go, to enjoy back at camp, only to be met with the biggest torrential downpour...storm...lightning...thunder...hail! Oh my goodness. It was the biggest storm we've ever tried to camp through. Thankfully, and rather serendipitously (is that a word?), we took the last remaining campsite, which just so happened to be a handicapped campsite, which meant that it was the only campsite with a shelter. Yes. We got so super lucky in that we had a shelter to keep us dry throughout dinner and into the night.

After awaking to the fresh air, a SUNRISE, and pour-over coffee, we made our plan for the day. We headed out to Bookshelf (I think that's what the area is called?) and set up a day camp for ourselves. We rode the trails, and then Taylor left me back at camp and REALLY rode the trails, and we enjoyed the day in Fruita. That night, we decided to stay in a hotel to avoid the storms that seemed to roll through every night in Colorado. That, and we were about due for a shower. My notes point out that we ate at Breckenridge Brewery...the bison burger must have really stood out to me...and then we drove around the campus of Mesa State. I also made note of the fact that we watched the final game of the NBA finals and saw Steph Curry win it all from the comfort of our hotel room in Fruita, Colorado. (Funny what one chooses to recall in short daily notes of a trip.)

The next day was Thursday. We were heading into the final leg of our trip. We woke at sunrise, and can I just say that the sunrise along the Colorado River is beauuutiful. If you ever get the chance...!!! We hit the road and made it to Arches National Park!

I LOVE NATIONAL PARKS! The beauty is just unreal. The features at Arches look like foam movie props. That's the best way I can describe them. It was unreal hot at the park. We kind of shuffled through in a somewhat short amount of time. It was a different experience than Glacier. Not a good or bad kind of different...just different. We spent a few days around Glacier, whereas I felt the afternoon at Arches was enough. Maybe it's because it was so hot? I don't know. We were in the desert, after all.

From Arches, we drove through Moab, and checked out Slick Rock. We were back on the road and heading to Park City, Utah. Apparently, I found it important to note that we finished up the podcast "Serial" at this point in the trip. Serial got us through many states, and it ended just about the time we rolled into the BYU campus. Both Taylor and I love checking our college campuses, so it was cool to see Provo when not in town for a basketball game.

From Provo, it was PARK CITY OR BUST! We arrived in this blissful vacation town in the early evening, and we were blown away by the beauty. We stayed with our friend Dan whose condo is right at the base of the mountains. As in...his backyard IS a ski jump. It was unreal. Bowen was once again in heaven with all the land to run free. When we are with our friend Dan, we always feast. That first night, we went to the local Whole Foods and decided to eat in, as we were tired from the road, and we had a big day of mountain biking ahead of us.

After some serious French Press coffee (Dan makes the BEST!), we embarked on a three-hour mountain bike ride FROM DAN'S DOOR. Yep. The perks of living in Park City, I suppose. And...I'm happy to say I did NOT have a bike accident on this trip. After witnessing glorious views and cranking through some tough hills, we headed back to Dan's place.

At this point in the trip, I received a call with a job offer. I got the job! The job that I interviewed for during a fire. An actual fire! I couldn't really believe it, and I wasn't so sure I was ready for a new job, but I accepted, and Taylor, Dan, and I celebrated with Peronis and plans for a special dinner.

We took Bowen to yet another fancy dog park, shopped around downtown Park City, and had cocktails at a pretty sweet little tavern before heading back to get ready for one of our famous feasts. You see, when Dan's around, we always feast. It's kind of our deal. We did this when he lived in Portland, and by goodness, we were going to do this again in his new home turf.

We went to a place called Handle. Small plates. Delicious cocktails. An ah-may-zing dessert (yes, I detailed this in my notes...caramel pudding with Chex cereal beignets). I couldn't think of a more fitting way to celebrate than with Taylor and Dan and a dinner feast.

Sadly, the next day began our trek home. And...it actually ended our trip. Neither Taylor nor I thought we'd actually make it home on the same day we left Park City, but we did it. But not before another mountain bike ride for Taylor, a trail run for Bowen and me, a Whole Foods breakfast burrito breakfast, coffee, and more coffee, and a visit to Temple Square in Salt Lake City.

We made a stop in Ontario, Oregon to have dinner at our friend's parents' Mexican restaurant, something Taylor's been wanting to do for years. We drove. And we drove. And we drove some more until we finally made it back home. It was a long drive, but we did it. And we slept in our own beds and awoke to one final day of vacation at our house.

The Great American Road Trip, Vol. 2 was a success. We were on the go the whole trip, and we had cell service for far too much of the vacation, but we saw some amazing sights, and we spent an uninterrupted week together, making memories and catching up on this, that, and the other things we aren't able to cram into the fast-paced typical work weeks. I think we've decided that the Great American Road Trip is going to be a tradition, as is the quest to see more national parks.

America the beautiful: We love you!
Legitimate food services truck fire during said interview. You can't make this stuff up! 


ROAD TRIP!!!


ARE WE THERE YET?!

Boulder!

Red Rocks!



KVH and her man, Mike!

RRB! I've seen you like 15 times, and it doesn't matter. You're THAT good. Always! 


A FOX. IN THE WILD!

BABY FOXES! 




Handsome pup!

TWINNING FOR THE 10K.







Race supporters.









ROAD. WARRIOR!


Bowen after a busy day on the trails.










Dan and Bowen had a special bond. ;)

One last natural spectacle on our drive home. 
   

I can't even fathom 40 years of marriage


Way back in May...May 23 to be exact, my parents celebrated forty years of marriage.

They are the most difficult people to do anything special for...because they somehow end up giving back to their kids tenfold whatever is given to them.

So, instead of something material, we decided to put together a book of memories for our parents. Since there are four of us kids, each of us wrote up the top ten most vivid memories...either of our childhood or adult life...with one or both of our parents...siblings present or not. Knowing that some of the memories--like time spent in Sunriver--would be duplicated, it was pretty fun seeing what everyone came up with.

Our parents put us first and continue to put us first even though all of us are grown and married. We did everything as a family, always. We sat down to dinner every night growing up, and when sports interfered, a hot dinner was always waiting in the oven. When we started fighting through dinner, as siblings and teenagers do, we began watching Jeopardy while eating, and I swear that's when my love of trivia began. My parents didn't leave us much--I can remember only one occurrence when we had a babysitter. I know there were a few more, but they just chose us over most everything else. Maybe to a fault sometimes. Nonetheless, they were and are shining examples of parents.

Thanks for sticking together through it all, Dad and Mom. We are beyond blessed. Happy happy anniversary, again...just a few months late.




Um. I don't know why I can't rotate this photo. Christmas cookie decorating. If you can see my face, I'm super stoked to be eating frosting!


And I can't rotate this one either. Ugh. This was B.K. (Before Kate)...Joe and Elizabeth's birthday at Farrell's. 






Tuesday, July 7, 2015

730 days of marital bliss

May 3 is my favorite holiday. Our anniversary.

I love our anniversary because it's a private holiday. Unlike a birthday, very few people actually remember your anniversary, but there's that special little feeling...a glow you wear around all day--just like it's your birthday. It's special.

And because our anniversary comes just after the end of tax season, it's been our tradition (can you call something a tradition if you've done it only twice?) to lie low...to plant our garden and tidy up the yard...to splurge on a farm-fresh locavore dinner out in wine country.

And we like keeping up with the traditional wedding gifts.Two whole years of marriage is commemorated with gifts of the cotton variety. I got Taylor a new set of cotton sheets for our bed, with our monogram in our wedding colors. Taylor laid out new cotton beach towels (extra long!) and sunscreen for our upcoming summer of paddleboarding and outdoor adventures. His presentation was on point.

It's hard to believe we said "I do" two years ago. There are details of the day I can recall like yesterday, but then there are other moments that are already slipping away into the depths of my memory. We've already packed a lot of experiences into our marriage.

Not every day is a honeymoon, of course. I can say with certainty I know I am a difficult person. And Taylor is quite a saint for putting up with me and loving me unconditionally. I am so thankful for Taylor's patience and compassion. His threshold and tolerance for my moments of near-insanity is uncanny. Our minds work differently--his more analytical, while mine more creative, but we tend to complement and balance each other out. Taylor is really good at pushing me beyond my level of comfort when we're out exploring. We climb a little higher, run a little farther, and always take the scenic route. We're *always* in agreement when it comes to "the experience," and have no qualms about prioritizing and paying for the things that will make us memories versus material things.

Finally got that wedding album made...and a special foodie treat from my mom.

Nice presentation, T.B.

Our new favorite winery: Vista Hills--where they jam to records on the record player.

Of course we brought man's BFF along...

This guy's always wanted to take me to the rooftop bar in his college town, so we sipped margarita above the town of McMinneville.

We actually ended up at Nick's Italian, a well-regarded resto in Mac-town...crab lasagna and this beast of a pizza. Not too shabby.

And finally, some recently uncovered wedding photos of Hazel and Leo.


Until next year...

Another tax season in the books

Here I am...recapping April in July. Pretty standard. 

We made it through another tax season over at the Bethell Bungalow, and of course it presented its own challenges--namely a puppy by the name of Bowen. Bowen and I got to be good buds, running together four of five weekday mornings, going to the dog park in the evenings, cooking dinner together, and catching up on recorded Food Network and/or the occasional trashy TV shows before Taylor made it home each night.

We immediately headed over to our favorite oasis, Sunriver, with two other couples. Taylor went a day early, and I got a call on my way over that he wrecked on his mountain bike. This was not the first time I'd received a call like this, but this was the first time in which he was standing outside of urgent care. Poor guy basically got impaled by the handlebar, leaving a gruesome mark on the center of his chest...earning him the nickname "Ironman" forevermore from this group of friends.   

We still managed to take a couple great hikes, cheers with celebratory drinks, feast (of course), check off the obligatory brewery dinner, bike ride, relax, and rejuvenate. Taylor and I stayed an extra day and basked in the beauty and freedom reaching April 15 brings every year.