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The Grand Canyon is indeed Grand!!

The Grand Canyon we visit today is a gift from past generations.  Just sitting and watching the changing shadows, wandering along a trail, feeling the sun and wind on your face and standing at the rim reminds me to give thanks to those generations.

Few places have provoked as much wonder as the Grand Canyon.  The rocks exposed within the Canyon range from the young to the old.  Kaibab limestone, the caprock on the rims of the canyon, formed 270 million years ago.  The oldest rocks, at the bottom, date from 1,840 million years.  Nowhere else on earth features such dazzling variety of colorful rock layers, impressive buttes, and shadowed side canyons.

Edgar was allowed to walk around with me on the paved trails, dogs are not allowed off trail.  It costs $25.00 and a long line to enter the park.  Buy a National Parks Pass on-line for $87.00 to gain admission to any of the National Parks and Recreation areas and bypass the long entrance lines.

The park camping was completely full so we went to the Ten X campground about 3 miles from the park entrance.  The camping was primitive – no water and a pit toilet – but it only cost $9.00 for a safe campsite.  In the morning I was able to re-enter the park and use their shower facilities – another reason to buy the season pass.


Hoover Dam

Hoover Dam is a testimony to a country’s ability to construct monolithic projects in the midst of adverse conditions. Built during the Depression; thousands of men and their families came to Black Canyon to tame the Colorado River. It took less than five years, in a harsh and barren land, to build the largest dam of its time. Now, years later, Hoover Dam still stands as a world-renowned structure. The Dam is a National Historic Landmark and has been rated by the American Society of Civil Engineers as one of America’s Seven Modern Civil Engineering Wonders.

30 miles outside of Las Vegas the Hoover Dam is still one of the most visited attractions, even 70 years after its construction.

Edgar was not allowed in the parking areas or out of the car anywhere, or left alone in the car, so we drove over the dam and back and snapped a few pictures from the roadway above.


Old Town San Diego

Old Town San Diego, the birthplace of California.

You can spend a pleasant few hours shopping, dining and visiting historic sites in Old Town.  I was pleased that Edgar was allowed to stroll around in Old Town.  We stopped at a mexican restaurant, Casa de Reyes,  for some lunch.  They had only one “dog” table and it was occupied.  I asked the two ladies sitting there if they would mind changing tables and they were quick to say yes.  Thanks so much to sisters Kim and Beth. 

It is said that, Old Town San Diego serves more tequila than anywhere else in the world so there is plenty to choose from.  Blanco or plata is the most common type, considered “unaged” under 60 days old, and may be bottled fresh from distillation.  Reposado means rested and is aged in oak barrels from two months to a year.  This is where the better tequilas starts and the taste becomes richer and more complex.  Anejo or vintage is aged in government sealed barrels for at least a year and the color is darker and richer from the barrels.

See how much you learn when you go to historic sites!


San Diego is Dog Friendly

Edgar and I traveled down to San Diego after watching my niece graduate from Scripps – way to go Victoria!

We made our way to Ocean Beach, one of several dog friendly beaches in San Diego.  We met Wilson.  Wilson is a giant, 190 lb., Dane/Mastiff who is a therapy dog and a Canine Good Citizen.  Edgar, only about the size of his head, loved him.

Edgar was also allowed to walk with me in Old Town San Diego and the Westfield Shopping Center in Downtown San Diego had a doggie drop off area.

Edgar gives San Diego two thumbs up!



If you name your boat Karma, you should be nice to others.

We are moving off Liberty today.  When you live aboard at a marina you have to tote all your stuff from the parking lot to the boat and back, the dock supplies little karts for toting heavier things.  There are only a few karts and as you can guess, they are in constant use.  I saw a nice looking couple taking a kart to the dock and asked them if they were going to be using it all day, they said they were moving off their boat and would.  As I hand lugged the stuff off my boat I noticed the kart in front of their boat, loaded, but not being used.  WTF!!!

I finally got Liberty empty and the kart still sat there, unused.

When the boat owner finally returned, hours later, I thanked him for his generosity in letting me use the public kart while he was otherwise occupied, he took offense 🙂

If you name your boat Karma you should remember it comes in two forms, bad and good.

Edgar is not doing so well, he has had 5 seizures per day for the last 3 days.  So far so good for today.  Please send all your good doggy karma his way.


Action Whitewater Adventures

To say I had fun would be an understatement, but let’s start at the beginning.  Since I have limited access to e-mail and none to phone, I did not get the 4 extra e-mails sent to me by Chris, the owner of AWA.  I happily showed up at the original meeting time and place.  I got to observe as Chris and his crew were readying supplies for our trip down the American River.

We were the first run of the season and it takes a lot of gear and preparation to get 14 people down to the river, loaded onto rafts with all proper safety and rafting equipment.  We each wore a wet suit, a splash jacket, life jacket and  helmet.  AWA was also moving into its new home on Route 49 just North of Marshall Gold Discovery Park.

I followed Chris to the new location and met my fellow rafters and our guides.

We got a lesson in paddling and commands from Josh and were loaded into rafts.  Josh and nine guests in one raft and me and 3 guides in the other 🙂  The river was running cold, high, and fast. Our raft was responsible for the safety of the guests in the other raft and to give the crew a shakedown on the river.

If you have not rafted the American River you must come immediately to California and “just do it”.  This is a fast river with some big rapids.  The trip combines the river’s natural beauty, rich historical background, and exhilarating rapids into one great whitewater experience.  I felt completely at ease as Eric, Diane and Lindsay took turns guiding us down the river.

You can raft the American with 30 different companies, Action Whitewater Adventures is a family company, and the owner, Chris, has been rafting this river since he was 14.   Chris and his guides are comfortable taking your 8 year old or 80 year old down the river safely.  Check out the website and make your reservations.

I had an absolutely wonderful, thrilling, wet, fun ride!!

Edgar spent a fun day at Dog-Woods Resort and was well taken care of by Theresa,  I picked him up and he was dirty and, I swear, smiling.  We both had a great day!


Liberty, life aboard a docked sail boat.

Talking with my friend Geri today about living aboard a boat.  Geri suggested I write a blog about it, so…here ya go.

Liberty is a 37′ sloop, which is a sailboat with one mast.  There is power from shore and a great wi-fi connection from the harbor.

Water – go get the hose and fill the two on-board water tanks.  One tank feeds the kitchen, foot pumped, and the other the bathroom sink.  There is a marine toilet, so no solid waste, but if you have to pee at night it is a lifesaver.  Just saying.   Hot water,  put a kettle on.

Galley – that’s the kitchen for you landlubbers.  A small gas stove and sink, there is a cooler, but I prefer to use my Yeti.  I have been making most of my meals here and have become very efficient at washing dishes in a tiny sink, there is no garbage disposal and you have to be careful of what you put in there because it drains out to the bay.  I am using an enviro washing soap.

Berth – the bed is luxurious.  A custom made mattress, very comfy.  No heat, but a small electric heater, I get it all warm and toasty before we turn in.

Main shower and bathroom are on land, about a 3 minute walk.   First you take off the 3 boards which are the main cabin door, then up over the side of the boat and jump down to the dock, up the main ramp to the main dock, down the main dock to the beach and over to the building which houses the showers.  There is a super fancy french restaurant in the building called Le Garage, I stopped in once and $$$$$$$ oooo la la.

There is a nice “Captain’s” seating area which would normally have maps and charts but now houses my computer and reference materials.  I can stream shows to my mini and that is how I watch tv or movies.

There are a lot of boats anchored off the docks.  I counted over 100.  The guys who live on them are called “anchor outs”, a scruffy group of gentlemen who have been nothing but kind to me and Edgar.  They come into shore in an array of different skiffs and park them on the dock next to mine.  A neighborhood of sorts, I like it.

Edgar is having a hard time adjusting to the rock and sway of the boat and fell off the steps more than once.  I tried to get him to jump off the boat to the dock and he did it twice, but, I think it is just too far for the little guy.  I lift him on and off.

So, we are snug as two bugs in a rug.

The boat is being dry-docked for a few days on the 23rd of this month.  I would like to go gold panning while I am off the boat.   Has anyone done it?  Where is the best place in N. California?


Driving Miss Belle

The joy of watching someone you love overcome  fear and do what they knew they could do…. …priceless.

My sister piloted her Boston Whaler, with a Honda 60, from her houseboat, to the dock I am staying on, across San Francisco Bay to the Corinthian Yacht Club, by herself, first time, triumph!  We high fived each other as we got off Belle at the Club, only to be turned around by Hans, the dock master guy, who sent us into an even smaller spot, which terrified Janet even more, which she did anyway.

After a yummy Sunday brunch, we docked Belle back at the houseboat, walked to the sailboat and picked up Edgar and then back to the houseboat.  About a mile each way.  Along the route, a friend stopped Janet and gave her a couple fat, fresh frozen lobster tails from a recent diving trip.

We decided to eat the tails with sauteed vegetables in a white wine sauce.  When they thawed, it turned out we had been mistakenly given the “prize catch”.  This single tail was over 2 lbs of deliciousness.

“Mama said they’d be days like this” the good ones, the ones we we’ll remember, an incredible dinner cooked and enjoyed with a sister, a nice walk and conquest of fear.


What is that smell?

I had the most wonderful morning!  I met a new friend, he was very low to the ground, black with a white stripe and he smelled wonderful!  I went over to him and he shared his smell with me.  I am such a lucky dog.   My mom thought he smelled wonderful too, she keeps saying, “oh my, Edgar, you smell”.

Mom is talking to the nice people next to us about leaving me with them while she goes to the store and they are making funny faces and laughing about my wonderful smell.  Maybe I will go and get my new friend and bring him back to the boat dock so everyone can meet him.

I am such a lucky dog.


Hiking in Marin and Sonoma

Marin County is scenic.  You can take many hikes around the bay with views of the Pacific Ocean, San Francisco, and all the lovely hills and valleys surrounding the bay.

We started at the Marin Headlands Visitor Center and intended to walk the Miwok Trail loop.  How we ended up on the Bobcat Trail…… couldn’t guess, between me and my sister we could get lost in a round room, with a map, and a guide.

The Federal Forest Ranger pulled us over for walking our dogs on no dogs allowed paths, he gave us a map, pointed us in the right direction and sent us back down the hill.  We saw turkey vultures, red tail hawks and some wild iris.  Edgar picked up a California tick.

Today we drove to Sonoma and had lunch with Janet’s friend Pat.  Pat came to Portland last year to meet with Arnica Publishing about “Animals Everywhere”.  I took her and Janet for a hike in Forest Park and got us lost coming back from the Pittock Mansion.  Luckily, I flagged down a nice lady in a BMW who gave all three of us and Edgar a ride back to our car – we were on the wrong side of the hill.

Pat did not get us lost in Sonoma and I had the pleasure of walking in the 80 degree sunshine around some beautiful old vineyards.

We stopped on the way home at the Field of  Greens for some free range, just laid eggs, and at the Jacuzzi Winery for a few nice bottles of wine.