First Days In Japan

  As I write our first blog from Japan we are sitting in our traditional robes looking out at the stormy sea at The Earth resort.  

We began our trip by flying out of Vancouver to take advantage of the Canadian exchange rate to buy our airline tickets.  By staying over the night before at an airport hotel, it made our day of flying very calm.  Everything was done and all we had to do was eat breakfast and take the shuttle to the airport. 

The most difficult part was getting all of our luggage from the shuttle drop off to check-in.  This isn’t our usual “pack light” adventure.  We are skiing at the end of the trip after two weeks of touring in a winter climate.  But we made it with plenty of time to spare and the Vancouver Airport is quite nice, with an artificial forest stream in the waiting area and a large aquarium. 

 Jim was excited to fly the Boeing 787 Dreamliner with its large windows and better air circulation.  The only oddity was that the reclining seats in our flight’s Business Class didn’t lay down flat (as they did in the two Delta Airlines 777’s we have been on).  Instead, our seats almost reclined flat but then left us at an angle something like Frankenstein’s table in the old movie.  Still we were able to sleep for a few hours of our nine hour flight to Tokyo.

The service from Japan Air Lines (JAL)  couldn’t have been better and I transitioned to my  Japanese cultural experience by ordering the  

 Bento box for dinner which was really quite tasty for airplane food.

After landing our first experience in Japan was fast and efficient.  The luggage came right out and customs was a breeze. Interestingly, Japan takes finger prints and photos of all foreigners.  We were not offended.

Our driver met us, sweeping us and our luggage to his car.  Our 2 large bags, 2 small bags and massive ski bag was on a cart.  We panicked as he approached the escalator only to learn that the clever Japaneese have created carts that adjust so that they can go up or down escalators without a problem.

Once again we chose a wonderful travel agent to plan our trip and we weren’t disappointed at our first quick stop in Tokoyo. The staff took care of all our needs including helping us ship our ski bags on to Myokokogen and our larger bag on to our Kyoto hotel.

After getting our bags settled we headed out for a nearby walk to see a bit of downtown Tokyo. Our travel agent gave us lots of walking and touring suggestions.  This evening we headed out to find a local SIM data card for our IPAD. On the way we walked past the beautifully lit Tokyo International Forum  

  

 building built on the former site of  Edo Castle.  Bics Camera store was a hopping potpourris of technology and although no one spoke English well and we don’t speak Japanese at all, we all spoke technology and quickly procured a SIM card which the staff tested and is working beautifully.

From there we went to a nearby building that offered a variety of international restaurants.  We settled on some Tapas because they had a no smoking section and made it through a meal and the walk back before collapsing in bed.  Other than the large number of smokers, the Japanese are very clean — there is no graffiti, almost no litter of any kind anywhere, and yet there are almost no public garbage cans.  On our 90 minute drive from the airport to downtown, we didn’t see a single dirty car or even a dirty truck!

Breakfast was lovely and our job was to take a walk to Dimelers department store and their food section to procure Bento boxes for our train trip later that day.  

  The variety and beauty of the culinary selections was truly overwhelming.  We decided on a Japanese style bento box and a salad for our travel food.

Back at the hotel the staff was waiting to walk us to our train.  Although we felt a bit lazy and self-conscious by this service, we thoroughly enjoyed the stress-free transfer.

  The trains in Japan are exceptionally clean, comfortable, smooth and fast, and run like clockwork, especially the “super express” bullet trains.  We boarded and left promptly only carrying our overnight bags as instructed.  Jim loves trains and this trip will be full of train travel.

Our excursion southwest along the coast took us past Mt. Fuji, lasted most of the afternoon and included one transfer, which thanks to detailed instructions we navigated on our own without a problem.

After 2 mores shuttles (one big and one small), along a surprisingly narrow and winding coastal road (and by many oyster operations) we were welcomed with Japanese bows by the staff at “The Earth” healing waters resort.  Our room is amazing, the views of the ocean and rugged coastline are vast, and the food is artistic and scrumptious. 

    

   
Originally, we were supposed to go for a train excursion on Monday to a local important shrine.  But we decided instead to just stay here, enjoy the healing waters and watch the big wind storm that blew in overnight, raised the surf to over ten feet of loud crashing waves, and then gave way to a sunny late afternoon. 

We ended our day yesterday with a facial for me and a shiatsu massage for both of us.  Here in Japan facials include massages, because your face can’t relax if your body isn’t relaxed.  The shiatsu massage was very different.  Two people swept into our room pointed to the bed where we both told to lay down with our clothes on.  They then proceeded to press very firmly on every pressure point in the body. They never touch you directly, there is always a cloth between us and them. It was different, but surprisingly relaxing after it was done.

Very few people spoke any English here and we were the only Americans.  But we felt totally welcomed and well cared for at all times. Here is a young lady, Shinba, that practiced her English with us while we were here and was delightful.  She lives near Mt. Fuji but works here and stays in the staff housing. We are soon to be Facebook friends!

 Today we are on the move again, this time to Kyoto.   We send you all our love and hopefully a little of the “healing waters” Japanese energy we have experienced so far.

We end our first blog with a beautiful sunrise from this morning. 

 

Fun with James and Jasmine & our change of plans!

After leaving Blind Channel we cruised the short distance to Dent Island. Dent is back in the land of cell service and as the dots appeared the messages came in and we got the news that Jim’s dad was in the hospital. We decided he should fly back and we quickly arranged for a seaplane flight home for him that evening.

Jim’s dad got better during the day and a half Jim was with his dad, so Jim decided to fly back to the boat for our preplanned time with Jasmine and James. However, after Jim returned, his dad became worse again so we decided to head home early. Dick is back at Mirabella now and is doing better. But we wanted to share this last blog post with you.

While Jim flew to Seattle I stayed at the Dent Island marina and was lucky that our friends Stan and Mary Harrelson happened to be there too, so I had a great dinner with friends. Joining us at the table was an interesting collection of boaters and fishermen. I met a lovely couple, Richard and Michelle Glickman, who own Gorge Harbour. They were celebrating their anniversary at Dent. Since I was alone, and determined to catch a fish, Richard offered to take me fishing (this gave Michelle the opportunity to sleep in).

I warned Richard that my fishing success rate was dismal. Despite that, he took me out, gathered a yummy breakfast for us, and gave me a great fishing lesson. Although our summer of heat and sun has been a constant this trip, my fishing day was cool and drizzly. Richard was a great teacher, and we did catch a couple of salmon, but they were too small to keep. Our only keeper was a medium sized rockfish, which later became yummy fish tacos,DSC_7533 but no large catch for us. Ah well. We shared great conversation, I learned a lot and I look forward to seeing Richard and Michelle again.

We got back to Dent just in time to meet Jasmine and James arriving by seaplane. Although it was cloudy they had a fun seaplane ride. “Just a little scary,” James said of the end of the flight.  After they arrived we headed to lunch before taking a nap.

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Because it was a rainy day we spent most of our time playing in the boat. But, Grandma was prepared! I purchased a great jigsaw puzzle at Blind Channel that was perfect for James. IMG_3618Although it was rated 3+ he rose to the challenge and really enjoyed working on the puzzle repeatedly over the next few days.

After a good nights sleep we woke up, enjoyed a hardy breakfast, some rock throwing IMG_3623and then all worked on our boat chores preparing the True Love for the Captain’s return and our cruise south.

James was a big helper, filling the water tank and washing the boat.

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The Captain arrived at noon and we headed out. The second mate fell asleep almost immediately, exhausted from all his chores,DSC_7462 but we heard on the radio that there was a pod of orcas just north of Dent. So we turned around and headed to see them. Jasmine had never seen orcas from the boat. The orcas positioned themselves perfectly to feed on the salmon as the current funneled them through the narrow channel. We counted over 12 including some really big orcas.DSC_7504

Because we decide to return early to Seattle we changed our plans to take Jasmine and James to Pendrell Sound and instead headed for Gorge Harbour. Richard and Michelle have done a great job with the area and James really enjoyed the heated community pool.IMG_5288

One of our favorite memories of the trip was sharing Mary Poppins with James for the first time. We watched the first half on Saturday night while anchored in Gorge Harbour and James was mesmerized.DSC_7586

From Gorge, we cruised on south to one of our favorite stops: Egmont. It worked perfectly as a stop on our way to Pender Harbour, where Jasmine and James had rescheduled their flight back to Seattle for Monday.

James was excited to see the end of Mary Poppins, which we saved for after dinner. The day ended with a beautiful sunset and moonrise. DSC_7602The next morning we took the tender out to show Jasmine and DSC01305James the Skookumchuck Rapids DSC01306 and then took a walk to our favorite little bakery in the woods. James enjoyed a yummy, mini cinnamon roll and ran around the grounds and the deck. DSC01318 DSC01313 DSC01312Jasmine, Jim and I also enjoyed the yummy baked goods and breakfast sandwiches while we watched James play.

After leavingIMG_3625 Egmont, Jasmine and James napped during the cruise to Pender Harbour, where they awoke rested and ready for their gorgeous seaplane flight home.DSC01325 DSC01332

Even though it was 2:30 PM, after plotting our course and estimating our time of arrival, we decided to take advantage of the long days and temporarily calm winds to cross the Georgia Strait. We then cruised past Naniamo to a new stop, Pirates Cove in the Southern Gulf Islands.

It’s sweet and funky; a shallow little anchorage with shore ties to keep the boats from bumping into each other. Our 57 foot boat was a little oversized for the area, but it was late and we made due. DSC01358 (1)Because it was such a low tide, the Captain was a bit concerned with our position and we had to reset the anchor and the shore tie.DSC01347 The next morning it was clear that our concerns were valid. Our clearance to the bottom was under 3 feet. But a fellow boater had totally miscalculated and was high and dry.

The island surrounding the moorage is a marine park with lots of trails so our days started with a fun little hike.DSC01363 DSC01354 The area is lovely, but unfortunately it was really buggy. Usually, I’m protected by the Captain’s natural appeal to the biting critters, but not this time. Jim didn’t get any bites, because he was protected by long pants and a long-sleeved shirt. I was munched. Over 20 bites! Oh well!

From Pirates Coves our cruise south took us through calm waters and sunny skies all the way back to the USA and to the little town of La Conner. I used to be the person at the helm when docking the first True Love because I couldn’t jump from the high stern to the dock to secure the lines. But since we have owned the Navigator I hadn’t practiced docking. It became clear after we thought I might have to Captain the boat back this trip, that it was time for me to practice docking, “just in case.”

It’s tough for the Captain to give up the controls, but we switched roles, Jim on the lines and me controlling the helm. It’s a little tricky maneuvering in the strong currents of the channel in La Conner, but the Captain was pleased with my docking. I must say the True Love maneuvers beautifully. The next day I took the helm again at the nearby fuel dock.

Because the low tide and the currents we waited until noon to head to Seattle so it was another long day heading home. We were treated to beautiful weather once again and enjoyed watching lots of navy aircraft flying in to NAS Whidbey for fleet week.

As we approached Seattle a skywriter was practicing for Seafair.DSC_7615

We are home now for a while. Our next adventure will be the birth of our second grandchild in late August or early September! Stay tuned!

Until our next adventure!

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The Captain and First Mate of the True Love.

Boldly Going Where We Have Never Gone Before


IMG_0282          The last time we were in the Broughton Islands was in 2011. The weather was awful, time was short, and our boating skills were limited.

This trip the weather was spectacular, we are more confident boaters and we took full advantage of the southern area of the Broughtons.

Because the weather was so nice this year there were definitely more boats cruising and sailing the area than four years ago, but it didn’t feel “crowded” at all. The Broughtons include fjords that stretch for 50 miles, plus channels, bays, hills and mountains that are 99.99% undeveloped. There are very few houses, almost no roads, and when people travel, they travel by boat, seaplane or (rarely) helicopter. As the Captain said: “the physical world here is divided primarily into only three things: the sea, the forest and the sky. And on that beautiful backdrop, there are eagles, osprey, dolphins, whales and, at low-tide, black bears and grizzly bears looking for crabs and clams on the exposed rocks and mud flats.

As we cruised up Tribune Channel, we encountered our first whale of the trip.IMG_0284 We’re pretty sure it was a humpback whale so we named it “Wanda.” Little did we know that we would have the opportunity to spend a lot more time with Wanda only a few days later, and only a few miles away.

On our second night in the Broughtons we decided we needed to stop someplace with internet so that meant a night at one of the wilderness marinas.  So we stopped in at the Echo Bay Marina and got the last open dock space just in time to share the marina’s amazing prime rib dinner with about 70 other boaters.  

IMG_0301IMG_0298  The owners are truly lovely people. The internet was very limited, but that’s the case almost everywhere in the Broughtons. Cell phone service is also very limited.

Amazingly, we happened to sit down for dinner with two retired gentlemen who were in the area fishing – one from Whidbey Island (near Seattle), and the other from Pasco in Eastern Washington. After talking for a bit, we discovered that the one from Pasco grew up in Portland (Oregon), where Jim’s Dad grew up, and that his grandmother’s maiden, name was Spady! She was related to George Spady, who is Jim’s great uncle, so its very likely that we shared a meal with Jim’s cousin, who Jim had never met previously, at dinner. What a small world! Jim and his cousin exchanged contact information and plan to meet again later this summer.

Despite our desire to get away from it all we must admit being severed from the collective is very unsettling. While we could get, a satellite internet service for our boat, it’s ridiculously expensive so we’re not planning to do that anytime soon. So we do what we can when we get occasional cell phone service and also check in when we can when we stop at a marina.

We realized pretty early on this voyage that we were only going to get to do a little bit more of this vast area than we did four years ago. We needed to pick one of the many long channels to explore this time, so we chose Mackenzie Sound and the Little Nimmo (pronounced “Nee-mow”) Bay Resort. Over most of its history, the Little Nimmo Bay Resort has been available only to people staying at one of the cabins at the resort. But recently the resort opened up its simple but beautiful facilities and restaurant to boaters on a reservation-only basis. It seemed appealing in the guide book, and we were able to get a dinner reservation for Saturday including an afternoon massage and dinner.

Cruising to Nimmo Bay took us to an area of the Broughtons that we had never visited before. As we motored towards the resort, the mountains and constantly changing channel views were enchanting. We passed dolphins and eagles as we cruised, finally passing through Mackenzie Sound and the narrow, shallow entrance to Nimmo Bay.

This is a magical little spot where the resort owners raised their children, schooling them at a nearby First Nation village (Hopetown) that is now almost completely abandoned. One of those children is now the grown man who is running the resort. He lives at the resort with his wife and children, carrying on the family business.

After anchoring and taking a tour of the resort from Brianna (who has worked there for 9 summers) we took the dinghy out to explore the far end (head) of Mackenzie Sound where we discovered that the salt water there was a very comfortable 76 degrees! I couldn’t wait to swim. But I was concerned I couldn’t get back on the dinghy without a ladder. After searching through the dinghy the Captain magically found a little ladder that worked perfectly.
So I went swimming in the salt water of the Broughtons!

          That evening we enjoyed a yummy light dinner of caprese (tomato and mozzarella) salad and some pot stickers before heading out on our dinghy for the best sunset we have ever shared on the True Love: 360 degrees of colorful sky in every direction, beginning with golds and ending with deep reds and pinks.DSC_6918

The next morning we headed out to catch some fish and photograph a bear on the beach. Both evaded us but we did take time to play with the dinghy’s new chart plotter and fish finder. The Captain loves this new piece of equipment because it allows him to feel safe as we quickly explore nearby shallow areas at 20 MPH, something the mother ship cannot do.

Although the fish and bear were elusive we did have a fantastic encounter with a pod of about 15 dolphins at both ends of Mackenzie Sound. That may be why we couldn’t catch any fish! We stopped for our picnic lunch during our second dolphin encounter and just watched the dolphins play and fish at the narrow, rocky entrance of Hopetown Channel (which was too small at low tide even for our dinghy to pass). According to the manager of the Nimmo Bay Resort, every year at least one large boat ends up on the rocks in this channel because they don’t review their charts carefully and don’t realize their mistake until it’s too late.

img_0297Our afternoon at Nimmo Bay was spent reading, soaking in the resort hot tub by the waterfall and getting massages. IMG_0296

  

  Our evening was spent with 4 other guests enjoying a delicious wilderness gourmet meal and ending with a gathering by the dockside fire pit. There was a father and son from Westchester, NY (small world – that’s where I grew up), and a husband and wife from Victoria.IMG_0304

You would have thought after such a full day and a large meal, sleep would come pretty easily. After about an hour of reading when I was still no closer to falling asleep, I decided to go to the top of the boat and look at the stars. The night sky on the water is iffy. Although there isn’t any light pollution, there is usually a marine layer of clouds. But that night was an exception: the stars were glorious and I saw 4 shooting stars (allowing 4 wishes) and a variety of satellites before I headed down to sleep.

Little Nimmo Resort has a reputation for not being very welcoming to boaters, but they couldn’t have been nicer to us or given us better service. They definitely are ambivalent towards boaters if you don’t make a reservation in advance. But we would highly recommend the resort to anyone who can get a reservation. This isn’t a place where you can “drop in” and join the other guests for dinner at the last minute

Thompson Sound: whales, dolphins, bears, Trapper Rick and his new guide, Rees Wilson

Traveling south from the Broughtons back to Campbell River and Desolation Sound is much more comfortable when the typical NW winds blowing down Johnstone Strait are “light” (15 knots or less). Unfortunately, the typical NW winds blowing down Johnstone Strait are “Gale” (35+ knots) or “Strong” (20+). On Sunday, the wind forecast for Johnstone Strait for Monday morning were “light” so we decided to make our way back to the south part of the Broughtons so that we were set up to enter Johnstone Strait on Monday morning. On our way we hoped to see a bear on the beach looking for crabs or clams at low tide.
We stopped first at the Kwatsai Bay Marina to check it out and use some of the best internet in the area so far. It’s a really pretty little bay, surrounded by high mountains, and run by a lovely family although the docks could use some newer planks. The marina was fully reserved, but there was an open spot at the dock where we were allowed to tie up for a quick visit. It’s definitely a good stop for the future. 

 At Kwatsi we got a much-needed Grandparent fix by trading quick text videos with James before leaving to find our anchorage for the night. Based on descriptions in the Waggoner Cruising Guide (our go-to reference text), the Captain decided to investigate the head of Thompson Sound, about 10 miles away. Although the waters of Thompson Sound are so deep that there is almost no place to anchor, the cruising guide said there there was a small area at the very head of the Thompson Sound where a few boats could anchor. 

So began our magical adventure in Thompson Sound. I decided to take a quick snooze so to recover from my late night star gazing the night before when Jim spotted “Wanda” the Whale breaching in the middle of the Thompson Sound, about a mile in front of our boat. 

   

 We spent the next hour watching Wanda, becoming amateur biologists by counting the number of breaths between each of her dives. The typical pattern was ten breaths: 8 lounging on the surface before bowing her powerful body on the 9th and then diving down strongly after the 10th, showing us the pretty white underside of her tail (which is how we identified Wanda as a humpback whale). Wanda typically remained submerged for 5 minutes (presumably searching for food) before repeating her routine.

The head of Thompson Sound is a glorious place, surrounded by mountains and including the Kakweiken River, where salmon run and bears hunt salmon. The Captain and I had not seen a bear yet, but this was prime bear habitat, so we were hopeful.

The head of the sound had one boat anchored in the little area where anchoring was possible, plus a small shack and a little dock about a mile away. The depths shown by our depth sounder were very different from those on our charts (much shallower in the areas closer to the mouth of the river, and much deeper in the areas farther away. Later we would learn that there was a huge rock avalanche last year that had really changed the river, the shoreline and the nearby bay.

After anchoring a kayaker paddled our way from the small shack and the dock. He introduced himself as Rees Wilson and said that he and his boss had the “wilderness license” for the area and offered bear tours. He seemed like a sweet young man but his first price was much too high for us. After paddling back and conferring with his boss (he referred to him as “the old man”) we soon negotiated an acceptable price, and set the time for our “tour” for the early evening when it would be cooler.

Now we assumed Rees and his boss would be taking us on a boating trip up the river. We assumed wrong. At the appointed time we took our dinghy to their dock where we were introduced to the “old man”: Trapper Rick. Now Trapper Rick is lanky man who looks like he has been in the Canadian outback for decades. It turns out that our young kayaker, Rees Wilson, was training with Trapper Rick to become a licensed “bear guide”. In Canada you must first apprentice with a guide for at least a year before you can take the official bear guiding class. Although this seemed backward to us, we assume the government is just trying to reduce the average class size in their bear guiding school.

Assuming our adventure used a boat and not our legs, we wore our “chako” hiking sandals, not hiking shoes, and Jim didn’t bringing his hiking poles. Nevertheless, we just went for it when Trapper Rick suggested we just put on some bug spray and follow the two of them up the trail from the little dock to a truck that was apparently parked about a half mile away. The trail was once a road, but the road was destroyed by last year’s rockslide, which also washed out a bridge and other parts of the road.

Truck? Huh?

At this point we guessed that we would be taking a truck to a boat that was on the river upstream, and then using the boat to go see the bears. Wrong again.

Along the trail I turned around and looked at Jim smiling and mouthed “OMG”. 

Rees was carrying a can of gas. It turns out that was for the old, very used truck. Because Rees and Rick had no funnel, the siphon method was used to put a couple of gallons of gas in the truck before we drove off into bear country.

As we began our drive up the logging road, we learned that we were Rees’s first official clients during his bear guide training

We were honored to be Rees’ first clients, but glad that Trapper Rick was in the truck with us.

  Trapper Rick gently instructed Reese from the back seat as we made our way up the logging road where we had our first encounter with a grizzly bear: Emma or just “Em”. Rick had named most of the bears over the years. Emma responded to Rick talking to her from the truck, window down, which really made Jim nervous. But, Rick said not to worry, Em could break into the truck easily regardless of whether the window was up or down.

Grizzlies are big bears, even from a distance, and Emma was a female and thus smaller than all of the males.
The logging road abruptly came to an end where an old bridge across the river was now missing. So, we got of the truck walked on a trail followed the river upstream. This river meanders up the mountainside, with occasional small waterfalls. The truck ride took us 600 feet above sea level. 
Once again we were walking a trail, in a line, late in the day in Grizzly country, just Trapper Rick, Rees, me and then Jim. We learned that Trapper Rick, thank God, carried a big 45 caliber handgun and, less comforting, that Rees had a big can of pepper spray. But we were all having a good time and Trapper Rick and Rees certainly seemed confident in their abilities and leadership.

Jim later told me that he was thinking about the old saying: “you don’t have to run faster than the bear, you just have to run faster than the people you’re with” as we walked the trails. Unfortunately for Jim, even though Trapper Jim had a bad leg, he still was pretty fast for an old guy, so Jim felt he was the definitely the slowest in our group. Of course, Jim was counting on Trapper Rick to take on a bear with his gun if needed while we made our escape, giving Jim a short lead at least in getting back to the truck! I never had these thoughts because I assumed I was at worst the second fastest in our group.

Now we thought: it must be time to get in the boat. And there was a boat! 

  Unfortunately, it was a sad little rowboat, with no engine or even a paddle, at the bottom of a steep embankment. The old boat was tied to a rope crossing the river and was used like a small river ferry in old westerns movies, where the passengers pulled the rope to traverse to the other side.

  
OK! 

So we climbed down the embankment using a ladder to reach the lower riverbank. We got into the old boat and Rick and Reese pulled us the 30 yards across the river. Again, this all happened on a salmon river in grizzly bear country. Let’s just say that if we had seen a grizzly bear there, it would have been very intimate, but also a bit unnerving.

Safely across the river, we climbed out and headed to Rick’s mountain cabin about a half mile away, situated right next to a 10 foot waterfall and an old concrete salmon ladder. The cabin, like every other aspect of Trapper Rick’s Wilderness Bear Adventure Experience, needs some work. But the location was amazing: the salmon were beginning to run, the sun was about to set, and Trapper Rick thought our chances of seeing grizzly bear were excellent. 

OK! 

  We walked a short trail from the cabin to the riverand hung out for about 30 minutes on the river, next to the fish ladder, while Rees watched for bear and Trapper Rick fished for salmon with a rod and reel. 

Jim later told me he was preparing his escape route down one of the weaving concrete chambers in the fish ladder where he figured the bear couldn’t squeeze through. But Jim’s escape route was unnecessary, as there were no bears at the fish ladder while we were there. 

 As the sun was setting we made our way back the way we came: trail past the cabin to the boat, boat across the river, trail to the truck (where Trapper Rick briefly couldn’t find the keys because Rees hid them in the ash tray instead of “leaving them in the ignition in case of an emergency” as he was told), truck down the logging road (it was getting dark, and the headlights weren’t working), truck to the end of the road and finally trail to the dock. 

Halfway down the logging road Rees said he sensed that we would see another bear and we did. The biggest male bear in the local area ran across the road in front of us. Grizzly sighting number 2!

We were all tired and hungry when we got into our dinghys to head to our boats. Yes, Rick and Rees were staying in the other boat in the small anchorage. Probably a good idea given the grizzly bears living in the area!

We said our goodbyes at the dock and drove our dinghy the short distance back to the safety of the True Love where I cooked up some chicken legs on the grill and heated up a package of Trader Joe’s gnocchis. We washed those down with some celebratory champagne. After much needed showers we shared some ice cream on the upper helm while looking at the glorious stars and reliving our big adventure in GrizzlyLand.

What a crazy, wonderful, unexpected adventure. Both Trapper Rick and Rees love what they are doing and where they are working in this beautiful land. Trapper Rick stays in the area in the winter and hunts sable in the winter. His life has taken him from Nova Scotia, to Los Angeles (where he was briefly a member of Hell’s Angels before witnessing a murder), to working as a welder in Northern Canada to his current gig of Wilderness Bear Guiding in Thompson Sound. 

The sounds of seals splashing in the water filled the air as we fell into a long, deep sleep. The next morning it was low tide and we hoped to spot another bear at the beach during low tide. Rees paddled over to say goodbye and while he was aboard we all saw Emma on the nearby beach.

  
It was a little tricky bringing in the shore tie because the seaweed on the surface had tightly bound both the incoming and outgoing lines together. We’ve never experienced this before. It wasn’t impossible to detangle, just tedious.

Because of the problem with our shore tie and the lovely morning bear sighting, we left a little later than expected which led to rougher seas than we hoped as we cruised south down Johnstone Strait. On our way out of Thompson Sound we passed some  more Dolphins. 

   

But fortunately, the winds and seas were going in the same direction as we were, and the True Love and its crew made it the 20 miles to the next safe harbor, Forward Harbour, without a problem. The calm bay was a bit crowded with boats gathering to prepare for the trip north to the Broughtons the next morning.  But we found a good anchorage, took the kayaks out for a spin and slept in the next morning before heading down to one of our favorite spots: the “Crawford Anchorage” next to Erasmus Island, near the Blind Channel Resort. It was as perfect as we remembered, so we stayed there for a couple of days before meeting up with Jasmine and James at Dent Island. 

  Crawford Anchorage is a practically perfect location with room for just one boat, fantastic views, eagles and a short tender drive to Blind Channel. 

  
Blind Channel is one of the nicest places in this area with a yummy restaurant for dinner, little store, fuel pumps, internet and overnight docks. Last night we went there for dinner. Their salads are beautiful with edible flowers and yummy fresh greens. After more than a week out we are out of fresh vegetables, so I was craving greens.
Today we are going to do some provisioning back at Blind Channel, kayak, fish and edit these blogs so that we can share our most recent adventures with you! 

True Love Adventure copy editor hard at work!

2015: a year of uncertainty, fear, growth, mindfulness and adventure

  As I write this summer’s first entry of True Love Adventures we are anchored in Boughey (pronounced “Boogie”) Bay in the Broughton Islands, which are a remote and beautiful group of islands on the N.E. side of Vancouver Island in the Canadian Pacific.
Given our longer-than-usual timeline for this vacation, we hoped we would be able to make it as far north as the Broughtons. We’ve made it up here once before, in 2011, but the weather was pretty bad and we didn’t have time to fully explore these islands. So, I was drawn to return to the Broughtons this year, weather permitting.
  We began our trip north from Seattle with our longtime friends Jeanette and Brett Newman. There is something so special about spending time with old and dear friends. Now that Jeannette & Brett live in Sonoma, we don’t get to see each other often, but our time together was, as usual, easy, calm and authentic.
  As we left our Seattle homeport, Elliott Bay Marina, on Friday July 10th, an eagle sat on the marina’s outer breakwater as if to wish us a Bon Voyage. We cruised north about four hours to our usual spot at Fort Flaggler, across the bay from Port Townsend. From there, we took the dinghy into town for a walk and delicious dinner at the Sirens Tavern before returning to the True Love for a pleasant evening of conversation. 
The next day (Saturday), we had an easy, although somewhat foggy, passage across an almost perfectly calm Strait of Juan De Fuca to the San Juan Islands. We anchored at Turn Island, just outside of Friday Harbor. We hadn’t anchored at Turn Island for at least 15 years. That was our first “cabin cruiser” experience when we borrowed Jim’s brothers’ old boat, affectionately nicknamed the “WallyPop” and took our “tween” children up there for a really fun family experience together. I guess that was a foreshadowing of our love with boating.
On Saturday afternoon, we walked around Friday Harbor before Jeannette and Brett took us out to another yummy dinner, this time at the Coho Restaurant. On Sunday morning, the women took a walk around Turn Island while the men circumnavigated the same little island in the dinghy. Because we were running a little late, we used the dinghy to take the Newmans to Friday Harbor for their one-hour seaplane flight back to Seattle.
  Then it was time to head north to Canada. It was a beautiful, sunny, cloud-watching kind of day. We thought we were going to spend our first night at little Reef Habour (Canadians spell “harbor” with a “ou” instead of an “o”), between Cabbage and Tumbo Islands, just a few miles west of Patos Island, the most northerly island in the San Juans. This was one of our favorite stops at the end of our summer cruise last year. But this year it was too crowded, so we kept cruising north toward Montague Harbour, which is much larger and can always accommodate another boat at anchor.
As we were cruising up the west side of the Strait of Georgia, heading for the main entrance (Active Pass) that connects the Strait with the more protected waters of the Southern Gulf Islands, we approached Boat Passage, a much smaller entrance, just as the high-tide slack was occurring (when a rising tide peaks, just before it begins receding). Our reference text told us that this little used entrance to the Southern Gulf Islands was doable during high-tide slack so we decided to look at it and ultimately gave it a try.
We made it without bumping into anything, but we completely agree that the only time to use this narrow, winding passage is during a high-tide slack, when the depth is at maximum and there is no current.
  Montague Harbour is a great place to watch sunset especially if you anchor on the less sheltered northern side of the outer bay. This year we were a little concerned about weather so we anchored in the south side of the inner bay but were still treated to a spectacular golden sunset. 
Genuine and authentic are our themes for this year. We have been through a great deal since our last summer cruise through Canadian waters on the True Love. 
As some of you already know, Jim developed an unusual weakness in his left leg last summer, which led us through a nine-month medical odyssey of spinal MRI’s, PET scans, lumbar punctures, a probable diagnosis of spinal cancer, a living-with-cancer mindfulness retreat (that was the transformative “silver lining” to the whole medical odyssey), a last minute trip to Israel (documented in the previous True Love Adventure blog) during which Jim became significantly stronger, which led his radio-oncologist to say it was now very unlikely that Jim ever had spinal cancer. For example, while Jim could barely walk two miles in the spring, he can now walk 6 miles! In fact, we were recently able to do our favorite local hike to Snow Lake (while six months ago Jim couldn’t even do the easy first half of it).
While that was going on I have been working to help my amazing sister overcome her addiction to prescription pain meds. We are so proud of her! She is doing everything she needs to do to rebuild her life and return to full mental and physical health. Her journey has also been about being genuine, truthful and authentic. 
The last year has been about growth, healing, setting boundaries, making important choices and meditation. We now begin our days not with the TV but with fifteen minutes of meditation. Calming healing breath in . . . tension out. It’s an amazing way to start your day! 

Now that I have a healing husband and sister, I felt free to go north again on our boat and explore.
After we made our way to Nanaimo for our annul yummy Greek dinner at Taverna Astera we analyzed the typically cryptic weather forecasts for Johnstone Strait: the narrow, windy passage that is the only way to get to the beautiful Broughton Islands without cruising 200+ miles in the open ocean. Could we get a few days of lighter-than-usual winds to allow us to get through Johnstone Strait to the Broughtons?

The weather forecast Monday night was for light winds north of Nanaimo on Tuesday and relatively light winds in Johnstone Strait (15 knots) Wednesday morning. It looked like we might have the weather window we needed.
Unfortunately, when we awoke Tuesday morning the winds were unusually strong in Nanaimo blowing from the Northwest. It seemed unlikely that the winds farther north were actually “light” as forecast. Undaunted, we headed out of the harbor for the Strait of Georgia (although we made a contingency plan to bailout to another protected anchorage if the weather report was wrong). When we left the dock our fellow boaters were surprised that we would leave the protected harbor with the winds at the dock were already so strong.

 
It was a long 10-hour, 80 mile cruise to Campbell River, but fortunately the winds were relatively calm after we got 20 miles north of Nanaimo, perfectly calm the last 20 miles, and the sun shone brightly almost the entire way!
We arrived at Campbell River around 8PM. The main marina at Campbell River was full so we had procured by phone a space at the smaller Fisherman’s Wharf marina to stay for the night. Because of our late arrival, the marina office was closed when we discovered the dock space they assigned to us was impossible to get to without bumping into other boats. So instead we simply docked at another, more accessible dock space amongst the tugboats at the end of the pier and hoped the tug that usually moored there was not coming back in the middle of the night.

After a yummy omelet for dinner, we both slept well until our alarm sounded at 4:40 AM to remind us that this was the time we needed to leave to ride the ebb tide north and enjoy the forecast light winds on Johnstone Strait. Across the dock a tugboat captain was readying his boat for a day of work on the water. He liked our boat and wished us well. It felt like a good sign.
As the sun rose another boat made its way out of another moorage to join our little procession up Johnstone Strait.

We got lucky: the winds were light and the sunrise was peaceful and beautiful. On our way north we spotted the Caper (Gabby and Gillian Barlow’s boat). They were heading south making their way home from Alaska. We hope to make that same journey some day. We talked over the VHF radio, took pictures of their beautiful yacht as it passed and continued on our journey north. Five hours later, around noon, we turned into Havannah Channel and the sheltered channels, inlets and bays of the Broughton Islands.

Needless to say, we were pretty tired, so we decided to anchor almost immediately, here at Boughey Bay. We ate a quick lunch, drank a glass of celebratory champagne and then took a well-deserved nap. The rest of the day was warm and beautiful. We read, did our exercises and enjoyed interesting conversations.

Jim was reading about the 60th Anniversary of Disneyland and how Walt Disney knew it would never be “complete” because it would always evolve and change. This led me to say that truly iconic businesses or brands have a “soul” that changes, evolves and improves over time. It doesn’t take away from the original idea or the original business. But a truly great business, over time, develops a “soul” that guides it as it continues to grow and achieve its fullest potential in serving its customers, employees and community.
The sun sets 30 minutes later this far north (around 9:30 PM during our trip).

For dinner I made coleslaw, steak on the grill and roasted peppers. After a well-fought game of chess, we went to sleep only to wake to find a very low tide. We truly had anchored at just the right spot. Twenty yards further back into the head of the bay and we would have been on dry land. Oh well; no contact, no foul!

As we head out for our first full day in the Broughton Islands, we can feel ourselves relaxing, and our creative energy renewing, as we surround ourselves with nature’s beauty and the peaceful tranquility of cruising among coastal mountains, through protected channels, fjords and inlets.

  Exploring Southern Israel with quick trips to Jordan and Egypt

We packed about as much into the last 3 days of our vacation as we possibly could.  We left the pool at the Ramon Crater and were picked up by our driver Tovia Cohen for our drive to Eliat, at the southern tip of Israel.  The drive took us through the crater.  This is definitely a place to explore more at a future visit when, hopefully, the temperature will be well below the 110 degrees it was when we drove through.

Tovia drove us about 2 hours through the Negev desert until we were just north of Eliat, and then we drove east for about 5 minutes to the Jordanian border for our overnight excursion to Petra.  Crossing the border from Israel into Jordan was an experience.  There are multiple steps and fees on both sides of the border along with a 50 yard “no man’s land” between the two.  There was a line of people ahead of us, but we were probably the only Americans.

We were met at the boarder by our guide, Marwan, and his driver Sam.  They were our excellent escorts to Petra. On the way they proudly showed us Aqaba (the modern Jordanian city that shares the north tip of the Red Sea with Eilat), before we headed north into the Jordanian side of the Negev desert and up into the Jordanian mountains.

The 2 hour drive to Petra went through some interesting and diverse terrain.  The mountains are unusual:  red sandstone with diagonal stripes of black lava.  From the barren desert we climbed into the higher hills where there was enough grass between the rocks for a few goats to graze.  As we climbed to 4,000 feet, the temperatures decreased to the mid-80’s and there were a lot more goats, and even some sheep, camels and donkeys.  

  

 We made a quick stop with a great view of the mountains falling away into the desert about 30 minutes from Petra. 

Marwan and Sam delivered us to our lovely hotel, the Movenpic, located right next to the entrance gate into Petra.

Petra is more than ancient carved sandstone temples, tombs and caves.   

 Between 200 BC and 200 AD, Petra was a major crossroads city of over 20,000 people strategically located on the main “incense trade” caravan routes among Damascus, Constantinople, the Red Sea, and what is now Saudi Arabia (where incense such as frankincense & myrrh were manufactured for use in religious and burial ceremonies throughout the ancient world).

The narrow sandstone cliffs of Petra are very similar to Zion National Park in S.W. Utah.   

  

   

  

The Nabataeans who created Petra moved into the area from the northern Arabian desert after Israelites were taken as slaves into Babylonia around 500 BC, and the Edomites left the area to for the greener lands of southern Judea.  

Although the classic Petra shot is known as the “Treasury” because many thought a treasure was hidden there, in fact all ruins carved into Petra’s sandstone cliffs are burial tombs varying in size according to the importance of the person buried there.

   

        

The Nabataens were one the most “modern” civilizations of their time.  They were not a great military power, but their advanced knowledge about how to find and store water in the desert, plus their strong diplomatic skills when confronting militarily superior adversaries, allowed them to control the incense trade routes and become wealthy and prosperous.  Because the Nabateans depended on trade, they respected all who traveled through the area (as long as they paid the “transit fees”).

Most importantly and very unusual for this region even today, women had (almost) equal rights with men.  Nabataen women routinely owned property and businesses, and Nabatea was the only kingdom of the ancient world where the King and Queen both appeared together on coins.  There are many countries in today’s Middle East that can learn a lot from the ancient Nabataens.

We very much enjoyed our time with our guide Marwan who personally has chosen to follow the Nabataen philosophy for women regarding his wife, son and two college-age daughters.

Jordan’s economy has been hit hard by the cost of supporting refugees from the Syrian civil war and by the spread of ISIS to western Iraq.  Unlike other nearby Arab countries, Jordan has very few natural resources.  Instead, the Jordanian economy depends mostly on tourism and on transit taxes levied on goods passing through Jordan, both of which have been hard hit by the violent conflicts nearby.  As Marwan so eloquently stated: “The big problems in the world today are caused by those who want to dominate others.”  Well said.

After our beautiful walk through Petra we headed back to Israel where we easily transited through the border and, thanks to a quick cell phone call, were promptly met by our Israel taxi driver Tovia on the other side of the border.

This trip we bought local Israeli cell phone chips for our “unlocked” cell phones so we had working cell phones and internet the whole time we were in or near Israel.  It made it a lot easier to call taxis or hotels or family back home when needed.

Eliat is a strange place on the Red Sea.  The area at the southern tip of Israel is so narrow that you can stand at the water’s edge downtown and easily sea Jordan, Saudi Arabia and Egypt. 

 

Israeli young people come to Eliat to play.  The boardwalk area is an “over the top” Las Vegas style playground of hotels, carnival rides, shopping and restaurants.  The most southern beach area (next to the Egyptian border crossing to the little resort city of Taba) is teeming with sunbathers, kite surfers, wind surfers, scuba divers and snorklers.

Our hotel there was in the quieter, southern part of the city close to the scuba shop, which was good.  Unfortunately, it was the only hotel during our trip that we didn’t like.  We had to change rooms because the carpet in our first room was really gross. The Isrotel Yom Surf hotel is big, with big pools perfect for families, but not as clean as we like.  Next time we would stay someplace smaller and cleaner.

We really only had one day in Eilat for scuba diving the Red Sea which led us to our next adventure.  We chose to dive from a boat instead of from shore, but this required crossing the border into Egypt.

  

  

We were told by the Eliat dive shop to bring our passports “because we might need them”.  That was a bit misleading.  We absolutely needed them because we had to go through the official border crossing into Egypt before we could get on the dive boat — at this narrow part of the Red Sea, boats are not allowed to cross the well guarded border. 

Our boat left from the little 3-boat dock at the Taba Hilton which was just beyond the Egyptian side of the border crossing.  Joining us were a French family whose daughter was working in Israel with an NGO.  Unfortunately, her student visa did not allow her to leave Israel for day trips to Jordan or Egypt, even for a few hours.  But after some tears and some special help from an administrator, they let her through.  Apparently, Israel border security routinely “profiles” pretty young women, because terrorists have used them in the past to smuggle explosives, usually unknowingly.

  

The border crossing was the same drill as for Jordan, with three different stops on each side and a “no man’s land” in between.  The Egyptian side of the border crossing was very inefficient compared to the Jordanian crossing, with a large number of men (not one woman) at each station apparently doing nothing while we waited for them to notice that we were there.

After finally making it across the border, we had to find our way to the Egyptian dive center at the hotel, which took a lot longer than it should have because there weren’t any signs and no one gave us clear directions.

 

 Although the dive equipment was a little old, the dive master, the dive boat, the scuba tank air and the diving experience itself were all great.  It was wonderful being out on the beautiful blue water on a boat.  

  

We spotted flying fish next to our boat almost immediately.  Our three dives were really beautiful with lots of interesting fish, pretty coral and crystal clear visibility.  This area has lots of big lion fish, scorpion fish, rock fish and other similar camouflaged poisonous ground fish.

 

We learned after our first dive that these fish are really quite venomous and we would have had to be rushed to the hospital if we were stung.  (That propably would have been better shared before we dove our first dive!). Fortunately these fish are not aggressive at all unless you are aggressive towards them.

  

These fish are really hard to see in the photos because they like to hide in the sand or on top of the coral.

  

 

Our last dive, at Coral Island, was our favorite.  I didn’t want to leave the water!

 

  

The trip back through the border crossing was easy but tedious and no one from the dive shop met us at the Israeli side of the border to drive us the mile back to our hotel.  So we walked a bit and hailed a cab at another hotel.  Back at the Isrotel Yom Surf we took a quick shower and rested before heading out for dinner.  Although we were pretty tired we felt we had to venture out to grab a bite and see Eliat’s famed “boardwalk” area.  As I described earlier, it was quite a show.

We slept soundly and spent our morning at the busy beach watching the beautiful kite surfers expertly playing and jumping in the wind.  The Israeli side of the Red Sea is full of colorful activity as people play on the surf and beach. 

 

  

 We didn’t see anything like that in nearby Jordan & Egypt. There are hotels there but not much playing, as far as we could tell.

After our morning at the beach we took a 50 minute , super easy flight to Tel Aviv’s little “Dov” airport for our last night in Israel.  We ended our trip where we began, at the “Shalom Hotel and Relax” which was our favorite hotel on our trip.  We deposited our bags in our room and took another walk around the ancient port of Old Jaffa while enjoying the much cooler temperatures and Mediterranean ocean breezes.  We watched our last Israeli sunset from the lovely hotel rooftop deck and then headed out for a fantastic final meal at our favorite restaurant: Shila’s.   

 We called to make our dinner reservation several days earlier in the week but even then we were only able to reserve a couple of seats at the bar.  But it turned out great because we loved getting to know our bartender/server.  He was flying to Atlanta, Georgia the next day to try to sell a special switch for laser equipment to the U.S. Army that he and his cousin had developed.  Although he looked so young, he had already finished his mandatory military service as an officer.  He truly represents the young, intelligent, can-do entrepreneurial spirit of so many in Israel.  Unfortunately, this was a sad and stark contrast from the news stories of riots and violence in America (which we were asked about often).  Hopefully, these crises will lead to the reforms needed to improve the quality of life in America’s inner cities.

Today, we woke early enjoyed our last big Israeli breakfast and were picked up by our driver and taken to the airport.  As I write this we our on our first flight of the day, to London (5 hours because of a strong head wind), where we will get our next flight (9 or 10 hours) to Seattle.  We left Tel Aviv on Sunday at 10 AM and should arrive in Seattle the same day at 5PM, but our trip will take 17 hours because Israel’s local time is 10 hours ahead of Seattle’s.  We can’t wait to see everyone again!  Jasmine, David and James will be picking us up at the airport so we’ll get to see them first. 

Overall, We’ve been blessed with a magical and amazing trip. We thought we understood Israel and the area before, but it is hard to truly understand the complexity, mystery and history of the Holy Land without visiting it in person.  We believe the best thing an average person can do to understand this area, support Israel and fight the terrorists (including ISIS and the others near here who want to dominate others) is to visit and see this beautiful and exotic land for yourself.  

A good way to support peace is to travel here among the countries that want peace. Meet the friendly people, enjoy the area and the wonderful vibe.  Many thanked us for being brave or courageous for visiting.  We didn’t feel brave at all, and would not have visited if we didn’t think it was safe.  Instead, we feel fortunate, humbled and proud to learn more about the people, culture and history of this amazing area, and to be able to share it with our family and friends. Thanks for reading!

PS. We are home!  Posting our last blog from the boat. As Jim said last night, “we love traveling, but our souls’ home is here in Seattle.  And there is nothing better than being picked up at the airport by your grandchild!  




En Gedi, Dead Sea, Masada and our drive to the Crater

  
Yesterday we drove out of town for an adventure near the Dead Sea. On the way down we passed the spot in the hills which marks sea level.  The Dead Sea is 1400 feet below sea level — the lowest dry land on Earth.

Our first stop was at the spring at En Gedi. For Washingon State it’s barely worth noticing, but in the desert, adjoining the Dead Sea, it’s mana from heaven.  The surrounding hills are barren but still quite lovely.  

Almost immediately we saw local “Rock Rabbits” which come from Africa.

   
 I of course played in the water with the visiting school kids. 

   
   Ari showed us where capers come from.  First, the pod (the caper); then the flower, and finally the long seed which is also edible.

  
Here is the tree that was most likely used for the crown of thorns put on Jesus before the Crucifixion.  The thorns are huge.  

From En Gedi we proceeded about 20 minutes south to a nearby hotel to experience the Dead Sea and have lunch.  We’ve all heard about floating in the Dead Sea but it is amazing to experience it.

  
You feel unweighted from the minute you walk in the water.  Jim didn’t like the feeling of the concentration of chemicals in the water slowly burning off his skin.  If you drink a cup of the water, you’ll die.  A bit of it will make you throw up, so most people experience the incredible bouyancy without splashing or getting your head in the water, and even then for no more than 30 minutes. Your skin definitely feels scrubbed clean when you’re done (but without any scrubbing).  We rinsed in the beach showers before swimming in the hotel pool, showering again at the hotel spa, before having lunch and heading out to our final stop of the day:  Masada.

It was late in the afternoon and extremely hot, but empty.  Again, Herod out did himself with the construction of this mountaintop palace and fortress.

  
       The system for capturing rainwater in the 14 huge  cave cisterns was remarkable. 

Not only is Masada an amazing example of ancient military engineering, it is decorated and plush with both a Southern and Northern Palace so Herod could stay in the part of Masada that was warmer in the winter and cooler in the summer.  
   

It took the a Roman Legion (10,000 troops) 8 months to finally defeat 1,000 Jews (most of whom were women & children).  The only reason the Romans were able to sustain a siege that long in the Dead Sea wastelands was the nearby fresh water from En Gedi. 

Eventually the Romans were able to build a massive ramp to carry a huge mobile assault tower to the “only” 700 foot high walls on the western side.  It must have been terrifying to watch the slow progress of the dirt ramp and wooden assault tower over the months.

  
Ultimately, all the Jews chose suicide over being being raped, tortured and at best enslaved for life.  Each Jewish defender killed his own family, and then 10 men were selected by lot to kill the other men.  The last ten soldiers then  decided who would kill the other 9 before falling on his own sword.  We know this because one woman survived and told the Romans, who then recorded it in their historical documents.

Before the war which followed Israel’s Independence in 1948, the young zionists used Masada as a symbol and training ground for the young men and women who would become the soldiers needed to defend Israel from the likely all-out attack by the neighboring Arab nations that most people thought would follow Israel’s independence.

This morning (our 35th Engagement Anniversary!), we left Jersulam to head south into the Negev Desert.  We stopped briefly at the national monument and museum honoring Israel’s first Prime Minister:  David Ben Gurian.  

   
 Young soldiers were their doing leadership training.  

 
The views of the desert were beautiful and during a different time of year Ari said the hikes are beautiful.

A group of wild mountain goats escaped the desert for a green treat in the park like setting. 

    This evening and tomorrow morning we are enjoying a lovely respite at the Beresheet Hotel at Ramon Crater.  

  It’s a truly lovely hotel with an awesome pool.  Originally, they thought this crater was formed by a meteor strike but it’s actually a geological formation caused by the receding ocean long ago. 

 
After grabbing lunch we said goodbye to Ari Ram.  We will miss him, but I know we will meet again.

Tomorrow, our True Love Adventure continues with a long drive further south, past Eilat, then north-east into Jordan to the ancient city of Petra where we overnight before returning to Eilat at the southern tip of Israel which adjoins the Red Sea.
 

2 days of Intense Old City

The last 2 days we have been guided through the old city by our Master Guide (and now dear friend) Ari Ram. 

I think it is virtually impossible to understand Jerusalem without experiencing it in person and with a good guide.

Over the last week we have experienced Jersualem in depth, both casually and intensively.  It’s such a complex place where you can feel all the good and the bad, from ancient to modern times, swirling around you. Among the many things affecting you as you walk through the Old City are:   (1) the underlying  tension and mistrust among the various modern religions and tribes; (2)  the flood of tourists & pilgrims sweeping through narrow streets, about half of whom are smoking;  (3) the cars which are allowed, unbelievably, to drive down any street that is barely wide enough for a car;  the countless little shops every 15 feet, most with salespeople at the street bombarding you with a sales pitch honed over the ages in the crowed walkways.  Mix it all up with the crazy, often counterproductive, Israeli, Palestinian & International politics and you get a sense of what it’s like to walk the streets of the Old City today.

Yesterday, we focused on the Via Dolorosa (“Way of the Cross”), the path taken by Jesus in Jerusalem from condemnation, to crusifiction, to burial.  

   

 We entered the Old City at the “Zion” gate where there is a single building that houses a synagogue on the ground floor, an Armenian Church on the second floor (which claims the Last Supper was held there) and a Mosque Minaret on the roof.

Now for a political interlude.

It’s important to remember at this time that a mere  67 years ago, when Jordan took the Old City of Jerusalum in 1948 after Israel was invaded immediately after it was granted Independence by the UN, Jordan destroyed all of the Jewish synagogues and homes and expelled all the Jews who live there and in East Jerusalem.  Israeli Jews were forbidden to enter the Old City for 19 years, when Israel reclaimed the Old City and East Jerusalem as part of the Six Day War in 1967.

Did Israel then expel the Muslims and destroy all of the Islamic religious sites?  Of course not.  Although Israel has controlled all of Jerusalem, including the Old City, since 1967, all religions are respected.  And even though Muslums do not allow non-Muslims to visit the key Muslim sites (the Dome of the Rock and the Al-Aqsa Mosque) even though they are built on top of the rubble of the ancient Jewish Temple that once stood on the same spot, Muslims are free to visit the Jewish holy sites, and do so every day. 

It was only 5 years ago the the main Synagogue in Jerusalem, destroyed by the Jordanians  in 1948, was finally re-built.  Under the circumstances, it’s not surprising that most Israelis aren’t interested in “sharing” Jerusalem with Palestinians, many of whom helped the Jordanians expel the Jews and destroy the Jewish quarter of the Old City in 1948.

Can you imagine if Canadians came to NYC 67 years ago and destroyed all the synagogues and killed or expelled all the Jews from Manhatten?  After finally winning back Manhatten 19 years later, would we trust them today, if they “promised” to be good this time even while they continued to preach that the only good Jew is a dead Jew?  The question answers itself.

Now back to the Via Dolorosa ( also called the “Stations of the Cross”).

At station 1 (where Jesus was condemned by Pontiius Pilate), there is a courtyard and a small chapel.  

At station 2 (where Jesus was given the cross to carry to his own crucification) we ran into an Armenian shop owner who lives in peace and harmony with the Muslim elementary school upstairs.  He brought us through the school to an upper courtyard with a beautiful view of the Dome of the Rock (which is sacred to Jews, Christians and Muslims as the place where Abraham proved his faith to God by his willingness to sacrifice his son Issac; and again to Muslims as the place from which Allah, in a dream, may have ascended to Heaven to receive the Koran). 

    We then spent time with the Armenian merchant in his shop (the “Palace”) and made a purchase. 

Although many of the 14 stations of the cross are based on tradition and not biblical text, all of the stations are followed by most groups of Christian pilgrims.  Some groups gather, carry a cross and pray and sing while making the trek.   

   Ari did a great job of leading us and sharing the history and perspective of each of the stations until we reached the final stages which are all located within the Church of the Holy Sepulcher.  Jim even got to touch and pray at the place where, according to centuries old legend, Jesus was laid to rest on a flat stone following  the crucifixion.   

    As we looked above the final station (the tomb of Jesus), sunlight was streaming in the oculus at the top of the domed ceiling. 

 We ended our tour at the Jaffa gate, and then decided to leave Old City to find a quiet restaurant.  Choices are limited on the Sabbath in  Jerusalem, but we lucked into a table at Mona, a lovely restaurant near downtown with yummy food.

The cold weather has finally left Jerusalem so it as warm enough to watch the sunset from the hotel’s 3rd floor sundeck.  A few miles away, near the Mount of Olives, we heard gun fire and saw black smoke.   No one seemed to notice or care. But we learned today that there were three violent incidents around the city culminating with Molotov cocktails thrown by terrorists at Israeli police cars at the Mount of Olives (which is the hill directly east of the Old City).

So today we had to skip our tour of the Christian shrines on the Mount of Olives, and instead went Immediatley to the “Ramparts Walk” high along the top of the outer walls of the Old City.   

  

 This is something most people don’t do, but I highly recommend it.  It was just us and a few small church groups (including a very sweet Danish church group reading from the Bible, singing hymns and trumpeting with shofars).  

 From there we explored the one part of the Western Wall where there is no gender segregation so Jim and I could visit it together.  It was peaceful and virtually empty.   

  

 On our way there, we passed a joyful Bar Mitzvah procession complete with dancing and music.  I wish I heard more music around the Old City.
We continued our historical exploration in the ancient “City of David” which lies below and just outside the “more modern” Old City. This is a huge archaeological site that exposed the original, underground spring that has provided Jerusalem with drinking water for over 3,000 years.  It’s an amazing place.  Other than groups of local students there are very few tourists.  

From the bottom of the City of David you look out and up at the Mount of Olives and the now Arab area of East Jerusalem. 

   Unfortunately, almost all of the homes in East Jerusalem were built on top of ancient Jewish tombs during the Jordanian occupation of 1948-1967.  In a just world this area would be returned and the sanctity of the ancient Jewish tombs reestablished within a park.  This could be done by building new apartments elsewhere in East Jerusalem for the Arabs currently living on the lower slopes of the Mount of Olives.

   

 We even passed Olive trees that were over 1000 years old.

  
From the amazing tour of the ancient spring that was the life blood of the City of David,  we walked underground back to the Old City through a narrow and now dry aqueduct built by Herod around 20 BC at the same time he built the Second Temple.  From underground you can see the giant stones that fell onto the aqueduct during the destruction of The Second Temple by the Romans in 70 AD.  The aqueduct comes out close to where we began our tour near  the original base of the Western Wall of the Second Temple.  Some of these stones are mammoth.

  
We ended our tour for the day in the City of David Musuem, next to the Western Wall, which has some good videos and displays.

   

By this point we were exhausted and starving.  I chose Falafel and the guys chose Shwarma from a great little restaurant in the Jewish Quarter.  Once back in our magic van we drove briefly out to a view overlook of Bethlehem (which is just a few miles from Jerusalem) and the security wall protecting Jerusalem from snipers and suicide bombers. This part of East Jerusalem is considered an “illegal” settlement according to the UN, which is ridiculous.

  
Our tour of Jerusalem is now over.  Tomorrow we head out for a long day trip to visit the Dead Sea and Masada.

Shalom!

We Dig Israel

Yesterday we tapped into our inner archaeologists.  Ari picked us up and we drove about an hour through the beautiful countryside southwest of Jerusalem.  

  
Until relatively recently , this was an unsafe area because of terrorist attacks (starting as early as the 1920’s)  so it was planted with trees and is now mostly park land.  The original trees were not native, but they grew tall and although they didn’t reproduce they created shade for the natural forest to regrow.  A true rebirth of the desert.

  

This is a picture of the width of Israel in this area, 20 miles.  At its widest, Israel is 45 miles wide.  At its narrowest, only 6.

We made a quick stop at another ruin, which was particularly beautiful because of the clouds and the sky.

   
   We drove by the area where David had his epic battle with Goliath.  We stopped in the rolling hills nearby where there was once a small, walled city.  Today, the city walls & structures are gone, but the elaborate basements (hand-carved caves) that were under the buildings remain — over 500 — and they are filled with interesting stuff.  This is area is now known as the  archaeological excavation at Tel Maresha, Israel. Most finds date back to 200 BCE, 2200 years ago!
  This is where Herod’s Grandfather (an Edomite) chose to become a Jew when  the Macabees conquered the city and gave everyone the choice of assimilating or leaving.  It is also the place where Herod was probably born.  The ground here is all chalk stone (a kind of limestone).  And when you carve blocks of it to build your house, you get a basement at no extra charge! 

  

  

  

    

  

  

Each house, as a result, had a mini quarry in their basements which they used for water storage, food storage, and pressing olives into olive oil.  Chalk Stone is amazing.  It’s easy to carve, it holds water, and you can also quarry large stones from it.

The series of caves is now a UNESCO protected site.  The archaeologists here had a brilliant idea of charging groups like ours to help dig the dirt out of the caves and look for artifacts.  Because the sites are a really like ancient garbage dumps and not stratified chronologically they don’t need experts to dig.  Which is a good thing because there is a lot of digging to be done.

I loved it!  I could do it once a week.  I got right Into it with my hands.  Jim and I were able to dig down to some original flooring which means they have probably reached the bottom of this particular cave.  The archeologists was pretty excited.  We got to stand where no one has stood for 2000 years.  

 I could have dug longer.

We  found pottery, shells and bones.  After the digging comes the schlepping and we all did a bucket brigade to get the dirt up the steps to the surface. Finally, we did the the sifting where you sift through the dirt in the daylight.  This is actually where you find most of the cool little things like shells and flint.  We found shells, flint and old charcoal from a fire. It truly is touching history.  The final step is done by the experts where they wash and analyze the pieces, looking for writing and other important information.  
  Then we split up and some people went to a totally excavated site while  others went to a site where the excavation is just beginning.  I choose the site where we had to crawl and Jim choose the other.  My area was lit with candles and was a kick to go through.  A family with young children joined me.

      

 We ended our day back in Jerusalem for an early meal before the sabbath and a good shower.

Shabbat Shalom!

Remembrance & Independence Days in Jerusalem

At first glance we thought that a week in Jerusalem might be too much.  Wrong. It’s been so nice having time to wander the city on these last three days and experience it both as a tourist but also as a part of the community.

Yesterday, after seeing our friend Elie Pierpz again during breakfast, we headed  out for a tour of the Menachem Begin Museum.   

Right before the tour there was another Remembrance Day Siren at 11 AM.  Once again, people paused throughout Israel for two minutes.  Longer ceremonies are also held throughout the day. We had a small ceremony at the museum before our tour began.

As is expected in a “Presidential-style” museum we got a very specific story about the personal and political life of the leader.  But given what we learned earlier this week about the 1973 Yom Kippur War, it was fascinating to follow the post-war story about the first time lsrael’s Labor Party lost a national election since Independence in 1948, and the center-right Likud Party’s first win.

Menachem Begin’s background is fascinating; from escaping the holocaust in Poland (Nazis murdered both of his parents),  

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 to his imprisonment by Russia in Lithuania (where he had fled to escape the Nazis), to his journey to Israel during WW2 as part of the Free Poland Army (ironically supported by Russia, which had invaded Poland at the same time as the Nazis, but then was itself invaded by the Nazis 2 years later), and eventually his leadership of the militant “Etzel” Israeli Independence Movement.  His group was responsible for the attacks against the British occupation of Israel prior to its Independence, including the bombing of the King David Hotel. 

His election as Prime Minister of Israel followed his 29 years in various minority parties and ultimately led to the Peace Agreement with Egypt’s President Sadat.  They both shared the 1978 Nobel Peace Prize.  Although he lived very modestly, he donated his $50,000 cash prize to help disadvantaged Israelis attend college.

  How modestly did he live?  in part of the museum we got to sit on the two very modest living room couches  that he and his wife pushed together to use as their bed after their three children went to bed in the only bedroom in their one bedroom apartment, which they rented, not owned, and where they lived most of their lives.

He was responsible for convincing the Russians to eventually allow hundreds of thousands of Jews to migrate to Israel, as well as  the “lost tribe” of African Jews from Ethiopia.

After finishing our tour of the museum, we  took another Segway tour on the new Promenade Park with its fabulous views of the new and Old City.   

 This is also where you can see the big wall separating the West Bank from Jerusalem and Israel. You can also  see the large UN facility (on a very nice piece of view property) where the UN still monitors the 1948 War’s cease-fire line (the “green line” that used to divide Jerusalem Into its Israeli & Jordanian halves).   

 The UN is still there, in the same place, even though the border with Jordan moved 10 miles east to the Jordan River & Dead Sea in 1967 (which later became the official border after the Israeli-Jordanian Peace Treaty more than 20 years ago).  Because the USA is the largest funder of the UN, this is an unfortunate example of your Amercan tax dollars being wasted overseas.

After resting we headed out to experience the fun and celebration of Israel’s Independence Day (like other Israeli holidays, the holiday begins at sundown, and then continues for 24 hours until sundown on the next day).  We had a great time walking around and experiencing the music, the dancing and the joyous celebration.  

  There were fireworks at 10:30 PM and again at midnight and the party went on well into the early morning.  Our evening ended much earlier, just after midnight.

As the Independence Day holiday continued today, people here usually celebrate in parks with picnics and BBQ’s.  But today’s weather was very unusual:  it was windy, rainy and cold all day. So it felt like almost everyone in Jerusalem had the same idea: visit the huge Israel Museum and enjoy today’s free admission.  Although it was crowded it was also fun and we were happy to share the museum with thousands of local families including lots and lots of children.

Amazingly, we ran into our Australian friends we met in Tel Aviv, Rick and Jan, in the Dead Sea Scrolls Exhibit.  Most people  

  tell you that you have to allow at least 4 hours for the museum and we can tell you now that this is a big underestimate, as we spent 4 hours and barely saw half of the exhibits.

Although it was cold and windy we spent almost an hour outside looking  at the huge model of ancient Jerusalem before the Romans destroyed it for rebelling in 66 AD.   

 The model, which is almost an acre in size, gives you an incredible overview of this incredible, historic city of the ancient world.

   

  I love the reflection of the clouds in this sculpture.

 After taking a break to warm up and get a snack we headed to the massive  archaeological exhibit.  But we wandered into the modern art exhibits and it was so cute watching 2 young boys giggle at this giant statue and his “pee pee” as they called it.


 We only made it through 4 of the 7 sections of ancient artifacts before my head began to explode with too much information.  It begins 10,000 years ago and we only made it to about 200 AD.

Although we have seen many other antiquities, in other great museums such as the Smithsonian Museum, the British Museum and the Vatican Museum, seeing the Israel Museum here in Jerusalem, having just visited the area and learning the history, created the perfect expiriential learning experience for us.  It was very meaningful.

Tomorrow we meet up again with our guide Ari.  I think we are going to “get dirty” at an archaeological dig.  

Shalom!