Thursday, May 21, 2015

Have Uke....Will Travel!


Three Mile White Sand Beach - Molokai'i  


We are off for the Hawaiian island of Molokai'i and the Uke Ohana 2015 event we have been looking forward to since February. 




Bellingham is our departure city.  Fom the window of our Alaska Airlines flight we wave goodbye to our home, the San Juan Islands.  See that long island on the western edge of the archipelago?  That's San Juan Island, floating in the Salish Sea as the sun prepares to set on the western horizon.


737-800  Alaska Airlines

Pacific Ocean....lots of it.

The direct to Honolulu new route out of Bellingham,WA., and traveling into the evening, allowed us to upgrade to a first class seats!  Seats in row #2 turn out to be far from our usual back of the plane location....both in distance and well, all the rest of it.

Beet salad Mr. Simpson?

Oh, YES!  

Mai-tais and warmed nut bowl?  Seriously?

Would you like your own entertainment tablet and cheese cake?  Why the ?

This five and 1/2 hour flight "flies" by.  I finally watch the movie "Wild" and so does Steve....each with our own earphones.  Weird.  On the way home, I watch "Still Alice" and as I glance at Steve's screen, he has apes tromping back and forth.  Yeah, that's about right.

Getting in at almost 10 p.m. we spend the night in Honolulu.  I am learning SO much about figuring out and booking trips on line.  I am also appreciating the days of the travel agent!   A small learning experience here: if you choose the cheaper hotel, which is a little further from the airport, and it says, "shuttle to the airport"...that might mean..."you hire your own private shuttle from the airport to the hotel at your own private expensive expense."  Or, you could choose the one hotel, very close to airport, looks worse, costs more (like the cost of a shuttle) with the advertised shuttle and the impotant word, "free."  You COULD do that instead.

Thursday morning we are back at the airport, sometime after the expensive and not free airport shuttle does not show up,  meaning we jump a cab....and dash up to the Mokolele Airline counter for our morning flight to Kaunakakai, Molokai.  (did you ever notice how many Hawaiian places start with k and are long words?)


Mokolele Airlines is very particular about weight.  Flying at home in this type of aircraft they do ask for your weight.  You just tell them....as loudly or quietly as you wish.  Here you hop ON the scale with your carry on bag...and ukulele of course.  The TOTAL weight flashes up in nice big numbers.  Hum.

Oh drats!  Weighed in just like luggage!  


Our lift to Molokai....looks a lot like flying to San Juan Island!

The beverage service starts (and ends) at the gate.

Row #2....again!  The same, but.....different.

Leaving Honolulu behind...we are ready to begin our experience getting to know this gem of a Hawaiian island.


With one day to get to know the island before the ukulele retreat begins, we are off and driving.  There is a small printed tourist guide (for a small island) of seven or eight places you might want to  check out.  It neglects to mention the harbor, but harbors are always on the Steve and Nan list.


Room on one side of the wharf for about 20 boats to tie bow in.

Look what we find tied up....from Alaska!  A little Fisher 25!

It was fun to spot this little version of our sailboat, safely tied in the harbor at Kaunakakai, HI.  No one around, but the fella on the neighboring boat informed us, for sure it's NOT for sale, has been there several years, and the owner is usually in Alaska working.  Must have been a big trip for a little boat!

Next it's off to, Papohaku Beach Park, the longest white sand beach in all the Hawaiian islands, also known as Three Mile Beach.  One of the amazing experiences is to be in Hawaii, on an incredible beach, with...well, no people.  Oh, alright...there were four people.  Total.

We are two of four people on "Three Mile Beach"....
 We drive to the overlook on the north side of the island to see Kalaupapa, the peninsula that was a dedicated leper colony from the late 1866 until the 1969.  There is much "story" about the people who were forced to live here and the people who helped them do so.  Today you can fly in on a tourist flight, take a donkey down the hillside...or, you can look from afar.  That's where we are.


Reading the informational signs at the lookout
This lookout also "looks out" at the highest sea cliffs in the world!  Recognize this view?  Of course! It's from Jurassic Park III....I'm sure you remember that!

The Pali (cliffs) on Molokai.....breathtaking!

We cannot pass by the chance to stop at the old Sugar Mill and history museum that tells the tales of many of the people that were taken to and lived in the leper colony.  Then, it's off to Purdy's Macadamia Nut Farm...for...


The little nut farm of the 50 original trees is very productive.  (there are now additional trees)  It is pointed out that everything in this farm is produced organically, no pesticides are used.  There is a pest patrol though...made up of kitties!  Many kitties!  We enjoy a short talk about macadamia nut trees and then a lesson in cracking these very hard nuts...and the best part...tasting!

Macadamia nuts .....everywhere!

Nut crackers!  And they work really really well!

Yummy treats....mac nut honey and mustard!  Try it with a piece of coconut!  OK!

Even the intrepid travelers, who have the advantage of three hours west coast time added to the day, begin to tire by late afternoon.  It's off to Hotel Molokai and the hammocks!  P.S.  This is the only hotel on the island!  As of 2014, all other accomodations are house or apt. or condo rentals.

Looking up from our hammock!  Don't miss this stop!

Here's the part about, "Let Molokai change you!"

Patio off our room and....our hammock!

Hotel Molokai beach
Tomorrow we join forces with the rest of the ukulele players coming to Molokai for a long weekend of "Uke Ohana" (uke family) at Pu'u O Hoku Ranch (place of the stars).  Time to rest up!


Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Closing in on....HOME!

 The next few days take us north from California to Oregon and finally....Washington.  First on the list is Gold Beach, Oregon and Turtle Rock RV Resort.  Our buddies Tim and Ramie have recommended this spot to us...because some sites have private hot tubs.  Who wouldn't choose this option?

Turtle Rock....Oregon Coast

Hot tub right outside our door...overlooking the river and ocean!

We are able to do some beach combing here too, and a fabulous beach for the dogs to run....and run...and RUN!
She's seen better days!


The Beach Boys


 Then it's on up the coast to a federal campsite called Tillicum Beach.  This means it's a $12.00 a night....(because we're OLD)...and another incredible open beach...hardly a soul around...and more free running for Sparky and Skipper!

Pacific waves hit the beach

Many "rules" and warnings, but NO rules about dogs!???

Dog heaven?

View from our campsite

Cell reception for a phone call from Jessica!

Pano shot of the beach right at our RV doorstep

The next morning we are pushing further north....and yes, it rains.  The first real rain of our driving trip north...and it doesn't last too long.  Just long enough for us to "remember"....


Classic highway bridge on hwy 101 in Oregon

Yep, wet pavement
Our goal this night is Astoria.  We poke along the coast highway and keep looking out to sea.  Somewhere out there, not far away, is a friend taking his classic wooden excursion boat back to Friday Harbor from Baja.  No doubt about it...our path is calmer.

Our evening in Astoria takes us to the waterfront and the Wet Dog Cafe for dinner.  How could you pass this by?  Check out the menu....

Ready for dinner?

A burger for the boys?  $1.00 each?!

Better try one!
Sparky sleeps off the night....
Live music .... guitar, banjo...and YES!  Ukulele!

The next morning we are off for Ocean Park, Washington....across the Astoria bridge and the mighty Columbia River.  Roll on Columbia....roll on...

We have never been to the peninsula that hosts the tiny town of Ocean Park....so here we are for Easter to visit "cousin" Adrianne where she is the pastor for the Lutheran Church.

Steve and Adrianne

Steve and cousin Mary walking the beach

Pastor Adrianne gives a dynamite children's sermon!

....and a great sermon!

Kai, auntie Adrianne, cousin Mary, Steve, Tayia and cousin Eric


Bunny Sparky


Bunny Skipper

It's a great Sunday for us...and all too soon...time to keep on traveling north...with the morning Seattle traffic in mind, we choose to go the evening before!

We have one more stop to make before our ferry reservations on Tuesday morning.  That would be Anacortes to visit with Nan's cousins from....Wisconsin...who we missed in Arizona...but are now visiting their daughter before turning east and heading home.  We arrange to meet cousin Fritz, his wife Mo and daughter Jennifer in Anacortes...at a sports bar as Wisconsin plays basketball in the final four this night!

Cousin Fitz, Nan, Mo and Jennifer

A toast to the wounded....
 Yes, that's a huge bandage and ice pack you see on cousin Fritz's shin.  There's a story here, but like any game, the score explains some of it:  Chainsaw wood chip: 1, Fritz: 0.

They were a little delayed in meeting us at the bar...as they were trying to get discarged from the Anacortes Hospital ER.
Steve, Nan, Fritz the wounded, Jen and mom, Mo!
The next morning we are off to the Anacortes ferry terminal...and yes, I really think Sparky recognized...well, something! As we pull into line...he's whining at the window.

Hey!  Woof!  Where are we??!!!


Ahoy....it's Friday Harbor!!

Froglanding....hoop garden house, barn, house....and lots of green, green grass!

Almost there....

Look who welcomes us home!
Whew.  It's been the longest trip ever....four months and one week away from home, sweet home, and the Pacific Northwest.  4,752 miles...460 gallons of diesel...and once again, we are grateful for good traveling grace....new sights seen...new friends made...old friends reunited....movies watched, paddle boards paddled, kayaks floated, songs sung, ukuleles strummed, strokes swum....hikes walked, photos taken, campfires shared....what a time to be treasured.

Now...for "re-entry"....into island life....and wherever the next path takes us...