Monday, April 16, 2018


I signed up for my first group bike ride a month or two ago, motivated by the idea of riding on some normally forbidden stretches of highway (though very familiar ones). The 12-mile Emerald City Ride began near the stadiums, climbed to the viaduct and took 99 north through the Battery Street Tunnel and all the way across the Aurora Bridge. Then it cut across the north end of Lake Union past Gasworks, before heading back up the hill to join the I-5 Express Lanes for the trip back downtown.

Did I mention that it was was cool, wet, and very gray. But that despite the weather and the early Sunday morning hour, 6000 people turned out in in a wide variety of fluorescent colors.

They probably can't repeat this ride next year - since the viaduct should be gone by then. It sure better be.

Seattle Paramount

M found a friend willing to call while we were working and they were able to find us tickets for the last day of the show. I wasn't quite sure what to expect. Not that I hadn't heard the hype, but I was still trying to wrap my head around the popularity of a historical piece using hip hop and a largely African American cast to represent some pretty archetypal old white guys. It was great!

We were in the back row of the main level, but could see pretty well and could actually understand most of the dialog. The musical genre actually made this easier and I we both preferred it to more traditional musicals.


Some nice weekends in March (yes, it's now mid-April) got me out on the bike (as opposed to inside on the bike, of which there's been quite a bit this winter). These photos include two rides a week apart - one to Carkeek and Ballard, the other to Discovery Park.

So far, the bike thing has stuck. My accident last fall cut out a month of good fall riding and left me a little squeamish about riding in the real world, where bad pavement and automobiles have consequences, but I think I've gotten beyond that. The scariest thing now is the clipless pedals I've been using since January, but so far I've usually remembered to unclip before stopping.

A bulk of my miles since the New Year have been on an pretty neat high-tech indoor setup. Maybe at some point, I'll post some pictures of my rides in Watopia!

Monday, April 02, 2018

Santa Cruz

I'm not quite sure why it's taken more than five weeks to get to this. Priority. Distraction. Sloth. Forgetfulness.

The workshop ended on Friday with a field trip to a couple of spots on the Richmond shoreline. I picked up a rental car at the airport and took on the Friday afternoon traffic over the hill from Silicon Valley to Santa Cruz. I checked out the beach, of course, somehow lost my sunglasses, and then went looking for dinner. Downtown was packed - plenty of food options, but no parking. And probably long waits to get in, too. So I found a sandwich at a neighborhood deli (The Buttery) and a bag of chips and a beer at the local grocery store and took it all back to the hotel.

Parking downtown was easier the next morning and I had a good cup of coffee at Verve before heading back to the beach. It was beautiful, clear, and just barely above freezing.

I know a little about soccer parents, and I know a lot about chess and ultimate parents, but I hadn't really thought much about surfer parents, but there they were, in their SUVs on the cliff edge, bundling up their kids as they climbed out of the ocean. There was some sort of junior surfing tournament going on.

From there, it was just one beach after another all day long, until I finally got back into San Francisco just before dinner. A walk down to Shark Fin Cove, a visit to the Pigeon Point lighthouse, mingling with the upper crust at the Ritz-Carlton south of Half Moon Bay, lunch above the riprap at Miramar Beach, and a tour from a colleague of the beaches in Pacifica.

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Beacon Hill

The Chief Sealth Trail winds through the rolling right of way below the big high tension lines that come into Seattle across Beacon Hill. It's a great urban hike, with views both back toward Mount Rainier and north towards downtown and Elliott Bay.

We took the light rail to Othello Street and walked a few blocks west to the trail. We followed the trail north to 15th Avenue South (in the vicinity of the big VA hospital), then through the neighborhoods and up to Jefferson Park, where everyone was out enjoying the nice weather. From there, it was a short walk to the Beacon Hill Link Station, and a fairly quick trip home.

520 Bridge

Also called the Evergreen Point, or the Albert Rosellini, Floating Bridge, the 520 bridge was built in 1963. It's reported to the the world's longest floating bridge and even got a little longer when it was completely rebuilt over the past few years. Although the main span is pretty much done, there is a lot of work still planned at the western end to improve connections to UW and I-5.

The new bike trail was finished just before Christmas and last Sunday - a typical sunny, 60-degree January day in Seattle - plenty of folks were out walking and riding. The trail is wider than the one on I-90 and even has little punchouts for views and rest stops. I suspect that not only will the new trail get plenty of use, it will increase pressure on other bike routes around the lake since opportunities for extended rides are much expanded.

Most of my riding since Christmas has been indoors (albeit in a virtual version of London and an even more virtual place called Watopia), but this was a great day to get outside for a 30-mile loop through Redmond and Kirkland.

Sunday, January 07, 2018

Green Lake

Seattle only gets snow rarely, and when it does, it often occurs right around freezing and either falls through warm air onto warm ground, or it turns to rain before amounting to very much. But this year, it had been cold (by Seattle standards) for a few days and then it began snowing late afternoon on Christmas Eve. We didn't get a lot, but at least it stuck and didn't just turn to slush when it hit sidewalks. It flurried off and on into the next morning and provided a rare white Christmas. It varied from spot to spot, but I guess we had 2-3" in our neighborhood.

We walked down to the lake and back through Woodland Park, swung by my usual coffee shop, and then headed home and packed up gifts to take to Mom's.

Seattle saw the introduction of wide spread bike sharing this year - and the colorful bikes are scattered everywhere. Nice in the summer, sort of ragged in the wind and rain, and a little surreal after the holiday snow flurry.

Saturday, January 06, 2018

Seattle Center

Since we were Seattle tourists, we felt we should check out Seattle Center. We took the monorail, of course, which is a little dated now but still a cool way to get from downtown to Seattle Center. The 55-year old glimpse of the future provides a nice view of all the new construction going on north of downtown. There are construction cranes everywhere. But no more monorails than there were in 1962!

The Chihuly Glass Exhibit was great and the sunshine made the Garden particularly nice.  I admit that here's something weird (by no means unique, I'm sure) about an entire museum dedicated to a single, still-living artist. I think I prefer Tacoma's Museum of Glass a little more, if only because it's more about an art form than about an individual. But the work is still amazing.

We decided against the Space Needle - too expensive, too crowded, and too much remodeling going on. I guess we should come back in a year or two and check out the finished product - complete with a glass floor, I understand. We will also need to come back some time and go to the Museum of Pop Culture (the "old' Experience Music Project) - another museum largely associated with a single individual - although in this case, a patron, not an artist.

I still remember the amusement arcade that sat here beneath the Space Needle, complete with its mini-golf course. Remember the elephant with the martini glass? Or am I imagining that?

Pike Place Market

We wanted to get away for a couple of days over the holiday and our normal weekend options - Portland and Vancouver - were either too expensive, too much work, or done too recently, so we tried something different. We spent two nights in downtown Seattle.

We rolled our suitcases to the stop for the 26 and used our Orca cards. We stayed at the Alexis. We ate two dinners (Heartwood Provisions and NiJo) and one breakfast (Bookstore Cafe) within a block of the hotel. We ate our second breakfast at Red Cedar and Sage and were reminded just how many little nooks and crannies there are in the multiple floors that comprise the Pike Place Market.

The Market was busy and colorful on Saturday morning. The weather was chilly, but beautiful, and the views back at downtown and out over the water were great.

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Jerimoth Hill

Rhode Island's highest point is not a terribly difficult climb. The route finding is easy, the distance is minimal, and the elevation gain unremarkable. The view from the summit is ... blocked by the trees.

Jerimoth Hill, all 812' of it, is in western Rhode Island, not far from the Connecticut state line. State Route 101 crosses the hill near the summit, so the final leg is an almost level trail not more than a few hundred yards long. The summit is marked by steel ammo canister - I didn't add my name.  Nearby are some storage sheds and what I assumed were telescope mounts - Brown maintains the site as a potential observatory.

Until recently, this was one of the more difficult high points to reach, as the the owners of the adjacent land weren't keen on visitors, but now the summit is marked on the highway and the trail is open to all. There are residences nearby, visible through the woods.

For other state high points, some perhaps more familiar, or at least a bit more dramatic, check out hshipman: highpoint.


The south shore of Rhode Island was really cold. On Friday, there were gale force winds from the north, making the low 30s feel a lot colder. On Saturday morning, the winds had dropped, but so had the temperatures. The thermometer in my rented Camry said low 20s. So much for iPhone battery life!

I hit most of the beaches - or so it seemed - between Narragansett and Westerly on Friday. I walked down the narrow lane to the Watch Hill Lighthouse, then practically ran (to keep warm?) back through town and out to the dunes looking over Napatree Point to catch the setting sun.

I've wanted to see Napatree ever since I read R.A. Scotti's account of the 1938 hurricane in Sudden Sea. The storm pretty much washed away everything on the spit, along with much of the spit itself (I may post more on the other blog).

I spent Friday night in a La Quinta just over the Connecticut line, but drove back down to the beach on Saturday morning to watch the sunrise over the Atlantic - and to get another look at Taylor Swift's little beach cottage, perched on Watch Hill. I found the grand Ocean House hotel a much more interesting looking place. I considered seeing if they served breakfast - to riff raff in blue jeans - but decided I had too much still to do before I had to return my car to the Providence airport at noon.

I settled for coffee at Junk & Java, which was clearly where everyone else in western Rhode Island was settling for coffee that morning, too.