Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Last Day

I start my last day in San Francisco.  Boo.  I'm having so much fun.  Yesterday we headed out of the city across the Golden Gate Bridge.  That in itself was worth the price of admission.



There is an area above the bridge that provides views back toward the city that are spectacular.  And of Alcatraz where we are going today.

Back into the car and up Highway 1 (note to self: come back on motorcycle!) to the canyon country of Muir Woods.  John Muir started the Sierra Club and you can see why as you wind through this neck of the woods.  Muir Woods is a National Park that protects the last stand of redwoods still standing from the good old days.  Very old.  As you walk into the forest it's really cool how people go from yack yack yacking to complete silence.  Sort of like walking into a grand cathedral.  




Fish and chips at The Pelican Inn an English pub/inn that was taken apart over there and re-assembled over here.  Ale by the pint and plenty of tartar sauce!  

Out to Muir Beach and proof that there really is a Pacific Ocean.








Skirt steak and grilled asparagus on the barbie for dinner and exhausted he drops into bed.

Love you all.  Peace.  Peter




Sunday, March 27, 2011

loving these stories from the train! tell rowan he's attractive but i have no time to think of anythng but rowing these days...row row row...exhausted

Sunday Morning in San Francisco

I had a great sleep in a great bed.  This morning Ashley and I went out.  She to Zumba class and me for a walk / run to get the lay of the land.  Hills!  But I made it and am back at the house waiting for Phil "Flip" Casey and Charlene "Chuck" Smith to come over for a Middlebury brunch.  So much fun.

Yesterday.  We got off the train in Reno and boarded buses for the ride to Sacremento where we would reboard a train for the final leg of the cross country journey.  My seatmate was a wonderful older woman who knew the area quite well and pointed out the sites as we left the city.  We quickly realized we were in trouble as we passed lines and lines of trucks that were parked.  The climb out of Reno through Donner Pass (named after a party of settlers who got stuck in the snow and resorted to cannibalism my seatmate told me as she hungrily eyed my arm!) is very steep and had been closed for the previous 22 hours because of the recent snowfall of 5-7 feet.  The driver was completely calm and eventually pulled over and put on chains.  The highway department was not letting anyone proceed without chains or a 4 wheel drive vehicle.  There are actually people called "chain monkeys" who for a fee will help people put on or take off their snowtire chains.  $30.00 to put on / $15.00 to take off.

You want snowbanks?  You got snow banks!

 We slowly made our way up and over the pass, worked our way down into Sacremento and onto a train for Emeryville, where Ashley picked me up and we headed for San Francisco.

On our way from the Emeryville train station we got to see a member of CHIPS (California Highway Patrol:
and one of the street cars:
took a quick ride up to the highest spot of the city, Twin Peaks:
checked into the guest room:

and went out for ribs to celebrate Rowan's last night before going back to school.  Cailin and Grady take note.



Don't tell anyone but here is a pirated picture of the cover of Ashley's newest (not even published yet) book, entitiled "Baby Bear Sees Blue".  It is a great story of a baby bear learning his colors and bound to be a must-read for every child interested in discovering the world of color.

I've gotta go, folks are starting to arrive for brunch.  I could get used to this.

Love you all.  Peace.  Peter

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Well the cross-country adventure looks like loads of fun. Are you reminded at all of your trip out west as a young'un about which Gr. Ann took loads of notes (from which, I believe, we know that Patty was studying up on grasses?)?

New York has suddenly got very cold after a week or so of lovely spring (75 degrees!) weather. I have been working a lot, Shawn (Izzy's mom) has been away on a lot of business trips, so I've been overnight at Izzy's almost every night for the past two weeks. As hosts of the critically acclaimed cooking show "Marva and Marvin" (she's Marva, I'm Marvin), we have been doing a lot of work in the kitchen. We might be most proud of our chocolate cake with homemade buttercream frosting, although Shawn was not quite so pleased when she got home to find five gallons of buttercream frosting in the refrigerator. Apparently there was some fine print under the recipe reminding people that this was a restaurant recipe, meant for serving in bulk.

Renee has been in town for the past week and treating me to her insider's knowledge of the city. On Sunday we indulged in some delicious tarts from the adorably named "Once Upon a Tart," in SOHO. We tried savory and sweet tarts and there is no doubt in my mind that this quaint little joint will end up being twice, or maybe thrice upon a tart... heh heh, get it? Cause I'll be going back...

After lunch we went to see short films at the NY International Children's Film Festival, and it was fantastic! Granted, we were the only adults there without children in tow, but let me tell you, those jaded new yorkers who may have dismissed this cultural icon at the term "children's" really missed out on something great. Some of the creators of the films spoke after the viewing and they all said that they did not have children in mind when they set out to make the films, they were made for all audiences. Actually, some of them were a little over my head. Perhaps I have not taken an English class in too long, but there was definitely some symbolism that was lost on me.

I also had the pleasure of Renee's company yesterday, for an afternoon on the Upper East Side. We met at this amazing bakery/gourmet deli called Yura on 92nd and Madison, I had a croissant and Renee had zucchini bread, and we both had Renee's signature steamed milk, which, if you have not tried one, are scrummy (like that Cailin, how I used a bit of English slang?). Nourished, we proceeded to the Jewish museum, which is essentially a celebration of Jewish culture and contributions to art, and features artists of Jewish backgrounds. There was an amazing exhibit on Houdini, who, if you didn't know this, was a Rabbi's son. The exhibit included everything from paintings inspired by "the king of handcuffs" to his actual "water torture chamber" to the handcuffs he escaped from to posters advertising his shows to a cage exhibit with 7 live pigeons and a glass coffin on which the pigeons defecated, meant (according to the description on the wall) to symbolize the brevity of life and some analogy about life having you in chains that vaguely relates to houdini's escape acts. But I didn't really get that one.

There was a school group there and we sort of followed them around because they had a great tour guide who was telling really cool houdini anecdotes and things, and also because kids say the darndest things, and Renee and I were getting quite a few chuckles out of the comments. There was a lot of "I know how he did that! He's hiding the key in his pocket!" and "I could do that." Also a touching moment (awwwww) when a little boy raised his hand and said, "I think if I saw Houdini do that trick then I would believe that nothing is impossible."

There was a new installation at the Jewish Museum that we got to see, an exhibit by the artist Maira Kalman. She had instructed the paintings to be hung side by side, all squished together with no empty space between the frames, so looking at the exhibit was like reading a story book about her life. You could really see how different things in her life were influencing her work, like after her husband died there was a series of really sad artwork.

Then we popped into the Cooper Hewitt museum just one block away. It is a branch of the Smithsonian and the national center for design. The new exhibit there was an installation of hundreds of Van Cleef and Arpels jewelry pieces, absolutely amazing, just diamonds EVERYWHERE, probably billions of dollars worth of jewelry in one room.

Upstairs there was another exhibit on the artist Sonia Delaunay, a real avant garde tastemaker in the 1920s who made textiles with really big, bold, graphic shapes and colors. Her whole concept was that "color is the skin of life" and that by placing colors and shapes strategically next to eachother you created movement. The exhibit actually inspired my curriculum for art class later in the day, where I had the kids look at some of the pamphlets from the exhibit and then create their own textile patterns. Yes, I was quite proud of myself for coming up with that one.

Right now I am at KC and Baldur's babysitting the kidlets. It is Baldur's birthday, so they are out with friends. There are revolutionary developments happening in the Martin-Gudbjornsson-Baldursdottir household: Freyja and Katla are now sharing a room, which has been going pretty well for the most part, except for tonight when KC all of a sudden heard screaming from the room and went in to find that Freyja had thrown a huge plastic babydoll in Katla's crib and hit her square in the head. After much crying on both their parts I thought they had fallen asleep, until at about 8:00 (they were both supposed to have been asleep for two hours at this point), I hear a creaking of a door and some padded footsteps, and a little voice saying "Hi!"... Freyja had decided it was time to play and was absolutely adamant about not going back to bed. Hard to say no to a little kid in footed pajamas holding her blanket and looking up at you with enormous eyes, but I did eventually get her back to bed and all has been silent since. She is probably in there playing dress up.

Love to everyone! xox



I Made It To San Francisco

I made it!  Following are notes I made while on the train and have only now gotten to be able to hook up with wi-fi.  I will post more updated stuff later.  Just know I made it!  Ashley has given me a great quick tour of San Francisco and now we are enjoying her home and the tail end of the UCONN  Arizona game.  

Wednesday. 2:20 PM.  This is so cool.  I have my own little roomette.  Not real big but private and with a bunk that folds down for sleeping.  The shower is just down the hall and I am in need!  There is an upstairs where the windows are floor to ceiling which will mean more as we head out into the plains and Rockies.  I’ve already gotten lost, came downstairs and all my stuff was gone.  Oh wait, wrong room.  Sorry.  Tom is my conductor and he seems like a fine fellow.  The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet’s Nest is getting really good so I’m going to quit now and go read for a bit.


My Roomette

Tom My Conductor



7:00 AM. Waking up in the flat, flat, flat part of the country.  I had a great sleep in my roomette.  Getting dressed is a bit of a challenge.  I have decided to not shave until I’m on firmer ground.  Excellent breakfast except for the announcement that an avalanche somewhere between here and San Francisco means the train will go no further than Reno.  Huh?  No one heard of a shovel?  I’m going to have to scramble and do some figgerin’.  The adventure has become an adventure.
11:50 PM.  We’re about to pull out of Denver, destination unknown.  As we pulled into Denver we were informed that we would be put up for the night in Denver and then try to get out tomorrow.  At first I was going to stay on the train and take my chances in Reno but was informed of a big bowling tournament in Reno that had taken up all the hotel rooms.  So I quickly pack (stuff everything into by bag) and jump off and into the Denver station.  Once inside they instructed us there would be no accomodations provided in Denver but that they would be provided for us in Reno.  Got that?  Me neither but if you hurry you can get back on the train.  Thank you for all your patience and understanding as we deal with Mother Nature.  
12:30 PM.  I think.  We’ve changed time zones a couple times and my computer clock don’t know it.  My cell phone is apparently confused as it is refusing to show any time.  Anyway we just entered Moffatt Tunnel at 6.1 miles long the longest railroad tunnel in the United States.  Prior to the building of the tunnel our trip over the Great Divide took 5-6 hours.  Now we can do it in 12 minutes.  As we exit the tunnel you will be able to see the ski lifts and trails of Winter Park.  Thank you for riding with Amtrak.  Now I gotta go have my lunch.
4:30 PM.  The ride from Denver to Glenwood Springs, Colorado is absolutely gorgeous.  I am finding so many places I want to come back and explore.  Even Ottumwa, Iowa looks fun!  But right now we are up in the high canyon country of the Rockies.  Red rocks, steep canyon walls and scrawny dogs barking at trains behind houses put in the middle of god knows where for god knows what reason.  I was able to get just enough time on someone’s wi-fi in Glenwood Springs for a quick post on Facebook.  For those of you from there thanks.  I have finished The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet’s Nest (I won’t spoil it for you Janine!).  A train ride is a great way to completely relax and read.  Or write.  Or just look out the window.  Ever wonder what’s on the other side of that canyon wall?  There’s an app for that!  Actually there isn’t.  You’re going to have to put away all your devices and go for a hike.



Saturday AM. Woke up fairly early, before dawn in Nevada.  And the announcement that there would be busses to get us from Reno to Emeryville / San Francisco.  Yeah!!  I had breakfast with John from Sioux City, Iowa and Peter from Stockholm, Sweden.  Nevada is beautiful.  We are traveling through scrubby desert with huge mountain backdrops that seem to rise out of the earth for no particular reason.  


Love you all.  Peace.  Peter

blogging from georgia! won't allow me to write in the box. on my phone. rigged in pouring rain today. first practice in an hour!

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Going along ...........

I was hoping to find you here this afternoon, Peter! I hope you'll find moments to keep up the travelog. The first installment was good fun. I'm so glad you have been able to make the camera connection. Does the train have a dome you can ride in for 360 degree viewing (in the daytime!)?

Thanks for thinking of the rest of us. I know it is too much to expect that Cailin might be blogging from Atlanta. Connor, what are you up to this week? And Grady?

Love to all points, N, E, S and W,
GrAnn