Round About

birthday biking weekend

2012-01-30T15:19:00.001-05:00

a few snaps from the weekend

Goat Island

2012-01-22T14:34:00.001-05:00

Goat island is open to the public just for the month of Jan. George and I went to check it out...

Playing some tunes

The old magazine

In the 1930s (i think) there were over 100 people living on the island. This was the view from their from porch.

Chillin' out

Sailing sailing and more sailing

2012-01-14T16:59:00.000-05:00

Weather in Sydney has finally improved and we're back on the water on a regular basis. Also, I've learned how to use fancy features on my phone. Here's the result:

Night on the boat

Greenwich- where we keep the boat

Our camp for the night

sunset

Saturday sailing with friends

Heading towards the Heads

Back to Luna Park

The boys doing their thing

The kite is up!


just flying a kite on a rainy(ish) day

sunset back on the mooring

maine!

2011-11-15T08:31:00.001-05:00

Fun times in Maine!

More photos here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamgh654/sets/72157628006024079/

Boat life

2011-10-18T06:27:00.001-04:00

Visitors

2011-10-18T05:34:00.003-04:00

About a month ago we had some friends visit us...

Then today when vaccuuming we found this on our living room floor:

I think we might need to start closing our windows when we leave the house!

Spring in Sydney

2011-09-07T06:51:00.001-04:00

View on the walk from the Spit Bridge to Manly

It's nice to have Luc back if only for a short while.

George and I looking a bit uncomfortable staring into the sun

the living room

2011-07-10T17:44:00.000-04:00

For those who are interested, I'm starting to post photos of our apt.

we did some gardening over the weekend

2011-07-04T17:30:00.000-04:00

from this...

to this....

(ps this is our balcony. Darcy- you asked ages ago that I take some photos of the apt and post them. I'm getting there...)

Blue Mountains Long Weekend

2011-06-21T03:58:00.000-04:00

Nothing like a bush walk in the rain

followed by Romanian folk music and beer while sitting in front of the fire at the local pub

Can the Queen have a birthday every weekend?

Saturday sanding-- working on the boat

2011-05-24T06:24:00.000-04:00

Sri Lanka

2011-04-30T21:33:00.001-04:00

A few highlights from the past two weeks in no particular order...

There doesn't seem to be much dairy or beef in sri lanka so we're not all that sure what they do with the cows... Right after we climbed sigiriya (in the background)

on a very crowded bus... our usual way of travel...

sunrise at adam's peak

the monkeys of sigiriya

At dambulla caves

hanging with the monks at sigiriya

I have a ton more photos which I will upload to flickr in due time. All in all, it was a fantastic trip.

Love, Tamara

Weekend photos

2011-04-06T17:10:00.000-04:00

A few highlights from the weekend...

Friday night date night- on the ferry, heading to the Symphony- oo la la

Sunday morning post- gardening- gorging on tamarillos

Sunday afternoon sailing with Doug and Jo- resting for a drink at Cockatoo Island
Doug, Jo, George

doug, jo, me

george, jo, me

doug, jo, me.
phew. i think that's all of us

Two photos from the week

2011-03-27T03:47:00.000-04:00

rainy nights sailing- Tom and George at the helm

heading over the bridge- my walk home from work

The Grate North Sydney Desert

2011-03-18T20:30:00.000-04:00

This is a story about a garden and a building. Once upon a time there was a semi-ugly but did the trick apartment building in North Sydney. George and Tamara and about 100+ other people lived in this building. Half the apartments had beautiful views overlooking the Harbour. The other half had a view of a bamboo grove growing in front of the building. It wasn't the nicest bamboo grove but it was green and it gave the building a nice feel (especially as it was the front of the building) and people liked it. Then, one day, all the residents (well the residents who rented) came home to find the bamboo cut down.

A war started. Well, a war of words. Notes were left in the lift. "Cleaning happening outside the building" "GIVE US BACK OUR BAMBOO" "Car for sale" "WHERE'S OUR BAMBOO" "Volunteers needed to plant front garden" "WHAT??? YOU CUT DOWN OUR BAMBOO AND NOW WANT US TO VOLUNTEER TO GARDEN". Things would quiet down and then someone would leave another note somewhere in building and it would start up again.

Tamara and George thought the new bamboo-stump-and-rubbish look for the front garden wasn't the BEST, but mostly just felt the whole thing was amusing. Things quieted down.

And then, one day last week Tamara and George came home to see this:

Ah the joys of North Sydney living.

The return...

2011-03-12T18:27:00.001-05:00

I've been terrible about blogging- I admit it. In an attempt to return to the blogosphere, Darcy had an idea of posting one photo per week. I thought that was a bloody good idea. So, here we go:

Saturday afternoon off-shore racing

This one is from two weeks ago, but since yesterday afternoon I was doing virtually the same thing, I figure it doesn't matter. Saturday afternoons are now spent sailing on the high seas. Except the seas haven't been particularly high, and I don't do much in terms of sailing the boat. Mostly, I just add weight. Still fun, though.

September in Oz

2010-10-05T06:12:00.001-04:00

Sunset from George's apartment

That was just to make you jealous. Most of september was actually spent in Melbourne. Photos can be found at http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamgh654/sets/72157624974947089/.

Happy Spring/Fall. Got to love the change of seasons whatever they are.

Love, Tamara

Friends!

2010-08-30T22:54:00.000-04:00

ps

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the rest of the photos can be found here:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamgh654/sets/72157624369927881/

i'll update it with more once i've finished my trip.

I think I'm no longer a summer person

2010-07-14T15:31:00.000-04:00

It has been terrific visiting the US. I love being back in the vibrancy of NY, seeing friends and family, hiking and swimming my way through the state of Maine, talking all day in Philly cafes, and having the chance to explore new cities (San Fran, here I come!). Aside from the oppressive heat and humidity, it's been a great trip. When it's 90+ degrees in Northern Maine, you know there's a problem. I have to say, I'm looking forward to no longer sweating like a whore in church (shout out to Jules!), feeling lethargic and heat tired. I'm so so so looking forward to being back in the winter of Sydney.

Thank you all for a great trip to the US. PLEASE come visit in Sydney. I'd love to show you around the city.

and hellooooooooo sydney! I'm looking forward to seeing you again.

ps some photos...

3100 feet up in Baxter State Park

Maggie, Brooke, and I on our hike in Baxter

Di, looking out at the view from Jonathan's apt in NYC

an oldie, but goodie. George and I tying up the dinghy in Sydney.

(actually George is tying it up. I'm probably just watching and being unhelpful.)

photos...

2010-06-30T00:14:00.000-04:00

some somewhat recent photos up on flickr....
http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamgh654/sets/72157624264493673/

pressies...

2010-06-24T20:54:00.000-04:00

Blanket for Alex!!

Alex is 6 months old and the newest member of the Goulston clan. She has the chubbiest cheeks and most gorgeous smile you can imagine. It's so hard being so far away from her and not getting to see her grow up. Lucky for me then that Molly decided to brave a 20 hour plane trip and come to visit.

For the past 6 months, Lucie and I have been working on a project for our newest cousin. Lucie is an artist who works with graphic shapes and she designed an abstract bird pattern for me to knit into a blanket. I did the knitting and then sent it back to Luc who sewed on the border and backing. The result seems to be a hit. Alex, we hope you enjoy it!

In other news, I leave on Sunday for the US. I'm looking forward to 3 weeks of family and friends in NY, Maine, Philly, and San Fran. If you'll be around in any of those locations, let me know. I'd love to see you.

The Super Secret Plottings of the Balderdash Teams

2010-04-28T09:04:00.000-04:00

Some people go to the Hunter Valley to drink wine, eat cheese, and see beautiful scenery. We had more important things to do.

ahhh Balderdash.

Time flies.

2010-04-14T18:10:00.000-04:00

How oh how is it already mid-April??? I seriously feel like it was just December.

So what I have I been up to?

A bit of this...

(easter weekend sailing trip)

A bit of this....

(5 days in Hawaii with Dina and Christine)

and a lot of time in the university library reading about funding infrastructure, urban economics, and environmental law. papers, papers, everywhere.

And in between all that- Denise and James got married and put on the most kick ass wedding weekend ever seen in Sydney (seriously, it was awesome), Passover came and went, providing some good family time and more yummy food than you can imagine (and that's impressive if you know anything about passover food), and I made significant progress in my super secret current knitting project.

Life is good.

The weather here has taken a turn. Autumn is on it's way, and I'm loving it. I was getting mighty sick of being soaked in sweat every time I left the house. If it's sunny again today, I'm off to write a paper in the park and pop in for a last chance swim at the Boy Charlton pool.

Love to you all,

Tamara

slowly but surely...

2010-03-14T23:14:00.000-04:00

...i'm posting my photos from this summer's trips.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamgh654/sets/72157623622214572/
These are photos from my December trip around the state of Victoria (that's the state that Melbourne is in...) with my cousin Lucie. Highlights included meeting a friendly wallaby, getting bogged in the sand and having to literally crawl under the car in order to dig out (and then realizing that all we really had to do was use our mobile phones and call a ranger), and rocking out at Meredith Music Festival. There was also plenty of hiking, camping, and darning of sweaters. It was a great trip.

Enjoy!

Love, Tamara

The Wing Off

2010-03-09T20:05:00.000-05:00

What's that saying? If you can't bring the mountain to Mohammad, you gotta bring Mohammad to the mountain. Or something like that... Well, in Australia they don't have buffalo wings. "What???", you say, "How can this be?" Well, I and some fellow Americans said the same thing. And from there grew the Bourke Street Buffalo Wing and Board Game Belated Birthday Bash- a chance to celebrate a new home, a belated birthday, play some balderdash, and take part in the infamous Wing Off. Who can make the best wings in country that has never heard of Franks hot sauce??

I won't reveal my secret recipe, but it looks something like this:

My wings didn't take home the top prize (even if they were the best), but the party was such a success that I think I'm going to host it on a monthly basis. Before you know it, buffalo wings will be in every household in Australia!

January 28th

2010-02-07T20:26:00.000-05:00

This is Tillie in her favorite spot in the house, looking out the window, keeping tabs on the world. Tillie barked a lot, growled a lot, and scared a lot of my friends. She was also so smart that she could open a lock and jump a 5 foot fence. She loved long walks, only liked to swim in the scummiest, dirtiest water, and was a master at getting all the peanut butter out of the kong toy. She and her friend Oliver used to patrol the neighborhood together. Sometimes they'd pretend to go for a drive in the car, Oliver in the drivers seat, Tillie navigating from the passenger seat. Tillie gave lots and lots of love to the people she loved. No dog could have been more loyal. Tillie, we miss you.

This is a glacier at the top of Avalanche Peak in Arthurs Pass, New Zealand. You can see it after hiking up 1800 meters of the steepest, most difficult walk I have ever done. So. Friggin. Awesome. As was spending the following day relaxing in a waterfall, reading my book, and going swimming. It might just have been the best birthday ever. (Ok I take it back. Maggie and Kai and Leigh decorating my house and putting balloons in the toilet was still and probably will always be the best birthday ever).

This is what I have been up to lately. You?

one more thing

2010-01-14T22:01:00.000-05:00

I forgot to add that if you want to check out Jen's photography, this is her blog.

maine love

2010-01-14T20:22:00.000-05:00

I came home from my travels in Tasmania (more on that later- I LOVED tassie) to find this book waiting for me. It's 60+ pages of photographs taken by Jen of my last 3 years in Maine. It's called "the why you should come home book." That's me and Charlie at the Lake on the cover. Suffice it to say, I've been reminiscing a lot lately. Tons of love to everyone back home. I miss you!

Linda Angel 1958-2009

2009-12-14T06:39:00.000-05:00

I was all set to write a post full of funny anecdotes about the road trip and festival, and then I opened my inbox and found out that Linda died. I'm dealing with waves of gratefulness that she was part of my life and grief that she is no longer. I can't seem to compose anything worth writing. I'm too flooded with memories.

This is Linda.

And because I can't think of her without laughter, here is one of our favorite office videos.
Linda, like no one else, could do an imitation of Eddie Murphy doing an imitation of James Brown in the hot tub.

In life and death, I love you.

happy day

2009-12-06T02:32:00.000-05:00

Provided all goes as planned- January 2nd, this will be new home.

("this" meaning the flat on top of the fish and chips shops in the pic).

As some of you know, I've been in the market for a new flat for the past few weeks. My cousin's girlfriend is moving into the place I'm in now, and they want the place to themselves (which is fair enough), so I've been looking for another option. I was pretty set on a place in Paddington and then at the last minute it fell through. I had met one of the flatmates, it seemed like a sure thing, but then after I met the other flatmate I got the voicemail that they were going with another person. They told me they flipped a coin but I have feeling that flatmate number 2 wasn't my biggest fan. Anyway, it doesn't really matter; the bottom line is- that place was off the table. So today, I went to look at a place in Surry Hills, and by the time I got back home from seeing the place, I had a message on my phone that if I wanted it, it was mine. YAY! It's a 2 bedroom apartment on top of a fish and chips shop (no smell, though). Surry Hills is fantastic- lots of cafes, restaurants, pubs, trees- has all the convenience you want but also feels neighbourhoody. The flat itself has a lot of light and good breezes coming through. It's painted a pretty awful colour and could do with some more stuff on the walls but my flatmate (Jess) seems fine with putting up some of my stuff. My room has no windows but a skylight so it gets good light and fresh air. Provided all goes as planned, I'll be moving in the first week of January.

Anyway, it was a big day as earlier in the morning I swam the Bondi to Bronte Ocean swim race. 2.5 k. It went fairly quickly and I think I made good time (maybe even 45 min?), but there was a moment at the end that I really thought I might die. I was closer into the shore than I thought and I got dumped by an enormous wave and was under the water holding my breath, exhausted, and just waiting for the wave to stop rushing over my head. I wasn't sure I was going to make it. But I did. Only to fall on my ass in front of a good thousand people, as I got out of the water. They make you RUN to the finish line and my legs were still feeling wobbly-- I looked behind me and saw this massive wave coming in. Next thing I knew, I was flat on my ass.

Tomorrow I head on a plane down to Melbourne for 4 days of camping/hiking around the national parks followed by 3 days of music here. Be jealous. It should be awesome.

Have I told you before I love summer in Sydney?? If you don't live here, you should come visit. My place is open anytime.

Love, Tamara

number one thing i love about sydney in summer

2009-11-28T07:15:00.000-05:00

... it's perfectly acceptable to walk around the city barefoot in only your swimmers. no shirt, no shoes, no service-- thing of the past.

AD and back again

2009-11-26T22:45:00.000-05:00

abu dhabi rubbed off on me...

This is me at the Grand Mosque- all 4 billion dollars of it! It was pretty amazing. Will upload my photos to flickr so everyone (except those in the UAE where flickr is blocked) can see.

I'm now back in oz, the turkey is in the oven, cranberry sauce is cooling on the counter, and 16 people are coming for dinner. Happy Thanksgiving/Black Friday everyone!

sigh...

2009-11-24T03:11:00.000-05:00

it's really difficult to use blogger when your toolbar is all in arabic.

on a positive note...

2009-11-21T11:32:00.000-05:00

So on rereading my last post, I realized that it was a bit negative... so (in no particular order) here is a list of the top 5 things that I like about the UAE-

1) the call to prayer. Muslims pray 5 times a day and that means that the call to prayer echoes from the mosques 5 times a day. it's a good thing i like it. what a beautiful ullulating sound. it reminds of the shofar... in the busy day and chaotic world, it's a reminder to stop, take stock, and think.

2) the hospitality. I know I'm spoiled. I'm here as a Westerner, put up by my company in beautiful hotels. Of course, there's good hospitality. But it seems to extend farther than that. Today, after being dropped off by my taxi in the wrong place, in front of the wrong university (the taxi driver didn't know where he was going and didn't speak Arabic or English so I had him drop me off at the one place he knew and then someone else took me from there), the policemen/security guards sitting where I got out hurried to help me get my stuff out of the taxi. They gave up their seat for me, brought me tea, and were unbelievably kind.

3) the desert. I can't say the desert safari was my favorite trip to the desert in the Middle East, but it was a reminder of how beautiful the desert actually is. I was named for the oases in the Negev and so have a special place in my heart for sand and dunes and the peace that exists out there. I'm glad to be near it again.

4) the cultures. The UAE is a truly international country. 90% of the population is from somewhere else! It's an incredible mix of people from all over the world. I think it's fantastic that you can ask everyone you meet- "where are you from?"- and yet, the country still maintains it's own, unique emerati-ness.

5) the food. Not only can you get any type of food from any country in the world here, but the lebanese food that seems to be most common is delicious, cheap, and plentiful. Today, for dinner I had half of a chicken, a plate of rice, a ton of fresh vegetables and olives, flat bread, 2 types of curry, and tea. And this was just me ordering one dish. The food was delicious and only cost me $7.00. I'd also like to point that I don't think you can beat arabic tea or coffee. mmmm

blah blah blah abu dhabi

2009-11-18T03:35:00.000-05:00

I was going to try to update this on a daily basis but I'm actually not sure what to write about. Abu Dhabi seems to be such a city of contradictions that I can't get my head around it. It's kind of like Vegas without the gambling- all luxury and service and money and every hotel/restaurant/attraction trying to one up everyone else and constant construction. Anything that sits for too long is quickly covered by a layer of dust. And the weather is hot and hazy.

But, as with every place, the wealth is only one layer of the city. In the centre of the city are high rises, each apartment housing 3 or 4 families. The streets overflow with parked cars squashed wherever there is room- many of the building were not built with parking lots... Apparently in a few years these buildings will all be demolished and rebuilt as luxury apartments and hotels. Abu Dhabi island is being redesigned as an island of elites. The question remains- if the workers are priced out of the city... who's going to do the work? And who is going to live in all these new apartments being built. Everyone I talk to asks those same questions.

OK... enough of my rambling... what have I been doing? Working, relaxing by the pool, and seeing a bit of the city, mostly. ("they come out at night... mostly..."- that's for anyone who's seen Aliens.) On Monday night, the head of operations at Takatof was heading out to the Emirates Palace Hotel (google it, it's amazing) to do a site visit so he invited me along. There was an exhibition on the Guggenheim opening that night and Takatof had volunteers helping out. I don't think I've ever been around so many rich people in my life. It was a little unsettling. The crown prince (!) of the UAE was even there. The hotel is "7 star" and is built to look like an Arabian palace. It's all marble and gold with pillars and arches and tiles and well, look it up. The exhibition, itself, was pretty amazing- they had shipped over some of the masterpieces from the Guggenheim. Cezanne, Klee, Pollack, etc.

Then my host gave me a driving tour of Abu Dhabi-- past the high walls of the major palaces, through the markets, around the inner city high rises, and of course, by the many, famous malls. The blocks here are super long with little streets in between and little rhyme or reason to the numbers. It's not exactly a pedestrian friendly city so I was grateful for the driving tour. It's really the best way to see things.

And then yesterday, I spent doing work at the hotel and crashed at around 7pm for a 12 hour sleep. I think the jetlag/ exhaustion from flying had finally caught up. This morning I went for a walk along the Corniche (the walking/biking area by the water). I was a little underwhelmed. I was sweating like no other, the water is flat and kinda unexciting and there's so much construction going on that you can't really appreciate the beauty that is there. Or maybe I'm just spoiled from living in Australia. I don't think any beach will ever be able to compete again.

This evening I head out on a desert safari...

I'm finally remembering to bring my camera and take pictures. I'll post them when I get back.

Love, Tamara

travelling tamara travels again!

2009-11-15T09:18:00.000-05:00

Hello All,
Greetings from Abu Dhabi. I think at this point, I can safely announce that I made it without it all disappearing. The flight over on Etihad was a breeze. There was no one in the seat next to me, which meant that (1) I had a window seat to look out over Australia as we flew over the continent (2) I didn't have to climb over anyone to go to the bathroom- the number 1 reason why aisle seats are important on 14 hour flights and (3) if I crunched up my body in exactly the right way I could "stretch" out while I slept. Flying over Australia was definitely the highlight. After spending a semester at uni looking at maps of the Sydney Basin, it was wild to see it all play out below me. The city became suburbs that went on and on, then planned subdivisions and rural areas appeared, and then the undulating Blue Mountains took over. They were incredible- this ongoing wavy field of blue/green bush. And then they ended and the next time I looked out of the window the ground was pink and red and there was nothing. It was insane. I took pictures but forgot to bring the cord to hook my camera up to the computer so can't post them.

The only downside to the flight was that I hadn't gotten my act together to buy snacks for the plane and as even the smell of airplane food makes me want to retch (let alone eating it), I was quite hungry by the time I arrived.

But arrive I did, my bag was already off the carousel and waiting for me, and when I got through customs there was someone there to pick me up and take me to my hotel (I was a little worried that this wasn't going to happen and I was going to need to take a cab with no money on me to a hotel where I knew the name but not the address-- on a side note, i have since found out that there are no addresses in abu dhabi so that wouldn't actually have been a problem), and when I got to the hotel my colleague from work had left me a package of food. I was beyond grateful.

You can see the hotel I'm staying at here. Be jealous. A free robe and a king size bed and I'm sold. Today, consisted of sleeping in, lounging about the hotel, walking to the mall (to get there you turn left by one construction site, pass 3 other constructions site, turn right at the row of villas, walk all the way to the main street, avoid the rubble, and look out for the big tall glassy building, also under construction), and meeting up with work colleagues to start planning the details of the training. I'm also thinking through where I want to go and what I want to see over the next week. I looove work trips. I just wish some of you were here with me!

I'll try to keep the updates fairly frequent while I'm here.

Lots of love,
Tamara

a poem for amelia about waiting for a visa to qatar

2009-11-15T08:24:00.000-05:00

tentatively titled: I'm going to get quite fat if this keeps up...

i'm waiting to hear about visas
in the meantime i'm eating two pizzas
if this takes any longer
i'll look down and ponder
if my waistline can handle some cheese-uhs.

i'm waiting to hear about visas
it's been two months, three days, and a seizure
i'm going quite batty
i think i'll get a new tatty
what else do you do when you're waiting a few and you're quickly
approaching a geezer?

i'm waiting to hear about visas
london's the inside of a freezer
it's cold and it's damp
and i feel like a tramp
and i wish i was heading to tropical bedding and summertime weather at
the drop of a feather instead of here waiting and feeling like hating
the government being a teaser.

or not....

2009-11-10T19:23:00.001-05:00

i think i need to stop telling people i'm going to abu dhabi. every time i say something the trip gets cancelled or postponed. Looks like I'm going on Saturday or Sunday but I won't believe it until I'm on the plane.

abu whatta?

2009-11-10T17:25:00.000-05:00

Source: 4.bp.blogspot.com

with thanks to Trevor for the link

See ya, folks. I'm off to Abu Dhabi for two weeks. My 2 year old cousin Miri think I'm making it up, but in a few hours I'll be on my way. I'm looking forward to meeting my colleagues, working with students, and seeing a new country. AND, I'll hopefully be heading over to Qatar for two days to see my cousin, Amelia, who will (hopefully) be moving there this week. She's got an awesome gig playing music for rich people at a villa on a private island. Yea, that kind of life. (http://www.ameliarobinson.co.uk/home.html)

Today, I hand in my last paper and then the summer will really begin.

Lots of love, Tamara

heartbreak

2009-11-04T20:03:00.000-05:00

I've been inspired by this entry on darcy's blog to write one one of my own.

Yesterday, Maine voted to repeal same sex marriage. Because of the time difference, I didn't have to stay up late to watch the votes trickle in. Instead, I sat at the library trying to write a paper and hitting "refresh" over and over again on the Keep Maine Equality webpage. By late afternoon I had a blasting headache and my heart hurt.

Somehow, for some reason, we think that by empowering others, we have to give up some of our own power. Somehow, for some reason, we think that by extending rights to other people, we lose our own rights. I am sickened by the ways that people feed off of fear and spread hatred in the name of religion.

Darcy posted these three videos, and they're also my favo(u)rites so I thought I'd share them as well. They make me laugh and give me hope that love and commonsense will prevail. Thank you to everyone who worked hard on the No on 1 campaign, who voted with their hearts, and who continue to keep up the fight.

Love, Tamara

"Prop 8 - The Musical" starring Jack Black, John C. Reilly, and many more... from Jack Black

i think i'll be a baker when i grow up!

2009-11-03T06:51:00.001-05:00

from this...

to this....

to this!

Apparently I can bake after all. I love Halloween.

(and a big thank you to Julie and Lucie for helping
with the baking and the party;

you made it all a breeze!)

jacarandas and terraces: spring in sydney

2009-10-25T21:01:00.000-04:00

view from Trumper Park, on a rainy spring day. one of my favorite spots in sydney. especially when the jacarandas are in bloom.

veggies!!

2009-10-23T23:23:00.000-04:00

I think I finally got the photo thing working.... Anyway, here's an update on the garden:

looking good, eh?

I'm not really sure when to pick the zucchini. Any tips?

Love, Tamara

for darcy....

2009-10-20T18:55:00.001-04:00

and for Steph, too. I think you two might be the only ones left reading my blog. Anyway, Darcy asked that I be better at updating because apparently talking to me once a day online isn't enough to really get a feel for my life. hehe.

So here I am sailing on the Harbour...
Actually, not. With the new photo editer, I can't upload photos and write at the same time and it takes forever (like a good 15 minutes) for me to upload photos onto blogger. Steph, do you know any blogger tricks that will allow me to keep writing while the uploader does it's thing?

For now, you'll just have to see my photos on facebook or wait until I upload them to flickr. Sorry.

The story is that last Saturday I decided to do some in-depth experiential research for my paper on Plum Creek and Moosehead Lake, so I took some friends up on the offer of going sailing on the Harbour. Beautiful day + warm weather = perfect research setting. We left from Greenwich, sailed under the Sydney Harbour Bridge, past the Opera House, and over to Watsons Bay for a swim and a bbq. mmmm kangaroo meat mmmm. We got back to Greenwich in time for me to find out that some asshole with no imagination or driving skills had decided that I parked him in and called the cops. In the process he freaked out my cousins whose car I had borrowed and who thought that I had gotten kidnapped and was lying tied up in my apartment while the criminal made up off with the car. All was put right in the end when the cops came, saw the car, and decided that the guy was just an idiot. By the time I got back, my cousins were laughing about the whole thing and the guy was more bitter than ever. Let's just say it was an interesting end to the day.

Today's my last day of uni for the year- although, I still have quite a few assignments to hand in. A big celebration will be in order when this is all over. For now, I'm off to the library.

Love you!!

Tamara

how does your garden grow?

2009-09-24T20:35:00.003-04:00

Despite being neglected for a few days while I was in Melbourne and then barraged by dust and high winds, the garden is hanging on! It's not exactly growing DOWN, the way I think it's supposed to grow, but as long as things aren't dying, I'm happy. (Actually, one plant is dying, but you can't ask for everything...). To the right is the bunny and the little man looking out at approvingly at the garden.

Meanwhile, I'm pushing through a cold (damn you Melbourne!), writing masses of papers, and trying to find time to enjoy the weather. It's been steadily over 75 F for the past few weeks- summer is right around the corner.

Plans for November through March include: Abu Dhabi, music festival and travelling in Victoria, music festival and travelling in Tasmania, trip to New Zealand, scuba diving in the Great Barrier Reef, and potentially a trip to Qatar and Spain. The Spain piece is really up in the air. All in all, a very good summer. I don't have much to complain about, do I? Only really that I miss all of you and wish you were here with me.

Aussie Trips

2009-06-05T01:05:00.003-04:00

Becca and Erica come to visit me in Sydney! Photos are up!

http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamgh654/sets/72157619224060676/

We had two short trips while they were here. In their first week, we went to Gill and Andy's place in Winda Woppa. I felt so lucky to be able to share such a wonderful place with my friends. Winda Woppa is one of my favorite places in Australia. Gill and Andy make their home feel so open and welcoming (even when they're not there!) and it's such an amazing feeling to wake up in the morning, pop on your swimmers, and head across the street for a dip in the ocean. Becca and Erica went bike riding and swimming. I mostly stayed in and worked. Now I understand why writers head out on retreats to get stuff done. It was a wonderful way to work.

Then we were back in Sydney for a few days before we headed out to the Blue Mountains. 1 1/2 hours away from Sydney and you're in a totally new world. I can't believe I had never been out there before. We went on two of the most beautiful hikes I've ever done. After my trip to the US, I'm planning on figuring out how to join conservation volunteers and get some free "working" trips to the area. It was just amazing.

Enjoy the photos, folks.

Lots of love,

Tamara

For those of you not on facebook

2009-05-18T09:43:00.003-04:00

I just finished knitting and blocking this scarf. Thank you Nora Gaughan. I'm so happy with the way it turned out.

More photos and a short update

2009-05-18T00:32:00.005-04:00

Here are more photos from the rest of the weekend with the cousins. It was such a wonderful time to all be together- lots and lots of laughs. I wish we could do it more often. The great goulston first cousin get together is in the works- Molly, Jeff, James, Tali, Gilad, Sam, Ben, Ben, Amelia, Joe, Lucie, May-- you better be there! Tasmania, perhaps?

http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamgh654/sets/72157618298926505/

For once, everything seems to be going well. As most (all?) of you know, I got accepted to graduate school at UNSW. The program starts in the end of July and I'll be studying for a Masters in urban planning. It feels great to have a plan for the next year and a half- to have a set time that I've committed to being in Sydney and (potentially) a set time for when I'll be coming home. I feel more grounded than I have in ages and grateful that I had almost a year to figure out my next steps in life.

My plan is to fit in a trip to the US before grad school starts-- end of June to the middle of July-- Mark your calendars! (I should be buying tickets this week...) Aside from seeing as many of you as possible individually, I think I'm going to try to arrange a night a a bar to all get together. Any suggestions of a good place to meet in the city? Say on a sunday afternoon, close to the Subway, easy to get to from any of the boroughs and Westchester. Half my time will be spent in NY and I'll head up to Maine for the other half.

Sydney is transitioning into winter. The days getting colder and shorter. No more swimming outside. I'm nursing a wicked cold and am missing my collection of sweaters (they're in the back of a closet in my parents house and will be collected on my trip home). Life here is getting easier as I slowly make friends. The constant stream of out of town visitors helps as well. Becca and Erica come on Wednesday- fantastic!

Lots of love,

Tamara

photos!

2009-05-13T06:02:00.002-04:00

http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamgh654/sets/72157618069275052/

more photos up on flickr. Amelia came to visit from London and Joe and Luc came up from Melbourne. We all got together at Anna and Matt's in Bondi for a cousins' afternoon. Lots of laughs!

The day ended with Joe, Lucie, and I carrying a very very heavy couch around the corner from my house. Three days later and my arm has finally (mostly recovered).

I have more photos to come but my internet is slow so will probably be another few weeks before they're uploaded.

love, tamara

socks for dina

2009-04-22T05:00:00.006-04:00

Dina left today. After two weeks of friends coming and going, lots of laughter, loads of laundry, and a long day at the easter show, it's quiet again.
In the meantime, I'm going to finish Dina's socks. This is the one that's done (on Dina's foot, no less). It's pair is half finished and hopefully will be in the mail in a week or so. I've loved making these socks. The pattern is written well, and the yarn I'm using is soft and gorgeous. Knit socks have these fantastic lines to them- where the rows meet and combine by the heel is my favorite part. The sock photo below gives you a better idea of the color.

It's 7:15, I'm hungry, and I'm not wanting to cook dinner. Sound familiar to anyone? I'm off to figure that out, and then maybe catch up on missed episodes of Lost. Internet is now back up and running for anyone that was missing our daily/weekly/monthly skype.

Love you.

These Days

2009-04-01T01:41:00.002-04:00

I figure it's about time for an update.

It's been a fairly low-key past month. Until yesterday the weather has been beautiful (high 70s, low 80s, sunny skies, cool nights) so I've been doing a decent amount of swimming, enjoying the sunshine, and continuing my life doing crosswords and visiting the occasional art exhibit.

This week, however, it's starting to change... As of Monday, I'm working for an NGO in the United Arab Emirates creating a toolkit for university students wanting to start volunteer clubs on their campuses. It's a 3 month contract, and I'm working with my supervisor from my POLF days who also happens to be living in Australia. It should be interesting work. No, I'm not moving. I'll work from home and head out there in the end of April/beginning of May for a week to train student leaders. I'm thrilled about it. The big downside is that I won't be working on a daily basis with other people. I still struggle on a weekly (if not daily) basis with being lonely and missing having my friends around me. Over the next few months, I'm going to have to really challenge myself to get out of the house and have fun when I'm not working. You wouldn't think this would be so difficult, but somehow it is...

On that note, though, I will be having a ton of visitors over the next few months. Next week Dina and 2 of her friends are visiting a few days. Then the four of us head up to the Whitsundays for 2 days of sailing. They'll be coming back through Sydney at the end of April. Amelia comes to visit in the end of April/beginning of May. And then Erica and Becca come visit in the end of May. Visitors make everything more fun.

And then.... I'm planning a month-long trip to NY and Maine for the middle of June/beginning of July. Write it in your diaries, folks.

And then, I'm playing around with the idea of grad school in Sydney, starting in July.

Suffice it to say, the next few months will fly by.

My new years resolution was to have fun. There are so many times here when it doesn't feel like home, when I think that it never will, and I just don't know how to make things better. So I'm trying my hardest to let that go and just enjoy Sydney and Australia for what it is, enjoying it while I'm here, and knowing that I can and probably will come "home" in the next few years.

On that note, I'm meeting a new friend and heading out to the International Horror Movie festival tonight.

Love you all.

Tamara

the sweater

2009-02-23T00:36:00.002-05:00

YAY!

happy dance

2009-02-18T00:07:00.002-05:00

I FINISHED MY SWEATER!!! Drew, remember the sweater I started knitting at your place back in August? Well, it's finally done (except for the buttons), I actually like it, and I think it will stretch out enough when I wash it that it will fit.

Photos to be posted soon.

5 little updates and how they grew

2009-02-17T01:19:00.005-05:00

Steph keeping up with her new years resolution to blog is making me feel a little guilty about being so bad at keeping up with mine. It's the good kind of guilty; it's making me do something about it.

What's been going on in Sydney the past few months, you ask?
1) A lot of swimming. Well, a lot for me. My cousin, Doug, has gotten me into the ocean and swimming across Bondi Beach. I've now done it in no surf, high surf (you've got to roll and breathe with the waves... it's crazy), with millions of people at the beach, at the quiet end of the day, and most recently in an ocean covered in green guck (it was so disconcerting that we quit halfway; Bondi is usually clear as glass). I haven't gone since the shark attack last week (yes, 2 shark attacks in two days. One in the harbor and one at Bondi) but that's because the weather's been shit, not beacuse I'm scared of being eaten. I will get back in the water!

2) Some beach travelling. My cousins have a beautiful house about two hours north on the bay. Weekends there consist of late breakfasts with unlimited mangoes, dashing across the street for a swim, crying from laughing while playing board games, and long walks on the beach. It's quite a life. Thank you Gill and Andy for being so generous with your home!

3) A trip to Melbourne. In the middle of the biggest heatwave ever to hit Melbourne, I decided to visit. For two days, we did nothing but sit and drip. No one had air conditioning, the moisture was completely sucked out of the air (my hat which had stretched out and lost it's shape long before snapped back to it's orginal proportions), and the power kept going out. Let's just say, it was an experience. When the bushfires hit a week later, I truly understood how everything could go up in flames so quickly. Also on this vacation, Lucie, Joe, (cousins) and Sarah (friend) went down the coast for a music festival and then along the Great Ocean Road for some serious beach time. Both were fantastic. The cousins had so much fun hanging out that we're planning a 1st cousins Great Goulston Get Together for 2010. Details to follow. And, I got to catch up with my old POLF friend, Cyndy. It's really a treat to see familiar faces from the States over here. Luc and I drove back up to Sydney together, singing Amelia Robinson songs full pelt, stopping to swim in the Murray on the way, and getting so hot and sweaty (no air con) that we couldn't stop laughing.
A day later, the bush fires hit Victoria. The towns, trees, vineyards, bathroom where I stopped to pee of the first hour and a half of our journey is now gone. It's still hard to grasp the loss.

4) Music festivals!! In one week, Luc, Sarah, and I went to 2 music festivals- one in Victoria (chill island) and one in Sydney (st. jeromes). Fantastic. Spending a day, outside, listening and dancing to good music might be one of my favorite things. If I could make a career out of it, I would. St. Jeromes ended with Architecture in Helsinki and the Hold Steady. Too friggin awesome. If you ever get a chance to see either band live, GO GO GO.

5) Finding my new favorite bakery and cafe in Bondi. Gill heard from someone who heard from someone about this whole in the wall bakery around the corner from me. I checked it out on Sunday. They only sell one type of bread in an enormous loaf, but it's delicous. The same day, I overheard someone talking about a second hand bookstore/cafe in the area. I've been feeling like I kind of burnt my bridges with the coffee shop I'd been going to (bit of story... cross cultural miscommunication... americans do things a little differently... i wasn't trying to be a bitch... etc, etc, etc) so I was looking for someplace new anyway. Suffice it to say, new place is great. If you're ever in Bondi and love books, good coffee, and people, visit Gertrude and Alice.

So that's my overview. I've also been doing some job searching/applying (ugh!), been desperately missing my friends (it's been really tough to meet people here), and fighting to keep my spirits up as the weather has plunged (2 weeks of rain... is summer over??). Photos will go up on flickr soon. Here's one for now:
It's from a few months ago now... me, Lucie, and Grandpa up at the Hawksbury River.

Lots of love,
Tamara

Relaxation

2009-01-03T03:38:00.003-05:00

Well, I've had an amazing past couple weeks. First off, it was off to Cleveland, QLD (outside Brisbane) to meet up with Becca. In a day and half we managed to see downtown Brisbane, attend an Aussie Christmas bbq, visit a bunch of towns on Moreton Bay, and kayak 20 kilometers. After that we went to North Stradbroke Island for 5 days. Total bliss. We met up with my cousins (Anna and Matt and their kids Benny, Joshy, and Miri) and spent every day relaxing on the beach. By the time we left, I had settled into full on summer relaxation mode.

Becca then came back down with me to Sydney where we walked a ton, saw the Sydney NYE fireworks (absolutely incredible, even though we had to wait 7! hours to see them and we didn't even get a primo location!), and went to the beach a bit more.

I've come back to Sydney with a new attitude: it's summer and I'm going to sit back and enjoy it! I'm also thinking of enrolling in a graduate certificate course to teach english as a second language... It's a significant commitment here both in money and in time, but it would be a good thing to have under my belt, and I could continue looking for jobs/volunteering/etc in the meantime. Anyway, we'll see how it pans out.

In the meantime, you can check out my latest pics on flickr: www.flickr.com/photos/tamgh654. Straddie is up there and the fireworks will be soon.

Lots of love everyone. Sending relaxing summer thoughts to those of you in snowy North America.

Tamara

it's summer (again)

2008-12-18T07:02:00.002-05:00

It's almost 11pm, and I'm awake with not much to do so I thought I'd write. The dog (Cody) is sleeping next to me. He's generally ready to go to bed around 9 but won't go to the bedroom unless I'm there. I'm not sure if it's good training or unquestioning devotion but this dog won't leave my eyeshot. When I take him to the dog park, he'll only run if I'm moving too. If I sit down on bench, he'll come over and wander circles around me. After growing up with a dog like Tillie (who used to jump 6 foot fences with her pal Oliver just to escape the backyard), I'm amazed by Cody.

The cats, on the other hand, are a different story. Can I just say that I miss Chicken?! I always knew she was special, but having been my only cat I didn't realize quite how special she was. Pita and Nana (the cats here) are not my favorites... sorry to anyone reading this who knows and loves them. Maybe they're different with you? One of them I rarely see. The other has gotten into the habit of crawling all over me and then headbutting me while purring really loudly. And she doesn't stop until I've pushed her off the bed a couple times. After that, she just stands on the nightstand and purrs into my ear. In the morning, at around 7am (this morning it was actually closer to 6:30), she jumps on me and taps me on the head until I get out of bed and feed her. The dog generally picks up on this and starts jumping on me too. Sigh. I hate to admit that after I feed them, I lock them all outside and go back to bed for another few hours. Good thing it's summer and they all like the outdoors.

The past few days have been hot and humid. I'm still trying to train for ocean swims. There's nothing like swimming in an outdoor Olympic pool under the Sydney Harbor Bridge (North Sydney pool), or looking out at the naval shipyards (Boy Charleton), or amongst the rocks on the side of the beach (Bondi Icebergs.) This is the reason I moved to Sydney: http://travel.nytimes.com/2008/02/24/travel/24sydneypools.html?scp=1&sq=australia%20rock%20pool&st=cse. My goal is to do a 1k Ocean Swim in the beginning of February. I'm still finding it difficult to swim that far in a pool, so I'm a little unsure what of my ability will be to do it in the surf (while also avoiding sharks.) I'll let you know.

The rest of my days here consist of dog walking, drinking coffee, and meeting up with friend's friends. Thank you all who have passed on names and numbers. It's good to feel like I have a bit of a social life again (or at least the potential for one.)

On Sunday I head up to Queensland to see Becca, Brisbane, and the beach.

Happy Hanukkah and Merry Christmas everyone.

Miss you and love you.

Tamara

Some things never change

2008-12-11T03:06:00.003-05:00

There's a cat in my bed and other photos can be found at http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamgh654/sets/72157610972339195/

The Good Life

2008-12-10T17:46:00.002-05:00

Greetings from Rose Bay. As many of you know, I'm house-sitting for the month of December. Actually, I'm really dog and cat-sitting, and the house and car just gets thrown in as extras. The place is gorgeous- you walk through a tall small purple fence, nestled between shops, and walk through a little alley to the back and you get to the house. Perfectly private and still right on a main road. The dog is Cody and the cats are Pita and Nana. All well behaved. Cody is wonderful off leash which makes things easy for me. It is a good reminder, though, of the work it takes to own a dog. For the foreseeable future, I will be sticking to cats. Or to my housemates owning pets (any kind, actually).

The internet is a bit faster here so I will try to take some photos and post them so you can all get a bit more of a feel for life in Sydney.

Time is flying by. I don't do much more than the crossword (quick and cryptic) and the sudoku (i'm hooked thanks to my cousin) and a little bit of work thrown in there, but somehow it's already the middle of December! In less than two weeks, I head off for vacation with the rest of the Sydney Siders. I'm going up to Queensland to see my friend Becca and then we're going to Stradbroke Island to have a beach holiday and meet up with my cousins. That lasts a week before she comes back with me to Sydney for New Years. By the time she leaves, my house-sitting gig will be over and it'll be the second week of January! Anyone know of a house share in Sydney? Preferably starting that second week of Jan? And in the Paddington/Surry Hills area? Or the inner west? No, huh.... Thanks for trying.

It's rainy today, not much like summer. I'm thinking of going to see a movie or taking some time to explore a nearby neighborhood. This part of the city is fairly foreign to me. I seem to get lost every time I walk out the door (I know, that's not unusual for me... but it's at it's height now...). Last night it took me 20 minutes to do a 5 minute drive to pick up Indian food. Sigh. By the time I leave here, I'll finally have gotten it down.

Hope you're all having a good day. Miss you!

Love, Tamara

photos

2008-12-02T17:50:00.002-05:00

Since I haven't posted any photos (or really taken any, actually), I thought I'd provide a link to my cousin Molly's. My second week here (way back in October), Molly and her husband Jeff came to visit. The first half of her photos have tons of me, Molly, Jeff, Grandpa, and Sadhana (my aunt; she's the one who looks a lot like my mother...)
http://picasaweb.google.com/mollyrobinson/Honeymoon?authkey=OX7hNP5LMJs#5269037789933672562

Scroll through... After the Australia ones, there are photos from Molly and Jeff's trip to NZ. There are some beauties of the south island.

Ciao

Me? Cook a Turkey?

2008-12-01T16:17:00.002-05:00

So about my second week here I got this crazy idea that i would cook Thanksgiving dinner for Rob and Ellie and the kids and anyone else that wanted to come. Crazy because my cooking skills venture to the lazy side. I wouldn't say I'm a terrible cook, just not a very adventurous one.

Well, Thursday came, and I still hadn't done any shopping. I had decided on chicken, instead of turkey (because we had one in freezer), plenty of veggies, and stuffing and pumpkin pie. My idea was packaged stuffing and canned pumpkin pie. I had lunch plans already with a cousin in a neighboring suburb. We were supposed to meet at this giant shopping center with a giant parking lot. It took me 30 minutes to find parking! I swear, you would have thought it was thanksgiving here too and everyone was on the hunt for that missing cranberry sauce! On the way home I decided to stop at the supermarket and do my shopping. Again, 15 minutes to find a park and when they got in the store they didn't have a THING I needed. No pumpkin- fresh, canned or frozen (and I wasn't even actually looking for pumpkin because they don't have it here; i was looking for butternut squash which they call pumpkin.) No stuffing of any variety. Nothing. I finally got home and spent an hour doing the crossword, getting up the energy to go to yet another shopping mall. Which I did, at around 4 oclock, after calling the guests (Sadhana and Grandpa) and asking them to come a bit later than I had planned.

When I got to the store and they didn't have any stuffing or frozen/canned pumpkin and no non-dairy creamer (meat meal- wanted a non-dairy desert for the more kosher members of the family), I called Ellie ready to give up. She convinced me to get a fresh pumpkin, dairy ingredients, and forget the instant stuffing (we'd figure it out with the ingredients we had at home). So I did. And I have to say, Ellie and I made a kick-ass meal. The pumpkin pie was a little overcooked but still good (especially with the ice cream and fruit salad that Sadhana and Gpa brought.) The stuffed chicken was delish. Onions and potoatoes and yams all very good. And everyone had a great time. Thanksgiving definitely travels well to other countries... Especially since a few days later (yesterday) I was off swimming in an ocean pool instead of putting snow tires on my cars.

Hope all the rest of you had very happy thanksgivings!

Lots of love,

Tamara

Land of Kangaroos

2008-11-25T23:45:00.003-05:00

Well, Steph was the last of a number of people to tell me I should continue blogging even though my life is not so interesting anymore (and even though I have a slow internet connection, meaning for now... no pictures) So here I am...

In case you were worried, I made it to Australia. Since I don't have stories of national parks and driving driving driving (although I do do a lot of that here), I thought I'd make a list for you.

The hardest things about living in Australia:

- Technology here is EXPENSIVE and SLOW. Seriously, I never knew how good we had it in the US. You're spoiled people. Majorly. I used to complain that it cost 50 cents a minute once you go over your cell phone minutes. Here, it costs me 75 cents a minute (true its in AUD, but still...) to talk and there's NO free night and weekends. Oh, and internet... you can only download a certain amount a month before it either costs you an arm and a leg or it slows down your connection to dial-up speed. Goodbye downloading episodes of The Wire from iTunes.

- I have no job, no place of my own, and no friends, and sometimes it feels like I'm getting nowhere with any of the above. Truth be told, I can get a little homesick. I'm living in the suburbs and am finding it difficult to meet people and make a community for myself. Job searching feels like I'm just sending my resume into a void of nothingness. Now, I know that things are never perfect wherever you are, but sometimes this part of moving really sucks.

The best things about living in Australia:

- Pools and Beaches. Summer is coming, and in Sydney there are plenty of places to enjoy. I have a beautiful swimming pool in my backyard, and if I want to swim laps there are tons of outdoor, salt-water Olympic sized pools. Bliss. Instead of swimming inside a smelly, chlorine filled Y, I get to swim outside! The beaches are terrific. I go to Bondi Beach at least once a week, and while I don't always get to the beach, I love that I can see the ocean from the park where I take my little cousin.

- Having family here makes everything so much easier. I'm living with my cousin Rob, his wife Ellie, and their two kids, Noah and Theo. They are truly the easiest roommates I've ever had. I occasionally babysit, and in return they cook. They are good company and put up with the occasional breakdown. And they're just a small part of the wonderful people here. Everyone has been job-searching, inviting me to do things, employing me (!), finding an apartment for me, and hosting me. I don't know what I would do without them all.

- Exploring a new place. This could probably go under both categories, actually. Sometimes I'm too lazy and too lonely to get out and the idea of exploring is overwhelming; it gets me down even more. But most of the time, it's fun. My cousin Dougie drove me all around the suburbs of Sydney last Sunday so that I could get a feel for where I want to live. I love how Sydney has a particular look and feel that extends everywhere, and yet at the same time each neighborhood is unique. And in December I'm heading up to Brisbane and Stradbroke Island for a beach holiday in Queensland (because my life is so difficult that I already need a holiday! ha!)

- The family history here. A quick story to illustrate... One of the suburbs Dougie and I went to was Elizabeth Bay. We're driving by the harbor, high rise apartment buildings on either side (some people love it bc of the views but this wasn't my favorite suburb), when Dougie pulls over and says "you have to see this." We get out, and there's a beautiful "historic" house in front of us called the Elizabeth Bay House. Turns out that one of our family members (a Michaelis) lived there from around 1910-1926. When my grandmother was little, she and her family would stay there when they visited Sydney. It's really fun to live in a place where my family has such history. Even looking for a place to live... If I decide to live in Glebe, then I'll be living right where my grandfather lived as a young boy.

-Skype. It is particularly Australian, but I would never have used it if I hadn't moved here. I'm hooked. I love the video call, and I even have a skype number (meaning I have a US number that calls my computer here. If you don't have the number and would like, please send me an email). Things like skype make keeping in touch a lot easier.

Hmmm. I think that's all for now. I'll try to update more regularly from now on. That is if people are really still reading?

Lots of love, Tamara

The End?

2008-10-06T08:18:00.003-04:00

So I made it back to Maine.

St. Louis was filled with family and food. It was a much needed 5 days of relaxation; I dug deep into a book and even got some work done. Rachel and Russell and Janice and Mitch kept me entertained. We visited the zoo (penguins and puffins don't look nearly as similar as I had thought they would), spent an afternoon at the city wine festival, watched the Illini game (there were more people in that stadium than live in Portland, Maine), and made it to synagogue for Rosh Hashana. And then on Wednesday afternoon I set off again. This time I had three days of driving ahead of me before getting back to the East Coast. It really felt like the end of my trip.

Night one was spent in Columbus with Laura and Lee (oh those YES Ambassadors; they pop up everywhere.) They managed to convince me of the merits of Ohio, quite an accomplishment considering the unending boredom of HW 70. Their neighborhood in Columbus is filled with small houses and beautiful big trees. Bike paths run along the river and through Ohio State's campus. It was a whirlwind visit filled with learning to juggle and lots of talk on religions and zombies (two very important topics.)

I woke up the next morning, and 5 1/2 hours later I was in Buffalo. Maggie's parents took good care of me. When I woke up the next morning the thought of another 9 hours of driving didn't look so appealing. Apparently, my car agreed; it refused to start up. And no, I hadn't left the lights on. We jumped it. It made the drive beautifully and it is currently sitting in Saturn's service department. Let's all cross our fingers that it was just time for a new battery.

So now I'm back in Maine. The leaves are all turning a brilliant red and yellow and orange. Joel and Kelly had a lovely lovely wedding. And I've already hit up the regular bars and breakfast places. It has been so wonderful to catch up with friends but certainly difficult to know that in a couple days I'm turning around and saying a hard goodbye. I leave Portland on Wednesday to return to NY. On October 20th, I head down under.

If folks are interested, I'll try to update the blog now and then, but my life will certainly be more routine from now on. Let me know what you think.

Oh, and I have more photos posted to flickr. http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamgh654/sets/72157607063780298/

Lots of love,
Tamara

YAY

2008-09-29T10:17:00.001-04:00

So just so you know, whatever bit me up, it wasn't bed bugs. Today is a happy day.

I guess it's possible that one of you out there gave me scabies... Who was it? Fess up...

Comments

2008-09-28T13:03:00.002-04:00

Oh, and I think I changed it so that anyone can comment (even people without a blogger account). A little late, I know...

Making My Way

2008-09-28T13:01:00.001-04:00

Happy Birthday to Mum and to Dina!

Well, I’ve come through the mountains and emerged in the Midwest. Aside from a little altitude sickness (and a lot of itching) the drive into Denver was magnificent. I-70 turned into a small winding highway, as it passed through the mountains. I think I have now been to all the wealthiest skiing locations in the country: Jackson Hole, Tahoe, Park City, and now Vale. Am I missing anything?

Denver was a bigger city than I expected. As you come down through the mountains it stretches out in all directions in front of you. After being in rural areas in the West for so long, it was a little bizarre to see a city with suburbs again. I spent the night at Abby’s apartment. It was great to catch up but that was really the highlight of my time in Colorado.

Most of the rest of the time was spent trying to figure out what had bitten me up in Salt Lake City and trying to make sure whatever it is was out of my car. Scabies? Bedbugs? Fleas? Spiders? None was or is pleasant. I had a bit of a breakdown as I washed all of my clothes, vacuumed out the car, and decluttered. I can’t say that I have happy memories of driving around in circles, lost in Boulder. I’m just praying that anything that possibly hitchhiked with me from Salt Lake is now dead. And I’m happy to report that the itching has since subsided and no more bites have been found… Let’s cross our fingers, shall we, that this is the end of it

Things have been on an upswing since moving on to St. Louis. The drive proved to me that I’m back in the Midwest. From Denver east it was all fields, fields, and more fields. Considering Denver is the mile high city, I was a little confused as to how we dropped down out of the mountains. It wasn’t like I was driving steadily downhill. Instead, everything just flattened out. Maybe it’s just super gradual?

I arrived here just in time to head out to Busch Stadium for the Cardinals game. Pujols got a home run and the cards won in the bottom of the 9th. Yes, I know it doesn’t count anymore, but it was still fun to go to a game. It’s been a relaxing few days with the Shenkers. I’m here through Rosh Hashana and then I start my way back to Maine and NY.

I have to say… after all the mess with the bites, I’m looking forward to being in one place again. It’s certainly been one hell of a ride.

Lots of love,
Tamara

woo hoo

2008-09-23T10:20:00.002-04:00

9/22/08
OK. Utah might just be the coolest state (to visit.)

Despite being completely bitten up by some yet unknown insect, (My arms, neck, and back are covered in little tiny very very itchy bites), I’ve had an amazing couple days. Utah just keeps changing on me. Everywhere I go I see something different.

Zion was lush with high high sandstone cliffs. They were created by 3000 ft high sand dunes millions of years ago. The valley was carved out by what is now (it might be bigger in other seasons…) a small stream called the Virgin River. Parts of the park are lush with green trees, dripping water, and hanging gardens. The cliffs tower above you, casting shadows on each other and the ground.

I woke up early on Sunday for my horse back ride. When I got to the park, I could still see the moon in the sky. There were only 3 of us (including the guide) on the ride, and everyone was quite familiar with horses, so just enjoyed eachothers company and the scenery as we crossed the Virgin River and climbed up through the valley. Lovely to be back on a horse and experience the park that way.

Then I set up camp and headed back out to hike the Narrows. If anyone has a chance to go to Zion, do not miss this hike. The full thing is 16 miles but I only had a few hours so I joined the crowd in taking the easy way out. Tons of people hike the riverside walk, which winds next to the river. Sandstone cliffs tower on either side of you. After a mile, the space between the cliffs gets so narrow that the walk ends. From then on, if you want to continue you have to enter the river. I picked up a walking stick, felt grateful for my chacos (most people were either barefoot or getting their shoes soaked.), and plunged in. It was so much fun. There were people swimming. It was tempting but I had my camera in my bag so I kept on walking. For a while there, I led the pack of a couple german hipsters wearing their vans and chucks in the water. Next time, I’m hiking the whole thing. This time, I probably didn’t even go a mile before my stomach started grumbling, and I realized time was getting way from me.

I camped that night. Hooked up my laptop and watched True Love before I went to sleep (yes, this is how I camp), then woke up early this morning to drive the 5 hours to Arches. The drive took me up over mountains and through the desert. It was incredible. Bizarre rock formations on either side of the highway and into the distance. Everything looked flat but really there were continuous peaks and valleys. (I could tell from the car straining it’s engine and make it’s way up and down the highway.) And then you get off the highway, drive for a while, and there’s a small unassuming sign that says “arches national park.” Well, arches was amazing. You climb high up onto the top of the canyon and there is glowing red rock formations everywhere you look. The mountains are in the distance; in front of them are miles and miles of canyons and desert.

By the time I arrived at arches it was late afternoon so I only had chance to get in one hike. It wasn’t that long a hike (2 milesish each way) but I was so proud of myself because I totally pushed through my fear of heights. For most of the hike, you’re scrambling and walking over slick rock, sometimes with drop offs on either side. There were a couple moments when I paused, thinking I couldn’t go on, but then I sat down, thought about it and plunged through. Totally worth it. I saw three arches, each delicate and different. The views of and through them to the valley and the rock formations and the mountains in the distance were unreal. Not bad. By the end of the hike, rain clouds had swept over the sky and I only made a few more stops before heading to Moab for dinner.

And that was my day. It’s been pretty fantastic. Denver tomorrow.

Love, Tamara

Hello Salt Lake

2008-09-23T10:09:00.004-04:00

Written 9/20/08
I’m writing from a Super 8 Motel in Hurricane (pronounced hurricun), Utah. I was hoping to camp tonight but everything was solidly full so this seemed my only option. Tomorrow morning I have to leave by 6:45am to get to Zion in time to do a half day horse riding trip. I’ll try to camp again tomorrow night.

I’ve spent the past few days in Salt Lake City, visiting Steph and her husband Adam. We spent the first day wandering around down town, visiting the public library (a very cool use of public space. There are shops and galleries and cafes all in the library building.) the geneology library, and temple square, and then up to the Avenues for ice cream. And, I got a crash course in using the moutains to figure out directions. The big mountains are in the East, right Steph? Salt Lake City is a clean well-laid out city. Really nice to visit and the mountains surrounding are pretty amazing.

The next day, we went up to Snowbird to check out the mountain. The leaves were all changing so amongst the rock there were patches of red and orange and yellow. We tried to buy a day pass to go on the tram and alpine slide and zip line but were informed that only the tram was open. Oh well. Up we went. It’s a beautiful view of the mountains and valley from the top…. Except that it was hailing. Not even snowing, just sharp pieces of hail hitting us in the face. We couldn’t stop laughing. We could see the sun shining on the valley down below, while up on the mountain it felt like mid winter.

Later that evening we went up to Park City. Steph had read in the paper that there was a large figure skating competition happening in the Ice Rink. Well, after lots and lots of wrong turns we got there but it wasn’t exactly a major competition. We were expecting Olympians but got local kids. The only other people watching were parents. I was there with Steph and Adam and Kelly (Steph’s sister). We probably weren’t on our best behavior as we each picked our favorite to win and laughed at the poor kids that kept falling over and over again. It was, shall we say, an interesting competition.

Park City is a cute town with lots of shops and restaurants nestled against the ski mountains. Apparently you can ski from the main mountain straight onto Main Street. We got dinner and walked around, checked out a ski movie that wasn’t starting anywhere near on time and then went home to play a few hours of Mexican Train Dominoes (yes, I brought my set with me.)
Today, we woke up and made pancakes for breakfast and I got back on the road. After my last 9 hour drive, this 5 hour one through mountains and valleys seemed short.

Zion National Park tomorrow and then on to Arches. I might stop in at Canyonlands as well. Then Denver for the night before making it to St. Louis in time for Rosh Hashana. The trip is just flying by. It’s been wonderful and still is but I’m looking forward to seeing the east coast again.

Love to you all.
Love, Tamara

Heading East

2008-09-18T11:05:00.000-04:00

Written 9/17

Well it’s been a very full past few days. On Sunday, I met Lizbeth (mum’s friend) in Sonoma and got a peak at what it looks like to live in California wine country. We went to a Kathmandu Festival, full of happy people basking in the sun, listening to music and watching Nepalese dancing. That night I slept at Lizbeth’s house in Santa Rosa. It was a beautiful drive out there with the sun low in the sky and wineries surrounding us.

The next morning I headed out to Tahoe. I got very lost in Napa but made it there by midday. Tahoe was incredible. It was the first place I’ve been that I could see myself living (maybe not forever, but for a year or two? Sure.) The lake is blue and teal like the Caribbean. The Sierra Nevadas are rocky and desert like. Different from any of the other mountains I've seen yet. My first day in Tahoe I did a hike way up into the mountains (it kicked my ass. The book had said it was a “moderate” hike. I hate to imagine what they consider “strenuous”). The trees had this crazy patterned bark, and I could see for ages on both sides into more mountains and lakes. I couldn’t stop taking pictures. Everything was dusty (apparently it hasn’t rained all summer, which is pretty normal for Tahoe. They get almost all their precipitation from the masses of snow in the winter) and I ended up absolutely filthy. I ran most of the way back down the hike and could look behind and see the sand I kicked up still rising into the sky. On Day 2 I did a hike around the south western side of the lake. It probably totaled about 5 miles and it was unreal. I was up on a cliff next to the lake and just followed it around coves and rocks and forest. The weather was perfect and I clambered down some rocks at one point to take a dip.

And of course, it was great to see Jess and Drew. They seem really happy and were wonderful hosts. They have little house about a block away from the lake. After being there for only two days, I understand why they wanted to move back. It seems like a pretty kick ass life out there, especially if you’re a skier.

Today, I left Tahoe and wound my way through the mountains and desert of Nevada. It was my first day in a long time doing that much driving and it hurt. My body was sore from hiking, and sitting in a car all day didn’t help. Every time I got out to use the bathroom, I felt like a creaky old woman. By the time I hit Elko on the Eastern side of Nevada I was ready for the drive to be over. And then I got over the mountains…

I was totally unprepared for the salt flats of Utah. Almost immediately after climbing the last mountain pass, the land opens up. It’s white and flat, and in every direction there are huge mountains in the distance. The beginning of Pirates of the Carribean 3 is filmed here. It is a no man’s land like no other and heart wrenchingly beautiful. I drove through almost 100 miles of salt flats with the sun setting behind the mountains in front and on the side of me. At one point, I drove through a sand storm, with the salt billowing up over me, making it virtually impossible to see (don’t worry; it didn’t last more than a few minutes.) Eventually the great salt lake appeared on one side of me, the water spilling out in all directions. Everything is so white and flat that the lake looks like it almost sits on top of the land. And then I was in Salt Lake city, nestled by mountains and getting lost arriving at Steph and Adams.

And now I’m here. We went out for yummy Italian food for dinner. Tomorrow Steph is getting out of work early and we’ll go explore the city. I think I’ll take a run or something in the morning to try and stretch those sore sore legs of mine.

Wish you could all see this here with me. I’m on my way back to you! (well, most of you). I haven't gotten a chance to post the latest photos to flickr yet, but I will soon.

Love, Tamara

photos

2008-09-15T12:21:00.001-04:00

Oh and all the new photos are up on flickr. (well, all up to san fran)
http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamgh654/sets/72157607063780298/

Balloonin!

2008-09-14T15:08:00.000-04:00

We woke up early the next day and met Kevin (the guy with the balloon) in Willetts. I’m not going to write much about going up other than that I felt like I was Charlie in the Great Glass Elevator. The coolest moment was when all of a sudden I realized that we weren’t on the ground anymore. It was like the ground moves away from you; all of a sudden, you're up! Like in Peter Pan. I thought happy thoughts and up I went. For about an hour we flew over Willetts. It’s a hick town, but the people were nice and they all waved and shouted hello and took photos as we passed over their houses. It was a blast. Afterwards we had a glass of crappy champagne and toasted to ballooning past and present. I'm ready to go again.

We were told we were 4 1/2 hour from San Fran, but I thought there was no way that was true. SF was only 130 miles away. We stopped along the way for lunch and made it there in closer to 2 hours. For the past two nights, Darcy's friends have been putting us up in their gorgeous apartment in Oakland. Yesterday, we walked around SF and I got to see Fisherman's Wharf and the sea lions (coolest thing ever... there are hundreds of them that all come and hang out and bark and crawl and lie all over each other. Apparently they started appearing on these docks after the earthquake. Scientists don't know why.), and the golden gate bridge, and alcatraz, and ghiradelli square. Last night we went out dancing and today I am meeting up with mum's friend in Sonoma. Tomorrow, I head over to Tahoe.

I can't believe that I'm already on my way back east again.

Half way done, it's been amazing. Still miss and love you all.
Tamara

Into California

2008-09-14T15:03:00.000-04:00

The next morning we woke up early and realized we were in a beautiful location. We were on the ocean by a lighthouse and cows and sheep lounged in the valley below. By the time we left the park a couple hours later, however, the mist had covered everything again. It was a grey and cold day to drive into California. We sped through the southern tip of the coast, not able or wanting to see much, until we hit the information center for the Red Woods. The ranger was helpful and told us about a drive through some of the last remaining old growth forest. It was on an old untouched stagecoach road so there weren’t any trailers or RVs driving through (plenty of other people, though.) The drive was well worth it. We entered the park and were passing through trees and I was thinking, “this is nice… I wonder if these are redwoods…” and then all of a sudden we hit them and I just knew it. They are dark with twisting bark that ascends into the sky. I could hear John Steinbeck’s voice in my head saying how the trees silence you. And they do. They are majestic and amazing. We stopped to do a small walk and at the end of it, I overheard this guy say, “Dude. They’re just so immensely big.” I busted out laughing; it was too true.
The rest of the day was spent driving down 101, weaving through forest and making our way south. We were aiming to camp somewhere near the town of Willets. Darcy’s friend’s friend was flying his hot air balloon near Willetts and on a whim, we had decided to ask him if he could take us up. Well, he agreed! We still couldn’t believe it as we tried to decide whether to take route 1 to the coast or camp at the closest state park 50 miles north of the city. We were debating whether we wanted to drive 30 miles through the mountains or 50 miles through towns at 5:30 the next morning. Neither sounded appealing but we decided on the coast. 15 minutes into the drive we realized this was a bad bad idea. Inland, it had been warm and sunny. In the mountains, the cold mist from southern Oregon reappeared. And then my gas light went on. I knew I was low; we were going to stop before we headed onto route 1 but gas there was at 4.89/gallon and that just seemed unreasonable. Well now, my gas light was on and I was winding around and around and up and down mountains using maximum amounts of petrol. I was freaking out, the weather was getting colder, and the road was getting windier and windier with the drop offs increasing. Darcy was trying to assure me that the car would be fine and there’d be gas once we reached the coast miles away. Well, we reached the coast and it was beautiful but completely barren. We were on the side of a large cliff with fields of sheep and a huge ocean and one or two houses dotting the distance. It felt a bit like what I imagine Ireland to look like. Finally, we came to a small small town that had a center store with a gas pump. 5.35/gallon. 5 gallons was 30 bucks. It was insane but worth it for peace of mind. By the time, we got to the only town around, Fort Bragg, we were realizing that there wasn’t a campsite anywhere close by and even if there was it would be freezing cold. The man at the gas station encouraged us to head back over the mountain pass and camp at the KOA site in Willetts. Which we did.

Oregon Coast

2008-09-14T14:50:00.000-04:00

After a little convincing the guys decided to continue on with us to the coast. We hit up Astoria first. It’s a quiet town, filled with movie history. Goonies was filmed there as was kindergarten cop. Walking up to see the goonies’ house, we could hear the sea lions barking up a storm down below.

Maggie had given me a list of things not to miss in Oregon and Canon Beach was first on her list. Goonies was also filmed there (it’s where they come out of the cave) and it’s stunningly beautiful. Long big beach with rocks and boulders emerging from the sea. The clouds were streaming across the sky as we walked part of the length of the beach, dipping our feet into the cold water (which we later learned was filled with dangerous bacteria. Oops.) It was a good introduction to Oregon beaches. They are pretty incredible. We camped that night at a site by the ocean. It was freezing cold but worth it to watch the sun set behind the water. Someone had built a driftwood hut on the beach so we all huddled in that. Hotdogs and corn and potatoes for dinner.

The boys left us the next day and Darcy and I continued down the coast, stopping by the beach to eat our lunch and then at the Yaquima lighthouse to get a tour. We climbed up a hill with gorgeous views of the ocean and then up again into the lighthouse. I had never seen the inside of a lighthouse before. The stream of light is created by hundreds of pieces of glass reflecting a single source of light. The glass at this lighthouse was from the 19th century and just stunningly beautiful. Then back down the hill and to the car and we were off to the Dunes.
At one point we had considered camping at Dunes State Park but our timing was off and it was all for the better: the wind was cold and it didn’t seem appealing to have that blowing around our tent once the sun went down. So instead, we just stopped to do a hike. There is something incredibly fun about running down a sand dune (even if you fall on your face around half way down). The hike went down the dunes, through some brush and trees and over to the beach. There were only a few other people out on the hike and we had the beach to ourselves. Darcy made a sand angel and we just walked around for a bit before making out way back.

Now I’ll backtrack a bit and tell you that this was the day that we realized our camping road trip was going a bit too well. Everything was going right for us. In fact, I hesitate to even type it now because I worry I’ll somehow jinx it for the rest of my trip. Our weather was perfect, our campsites exactly what we were hoping for, it was looking like we were going to go on a hot air balloon ride (yes, you read correctly), and our friends had come out to meet us without need of convincing. Well, Darcy and I had decided that this night we were going to camp but we weren’t going to make a campfire. Instead, we’d drive until latish and then get takeout somewhere. At the beginning of the trip when we talked about doing this, Darcy had mentioned getting take out thai food. The idea had stayed with us but was seeming unlikely as we were in the middle of nowhere in small town Oregon.

After the Dunes, we drove for a while winding our way south towards a possible campsite. We still had about an hour of driving but it didn’t look like we were going to go through any other towns so this was our chance to stop for takeout. We got to the gas station to ask for suggestions and Darcy says, “hey, is there a thai restaurant around here?” The guy looks a little incredulous so I butt in with, “or any other place we can get takeout for dinner?” And next thing I know, he’s saying, “actually, we have one thai place around the corner…” I busted out laughing.
An hour later after driving through a gorgeous sunset, we entered the state park where we’d be camping. The moment we turned the corner fog just fell over everything. We were in the woods and we could see the mist descending into the trees. It was creepy enough and our day had gone so well that we were a little worried we had entered our horror movie. We couldn’t seen anything in the distance but we set up camp in a nice grove of trees. With the wind blowing and the mist descending around us, we filled the tent with blankets and watched Wedding Crashers on the laptop while chowing down on thai food. It actually turned into quite a nice night.

And we're off

2008-09-14T14:44:00.000-04:00

The next morning we shuffled things around in the car and loaded up Darcy’s bags. We were off to Mount St. Helens. Darcy’s friends, Nick and Brian, were going to meet us in Cougar by the southern entrance to the park. We drove back down the I-5 and off into the hills. At the Mount St. Helens Visitors Center we got our first good glimpse of the mountain. The volcano erupted in 1980 so it’s been 26 years. Most of the trees seemed new growth but honestly, I found it hard to tell. Everything was green and beautiful. Then we turned around and continued our way to Cougar. We wound through back roads until we hit a small town. We had found our destination; a sculpture of a cougar (!) stands outside of the local grocery store/gas station. Nick and Brian were already there waiting for us so we loaded up on beer and fire wood for camping that night and continued on to the ape caves, a lava tunnel created when the volcano erupted. Along the way, we passed hunters in full-on camo clothes and painted faces. It was making us a little nervous about camping that night so at the ape caves we asked the ranger whether we’d be safe. “Oh yes,” he says, “as long as you stay at a campsite.” “Great,” says Darcy and turns around. Then she turns back, “hey. What are they hunting?” “Around this time of year?” he answers, “just bear.” Great. Forget the hunters. Now we have to worry about bears.
The ape caves were cold and long and dark. It was interesting at first but we only got half way before we decided to turn around and find our campsite. And of course, I scraped my foot up in the process. (Almost a week later, the scrape has only gotten worse. It’s hard to keep things clean while camping. I’m determined to take care of it from now on…).

We found a free campsite that night. It was called Miller Lake. There were only about 6 sites and it sat on a small clear lake, surrounded by mountains. We built a fire and watched the sun dip down. Next morning it was into the lake for a bath. Yes, it was cold (think Sebago in early June). Yes, we all went in.

Welcome Back

2008-09-14T14:38:00.000-04:00

It’s been a while folks… The past week I’ve been traveling down the west coast with my friend Darcy. Camping every night so internet access was non-existent.

Here’s the play by the play of the past week:

Back to Portland
Last Saturday was Sue and Mark’s wedding. I’ve posted some photos on flickr. The wedding was wonderful- small, only about 60 people, and at a beautiful restaurant that once was the entryway for the Lewis and Clark Exposition back in 18something or other. The only people I really knew at the wedding were Sue and Mark and Tine but everyone made me feel at home and part of the family. People were so excited to meet me and talk to me and hear about what I was doing. It was fantastic. (And of course the wedding was beautiful too, you can see that in the photos probably better than I can explain it.) The weather was perfect and afterwards we all went over to Sue and Mark’s to continue the celebrations. They have a deck with a heating lamp (Mum and Dad, it might be something to look into), and the deck overlooks trees and hills, all the way into Portland. About 50 odd people made it back to Sue and Mark’s and we sat outside all night talking and drinking wine. And that was mostly what we did all weekend. Shmoozed with friends and stayed up late, sitting outside, talking and hanging out. Perfect. Oh, and we went to the Rose Garden, ate yummy sushi, and walking through downtown Portland. All must dos for anyone else visiting the city. By Sunday, my trip was over. It went too quickly. I was off to pick up Darcy in Seattle.

From Portland to Portland

2008-09-05T18:04:00.001-04:00

Well I made it all the way West. I’m in Portland, Oregon, staying with Sue, her future husband (to be married tomorrow) and our old friend, Tine. Sue and Tine were au pairs of mine when I was 5 and 6, respectively. Before last night, Sue and I hadn't seen each other for about 20 years.

The drive out here was long. The beginning was beautiful as I wound through National Forests in Montana and Idaho, driving up and down and around mountain passes. Especially in Montana, I drove slowly trying to take it all in. When I crossed over the border and left the mountains behind, I truly felt sad. I had good reason to, as well, as I soon found out. Eastern Washington state is a barren wasteland. I am sorry if anyone reading this is from there or loves it over there, but your state is brutal. The license plates all have these pretty mountains on it, but the majority of the state is brown and flat and never ending. After driving through it for hours, I got lost in the tri-cities, got help from a very nice lady at the Exxon Station (she even wrote down directions) and three hours later made it into Portland. About an hour or so outside Portland, Oregon blossoms into a green oasis. I got off the highway after Cascade Locks to see Multnomah Falls but really that was my only break. I think the trip was over 9 hours. As I said, it was LONG.

But it’s good to be here. Good to see everyone. I had a lovely time last night meeting Sue’s friends and hanging out talking until late. Today we headed into the city to see the rose gardens. They are incredible. More roses in one spot than I've ever seen. The park is up in the hills; it feels like you're in a tree fort overlooking downtown and Mount Hood. Just gorgeous.

Tonight we go to the rehearsal dinner and tomorrow is the wedding. On Sunday, I meet Darcy in Seattle and we drive down the coast. I've been getting suggestions of things to do right and left. It's going to be a fabulous next couple days.

I haven't done it yet but I will be adding photos to flickr soon. Multnomah Falls, the rose garden, and some more of Montana.

Lots of love, Tamara

photos

2008-09-04T00:13:00.001-04:00

Here's the latest
http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamgh654/sets/72157607063780298/

You'll have to scroll through the old ones to get to the new

Mountains!

2008-09-03T19:32:00.001-04:00

I think when I left off last I was spending the night in Cody Wyoming. Well, I woke up the next day to clear skies and sunshine. It was cold! But I set off on the road and saw what I was missing the night before. The road into Yellowstone from Cody is a scenic highway and it is just gorgeous. There are mountains and ranches and streams all around you as you wind your way towards the park. And then you get into the park. Yellowstone is the most beautiful place I have ever been. I say that with no exaggeration. There was snow on the mountains and even in some patches on the ground. The streams and rivers sparkled. Once I entered the park it was still 27 miles before I hit the nearest visitors center; the ranger at the entrance told me to look out for wildlife and Yellowstone Lake as I drove. Well... I had been driving for maybe 15 minutes when I saw something that looked like an elephant's butt walking down the road ahead of me. It was a bison. Unreal. I kind of felt like I was at the Bronx Zoo but living inside it. Like as if I had jumped the fences...

Yellowstone is a huge park. The ranger pointed out the Grand Canyon of Yellowstone and the Old Faithful area to me on the park and said, "you'll probably only have time to do these things." She was right. In all, I spent about 7 hours in Yellowstone, and I easily could have spent longer. Not only are the mountains and prairies and forests beautiful, but Yellowstone is a center of volcanic activity. Some of you know this, I'm sure, and I sort of did, but not really. There are geisers and hot springs and mudpools and tons of other stuff that I don't remember the name of all in the middle of this incredible scenery. Basically, you'll be driving down the road and see what looks like smoke coming out from between the trees. At first I thought it was a wildfire because there were signs for those all over the place, but it's not. It's steam. So that's what Old Faithful is. It's only one of the crazy number of volcanic pits around the area.

Knock on wood, I've had terrific luck this trip. I hadn't checked when Old Faithful would next be blasting, but I got there with 30 minutes to spare. The geiser is in a big lodge complex and there are tons of people that gather around to watch. I ended up hiking up into the woods to an observation point. There were only a few other people up there (all from the NY metro area, believe it or not) and we had a terrific view. By the time I got down it was 6:00 and I needed to get going.

I had decided to stay in Jackson because a friend of mine had a friend there who could possibly put me up, and she said it was a cool little town. Well, the friend thing fell through, and as I saw the sign that said 79 miles to Jackson I started to regret my motel reservation. For most of my travels 79 miles has felt like nothing because the speed limit is 75. In the park, however, the limit is 45 at most and half the time it's at 30. I had wind my way down through the rest of the park and then into the Grand Tetons before I got to Jackson. Turns out, the drive was thoroughly worth it. Not because of Jackson; I got in late and barely even saw the town. But because the Tetons were amazing. They are tall and spiky and white capped. The sun was setting as I drove through and the mountains glowed. And to top it off, there were elk on the side of the road. My camera was dying so I didn't get a particularly good shot, but I don't think I'll forget the drive.

By the time I got into Jackson, it was after 8pm so i got myself some mexican food for dinner and checked into my particularly crappy (and yet surprisingly expensive) Motel 6. To give you an idea, the floor by the door was wet. I was exhausted, though, so I crashed and woke up early this morning to move on.

Which is how I got to where I am now: sitting on a beautiful bed in a room in the Best Western overlooking Flathead Lake in Montana. I almost didn't come. I was so fed up with driving this morning that I called Robin to check if it was really worth it. She assured me it was so off I went, over mountain passes (my car was no way reaching the 70 mph speed limit; I was lucky if it got to 45 as I ascended the mountains ), through Idaho, and into Montana. The ride was beautiful. Mountains in the distance, ranches and farms in the foreground. At a scenic road stop break, I met some Jews from Yonkers. They daven at Young Israel of Yonkers, know Rabbi Sirner, and have some Jewish friends in Melbourne. Whaddya know?!

I got off the highway in Missoula and wound my way north, turned a corner and all of a sudden the mountains loomed larger. Not too much later I hit Flathead Lake. Picture Sebago but with mountains. It's gorgeous. The sign says "no swimming" but I'm tempted. I think I'll put a foot in at least to see how cold it is. For the same price as that Motel 6 in Jackson, I'm staying in a beautiful hotel with a lovely deck that overlooks the lake. It's nice to have some luxury!

Flickr is being a real pain and won't let me upload any more photos. (I've reached my limit; anyone know how to get around this? Please email advice. Should I pay for a pro account?) I'm finding it amazingly difficult to get photos up on the web...

Lots of love. Miss you all.

Tamara

South Dakota...

2008-09-01T23:07:00.000-04:00

http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamgh654/sets/72157607063780298/
So this is the flickr set. I'll keep adding to it as I travel. And will try to post it again so people remember to check it. It's too hard to keep adding lots of photos to the blog.

It's been an interesting 24 hours. I made it out from the badlands along a southern route, which was just fantastic. For anyone who might make it out that way, venture off the main route and drive out 44. You get see the badlands from a distance. You're driving through ranches and on one side of you, the badlands stretch out like an enormous wall. After spending the day walking and driving through the rocks, it's something quite different to see them as one enormous entity. I was driving, though, so have no photos. Sorry.

The roads I took were badly marked so I spent most of the 1 1/2 hr ride to Porcupine (where the powwow was) thinking I was lost. It's a different world out there. Ranches, ranches, and parkland. Every once and a while there was a house, and at one point traffic (me and one other car) slowed right down because we passed the single grocery store for miles.

I took the left turn into the powwow "parking lot" and realized I was going to be the only tourist around. It was filled with vans and cars parked every which way. I got to the back where there was some free space and was told by some guy that, "they said we could park anywhere it was mowed." So I did. The powwow was filled with locals. Everyone seemed to know eachother. There were stalls selling Indian Tacos, Nachos, icecream, "pop," etc etc. People brought lawnchairs and were sitting around chatting with their neighbors and watching the dancing. The ranger had told me that things would start sometime around 7. I got there a little after that, and the dancing didn't really get going until after 8. I certainly felt awkward at times not knowing anyone but the people watching fantastic. It was great to get to see a little more closely what life is like in SD. At around 9, I decided to make my way back. I get to my car and I'm parked in, so the man who helped me out before moved his car so I could pull out. It was pretty dark at this point and as I pull my car forward, I hear a horse whinney. No shit. All of a sudden, I realized that no only were cars parked in this parking lot, but horses were stabled. On my way up the drive getting out, I passed some kids urging their horses out as well.

I wish I could say the drive home was stress free but that ranger in the badlands misled. Not only was it pitch black, but i (possibly) hit and killed a bunny rabbit (not to mention the myriad of moths that splatted on my windshield), and then immediately after spotted a deer standing at the side of the road. Hitting a deer is one of my biggest fears (after hitting a moose). The ranger had assured me that there weren't many deer in these parts. There were. Not only did I see that one on the road, but I saw two others running through the area where my cabin was located. They were pretty, I guess.

Today, I woke up early to grey skies and set off for Wyoming. It spatterred rain continously and the thermometer read 46 at one point. And of course, the shiny newness of the scenery had worn off. 7 hours in, I was pretty sick of looking at brown ranches. In Montana, I got off the highway and saw real mountains for the first time. This was awesome. I turned the corner, sick of driving, and saw these massive black mountains hidden in the low slung clouds. I admit it, I cried. And I decided it was worth it to go into Yellowstone no matter the weather (at that point, I was actually considering just moving on to northern Montana...)

So now, I'm in Cody Wyoming (to get here I had to go north into Montana and then back south again into Wyoming.) People here were plaid flannel and cowboy hats. For real.

Tomorrow it's off to Yellowstone.

Lots of love everyone.

Tamara

The BL

2008-08-31T18:07:00.000-04:00

Written 8/31/08
Hello from a little cabin in the badlands. I left wall around 10 this morning and drove the 10 miles to the park entrance. From there it's an hour long drive to go through the park. It's pretty incredible here. A lot like the desert. In fact, the two places it reminds me of are the Negev in Israel and Red Rock Canyon in Nevada. There are cacti here and the ground is sandy and rocky. I spent most of the day driving around, feeling like a wuss because I was too scared of heights to walk out onto the rocks. Between the wind and the height (and the people looking) I just couldn't do it. A few miles later, however, I hit a back country hike that was actually down on the ground. I was woefully unprepared in some respects, (it was only after I had hiked in for 15 minutes or so and realized that there was NO one else for miles that I decided the first aid kit or more water would be useful), and I certainly discovered that at the end of the day I'm a city girl, but the hike was incredible. The only other person I saw the whole time was up high on a rock in the distance. The sun was shining (I think it's close to 100 here today), there was a strong breeze, and the clouds streaked across the sky. It was me and the boulders and the rock and... the rattlesnakes. Every time I walked through tall grass I heard rattling. I'm not lying. Forget the Maine rattler; this one's for real. I was proud of myself for doing the hike and thoroughly enjoyed it, but I have to say I was certainly grateful to see cars again when I got back. I can't do alone in the middle of nowhere for too long. It freaks me out.

The loop ends at the ranger station and there I found out that there's a powwow going on tonight not far from here. I'm a little intimidated by the drive home in the pitch black but the ranger assured me I would be ok so I'm going to hit it up.

I have more photos but think that I will upload them on flickr and then post the link.

Lots of love,

Tamara

Moving Along (SD)

2008-08-30T22:23:00.001-04:00

If you can't tell, I have internet access right now, so I'm trying to get all my blogging in about the past few days.

I left Minneapolis around 10am this morning, winding my way down through Minnesota. 169 South is a highway but every 20 miles or so it slows down to a stop to let people on and off. Suffice it to say, it was a slow drive. Three hours later, however, I hit 90w (yes, the same road I've been on since Massachusetts) and entered South Dakota. I had been warned that this was going to be a brutally boring drive, but I was actually blown away.

South Dakota isn't quite flat. It's rolling hills that extend forever in all directions. So far, in fact, that the wind rushes at full force across them. Everywhere I looked there were sunflowers and hay bales and cows. The speed limit was 75 but few were speeding as the wind pushed the car gently to the right (north, i guess?). Every so often, you could hear the wind go under and through the tires; loose wisps of hay spun across the highway and over the car. I certainly felt like I was in the center of the country, no ocean in sight. Dave and Alicia had recommended that I take a break in Chamberlain by the Missouri River. It was well worth it. After seeing nothing but land land land, it was crazy to see this giant river.

Even if I had to contend with this:

Four more hours of driving went by surprisingly fast (good music helps), and next thing I knew there were boulders emerging from the ground. I had hit the badlands. I took sneak peak and will explore them for real tomorrow.

Tonight, I'm in Wall, South Dakota watching Blazing Saddles. Tomorrow night, I'm in a cabin in the park. I think that will round out the experience.

Here's what I call "motel at sunset." Jen, I wish you were here to take photos. Mine just don't do it justice.

Lots of love everyone. I miss you.

Love, Tamara

Minneapolis recap

2008-08-30T21:33:00.001-04:00

Look! It's Minneapolis. When driving from Wisconsin, you go through farms and farms and farms and then all of a sudden you see a skyline! It's not actually Minneapolis. It's St. Paul. But you're close. I had a wonderful couple days in Minneapolis. Drew and Kai and Dave and Alicia showed me a wonderful time.

On Day 1, Kai and I walked around the U and then over to this area:

Apparently, Minneapolis was a big flour mill town. For years and years the mills would overheat and explode. The city would rebuild and then the mills would explode again. Eventually, they figured out a tunnel system to cool the system down but by then it was too late; the mill's heyday was over. What's left is the gold medal flour mill and the area around it. The city left the ruins but built into them a whole glass structural system. I think it's a museum now. The area around the mill is an amazing mix of new and old architecture. And then surrounding everything is a park system of trails and bridges. Minneapolis seems to do somethings right.

Other things, on the other hand, are a little more suspicious.

Yes, it looks cute on first glance. But what exactly are we doing here? Interspecies erotica, perhaps? These little sculptures are in front of the courthouse. I wonder what that implies.

On Day 2, Drew took off work and we drove out to Minnehaha Falls (HA HA). He claims that it's the tallest waterfall east of the rockies. It's not. But it's pretty.

And... the Luce Durham shirt made it for the ride!
Then we drove around the Lake district, stopped at a bowling alley/bar for lunch, and walked over to the Walker Art Institute. Their sculpture and flower garden is free and open to the public. The weather was perfect so we just wandered around for an hour or so.

By the time we were done, I was overheated and exhausted. We stopped at Gang Chen's for two for $5 dollar beers (the price hikes haven't reached the midwest yet...) and then met Kai for a late dinner.

The last treat of the evening was from Kai. He is crashing at a friend's place downtown. This place has roof access. So we finished the night leaning over the rails, watching the fireworks from the Minnesota state fair crash down over St. Paul. I'll end this post the way I began: with the Minneapolis skyline. This time, at night.

2008-08-30T20:09:00.000-04:00

Some photos from Milwaukee.

Books I've read/reading on the road that you should read too:

Salmon of Doubt, by Douglas Addams: HIGHLY recommend this book. It's billed as the lost manuscript of the last hitchhiker book. It's not. Instead, it's a collection of eulogies about Addams and essays that he wrote. Even if you're not a fan of the hitchhiker series, I'd read it. It's a little more accessible to those not into the whole sci fi genre.

Travels with Charly: John Steinbeck takes to the road. I know some of you (well, three of you) own this book. Funny and insightful, it's worth picking up and reading.

Meanwhile, I can't get my photos to work right now so I'm going to log out and log back in later.

Greetings from South Dakota.

Love, Tamara

Moving Along

2008-08-28T11:17:00.000-04:00

Well, I've hit Minneapolis. It was a five hour drive from Milwaukee but harder than I thought. Somehow it's the trips that seem short on paper, that seem long in actuality. I find this when flying to Australia as well; the leg from NY to LA is more difficult than the leg from LA to Sydney.
Rural wisconsin was beautiful. Lots of rolling hills and farms. And there was a crazy rock formation along the side of the highway. I wish I could have gotten a photo. Has anyone else ever seen these? It was a like a huge, overgrown, totem pole. I looked out for some sign explaining what it was or telling me to exit off the highway to see the archaeological dig but there was nothing.

I'm enjoying Minneapolis. Drew and I walked around the city last night. I didn't get too much of a feel for it, but it has enough grit to make me feel at home. Today, I'm catching up with Kai and seeing an old YES Ambassador. On Saturday, it's on to the Badlands.

No photos for you today but will try to have some next time

Love, Tamara

Milwaukee day 2

2008-08-24T20:53:00.000-04:00

Backtracking to Ohio. I'm hoping you can double click on this photo and enlarge it. Farther down the road was a sign, "No walking dogs. Please exercise your dog in the dog exercise area" or something like that. The dog exercise meanwhile had a sign "Dog exercise area. Please keep your dog on leash." I'm not sure walking your dog in a gated area 10 ft by 6ft counts as exercise... The midwest is odd.

In general, driving has been fine. I looked back over my maps and it seems like this last haul from Buffalo to Milwaukee will be my longest. Not bad. I've taken to parking as far away from the buildings in the rest stop area so I can force myself to take at least a small walk... I know, this kind of "exercise" goes into the Tamara and Maggie exercise category (walking around town drinking a slurpie.)

I'm staying with Robin and her husband and kids in Milwaukee. Here's a before of Baby Zoe:

Here is baby Zoe today:

Awfully cute. We spent the day tooling around by the river, the older kids finding tracks through the woods, while Robin and I attempted to push the stroller over roots and through sand. We eventually ditched the stroller and settled down on some rocks, just hanging out. Sydney called it "the best day of her life" and Ben corrected her that the day she was born was the best day of her life. Now we're sitting around watching television. I'm exhausted. Early night for me as tomorrow I have the kids.

I miss you all. Wish you were here travelling with me.

Lots of love,

Tamara

Milwaukee

2008-08-24T00:01:00.000-04:00

Just a heads up that I made it to Milwaukee. Somehow I can't get my computer to connect to the internet so can't share the one photo I took along the way. It's of a "dog exercise area" at a rest stop in Ohio. Quite exciting.

I did get a surprise trip to see my friend Carla (oh, YES Ambassadors) who lives in South Bend, Indiana. And I also learned that NY drivers don't know how to "drive right, pass left." Instead, they drive at 70 mph most of the time in the left lane and then slam on their brakes every time someone switches lanes. It doesn't make for easy use of cruise control.

I'm in Milwaukee with Robin and family until Wednesday. Will try to give a better update if I can get my computer to work.

Lots of love, Tamara