We’re trying to enjoy our last day in Seattle, but I’m not doing as well in my travel guide tasks as I had in the earlier days of the trip. Still we found some sights that were worth seeing. Come along with us!
Confession, at this end of the trip, I would do things differently. There were so many other things I wanted to do. I would have taken more time in the rainforest. I would have given us another day in Victoria. I would have made it out to the San Juan Islands. I would have gotten closer to Mount Rainer and the Cascades. But hindsight is 20/20 and you don’t know until you go!
Our first stop on this, our last day was the aquarium. Aquariums are usually a hit with us, but not this one. It was all about the kids and everything was a bit shabby. Next up was Pike Street Market. Bill was not enchanted and I’ll admit, for the most part, it seemed a little grubby and run down. We don’t do antiquing or thrift stores, so maybe we didn’t know what we were looking at, but we tried.
Perhaps part of the problem is that we entered by some stairway on the back side and ended up in some dreary hallway with dusty old junk. Once we found our way downstairs we saw (and heard) the famous fish sellers and enjoyed the beautiful displays of floral offerings. Bill grabbed lunch in the sandwich shop there. The service was awful and the food was not worth the price.
So far we’d spent a morning visiting what were supposed to be top notch attractions, but we felt a little like the gray weather. We did walk down to the famous original Starbucks. Absolutely nothing special and Bill was not going to stand in the line just to say he had a coffee from there.
We went back to the hotel and Bill took a nap. I started organizing things to go back into the suitcases for the trip home.
Better Luck in the Afternoon
After his nap, Bill and I decided to do a little walking tour close to the hotel. We found Pioneer Square and the sun was shining. We just enjoyed the outdoors a little and Bill asked me what was next. I recommended taking the light rail up to the University stop, so we could see the Fairmont.
Winner, winner, chicken dinner. We finally discovered where all the beautiful people of Seattle hung out. In previous days we hadn’t seen anyone we were impressed with. The Fairmont Olympic Hotel itself was stunning, too. Unfortunately, Bill took the pictures there and once we were home they didn’t meet his standards so he deleted them. Since then, I have put the FOREVER app on his phone and I grab the photos each day so he can’t do that to me anymore.
We loved the people watching there. A future bride was being taken around to the various venues with in the hotel. Beautiful people hung out in the large lobby bar, making fabulous deals, I’m sure. The whole time in Seattle I’d felt overdressed, even though I just had on jeans and boots. At the Fairmont, I was definitely underdressed – and I liked it.
Rounding Out Our Trip
For dinner we went across the street to Redwoods in the Hilton. It was the nicest meal we had in Seattle.
The balance of the trip was the usual routine – packing up and heading out. I lobbied for a taxi, rather than using the light rail, because we were hindered by our bag, Old Red, which had lost a wheel. I even paid for it with my hard-earned memory keeping money. It was a mistake. The taxi was late and so it was a stressful ride to the airport.
The layover in LA was without incident, but the flight home was rough. We didn’t have any specific problems ourselves, but the whole attitude of the Frontier Airlines employees and the way they treated the passengers made us say, “Never again on Frontier, even if we have to pay more.”
And that’s it. My next trip was a girl’s trip to see the Edith Head Exhibit at the Oklahoma City Museum of Art. Come back next week and join us!
What a difference a day makes. Look at those smiles! Bill had been ready to head home, but this day made him glad he stayed. Come along, we’re going to have a great day today.
Getting Ready for Fun
The day before we’d dragged back from Seattle Center sorry to have wasted a day of our vacation. We’d grabbed the nearest light rail and spent the evening watching TV. Not good vacation form.
On Monday, I was in the gym by 6:30 and had my breakfast at the same sad GF-less buffet. We got ready for the day and headed out to the light rail. This time I had us get off so we could ride the monorail again. We hopped off and headed toward MOPOP.
Museum of Pop Culture – MOPOP
This is MOPOP from above, a deconstructed architectural oddity. It used to be called the Experience Music Project and music is a lot of what it’s about, but these days you also experience video games, anime and other forms of entertainment, so they expanded the name.
We went there first because it opened first and wandered around for awhile. Figuring out the building from the interior takes a little doing. Bill likes to touch things, so he had a great time in some of the exhibits, like the one with sound booths. He didn’t know what he was doing, but he was having fun.
Various galleries highlight a variety musical artists and you get to see lots of costumes, instruments and other memorabilia related to the artists. Their selection of artists to highlight did not interest me in the way I hoped they would. Had I seen similar exhibits related to artists I care more about, I would have had a better time of it.
We didn’t take a lot of photos, but Bill did grab this one of me enjoying this sculpture made of guitars donated by some of the top names in music. I’d say the museum is worth a morning and the price of admission. I’m glad I went, but it certainly wasn’t my favorite attraction of the day.
Chihuly Garden & Glass
Now this is what I showed up for. If you haven’t figured it out, I love all things Chihuly and Tacoma had not delivered up enough of him to satisfy me. Not sure anyone could, but Chihuly Garden & Glass was pretty wonderful, perhaps because it had been designed and curated by Chihuly himself. Enjoy the slideshow below to get a taste of why we loved it!
If I were actually in charge of our traveling as Bill pretends I am, then I would have enjoyed lunch at Chihuly Garden & Glass, because there’s a restaurant and wine bar there. I must have mentioned it a dozen times, but Bill never even acknowledged that it registered with him. So, I can’t tell you if the restaurant was worth it or not – but I’d vote YES!
The exhibit itself is beyond wonderful. It just seems to end to soon. You go through several galleries which highlight various forms that Chihuly repeats over and over in his work. Think of all the positive superlatives you know. Yep, that’s almost enough to describe the amazing and beautiful works that inhabit the attraction.
But wait there’s more! It is Chihuly GARDEN & Glass, so once you’ve made your way through the galleries, then you go outside to the gardens. Luckily, the sun came out to play and we got a bright and beautiful look at the displays Chihuly chose to represent himself.
And here are my pages:
The Space Needle
We took a break for lunch, because it wasn’t quite time for us to use our timed ticket for the Needle. We went to the Armory, which was where we’d been the day before. Bill wandered around to find something new, but I enjoyed the Middle Eastern food we’d eaten the day before. I think Bill wished he’d done the same thing.
Then we got in line and rode the elevator to the top of the Space Needle. Left to his own devices, I think Bill would have skipped what he assumed was a tourist trap, but once he was aloft, he was awestruck.
Unfortunately, the weather was not cooperating. We’d appreciated the bright sun which made our visit to the Chihuly Garden so gorgeous and gave us such awesome photos, but as we’d eaten lunch, the Seattle Gloom has descended once again. That’s why the photos of the exterior are so gorgeous, but the photos from inside the Needle are so gray. See what I mean:
Still, regardless of the weather, you’ve got to go to the Space Needle when you’re in Seattle. We loved it.
Back at the Artic Club Hotel
We took the monorail and light rail back to the hotel, where Bill decided to take a nap. I went down to the lobby bar for a glass of wine and suffered the poor service that came with any food and drink we had while there. Such a blight on an otherwise wonderful accommodation.
When I returned to the room, Bill was all napped up and it was time for dinner. A few blocks away, the Marriott Courtyard had a restaurant called The Bistro, so we strolled over there. Nothing to write home about, I assure you. I’d heard Seattle was a foodie paradise, but we didn’t find heaven while we were there.
This was a great day of sightseeing. Coming next week is our last day in Seattle. Come see what we find!
Welcome to Seattle! We’re on our first full day in the city, but it was a Sunday. I had a hard time putting together a day of sightseeing for us. I had a full plate on both Monday & Tuesday, but pulling together our Sunday activities without a car took some doing. Come along and see what you think!
Let’s Start at SAM
One thing that was easy to choose was the Seattle Art Museum, but working out of an old tour guide, I thought it was going to be free, which it wasn’t. The things you want to see that are free, get a pass. They only have to be slightly good to justify your presence. If you pay, then your expectations go up. For free, SAM would have been fine. That we had to pay made us love it less.
We had no trouble getting there. We walked across the street to the light rail station, caught the next car going north and hopped off after a couple of stops. Then it was about a block to the museum.
They’ve got something going on logistically. Yes, my guide book was outdated, but the entrance they promised was closed up and it looked empty. Will it stay that way? No one seemed to know. We continued up the block and found the new entrance. That’s when we found out just how outdated my guidebook was. You should have seen the look I got when I mentioned it was going to be free!
The ground floor didn’t seem to have much in the way of exhibits going on, mostly the reception area, restrooms and such. So, we went up to the next floor and started wandering around. Initially, we didn’t connect with what they were showing. We’d stand before a painting or sculpture for a bit, look at each other, shrug our shoulders and then move on to the next thing.
Bill was fascinated enough by the sculpture above that he took the photo and then took one of the tag, but it’s the only item that inspired that reaction out of the whole museum. I’d say that was a fail.
The Peter Principle in the Porcelain Gallery
I was initially wowed when I walked into the porcelain collection. I mean that’s my jam and the pieces were gorgeously displayed, but you were only supposed to want to look at them, I guess, because logistically it was a mess.
I adore all decorative art, but especially porcelain. I can spend hours wandering from case to case, comparing one piece to the next, trying to guess the manufacturers and then recalling what I have seen from that maker before. Someone had the magnificent idea of putting everything in a database and giving the museum goers access to the database from a wall-sized screen. Talk about a fail. Technology proved the Peter Principle!
You’d see something you wanted to know more about. In the good old days, you’d read the tag next to it or in the case with it. At SAM, you’d have to go over to the huge screen, scroll through the database until you got to the case you’d been looking at and then figure out, from across the room, which piece in the case you were trying to research. I found myself walking over to the screen, looking through the database, getting to the case I wanted and then trying to remember exactly why I was over there in the first place.
I’d stroll back to the eyeball everything again. Remind myself of the actual item and go back to the screen, which by then had cleared itself, so I’d have to start again. That was when all I wanted to do was know the manufacturer. If in my perusal I wanted to compare Piece A in Case 3 with Piece H in case 6, well it was just too complicated and took too much time. Within 15 minutes I moved on. Big, big, big disappointment.
On to Seattle Center!
We tried at SAM. We even tried a tour with a curator and visited a Calder exhibit. All too soon for our $27.99 senior price of admission we were back out on the street.
What was more fun was getting on the monorail and heading to Seattle Center. We’d be going back there the next day, but the Pacific Science Center would be closed, and all the guide books said I should want to go there.
Our first stop, once we reached Seattle Center, was The Armory. It’s an events center with a food court. We found a pretty fabulous vendor of Middle Eastern food, which served us what was perhaps our best meal in Seattle!
The Pacific Science Center
It had been damp, dark and dreary all day – very Seattle weather. By the time we headed to the Science Center, we were beginning to feel as if our skin was puckering. Our first conundrum was how to get in. There was a sort of fountain/pool area which the center had been built around, but no obvious place to enter.
The attraction was free and we opted to also get tickets to a show in the planetarium. Good thing, because it was the only thing worth our time. Not the best audio/visual/laserlight show we’d ever seen, but better than everything else in the Center as far as we were concerned.
The description and reviews for the attraction set it up for failure. If they would have said, “This is a children’s science museum,” I would not have bothered to enjoy the free admission. We would have headed to Pioneer Square or Pike Street Market or the Sculpture Garden along the waterfront – something, anything – instead of the sounds and smells of damp children.
We didn’t have anything else scheduled for the day, so we really tried to enjoy it, but we just didn’t. We headed for the hotel and thought we might regroup and head out again, but it didn’t happen. We rifled through the snacks we had on hand and watched TV. Bill wished we’d headed on home when we were at the airport the day before. I assured him that by that time the next day he’d be glad we didn’t.
I count the day as a bust. I wished I’d invested the day in the rainforest, but you can’t know everything until you actually do it. I understood Bill’s frustration. We’d spent a boring day in the car on Saturday and then a boring day in Seattle on Sunday. Who wouldn’t want to go home. Here’s the page I made for my photo albums:
If you’ll come back next week, I promise I’ll show you a better time!
MAKING MEMORIES: TALE OF TWO FERRIES, AN AIRPORT AND A TRAIN
Welcome to the back half of our Washington State vacation. We were about to close our big circle of Western WA State: SeaTac, Snoqualmie, Tacoma, Olympia, Olympic National Park and Victoria B.C. We’ll take two ferries and a train before we can go to sleep. Come along!
Two Ferries
The first ferry was right across the street from our hotel and we were supposed to be there at 9 AM. Then they made us wait for 90 minutes. This was the sort of thing that had caused Bill to put off getting on the ferry on the Port Angeles side until the very last minute, but it was an unavoidable delay. They needed to get everyone inside the fence and through customs before we could drive aboard the ferry. It was not fun.
From Port Angeles we turned left and headed towards Seattle. Though some travel books touted this area as a wonderful place to visit, we didn’t see much wonderful as we drove along the main road to the Bainbridge Ferry. It took longer than we had anticipated, so we rolled into the boarding area moments before the 3:30 cutoff. And then we waited, because the ferry was running late.
No adventures, yet, but I was feeling quite clever. I’d purchased Orca Cards for getting around Seattle and as seniors, that made it free for us to travel on the ferry. We had to pay for the car, but being a senior citizen has its perks.
The Artic Club Hotel
Praises to the Black Ball Ferry Line, our hotel in Seattle was one I paid for with them and got a significant discount. The hotel is a doozy. When Seattle was a stopping off point for the Klondike, gentlemen who returned rich could join the Artic Club, a magnificent building on Cherry Street, around the corner from Pioneer Square. What made it particularly attractive to us, was the light rail station across the street.
We’d chosen it for location, location, location, but it was a stunning edifice. A small reception area with a bell hop station fronted the generous lobby where rich gold miners once held court. Close observation reveals many ties to its days honoring the bounty of the Klondike – like the walrus staircase.
Our arrival and initial visit was brief. We got our keys, unloaded our rental car and headed back to the airport, but it was hard to leave the large, well-appointed room we’d be staying in.
The Transportation Game Plan
So, our goal was to return the car to the rental company at SeaTac, take the light rail train to the Cherry Street Station and then walk across the street to our hotel. Everything went well until we were a few stops away from Cherry Street and suddenly we were inundated with a raucous crowd. They’d just left a sporting event and to say they were rowdy would have been an understatement. We couldn’t hear the announcements of the stops and soon realized we’d traveled too far.
So, we got off at the next station, made our way to the other side of the tracks and caught the next train heading back to Cherry Street. We were tired and hungry so this didn’t feel like an adventure. It was more like torture by transportation.
Safely returned to our hotel, we decided to have a light supper there at the hotel, in spite of the fact that it was a bit pricey. We discovered it was worse than pricey, it was also sub-par. Initially, I was ready to give them a break. A crowd had just left the lobby bar for a concert in the auditorium of the hotel, reportedly a grand souvenir left over from the hotel’s days as the Artic Club. The previous patrons had left quite a mess and it seemed as if the wait staff might have gone to the concert with the patrons.
Once a waitperson did arrive, it became obvious the chef had definitely departed. It took forever to get our food and it wasn’t exactly gourmet. The server seemed to resent the fact we’d shown up at all and certainly didn’t think we deserved anything more than poor service. I assumed it had to do with the concern crowd.
However, as our stay continued things didn’t get any better. There was a free breakfast in a venue downstairs. The food was adequate. The service was not. The service was also bad the afternoon I went down to have a glass of wine while Bill took a nap. So, the Saturday concert crowd aftermath was not an unfortunate fluke. The Artic Club Hotel just needs a new Food & Beverages Manager!
Poor food & beverage service aside, we loved staying there for four nights and we absolutely loved our room. It was so large it felt more like an apartment, especially the generous bathroom. Come back next week and let’s see Seattle.
Come along for a tour of the Parliament Building in Victoria British Columbia. Washington State was so close I couldn’t mis the chance on the day before to see Butchart Gardens. Today we’re taking some of the rest of the city. I hope you enjoy it as much as we did.
Starting the Day Off Easy
Traveling is hard and every once and a while you need to take a break from it. I had carved out this morning for a little R&R before hitting the trail again. The extensive spa in the hotel allowed us to swim, steam and sauna. Then we hit the road, having lunch at a small Mexican cafe at Fisherman’s Wharf and then driving Dallas Road. First, because we’re Dallasites and then because it was another oceanside drive, very different from the busy Harbor area and Fisherman’s Wharf where we’d just had lunch.
The Parliament Building
Free guided tours of the building are offered during the summer, but the schedule had not been published by the time we left Dallas, so we arrived at the building after our lunch and driving tour, not knowing whether we’d have a guide or would be showing ourself around. We picked up this brochure, but we got lucky enough to show up at the right time for a guided tour.
The tour of the harbor’s highlight starts in the beautiful rotunda, where a canoe holds the place of honor. An early Governor said, “We’re all in the same canoe,” and it became a tagline for the government of the province.
The building is graced with some finely worked stained glass windows and other elegant adornments. The Parliament was not in session, so we got a look at their meeting space. The Hall of Honor, where Bill took a picture of me, is where new citizens are sworn in and other ceremonies of merit take place. I just had the honor of being a visitor.
Royal BC Museum
This museum is huge, but we didn’t have much day left or much interest in tackling the galleries of the building. We told ourselves we’d come back some day and instead watched an IMAX feature called Cities of the Future. Entertaining, but not remarkable.
An Evening Around the Harbor
We lucked into a restaurant called Wind Cries Mary. It was quite the hot spot and we were fortunate they made space for us. I haven’t got much praise to offer for the service, but our meal was delicious, if a little avant garde.
As we strolled back to our hotel, Bill took several of the evening photos you see above. As for me, I couldn’t resist snapping a shot of this t-shirt. I don’t wear t-shirts much and neither does my bestie, but since she’s a cat lady, I had to send her this photo.
And so ended our time in Victoria B.C. We’d be up early the next morning to catch the ferry. This time I had no trouble getting Bill there on time. Come back next week for what might be considered a repositioning cruise, if we’d been on a boat rather than in a rental car.
MEMORY KEEPING: Castles, Culture and Canadian Charm
There was still a lot of day left after we left Butchart Gardens and grabbed a late lunch. I had a long list of things I wanted to see, so we started knocking them off the list. Come along and enjoy the afternoon with us.
The Art Gallery of Greater Victoria
Thursday evenings are free at the Art Gallery of Greater Victoria, so since it was a Thursday, this venue was high on my wish list. Only we got there before the free started, so Bill wanted to go back to the hotel for his afternoon coffee break. This was not on my list, but after his fussy morning at the garden, I thought maybe some coffee and a quick nap would help his attitude.
It did and when we went back to the Gallery, we found it quite interesting. Its galleries are a mixed bag of art for sale, permanent collection, special exhibitions and classes. The backyard is some kind of temple. It’s a really mixed bag, but who can argue with free, right?
Government House Gardens
Government House is the Official Victoria Residence of the Governor of British Columbia. You don’t actually visit the interior of the Residence without some kind of official invitation, but the Garden is open for viewing by the general public pretty much all the time.
Huge gates with the official seal were wide open for our visit. It was a lovely experience. The house itself, though stately, wasn’t my cup of tea, but the gardens around it are spectacular.
We first wandered off to the right where there was sort of a natural garden. It was certainly well tended, but instead of the trimmed boxwoods and fountains you might think of with an official residence, the gardens were more like what you might find behind a garden gate in the Cotswold.
Behind the Residence the ground fell away to a valley and great rock walled terraces filled with greenery took up the back side of the house. That’s where we ran into a really nice lady who was out walking her very large cat. In fact, it was the largest domestic cat I think we’d ever seen. It was a long haired tabby, like Bill’s Mesh Mesh had been, and when she let him hold the feline, I wondered if he was actually going to give it back to the nice lady or would cut and run. He did finally return the beloved pet, but remembers holding it as one of the highlights of the trip.
As we came around the other side of the house, we found row after row of irises. Irises are one of my favorite flowers, but no one loves irises as much as my best friend, so I had to take lots of photos for her. I texted them to her to let her know she was on my mind.
In front of the Residence was a large water feature with many unique rock formations. It’s amazing they allow the general public to just come hang out, but it was a marvelous experience.
Craigdarroch Castle
Thrilled we’d seen both the Gallery and the Residence, I was quite satisfied, but then I realized Craigdarroch Castle was nearby. It was so late we couldn’t get a tour, but we were able to wander around outside. On the front lawn folks were gathering for the performance of a Shakespeare play and we stayed for the opening speeches.
There’s a mistake on the photo book page above. We did enjoy a meal at Wind Cries Mary, but it was the next day, not this one. I worked on my photo album during an online crop and was so intent on earning badges and completing challenges that I didn’t do any fact checking. I keep a detailed journal of all my trips, but I’d taken the trip just a couple of months before and thought I remembered everything the way it happened. Obviously, I didn’t! In reality, my fast food loving husband had gone to Wendy’s for breakfast. Then we’d had a late lunch at Red Robin. After the castle he stopped back by Wendy’s for a light supper.
So, next week, we’ll be visiting the Parliament Building, going to Fisherman’s Wharf and having dinner at Wind Cries Mary. Come back and go with us.
Motivating me usually takes more than one nudge. I was sorting my blog archive over in my FOREVER account earlier this week. I was happily reminded of days gone by, when blogging and traditional scrapbooking were my primary pastimes and I churned out three blogs a week. The golden days of my blogging!
A lot has happened in my life since then. I figured out that I was not going to become the next great novelist of our decade, we moved away from Dallas to a small rural community called Heath, my husband decided he was going to start hanging out at home on Sundays rather than run around with meand my bestie took up ballroom dancing which replaced our Saturday adventures. That wasn’t all. Mr. Bill & I started a real estate photography, video & drone business that ate up our lives for 8-9 years. Then I started a Memory Keeping businessand that passion has replaced the others for the most part.
So, back to my blog archive. As I read through my blogs, so I’d know how to tag them, I was reminded of my bestie, who loves my travel posts, and she had mentioned she missed reading what I had to say about local things. I thought if she did, others might feel the same way, so I considered blogging a little more frequently and writing about local things.
Locally this week, we’ve been iced in. The Metroplex doesn’t know what to do with cold, freezing weather when it comes with precipitation.Mr. Bill had a birthday on Tuesday, but everything was pretty much closed and even if it wasn’t, getting there put your life at risk.Last night there was a break in the cold and we went to celebrate his birthday. Come along!There will be no AI used in the writing of my blogs. I will use my usual wandering method of storytelling!
WHY THE SILVER FOX?
Remember what I said about having a real estate photography business. In that endeavor we made many good real estate friends and one of them still sends us monthly coupons for Dallas entertainment and dining. Most of the coupons go into the trash, but when we received one for The Silver Fox, it jogged a memory. My hair stylist had mentioned a dinner at Silver Fox once – said the food was good, but complained about the price. That didn’t recommend the restaurant to me, since my fella is very price sensitive. But if it was his birthday and we had a coupon – well maybe.
Then came the ice storm, which put all our plans on hold and in the meantime, I found a $25 gift certificate I won at a Newcomers Luncheon. So, when the ice melted enough for us to make some reservations, I did so, knowing I was shaving $50 off the top.
A LATE START
If you know Bill, you won’t be surprised we were about 15 minutes late leaving the house. I’ve gotten wiser over the years. Instead of fretting, I called the the restaurant and let them know we’d be there by 7:15, rather than 7.
When we arrived, we were asked to wait a few moments while they sat up the table. That was fair and it gave us time to look around. The decor was dated. The ceiling was acoustical tile, the walls were beat up paneling and the painting in the foyer looked as if it had been purchased at one of those Starving Artist Shows, you know the ones that sold cheap oils in hotel ballrooms. But it was the wine cellar that gave us the biggest clue, that no matter how much it cost, this was not going to be the fine dining experience we’d hoped for! Their wine cellar looked like a utility closet with a wall of wine storage. They didn’t have any mops in there, but there were opened wine boxes and a counter had miscellaneous stuff just laying around on it. They should invest in a curtain TODAY and put it up before the evening rush.
To punish us for being late, they seated us in their overflow room, the place where people have meetings to sell financial planning and cemetery plots to their potential clients. We must have been right at the end of the rush, because only one other couple was sent to detention hall with us. We were determined to have a good time, so we laughed when we had to play musical chairs to find a pair that would actually hold us up throughout the meal. Then we were overwhelmed by the BACKGROUND music which was hindering our conversation.
We’d already decided the Silver Fox did not deserve our respect, so Bill went over and turned down the irritating jazz music, which they probably thought was sophisticated. Our friends were right about the prices. The cheapest steak, a la carte, was about $50. Reading through the menu we found a “Dinner for Two” deal that gave us a small steak, some mashed potatoes and a side to share. We opted for asparagus and waited for our drinks to be served.
NO FOOD YET, BUT DEFINATELY AN OPINION!
I laughed when the server removed the wine glasses which had been on the table. Bill was getting a beer and I ordered a glass of white wine. This little thing, which virtually all restaurants do, is a bit of snobbery that gets under my skin – as if their glasses were to exotic for the house wine. I think that says more about their choice of house wines than it does about me as a patron. So there!
And when the wine was served – which took entirely too long – I swear it was cheap Chardonnay, not the Sauvignon Blanc I had ordered. I’m sure the bartender didn’t have a bottle open and figured I wouldn’t know the difference. (BTW Silver Fox, Costco has a great twist-top Sauvignon Blanc. You should try it.) Yes, I did know the difference, but I wasn’t going to argue with anyone about it. We were already done with any hopes for saving the evening, so were weren’t going to waste our time.
Eventually, the waitress arrived with our dinners – a hunk of meat and a blob of mashed potatoes standing alone like sentinels at the gate of an abandoned fort. The asparagus, of which there was a generous serving, came on another plate, but they were very chintzy with the sauce. Perhaps as a gluten free eater I wouldn’t be having any, but there was barely enough for anyone.
I have to be honest. The steak was delicious, as were the side dishes, but it was too little too late. If we’re paying $150, before tip to a restaurant, then we expect a little more and for this special occasion, we wished we’d just gone to the Texas Restaurant, which is in the same center, and where we’ve had much better experiences.
TIME FOR THE BILL
So, I drug the coupon and gift card out of my purse. The gift card was still in the package and when I opened it, I realized it required activation before use. REALLY? I hate some of the things the internet has done to us. I went with those machinations, but wasn’t hurried. Service was slow and the only ones around were the couple stuck with us in detention hall.
The bill arrived and Bill offered our various forms of payment. I could tell from the get go the waitress was flustered by it and when she returned we found out why. Whoever they are using for credit card processing has some trick that leaves $5 on the card. It was obvious the waitress didn’t want to deal with it and hoped we’d just put the card back in our pocket and use it somewhere else. We’d had a rough evening of it and we didn’t want to hassle of remembering to use that other $5. So Bill asked for the manager, who explained we could use the $5 towards the tip, which was fine with us. He apologized for the waitress’ inability to communicate that. There was a tip, but not our most generous. This had not been an evening to inspire largesse.
OH YES, THE ICE STORM
On the way home we shared a few laughs about our evening and then compared it to evenings we had enjoyed more thoroughly. At home, Bill headed up the driveway and discovered our slush had frozen to a solid sheet of ice and he couldn’t gain enough traction to get into the garage. On his side of the car there was no ice, but I faced a slippery slope in high heels. He gallantly retrieved my galoshes and in them, with his help, I made a safe reentry to our home, to be greeted by our cat who was certain he’d been abandoned to starve on his own.
MORE LOCAL REVIEWS IN THE FUTURE?
Yes I’ve resolved to be more attentive to my blog to include cultural and entertainment experiences from the Metroplex. In the coming week, I’ll be eating at Toulouse, visiting the DMA and attending a Titas Flamenco Performance. I do have a life, even if it’s not as active as it was in my Dallas days.
The travel blogs will continue. In fact, a good number are already written and scheduled: a few more for Washington State, a girl’s trip to OKC, a short visit to Phoenix, a trip to the Florida Panhandle are all awaiting your reading pleasure. What’s not written but coming after that are a weekend in Tulsa and a cruise to Greece and Turkey. Stay tuned!!
Welcome! I’m glad you’re here! Today we’re going to visit one of my mom’s favorite gardens. She always wanted me to see it, but I never got there while she was alive. Still she seemed to be there and share every step I took. Come see what Mom loved.
Starting the Day at Hotel Grand Pacific
By 6:30 AM I was at the gym and unlike many hotel gyms I was not alone. The spa at Hotel Grand Pacific has members from the community and the gym was hopping. They had two rowing machines and both of them had little old men on them, working away. I got on a stationary bike instead and watched like a hawk. In 10 minutes they were gone and I put my time in.
Afterwards I found quiet things to do in the room, but at 8:30 I was hungry and opened a nut bar to break my fast. The rattling cellophane also woke up Mr. Bill, who got out of bed on the wrong foot. He never quite managed get back to his best self. He went to one of the most beautiful gardens in the world and managed to be grumpy the whole time, because the crowds were too large for him to get good photos.
Frustrations in the Garden
So far on this vacation we’d seemed to live charmed lives. Everything had fallen into place like magic, but on the day I wanted to have the most magic, it seemed to abandon us. Many things went well. We found the garden easily and had no trouble parking. Our Black Ball vouchers got us in without a hassle and I will never forget the moment I snapped the photo of the big sign in the entry area. I wanted to shout, “Hey Mom! I’m here!”
Like cattle in a herd, we made our way past the statue of the boar and turned right into the Sunken Garden. What a gorgeous, gorgeous place. Yes, we weren’t exactly alone, but as you can see in the photo above, we also weren’t exactly marching shoulder to shoulder either – which is entirely possible later in the summer. So, I was surprised when, on the way to another garden area Bill shared his displeasure at having people in his photos. I confess, I was not very sympathetic and to tell the truth, I resented him inserting his displeasure into my enjoyment of the garden.
But that wasn’t the worst of it. I’ve shared before how critical the possession of a map is to my happiness when traveling. Strolling with the crowd past the boar I had somehow missed the kiosk with the maps. Exiting the the Sunken Garden area there was a signpost with a map and I decided to take a picture of it in lieu of a paper map, but there was a pretty good sized crowd around it. I patiently waited for my turn and stepped up to take the picture, but behind me, someone else wasn’t quite as patient. I was given a pretty rough shove.
From there we obediently followed the crowd to the Carousel and Totem Poles. About this time Bill shares his displeasure with the gardens. As I tried to shrug off his negativity I realized I didn’t have everything with me that I came in with. What was missing was my cape. My very favorite black cape that I wear constantly during the winter and goes with me on almost all of my vacations. This was not a minor distraction. This was enough to ruin any day. I told Bill what was up and ran off to back track my steps.
By the time I made it to the Sunken Garden I was frantic. I was fighting back tears. I wondered how a day I had looked forward to for so long could go so wrong. Then finally, I saw it, not far from the signpost. Someone had kindly laid it across one of the chains protecting a grassy area. I remember the rough shove at the sign post and cursed the impatient tourist who had almost permanently separated me from one of my favorite possessions.
Recovering My Resilience
I was on an emotional roller coaster. Keeping Mr. Bill happy is job one with me, so I was dismayed at his consternation. “Guess what my least favorite attraction has been so far?” he’d asked. How could he be unhappy in such a gorgeous place? And now, here I was adrenalin and anger pumping through my veins. I took a deep breath and took a moment to pray. I wasn’t having my joy stolen by a few frustrations. Mr. Bill was is a big boy. While few things bring me as much pleasure as pleasing him, I am not solely responsible for his attitude. And while I’d been very upset to lose my cape, I now had it back in my possession. So, took another deep breath. I thanked God for how wonderful the vacation had been up to that point and asked Him to help me enjoy the rest of the garden.
With my personal photographer pouting over the people in his photos, I pulled out my camera and took over as primary shooter. Capturing pretty flowers and lovely landscapes are my strengths in photography, so most of the photos from this day came from my DSLR, not Bill’s phone.
And then I saw a kiosk with maps! My day was complete and I was able to confirm I was successfully viewing all the beauty the garden had to offer. I also picked up some other brochures, later incorporating them into my photo book.
Bill Gets Back on Board
With a little help from God, I’d gotten my day back on track, but my surly companion was not doing quite as well. His bottom lip was not exactly dragging the ground. He wasn’t exactly rushing me, but he also wasn’t joyfully lingering over every vista.
With my map in hand I realized we’d seen most of what there was of the garden to see, but I also saw that up ahead was a Gelateria. My sweetheart loves gelato. “Come,” I said, ” I think you’re going to like this!” And here he is, happily standing in line for his gelato.
Up next was the gift shop where he himself found a wonderful birthday present for his sister-in-law. I reveled in that, because gift shopping is usually my responsibility. So, in the end, my visit to Mom’s garden hadn’t been perfect, but it was lovely and I felt a little relief that I’d finally marked it off my list. Having visited the Grand Hotel a few years before, I didn’t owe her anymore vacation days.
Come back next week and let’s see what we find in the rest of Victoria!
If you’re as close as a ferry ride from Victoria B.C. then get on that ferry and spend some wonderful days at the Hotel Grand Pacific. These were some of Bill’s favorite days of the trip. See what you think about our arrival.
Well, Excuse Me!
We drove off the ferry, across the street and parked under Hotel Grand Pacific. I made my way to the reception area and began my transaction with the nice guy behind the desk. Suddenly, there was a woman standing so close to me that she was almost touching me. Wild hair, loud voice and a sort of bright floral house dress. Here I was checking into my room with my billfold, vouchers and notebook wide open and she’s so close to me she could put her hand in my pocket. I was afraid that was her goal and it rattled me.
I think she was merely rude and boundary-less, but I had to complete my entire transaction with her standing right next to me, chatting up both myself and the reception clerk. I must have checked to be sure I had all of my belongings a dozen times, but I couldn’t get away from her fast enough. Bill was outside taking photos.
To say we loved this everything about this hotel would be an understatement. The room was a little tight, but well appointed with a great view. The hotel had bicycles for guests and so our first order of business once we’d dumped our luggage and parked our car properly was to grab a pair of cycles and take off.
Remember that not listening to me stuff. I tried really hard to let Bill know the route he should take on our bike ride, but before I could even get started he was already down the street zooming through the traffic. I thought I was going to get killed. Eventually, he did ask me where he should go, but by that time I was so shook by near death experiences I had no idea where we were or where we should go.
Somehow, probably luck more than anything else, we were at the entrance to a park I wanted to visit. I followed Bill to a bench, got off my bike and spent my time praising God for being alive. Once I was in the park, I’d studied the map of Victoria so much, that I was able to guide us back to the hotel.
Back at the Hotel
Once we returned to our room, it was time for coffee and snacks. Then Bill took his nap. This gave me the opportunity to arrange the room for three blissful days of not packing up and moving EVERY DAY. Then, I caught up in my travel journal and did crossword puzzles, while sitting next to our picture window, drinking a glass of wine.
Come dinner time, Bill decides we’re going to drive somewhere. I usually just go along to get along, but I’m the one who had done the research and I knew everything we wanted was within three blocks of us. We were not going to drive anywhere and try to park in Victoria. And that was that.
Our Evening Stroll
I think Bill cooperated so he could prove me wrong, but we were out of the hotel and on the sidewalk, so I didn’t care. We came to a restaurant called Mosaic Grille & Bar. Bill then decides there are actually restaurants within walking distance and he’s ready to go check out the rest. I really wasn’t up for that. I was afraid I’d end up with fast food and I wanted a meal. I didn’t exactly put my foot down, I’d already done that once within the same hour, but I made a strong case for taking advantage of what was right in front of us.
Once we had dinner, we strolled around the area, taking a closer look at the Fairmont Empress. Then back at the hotel, we went to the spa where the exercise facilities were. I knew then what I’d be doing first thing on the next morning!
The next day started at the gym, but then we went to Butchart Gardens. You don’t want to miss that!
What a great place to put up your feet, right? This was Lake Crescent Lodge, the sister of Lake Quinault Lodge where we started our day in the rainforest. We still had a few miles to get under our belt to get to our final destination for the day. Come along on this stretch of our visit to Wild & Wonderful Washington State.
Coming Around the Bend to Lake Crescent Lodge
With Bill snoozing as I made the right hand turn from Hoh Rainforest Road back to Highway 101, I set my sights on Lake Crescent Lodge. There were many waterfalls I wanted to explore, just as there had been a lot more Pacific shoreline I wanted to see, but this vacation was for both of us and aimless wanderings were not on the itinerary.
It was gorgeous, but it was also boring. I just kept driving. Lake Crescent revealed itself and I started waking the sleeping monster. He wasn’t all that happy to be awakened until he looked out and saw the lake. He got a lot happier pretty fast.
I made the turn and parked the car. Lake Crescent Lodge was not as rustic as Lake Quinault Lodge. Lake Crescent Lodge had a sort of turn of the 20th Century feel to it. There’s no gingerbread trim around the porch that surrounds it, but there could be. We decided it might be fun to stay there, but we liked Lake Quinault better.
Away from the Lodge, there was the long pier which went out into the lake, something Lake Quinault had not had. The canoes had a different color scheme. It was lovely, but we couldn’t convince ourselves it was as good as Bill’s little Switzerland. We caught our breath and stretched our legs, and then headed to our next stop.
Olympic Lodge by Ayres in Port Angeles
I’ve already told you how happy I was with the accommodations I booked with Black Ball Ferry. Olympic Lodge was the first of them. It spoke to me of Mid-Century Modern – a little stuck in the time frame and could have used some updates, but it was pristine, so no complaints from me.
Our room was wonderful. A big picture window opened onto a golf course. Very relaxing, but we were ready to eat. Remember the day had not afforded us much in gastronomical enjoyment. Unfortunately, Port Angeles didn’t have much to offer either. So, we went to the grocery store and picked out some frozen food, heated it up in the hotel’s breakfast room and had our meal overlooking the golf course.
Next morning I was up early. The exercise room at the hotel was great and I did 3 miles on the treadmill before breakfast. Back in the room I took a bath and got ready for our busy day. Around 9 we went to the breakfast room and enjoyed a pretty substantial breakfast. If I weren’t gluten free, it would have almost been perfect.
The Black Ball Ferry to Victoria
OK, ladies, we all know how sometimes men just don’t listen to us. I had tried since I first booked the ferry to make Bill understand that this was one of those time you had to be there when they said or you would be left behind. All Bill heard was my usual rant about being on time and he was determined to prove to me once again, that showing up at the very last minute, but it not being a problem wins him some kind of points in the game of life.
We’re talking some world class dawdling. I finally convinced him to pick a gas station, any gas station and get some damned gas. While we waited for the tank to fill, I very firmly read him the warning on our ticket about making it on time. I explained that if he missed that ferry then he wasn’t going to Victoria today AND he’d be the the reason we had wasted days and lost money. At that moment the deadline was just a few minutes away. He finished the fuel transaction and tore over to the line for the ferry. We were the next to the last car and they did prevent anyone else from getting into line.
For once, he realized his dawdling and reluctance to hear me about being on time made an impression. Unfortunately, not one that had any lasting effect, but he was very humble for about ten minutes.
Next week we’ll dive right into touring Victoria, British Columbia. Come join us.
jane sadek 