Portland Beers and My Brother

We just had a wonderful weekend in Portland with my brother, Charles and my sister-in-law, Carol. The "excuse" for the visit was the Oregon Brewers' Festival. Portland is home to somewhere approaching 100 brewers and our goal was to sample all, or at least the majority, of all the beers. We had a great visit with Charles and Carol, and the beers were mostly really good!! It's one of those calls where it's hard to say whether the quality of the brews or the company made the experience a great one. Probably a little of both, but it's really good to be with my brother since we don't have a frequent opportunity to spend time together.

We drove from Big Sky to Portland in one day - 780 miles. The last 100 miles of the trip through the Columbia River Gorge was spectacular. Previously, we had flown into Portland, missing the drive across I-84 and the gorge, so this was new territory for us. The Columbia River marks the boundary between Oregon and Washington. Some of the really fine Oregon pinot noir wines are produced in the Columbia River valley, and we could see vineyards on the banks of the Columbia River.

This was, however, to be a beer weekend. We started out with pizza and beer on Thursday evening at one of the many Portland pizza pubs, Apizza Scholls. A pitcher of beer and a pizza was all we needed to settle into the weekend.

We started Friday with a hike to Multnomah Falls, The hike to the top of the falls is about 1 mile and climbs 620 feet. The views are breathtaking, particularly from the top. The stream at the top of Larch Mountain meanders through a beautiful forest. A tree had fallen over the stream, and my brother dared me to go to the end of the trunk over the stream . . . "No, I can't!" "Come on" "No, I can't" I'm still a wimp - what can I say!!

The hike definitely whetted our appetite for the beers at the festival. We grabbed a quick lunch at the Lodge and headed down to the Brewers' Festival at Tom McCall Waterfront Park on the shores of the Wilamette River. 72 brewers were showcasing their beers in two huge tents. The feeling inside the tents is definitely an Octoberfest event! For one token each, you get a 3 oz taste - I tried most of the 72 beers - you do the math!!

We then took the rapid transit over to Widmer Brothers Brewery (excellent Hefeweizen) for dinner. By the way, the Portland light rail system (TriMet) is state of the art. There's absolutely no need for a car. The system takes you all over downtown Portland and to points beyond. We just parked the car, hopped on the train, and enjoyed the ride and the beer!!

I'll post more tomorrow - there's way more to the weekend. But, I'm sleepy. We're in Missoula tonight at the Blue Mountain Bed & Breakfast Inn. The bed is calling my name, and the sunrise from our deck is rumored to be spectacular. Good night!!

50th Anniversary

Our friends, Nancy and Jim, celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary this week. We celebrated at the home of Nancy's brother, Cy and his wife Karen, who live on a beautiful tract of land overlooking Big Sky with spectacular sunset views of Lone Peak in the distance.

Ten of us - five couples - enjoyed dinner. Many toasts were given as glasses were raised.

After dinner, we moved to the patio where Cy built a fire and served a very fine Australian dessert wine.

This is the first of our friends to reach the 50th anniversary milestone, and we were honored to be there. I just computed the total number of years of marriage represented by the couples present - 228 years!!! WOW!

Owen the Hippo and His "Mother"

" Much of life can never be explained but only witnessed" - Rachel Naomi Remen, MD NAIROBI ( AFP ) - A baby hippopotamus that survived the tsunami waves on the Kenyan coast has formed a strong bond with a giant male century-old tortoise in an animal facility in the port city of Mombassa, officials said.

The hippopotamus, nicknamed Owen and weighing about300 kilograms (650 pounds), was swept down Sabaki River into the Indian Ocean , then forced back to shore when tsunami waves struck the Kenyan coast on December 26, before wildlife rangers rescued him.

"It is incredible.. A-less-than-a-year-old hippo has adopted a male tortoise, about a century old, and the tortoise seems to be very happy with being a 'mother'," ecologist Paula Kahumbu, who is in charge of Lafarge Park , told AFP ."

After it was swept away and lost its mother, the hippo was traumatized. It had to look for something to be a surrogate mother Fortunately , it landed on the tortoise and established a strong bond. They swim, eat and sleep together," the ecologist added.

"The hippo follows the tortoise exactly the way it followed its mother. If somebody approaches the tortoise, the hippo becomes aggressive, as if protecting its biological mother," Kahumbu added.

"The hippo is a young baby, he was left at a very tender age and by nature, hippos are social animals that like to stay with their mothers for four years," he explained.

"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."

This is a real story that shows that our differences don't matter much when we need the comfort of another. We could all learn a lesson from these two creatures of God,

"Look beyond the differences and find a way to walk the path together."

Hiking Under the Big Sky and String Quartets

Since we returned from Red Rocks (see previous post), the weather has been beautiful. So, we have headed out to some of our favorite hikes to enjoy the spectacular scenery, especially the wildflowers.

Those of you who have visited us here will not be surprised that one of the first hikes out was to Beehive Basin. As I've said previously, we are having a late spring here, so we were surprised to find that the wildflowers on this trail were not as far along as they normally are this time of year. This is good news for the Dodds, who will be visiting in August, as the flowers on the Beehive trail should be near peak. Don't get me wrong - there were still plenty of wildflowers, just not as many as there are normally. Here's the other surprise - when we got to the lower lake, we were in snow up to our knees!!! Good grief - this is mid-July!! We couldn't even get to the upper lake without snow boots. A long-time friend from Chattanooga, Phyllis M., was here with her daughter and son-in-law, Rachel and Robbie T. I hope their memories of this scene will help them feel cooler in the hot and humid South.

Phyllis is getting ready for a trek up Mt. Kilimanjaro in January. She wanted a test of her fitness hiking at altitude. The Beehive Basin trail starts at 7500 feet and ascends to 9500 feet over 3.5 miles. We did stop often to reset our heart rates, but she made the hike in fine style, and the snow was a rare treat. In the 9 summers we have been here, never have I seen snow at this level in July.

The next day, we headed down toward Yellowstone and hiked into Gneiss Creek. There were so many wildflowers there you would think that they were cultivated. This is a flat trail that goes from one meadow to the next with several water crossings. Each meadow is a different tapestry of colors. The first meadow is yellow with the Arrowleaf Balsamroot and the Little Sunflowers predominant, touched with the blue of Lupin and Forget-Me-Nots. The next meadow continues the blue, but adds the white of Sulpher Buckwheat and a sprinkling of the red Mountain Sorrel. And, so it goes, from one meadow to the next. This was a 9-mile round-trip hike, and once again, Phyllis did really well. She definitely has a good start on her training for the Kilimanjaro hike.

Jim and Phyllis trained together in the OB-GYN program at Erlanger in Chattanooga. It was really a good time visiting with her, catching up with each other and showing her around here in Big Sky country. On the way back home, we spotted a grizzly at mile marker 28 in the canyon. Perfect ending!!

STRINGS UNDER THE BIG SKY

Every summer, the Muir String Quartet visits Big Sky and Bozeman. One of the founding members of the quartet, cellist Michael Reynolds, grew up in Bozeman and comes back every summer bringing talented musicians with him. Based in Boston, most of the quartet and other musicians are affiliated with either the Boston Symphony or Boston University, or both. The event this year, as in most years, is held outdoors on the lawn of a private home on the Gallatin River. This year, the concert benefited the string program at the local school, Ophir School and Lone Peak High School. Funds raised are matched by the Classics for Kids Foundation (established by Michael Reynolds) to put stringed instruments into the hands of students. The program was preceded by tasty hors d'oevres, and the music starts at about 7:30. As the sun sets over Lone Peak, we are serenaded with wonderful strings. This event is one of my favorites of the summer - just another day in paradise!!

Trip to Red Rocks & Elk Lake

We just returned from a 2-day trip to Red Rock Lakes National Wildlife Refuge. This is our third trip in three summers to this beautiful spot located in the Centenniel Valley south of Ennis, MT and west of Yellowstone.

The refuge was established in 1935, originally to protect the endangered trumpeter swan, but it is now home to hundreds of species of birds as well as other wildlife, including coyote (pictured below), bear, moose, antelope, deer and wolves.

We found this coyote wandering through a field of Rocky Mountain Iris. I had never seen this wildflower in Montana before. They tend to bloom earlier in the spring, but we are having such a late spring this year that the timing was just perfect this year and I was thrilled to see these beautiful flowers in abundance.

The magnificent trumpeter swan are here year-round and we found them at Shambo Pond, swimming as a pair.

Martha and Jim have been with us on each of the three trips. Jim's knowledge of birds makes the trip so much fun. He can spot and identify most of the birds we see. I personally had 43 species on my list of sightings when we left the refuge.

We spent two nights in the VERY remote Elk Lake Resort. It's so remote that their supplies are delivered 20 miles away and the innkeepers, Lorena and Craig, drive to meet the truck once a week.

The resort is self-sustaining with generators powered by solar and propane, water pumped from Elk Lake and trash burned in an incinerator. The accomodations are a series of cabins and one 5-bedroom bunkhouse. We had the bunkhouse all to ourselves - and no, we weren't on bunks. Two of the bedrooms had kingsize beds!! And, real flushies! So, we were remote but not deprived.

Lorena is an excellent cook and we ate our breakfasts and dinners there - salmon & spinach quiche and homemade cinnamon rolls topped with lemon frosting for breakfast, and shrimp scampi for dinner along with a wine selection that suited us just fine.

As they say at Elk Lake, it is located "one mile from heaven." All I can say is that heaven can't be more beautiful than this place. This scenery makes me look like a professional photographer, which I certainly am not - but it's really impossible to take a bad photograph!!

We are back in Big Sky - more later.

Montana Fourth of July

Happy Fourth!! The celebration in Bozeman was incredible.

We drove in to Bozeman on Friday morning. Our friends, Martha and Jim, arrived from Florida late Thursday night and we picked them up at the Holiday Inn Friday morning. We spent the afternoon at some favorite bird watching sites and trails, trying to add to our list. The new one for me was the Black Headed Grosbeak which we found on a trail along Bridger Creek.


Then, after a scrumptous dinner at John Bozeman's Bistro, we headed on over to the park to watch the fireworks.

Fourth of July in Montana is huge. The whole community comes out for picnics, games, fireworks and general celebration. No wonder Barack Obama and his family chose to spend the Fourth in Montana. They were in Butte, which is only 100 miles from Bozeman - I mentioned going to the Butte celebration, but I was the only vote for this!!

The official celebration in Bozeman is at the Gallatin County Fairgrounds. We chose to stay out of the big crowd and set up our chairs in the park across the street from the fairgrounds. I think we were the only people in the park who didn't bring our own fireworks.

There was no shortage of amateur firework displays all around us, which started a full 2 hours before the official "big fireworks" at 10 pm. We have very long 16-hour days here - so dark isn't a reality until 10 pm. The official fireworks display lasted for about 20 minutes and was really beautiful.

We are indeed blessed to live in this great country!

One More Primal Quest Blog

Primal Quest-Montana ended yesterday. The final team crossed the finish line at 1:25 pm. The awards ceremony started at 3:30, so we headed down to watch. Of the 84 teams who started the race 9 days ago, only 43 finished the 548-mile course. The "walking wounded" were all around us, many of them limping with noticeably enlarged feet and legs.


The pure grit and determination of these athletes are very evident. But, one team was particularly inspirational. The second-place team, Team Merrell-Zanfel is a team of seasoned adventure racers, and team captain Robyn Benincasa is the self-described "mother" of the team. Robyn, 40, has been racing since 1990, completing 9 Ironman races and 36 "expedition length" (7-10 day nonstop multisport) adventure races, often medaling in both. All of this while holding down her full-time job as a firefighter for the City of San Diego, and a member of the only all-female fire crew in the US.

This year was particularly tough for Robyn. 10 months ago, as a result of previous injuries, she had a total hip replacement. She had serious doubts about racing

with a "fake hip," wondering if her time had come to just quietly fade away. But, she decided she couldn't feel good about stopping without giving it one more try. So, she rehabbed her hip and started training again last January, and put together a team that she totally credits for their second-place finish. And, she says, that she will race again as long as the team is willing to "put up" with her.

Robyn says that whether you come in first, second or last is not the point. The meaningful reward is the personal change that takes place inside each individual racer as they complete the course. For her, getting to the starting line this time was just as meaningful as getting to the finish line.

She reminds me of a quote from one of my favorite marathon mentors, John Bingham -
"The miracle is not that you finished, but that you had the courage to start."

Life is an adventure!