Planes, Trains, and automobiles

Posted on September 12, 2026 by J. R. Patee

Just start by creating your day. Then create your life

Prince

A few years ago Jeanne and I circumnavigated the United States it was a wondrous little adventure, traveling, seeing, visiting and somewhat experiencing something new. There were various writings I did, written on this site from 2 October 2024 to 2024. In a conversations with others along that route many folks highly recommended the Canadian rail across Canada. Many said it was far nicer, hence we have signed on to crossing Canada by rail. As usual when you cross one thing off the list one adds two more. Quit keeping lists.

We started planning and getting reservations in February. It was difficult to find just the Canadian rail website through all the advertising. Again the commercial interests crowd out the independent traveler. When we did finally find just the Canadian railway, it was completely sold out, more than six months ahead of time. Geez, who thinks that far ahead? Obviously to numerous others, but not me. We thought well let’s look at the tours. Numerous options and we picked one which was the trip we had wanted, except they arranged hotels and an occasional tour. Price was much more than if we had done it independently, but space was available, we signed up for this time period, sent in our money and sat back. Easy peazzee!

Two days later a friend emailed pondering a reunion of our Colorado college friends. Her invite went something like

“Would you like to go to an alumni reunion a hundred or so people you hardly know or get together with or a dozen folks you really care about?” Of course, near immediately, 5 or 6 of us were in and soon it was a dozen. The Oregon coast was decided on as many of us have spent memorable times there. Originally Mary had set 11-13 September as a weekend, but Jeanne and I were committed to Canada rail starting the 11 September. Mary checked and realizing we are all retired and weekends mean nothing, she changed to 8-10. Yahoo

And a wondrous 2 days with about 15 of us. Some I had not seen since Colorado College when I left in 1970, others I have kept in contact with on occasional get togethers, others I have kept in contact- all though were close. It was as if we were never apart, what Jeanne calls comma friends- you are close, go off for decades and do your thing and come back together to carry on where you left off, with more life experiences. We had at least established our personalities enough in college we were who we were.

College was a defining time for us. I remember coming from conservative Utah and had read about “hippies” and read they were not good people. Then I met some! They were good thoughtful people, or just like everyone else with a whole variety, and not everyone thought or acted or lived like I had. Open ones mind. Sometimes the things we are taught are not necessarily correct. This is where education comes in, to teach you to think, analyze and ponder. I remember riding the chairlift once with someone I very much admired and they told me they “smoked dope”. I was blown away, I had been taught that was evil and would be the end of my life, but I thought about it and realized marijuana was not going to end the world, although in those days penalties of the straight world were extreme. the world has progressed.

When in high school and deciding where to go to college, the one story I tell is I knew I should go to one of those back east to some liberal school for a good education. But the east had no skiing which I had heard was icy, and skiing was a part of my life. Of course all skiing for me compared to Utah. Hence I found Colorado College which was east of the Rockies which entered it in the competition. My view was simple east and west, and east was east of the rockies. I had been across country and seen the “east” and it was flat and no skiing. To this day people will tell me St. Louis is west, and I just shake my head. Prejudices!

It was a delightful time catching up, learning of our adventures and misadventures, retelling stories from over 50 years ago and where we were led, from our decisions. For two days we laughed, told stories explained and heard explanations, ate, walked on the beach, walked in the forest, cooked and had a wondrous time. Amongst us during the intervening decades we had become artists, scientists, nurses, architects, ranchers, firemen, writers, doctors and the spaces in between.

Hikers in Oregon with a history of Colorado

Then onward to our trip, several pieces having to fit together as a puzzle, transport varieties, hotels, eating. Hopefully flows evenly. Four os us began our journey back to Portland via rental car returning to the airport. We took our time taking just over 4 hours to do a 1.5 hour drive. Stopped at rest areas, hiked, stopped at a roadside cafe, just enjoying last moments with each other, before returning to our other lives. We dropped off Jacqui and Maralyn at train station for their return to Seattle, returned car to airport, and our friends Sheila and Steve picked us up and out to dinner we went, alongside the Columbia river, continuing the conversations with different friends from years past and into the present. They dropped us at the hotel near train station and we departed the next morning for Vancouver B.C.

roadside restaurant highway 26 outside Portland Oregon

Train to Seattle, transfer to bus, due to better connection, and into Vancouver. Have not been here since miss nineties, a I remember a wonderful city, clean and vibrant, easy to get around. Thus far the same but far bigger. Our tour included a bus tour of Vancouver this morning. Bus tours are never our thing but included and was a nice little drive bout to the highlights, Stanley park, Granville island, Chinatown, gas town. Just a drive about with stops for short walks. Interesting driver narrator did all sorts of impersonations telling the stories and history.

Hotel arrival Vancouver not our usual type of hotel but included in tour

Granville Island Public market

And for another viewpoint of the same story check out Jeannes blog

Jeanne’s blog

And now to explore more and on eastward via train

Yukon River

Posted on July 17, 2026 by J. R. Patee

Only boring people get bored

Maralyn Crosetto

A semi sudden invitation came up to join a group floating the Yukon River from Whitehorse, in Yukon Territory, to carmacks, Yukon. It is a distance of about 176 miles ( 283 km) including lake labarge. Apparently normal float time is 8-9 days with usually 2 days for the length of the lake.

The people inviting us were of our age and we had not known them, but thought it would be good. For Jeanne it would complete the Yukon River from Whitehorse as far down as Eagle, Alaska. For me I have done all except the area from Dawson, Yukon to where the 40 mile river joins the Yukon. Below Eagle the floatable river becomes a much larger logistical challenge with multiple day shuttles, and is not common except in more expeditionary travels. Timing was not necessarily good for us with visitors, and busy summer activities, but when an offer pops up, one cannot always wait for a better time.

Hence we left for the 700mile (1125km) drive to Whitehorse over 2 days. Overnight at Fast Eddy’s motel and restaurant in Tok,Alaska, before crossing border, without incident, in Beaver Creek, Yukon.

We had had a logistical meeting in Anchorage, and my first meeting Greg, Shannon, and John. In Whitehorse we had a delightful evening dinner, where we further got to know one another. We all clicked and seemed to get along. John had been a judge in the state of Alaska, prior to retiring 7years ago, since then spending time traveling, playing tennis and a yearly kayak trip. Greg, an MD, and wife Shannon, a nurse, work extensively in Tanzania, Africa, raising several children through educational support, and a charity network.

Wednesday morning we delivered our supplies and boats to the boat launch in central Whitehorse, and arranged parking for 2 cars. I assembled our collapsible 2 person kayak. (A incredibly designed Feathercraft, made in Vancouver, Canada) and somehow we managed to load our massive amount of supplies into the boats. Jeanne and I have not been on a kayak trip in several years, and although the memory is there, we somehow forgot how little you actually need.

Finally departed about 2 pm in heavily laden crammed boats, floating along and into the wilderness. Yes! The first day we made 22 miles (35 km) to a wondrous camp just above lake labarge. Both Jeanne and I required some assistance cramming ourselves into the cockpits, and attaching spray skirts, rather embarrassing, but get over it.

It took us 4 days to cross the lake, partially because slow, and the 4th day wind came up forcing a halt to progress, until the waves diminished to a more manageable level for our skill level. Camps were proving harder to find than expected due to higher water levels of past weeks rains. I had downloaded the topo maps to the phone, which had potential campsites marked. We had obtained a river guide but it was very rudimentary. Past trips we just camped on river bars and beaches, all disappeared in higher water levels.

Campsite at old village of Hootalinqua, confluence of Yukon and Teslin rivers

Big Salmon River camp abandoned village site

Unfortunately my phone decided to go dark on day 5. I could text via the inreach GPS,but slow and cumbersome. I did text my friend Zak in anchorage, if he could research how to restart. He came through with a reset solution which would not erase the data. Over the next days I probably reset the phone 50 times each time restarting as usual then going dark. On the last day it suddenly worked gain. I had worried about photos taken before the dark, but utilized Jeanne’s phone for photos. Technology is not dependable.

Overall the trip was awesome. We did it in 9 days, the river moving at a rapid clip, often flowing at 7-9 mph (11-14 kph). Not many animals, although did see a moose one night swim across the 400 meters, then turn upstream and swim upstream against the current for another 400 meters. Squirrels, numerous birds. We saw an occasional motor boat of locals but for the most part remote and alone. A spectacular river float. One is alone.

Arrived above carmacks and due to current at the carmacks takeout, exited the river. A small houseboat had anchored for a stop on their float from Whitehorse to wherever the boat ended (Dawson, Eagle, Circle, haul road bridge, or the Bering sea)

Alaska

Posted on July 3, 2026 by J. R. Patee

“Man did not weave the web of life; he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web he does to himself.”

Chief Seattle

My sister has not been to visit us since about 2021, although we have seen each other, numerous times during that time . This year they decided to come visit in Alaska. Yeah! Exciting! Hence we feel the need to show them Alaska, although they have been here several times.

For the first couple days just sit back and relax, just enjoying the company of each other. Somehow over time I have lost the urge to constantly be going going going. I gave up lists of things I want to do because the list never gets shorter. Each item checked off seems to add a minimum of two more items. And as the Spanish proverb says “there is nothing better than doing nothing, then nap after”. Fear of missing out (FOMO) does not apply. Just enjoy the company.

But that does last only so long, one must move about and explore. Hence we are in McCarthy Alaska. Drove here yesterday, a 310 mile (500 k) drive. 8 hours, with the last 60 miles (100 k) gravel. Always a question when last graded as the washboard can be extreme and 10 mph max. They had just graded the road a week or two ago which also means freshly cut gravel, which one piece managed to pierce our tire. Crazy that modern cars have either no spare or a “donut” tire. Ours has a donut but our history with either is tenuous.

Ok what a day. Took the shuttle van the 5 miles ( 8 k) up to town of Kennicott . This is the area of kennicot mine and was one of the largest copper mines in the world and the where the start of the Kennicott company began. Currently the area is within the Wrangell St Elias National Park and the mine area administered by the park service.

Jeanne first visited McCarthy in 1982 the first year she was here. I first visited probably about 1989. We have had a few visits since, always memorable. My friend Zak and I did an awesome hike in the backcountry in about 2018 or 2019 (goat trail). Jeanne and I coming here during covid time. Both trips involved spectacular back country mountain flying. The Wrangell mountains not only have some of the biggest mountains in North America but are spectacular and remote.

In December of 1983 Jeanne was working triage in the emergency room at night in Anchorage. A fellow came in with belly pain , having hitchhiked the 300 miles from McCarthy in December. It was a quiet night so she spent hours talking with him about life in remote alaska. 3 months later he was 1 of 6 people who survived a mass shooting. Just happenstance they had dropped their mail with a friend to send on the mail plane coming in on the once a week mail delivery. Someone else was also waiting and shot 8 people, of which only 2 survived, as they were to meet the weekly mail plane. 5 other people were gone on various trips and did not meet the mail plane. That was the entire winter population of McCarthy in 1983.

Ok back to today and we were talking with a seasonal park employee and Jeanne asked about a fellow she once knew who had survived the shootings. Turns out he owns one of 2 restaurants here. Tonite we had dinner with him. Small world. We have travelled in different worlds and circles, but been within convergences numerous times. He knows our friend Geoff in Utqiagvik having dog sledded across the top of North America. One never knows where one’s path will lie.

But back to today and the visit to Kennicott. Did a delightful hike to an overview of the root glacier. Then signed up for a Tour of the mill. The park service has gone in and partially restored the 100 year old 14 story wood building where the mine brought the ore from the hills above. Jeanne and I had in years past, before the park service, gone into the delapidated and falling apart building exploring, which was fascinating but we had no explanations of the processes of refining the ore for transport via train the 167 miles to Cordova on the coast where it was transported to Tacoma Washington for final refining.

The mine was discovered in basically 1901 and a railroad took 6 years to build. The land rights, as they were, were made and the mine began operation in 1911. In 1938 the sudden decision was made to close and with literally within hours the last train left and Kennicott became a ghost town. It was again “discovered” in the 1950’s and in about 1988 National Geographic did a story about the town.

Kennicott rail depot with copper refining mill behind

We learned much of the history of the mine today from our tour guide. The park service has gone into the mill and created a “safe” walkway down the 14 story refining mill and our guide gave a wondrous dissertation of the refining process and history.

After the dinner and during the walkabout town (5 minutes max end to end) we discovered our tire had been repaired (for a minor fortune) but recommend it serve as only an emergency for the emergency donut tire. We are in a bind. More to come!

Ok onward no reception, or very spotty. Yesterday we arose early expecting to take a long time on the drive to Glenallen. Somehow we managed to get a friend to go to our house and pull out the stored 4 stored winter tires, get them to the only shuttle bus from Anchorage to McCarthy, by 7:45 am. They would drop the tires off at the only tire auto shop in Glenallen, who we had not yet been able to contact. After 9 am we were able to contact them once we had cell service.

Again, cell service is very dicey. Turns out ATT does not cover the area of McCarthy hence we were using Verizon of my sister’s mobile phone. Big business kindergartners cannot learn to share. Irritating! and very little reception along the road back to Chitina.

We shuttled and hiked our bags to where car parked. (Road stops about a kilometer before town due to Kennicott River. Formerly, there was a hand tram for crossing but now a pedestrian bridge. Arrived at car and as the tire repair fellow said tire was repaired, but appeared even with repair to have a bit of a bubble. It looked as an emergency tire to the emergency donut tire. Had placed the donut on the rear in case of a blow out, and we began, the 59 miles (99k) of gravel road to chitina and the 70 miles( 115k) to Glenallen and the tire repair place. We did it in 6 hours due to did not want to speed on the donut tire which is rated for a max of 50 miles (80 k). But we did it.

Arrived at 2 pm and proceeded to wait until they could fit us in. Tires arrived from Anchorage a few minutes after we did, so all good. At 5 pm tires repaired, threw the bad tire away (after spending $325 to repair it to emergency standard). The tire shop said we could leave the 3 good tires out front to be picked up by friends, Zak and Natasha, who would be returning from a trip to Valdez in a few days. Placing three tires in our car would have cramped our driving quarters. The mechanic said the bad tire had an excellent repair but would not have lasted. We were lucky.

On to Valdez via beautiful Thompson pass. I believe someone spilled the green pigment and all the plants were in glory.

Arrive Valdez at 8. Zak and Natasha met us after a day of climbing and utilized the shower in our motel room, dinner, sleep and up early to catch ferry to Whittier at 5:30 am.

A little visit

Posted on April 20, 2026 by J. R. Patee

Our life is what our thoughts make it.

Markus Aurelius

It’s funny how I only seem to write when I’m traveling! But, honestly, that’s such a small part of my life. Still, when people see us, they always ask, “Where next?” I find life pretty exciting here at home, too. This past winter was great—one of the better ones in a while, with average snow and cold, but you just dress warmly, and it’s all good. As they say, “There’s no such thing as bad weather, just bad gear.” I find that’s pretty true.

I’ve been missing my sister and brother-in-law for a while, even though it was just a year ago they joined us on the Alaska Dream Cruise to Southeast Alaska. I just wanted to visit and spend some time with them, enjoying morning coffee and taking walks around the neighborhood. Nothing too big, just being together and soaking in the atmosphere. So, I decided to go to Kalispell, Montana, even though they’re coming to Alaska this summer, but we’ll be touring instead.

The week started with lots of text messages saying they’d seen the public broadcasting show about volunteers, which seemed to highlight my volunteer work at the ski jumps. It’s part of a series about volunteers in Anchorage. During the past winter, a reporter and videographer interviewed and filmed about 3-4 hours of material. From that, they were able to find some good stuff and make me look pretty good. If you’re interested, you can find it at

https://www.pbs.org/video/jr-patee-nsaa-ski-jumping-volunteer-every-little-bit-zfeswi/.

unfortunately it is 300 Mb too big to load here. Alas. 2 minutes 27 sec

So, we woke up super early, way before the 2-hour arrival suggested for airport arrival, which was before our flight at 7 a.m. As usual, our Lyft ride was delightful, and our driver was a lovely lady from Micronesia. She came to Alaska 10 years ago to visit and ended up staying, becoming another tourist who forgot to go home. It seems like a common theme!

Then, because of Alaska Airlines’ scheduling, we had a 6.5-hour layover in Seattle. It’s not one of my favorite airports, but we managed to walk through all the terminals and had time for a nice lunch.

At lunch, I started chatting with a lady next to us who transports high-end show dogs. She had just dropped off two dachshunds or chihuahuas—I can’t remember which, as I didn’t get to see them. It was fascinating to hear her story about judging at dog shows and the world of fancy show dogs. Everyone has a great story.

My sister Barb and her husband Steve had downsized from their house of about 40 years, a few miles north of their new condo. It seems like a common thing now, especially for a certain age group trying to downsize and avoid all the stuff and maintenance. It’s quite a feat in today’s world, where it’s hard to resist buying more and giving your money to others.

So for three days we laughed, played the game of aggravation (family game of ours played for many generations), discussed whatever, laughed some more, discussed who knows what, walked every day about the neighborhood, although on day three we did drive up to Glacier National Park for a hike there on the road not yet opened due to the remaining snow over the pass on “Going to the Sun Highway.” A delightful hike to the McDonald Creek waterfall.

McDonald Creek Falls Glacier National Park

And as per usual my sister has prepared a sensational lunch prepared which we ate at Apgar campground after sweeping off the snow and water from the picnic table.

Back home, my niece Sara came over with her new dog, Elmer—a bouncy Boston terrier full of energy!

But, oh no, I got a sinus congestion and runny nose somewhere south. I felt fine in Anchorage, but then it seemed like the Pacific Ocean had taken over my nose, soaking it up and transferring it to my handkerchief. Ugh! I wasn’t feeling terrible, just very tired. It’s always a bummer to get sick while traveling, but it does happen more often than you’d think.

We were thinking of heading straight home and skipping the 3 days in Seattle with friends, but we waited until Saturday at the airport to decide on our next move. We decided to shorten the trip by a day, which would actually be a good thing to do when we got back. Apparently, it was a bit of a letdown for the friends in Seattle who had planned a fun 2-3 days of activities. But, hey, things change! All good!

Seattle has grown a lot over the years. It’s tried hard to keep that small-town feel, but it’s definitely a big city now. But it has lots of parks, and if you don’t have a car, it’s easy to get around. You can take the light rail, buses, or Lyft or Uber for the shorter distances.

We met up with our friends Jacqui and Maralyn, whom I went to Colorado College with back in 1968—it feels like ages! We’ve known each other for a long time and have had so many adventures and stories. That afternoon, we decided to visit the Kubota Japanese Gardens in south Seattle. It was such a change from the snow of Anchorage and Montana. The flowers and budding trees were a riot of colors—pink, red, green, blue, purple, and yellow. Our eyes were overwhelmed with colors after a winter of white, gray, and dark.

The light rail to Everett, where our nephew and wife Liz, was another delightful Lyft ride from the train to their condo. I always enjoy chatting with the driver, learning about their stories and daily lives. This time, the driver was originally from India and a Sikh. With his Punjabi accent and our English, we managed to understand about half of what he was saying, and learned a lot.

As Liz grew up internationally, visiting places like Shanghai and the United Kingdom, she prepared a wonderful Irish meat and potato dinner.

Another Lyft ride back to the train, this time with a driver from El Salvador, who tried to explain immigration from an immigrant’s perspective. It was fascinating and hopefully gave us a better understanding of the silly things happening in the world today.

Sunday and a morning sitting in Jacqui’s condo overlooking west Seattle, Puget Sound, and on to the Olympic Mountains, Oh I do love a view of mountains. Refreshes ones soul. We sat read the news of the day, drank our coffee and just enjoyed each other.

Then back out into the world where a full day’s activities awaited. First, a trip to the market. I called it “Pikes Market”, but was severely reprimanded that to call it that exposes oneself as unknowing of Seattle. Whatever. We were to meet Maralyn coming from south Seattle and took a bit of coordination to meet at noon. She called me at ten minutes to noon saying she was at the agreed restaurant, awaiting our arrival. I said we were on the steps not very far away. Alas, Seattle is a very hilly city and there are steps everywhere. When we did not arrive near immediately, she thought us lost but we arrived shortly thereafter. Yet one more delightful meal, while overlooking Elliot Bay. A walk back to Jacqui’s car which we parked near the Sculpture Gardens. Maralyn is an artist and Seattle has numerous public art displays. Whenever we visit she has a new and exciting art to show us, although in this case we had seen the Olympic Sculpture Gardens before, but always a treat to see new stuff and old stuff from a new timeline.

One thing I have found about cities is one walks a lot. I mentioned to Jacqui one does not see fat people in the city, although she corrected me, to yes you do not see them as they get other means of getting about than walking.

OK the bad part of Seattle is driving. During the day we covered a lot of Seattle, downtown, then to the Japanese Gardens near Lake Washington then to south Seattle, Oh my – not for the faint of heart, or those not used to such daring. But we survived parking within a kilometer of the gardens where we spent a couple of hours just enjoying the trees, flowers, fish, geese, turtles, rabbits, colors, and serenity.

Then it was yet time again for a meal, this time Maralyn, as usual, knew a great new Honduran restaurant in south Seattle. Delightful waitresses who seemed to really like what they were doing and serving. Always fun to converse with the “service staff.” Then the drive back to just north of downtown Seattle and blessed rest and sleep. Awoke to coffee news and plans already made for the day. Jacqui drove us to the train and 45 minutes later arrived at the airport, unusually not overcrowded and returning home a day earlier than expected but with more time to get another day of downhill skiing, and Jeanne to some classes to collect continuing education credit. Life, oh, it is sweet.

Steamboat Springs Junior National Ski jumping

Posted on March 18, 2026 by J. R. Patee

Unfortunately, many people do not consider fun to be an important part of their daily agenda. For me, that was always a high priority in whatever I was doing.

Chuck Yeager

A few years back, after thinking about retiring, I got hooked on the ski jumping scene. I totally fell in love with it and now volunteer quite a bit at the jumps here in Anchorage. I did not know much about ski jumping at first, even though I grew up downhill skiing, racing, and took up cross-country skiing here in Alaska. Skiing has been such a wonderful sport to be involved in, and it’s not just a lifelong thing; it has so many different aspects, varieties of activities, and levels..

As I’ve gotten older, volunteering has become more common. The city has given me so much, and I feel like it’s time to give back. The skiing world seems to appreciate its volunteers, no matter how much they contribute. I truly believe that having a variety of activities makes the world a better place. Not everyone skis, but being part of a community makes it a better place. And I’m proud of the communities, whether I’m personally involved in them or not.

Ski jumping is a small, fairly specialized group, mostly with younger athletes. I’ve jumped myself, but that’s not really why I volunteer. It’s a group of parents, people, and kids who have found their place. Kids start at 5 years old and progress, sometimes going on to become national and world champions, sometimes passionate for a few years, then moving on to other activities, leaving the ski jumping word for other interests. I’ve talked to several parents who are disappointed when their kid leaves ski jumping for another community because our group is somewhat unique, welcoming, and caring. As one coach told me years ago, he doesn’t care if he has good ski jumpers (he was being dishonest), but he wanted good citizens. I’m all in.

I mainly help keeping the facility running smoothly, which means handling plumbing, electrical work, carpentry, snow conditions, hill preparation, and ensuring everyone’s safety. Gaining these skills is a real plus, as I believe lifelong learning is key. I often work in the background, which suits me just fine. I put in a lot of hours, and when the administrators offered to pay me a bit, I was happy to accept. I’m retired and don’t need the money, but I told them it would be nice, though not essential. I did stipulate that if they paid me, it had to be what I thought I was worth. Being smart people, they accepted my offer to volunteer. Ski jumping doesn’t have much money, and I haven’t seen a program in North America with enough funds. My wife, Jeanne, has volunteered and repairs and makes the small kids’ ski jump suits. Now, both of us are fully involved.

Over the years, I’ve learned a lot and still learning, although I haven’t quite figured out how to teach kids to jump, but it’s great to see them learn and improve. While the coaches will tell the kids how to improve with some minor details after each jump, when I’m asked, I usually say, “That was a good jump, next time go farther.” When I occasionally fill in for the coaches, I joke that it takes a few weeks for the real coaches to get back with the correct form.

Since ski jumping community always needs volunteers of all kinds, I’ve now jumped into the judging world! In ski jumping, a competition is all about two things: how far you jump and how well you do it. There’s a formula that gives you points for the distance you fly, which is super important. Then there are style points. Ski jumping is a sport with its own special rules about how you jump. No tricks allowed! Style is all about how you fly, land, and progress down the hill, with specific points for each part. I’ve been taking classes and traveling to learn how to judge properly over the last few years. Even though it’s a bit of a personal thing, there are really clear rules about what’s allowed and not allowed. A friend once said that any activity judged subjectively isn’t really a sport. A lot of people might disagree, but ski jumping is pretty clear about how far and how you jump with every aspect given a specific criteria. Right now, I’ve gotten certified at the national level, which is the highest I can go because of my age. Now, I can judge local competitions and even national ones!

National Championships, especially for juniors, are four-day events with lots of excitement. The athletes are the stars, and the venues make sure they have a great competition and a good time. Parents come to watch, and there are often fun activities for them too. There are opening ceremonies, different competitions (individual and team), a bracketed elimination, and a closing ceremony. My job was one of five judges who judged style, while others measured the distance. For many this is the first time on the national stage. Plus, there are lots of people behind the scenes who keep the hills in top shape for a national championship.

Steamboat Springs is a charming town in northern Colorado, known for its history in ranching and skiing. When I was in college in Colorado, our team often traveled to races in Colorado Springs. It always seemed like a nice place, not as fancy as some other spots. We always stayed at the Rabbit Ears Motel, and I’ve stayed there many times since—Great Divide Bike rides, other ski jumping events, and a great place. Like anywhere, it’s changing and has changed a lot, and people are still debating whether it’s good or bad. It’s just growing and evolving.

Steamboat Springs has a big ski resort, but there’s also a smaller community skiing hill with training facilities for ski racing, mogul skiing, tricks, sledding, and a jump facility with ski jumps of 10, 30, 40, 75, 90, and 120 meters, though some are not being maintained right now. Howelsen Hill, started in 1915 by a Norwegian immigrant, is the first and longest-running ski area in the United States. The Rabbit Ears Motel and downtown are just a 1 km walk away with a great trail along the Yampa River.

This year, the weather in the western United States hasn’t been great for skiing. Many areas had their worst snow year in decades, including Steamboat Springs. The hill crew put in countless hours to keep and maintain the jump for the competition. Somehow, through magic and incredibly long hours, they pulled it off. Maybe a few standards had to be lowered to hold the competition, but the officials certified the jump as OK, and the competition went on, despite ice, wind, warm, and cold.

Preparing to march into opening ceremony

Lighting the torch Opening Ceremony Ali Hall Photo

Walking up (the magic carpet was not working at 7:30 am)

75 meter hill jump and judges stand with 40 meter in-between Ali Hall Photo

The sport is inclusive and very helpful when needed. When a binding or clothing item, or some equipment didn’t work, teams helped each other create a friendly atmosphere.

And ski jumping has two variations. One is just the ski jumping the other is nordic combined, which utilizes both ski jumping and cross country ski racing into one combined sport. Folks will ski jump then cross country race according to how well they do jumping. The first one across the finish line at cross country wins the event. The nordic combined can be quite exciting.

Then there was the return home. I have come to the conclusion that traveling 18 continuous hours is too much for me. I arrived for the shuttle at the motel, went to airport, flew to Denver, layover for 3 hours, fly to Seattle layover for 1.5 hours and fly to Anchorage where my baggage did not arrive with me, and fell into bed 18 hours after arriving for the shuttle.

I had to fly United airlines out of Hayden airport at Steamboat Springs and reclaim my baggage in Denver then recheck in with Alaska Airlines. The attendant at Hayden airport worked some sort of miracle and managed to check my baggage between airlines, so I would not have to leave airport and return going through the long security lines. Thank you United airlines clerk. But alas baggage did not make it to Anchorage until it was delivered to our house yesterday evening 19 hours after my arrival in Anchorage. Delayed me having to do laundry for a bit.

Anchorage Winter 2026

Posted on February 2, 2026 by J. R. Patee

There is not past, no future, everything flows in an eternal present.

James Joyce

Winter has progressed here and as my friend Geoff says “this is the 52nd unusual year in a row”. This year is the same. Seems every fall we ask each other our predictions for winter. Two years ago we had huge amounts of snow (I believe it was about 135inches (3.4 meters)) Last year I cannot remember the amount but it was warm and rained a lot. Not unusual to get a warm up and rain, but used to be unusual for it to last more than a day or two. Last year it was horrible with ice. And I find temperatures just above freezing are the worst. One gets wet either rain, or sweating. If it is below freezing one can dress so much easier.

It is best to not try and predict the future too much, although with climate change one can predict a definite warming trend. Geoff also says Anchorage had a near perfect average yearly temperature of just below freezing, now it is just above freezing and that freezing line makes a huge difference. Cannot always count on being able to enjoy whatever ones desired activity. One has to develop a quiver of different activities, hence winter biking has taken off, and ice skating with its variety of modes (speed, hockey, figure, cruising)

This year has been actually a relief. We had a two day warm up with a bit of rain, but no wind. The snow we made. at the ski jumps, remained and then it was snowed on top making going outside pleasant. Overall the snow was very late in coming though which slowed the skiing activity. Alyeska the local downhill ski area had posted “caution early season conditions” until mid January. I have wrecked a lot of skiis getting out too early. Unknown gullys, ice, sticks, brush and groud create a lot of hazards.

Last week I finally braved going to Alyeska, and it was a total joy to be out and sliding down the slopes on thin planks. Seems though the world wants to get on skiis as fast as they can and the resorts love to open up early. I find though why not wait until conditions are better, warmer, and more daylight. The season hopefully lasts into May, although by then the resorts and a lot of people are ready to move on to other activities. I find spring skiing is the best.

Although far from perfect, Anchorage is a wonderful city. The trail system is acknowledged one of the best in the country, and with hundreds of kilometers of groomed cross country trail. Always seems to surprise people when they travel elsewhere and discover they have to buy a pass to ski or bike. The Nordic Ski Association maintains the trails and encourages donations but paying is voluntary. Of course it would be difficult to collect a daily fee as the trails wind all over Anchorage and their are hundreds if not thousands of entry points.

The community is amazing here. People will make ice hearts and distribute about the trails. Just brightens ones life to find a sculpture hidden amongst the trees. I have not found any this year, but often a local coffee shop will distribute free coffee cards, again hidden along the trails. For New Years someone had gone to a local lake and chain sawed a big circle, which then rotated around. Apparently last year they go so many people on it all were standing ankle deep in water. And coming up is the Tour of Anchorage annual ski race. 50 km starting near our house and traveling up into mountains, down through downtown along Cook Inlet, around airport, and ending at Kincaid Park. A delightful ski, through town and cheering crowds on incredibly groomed trails.I confess I have not done it in 6 years but used to be the highlight of the ski season, for us. Ski alongside Olympic skiers and beginners and awesome scenery.

Thus no grand adventures and travels this winter, but just being here for the winter has been an adventure. All were counting down the days to winter solstice when Anchorage sunrise is at 10:12 am and sunset at 3:41 pm with a high for the sun is about 5 degrees above the horizon, just cruising along the horizon. Currently now the sun gets 12 degrees above the horizon and we gain 5 minutes and 20 seconds of light every day, half way between solstice and the equinox. Hooray. I can’t help it, but I do like sunshine.

And without any grand adventures to post, here are photos from past couple of months here in Anchorage.

New Years Day bike ride to celebrate at a local downtown restaurant.

Cook Inlet New Years day. Supply ships navigating the ice and currents.

Some of crew on New Years bike ride. Standing on the cut out circle of ice

Ice forest decorations at botanical garden.

Not much better than sitting next to a roaring fire, with a good read, looking outside when temperature is -20 degrees exclaiming how much I love winter

Alyeska Ski area top looking out to Turnagain Arm of cook Inlet

Alyeska half way down with a foggy Cook Inlet

View North 150 miles (240 km) with from left -Mt. Russell, Mt. Foraker, Mt. Hunter, and Denali. (only the tall ones named here)

Cubs night at the ski jumps ( new entry level kids. (5 years old)

Creative Heart design of ice and botanicals

View along coastal trail looking at downtown Anchorage along Cook Inlet

Panorama 180 degrees from last picture of sunset and end of International airport runway.

Winter activity

Posted on December 11, 2025December 11, 2025 by J. R. Patee

The pleasure lies not in discovering truth

But in searching for it.

Leo Tolstoy

Winter has arrived in Anchorage. Fall was one of the warmest on record and it just seemed to never cool down. The grass remained green. It was time to progress to winter according to the usual standards. I remember in 1995 we could ski out our door, on 5 October. OK I admit a bit of any anomaly but I declared that is the way it should be. Has not happened since and since the turn of the century, winter is often questionable. It is depressing. We had the SAD light out every morning, and the sunrise came later every day. Finally a trip to Seattle, and when we returned there was snow, and it cooled down. Amazing how our spirits rose. Not only was there snow, and I mean usable skiable snow, but it provided white to reflect the light at night and brighten things up. Our mental attitude vastly improved. Then it got cold, meaning winter was finally here. I say winter consists of three things – dark, cold and snow. If you only have dark that just does not cut it.

Zak melting snow off the snow gun with a propane torch. Last winter November 2024

I volunteer at the ski jumps, and making snow in the fall is a big deal, given the last years of warming trends. Last year, being one of the worst on record for warmups, we had to make snow 4 times, as it melted 3 times with horrible warmups, warm temperatures, and often wind, and sometimes rain, destroying the hard work.

January 13 2025 last winter, after a severe warmup. We did ice skate on it, but no skiing

This year though it got cold and the small downhill ski area near here (Hilltop ski area) and next to the ski jumps began blowing snow. Making snow is a process of spraying huge amounts of water under pressure to build the piles of snow needed. The temperature has to be below 25 degrees F. ( about -6 C) otherwise just water sprays out. The colder the better. At the ski jumps we use the Hilltop water from a local creek but there is only so much they can pump. They have a much larger area to cover and it takes a lot of time, as well as they require almost a meter to cover the lumps, bumps and rocks in the ground, as well as provide enough for potential meltdowns later. Their business model is a bit different than ours so they get preference, as it is their water. (They have to make money, we have to provide fun and activity) Hence when they get enough to cover enough area to open the area for a run or two of skiing, they then let us use one of thirty water connections. It works out good, as we need 3-4 days to cover our area and they require weeks. Good neighbors.

As Hilltop made enough snow for one good run, it was time for us, and it warmed up. Ugh. All snow making ceased. The natural snow and snow they had made remained but no snow making, until it cooled off. Temps went up to the mid 40s (8-9 C)

But after weeks of fretting and worrying, it cooled off again this time cold. The director of the ski jump program, Zak, gave clearance to start making snow. When one starts blowing snow it is a continuous process. Lay out the hoses and electrical cord, and get the snow gun in place. That takes about an hour, as the hoses are 50-150 feet long (15-45 meters) and we lay out nearly 500 feet (150 meters). When the water starts flowing at up to 100 gallons a minute (375 liters/ minute), if for whatever reason it gets turned off or stops flowing it can freeze in the hose within minutes, thus once you stop making snow it is continuous because to shut down is about a 2 hour process, taking hoses back and hanging them to drain and dry.

Ski trails near ski jumps. Awesome cross country skiing and biking

I love volunteering because I get to do useful work and get to do all sorts of stuff I never get to normally do. Plumbing, electrical, carpentry, design, and see the smiles and joy as the kids reap the rewards. Not only physical but mentally with figuring out how things work. We have what one calls a shoestring budget, and everything is very dear in terms of money, hence we are the crew.

The mental aspect is great as we have to not only figure out how to do something, but how to do it safely. Working with heavy equipment, in the cold has its potential problems. Not only is the water at way below freezing temperature, but the snow gun uses 440 volts and has its issues also, as well as the ski jumps have a 35 degree slope to contend with.

Over the years Zak and I have learned some tricks to make it safer and easier, and less tiring. Used to be when we blew snow one had to go and ski pack it closely after it was made, otherwise a hard crust would form over hollow snow. Then we obtained a snow cat 12000 pounds (5400 Kg) of tracked compaction and grooming capacity. One can blow snow into a pile and push it around and smooth it out. Wonderous labor saving device. And hilltop ski area has a night crew so the past two years Zak and I can set the gun for the night and they have offered to watch it. (Requires a minimum of every 2 hour verifying the water is flowing correctly and the fan and compressor are working.) Hence we can go home and sleep and not have to catnap on the floor, as in past.

Snowcat on the outrun pushing snow to appropriate location

Natasha and Jeanne brought dinner to the area

But we began setting up last Thursday and began blowing on Friday. We worked the gun, moving it around as necessary to the appropriate location. It is easier and more efficient to blow in places needed, rather than drag it around. We hoped to be done by Tuesday.

Approaching sunrise after a night of blowing snow. 8:45 am

All worked well, and the small 10 and 20 meter jumps were covered with about a foot of compacted snow (30 cm) . Zak, Natasha (another ski jumping coach) dragged the snow gun up the 40 meter hill pulling the water lines and electrical extension cord along with. It took a huge amount of work to get it down as it had to be pulled down through the new snow. Then the 65 meter hill ( which has a length of 120 meters, plus the runout area).

Working the machine down the 40 meter hill. It is stuck.

Working end of snow gun. Compressed water shoots out the nozzles and is blown by a meter wide fan, blowing it 10-30 meters, allowing the water to freeze hopefully before it hits the ground.

Monday we started working it up the 65 meter hill. We were counting down the distance remaining to go. Then with 35 meters to go (moving it 20 meters at a time) I was working on the hill pulling the water and electrical lines out from under the snow, when there was a loud pop, and the electricity cutoff, only water shooting out of the snow gun. I climbed the hill and turned on the power again, returning to get the lines out from the area now being covered by ice. This time though when I grabbed the extension cord it popped and sparks flew. I later told the boss of Hilltop ski area I was getting bored and his response was “well 480 volts will give you some excitement”)” this time it did not restart as the system had shorted and fuses blown. We had to shut down. Turn off the water, and drain hoses and fix extension cord.

Results of shorting out a 440 volt extension cord. (Lesson learned do not pull the line on extension cords, use the end pieces designed for disconnecting)

an hour after sunset Pix at 4:30 pm. Mt Redoubt.

It took all day Tuesday to repair the line as one has to work systematically in order to find the correct area. Turns out it was on the cord of machine and could not get the broken piece down hill or inside to warmth, thus had to work outside in temperatures around -4 F (-20 C) with fine detail work. Fun! or what I call fun! Why would one sit on a beach with nothing to do when you can do this.

Ski jump practice going on while blowing snow

It was a great relief after several trys when we got new hoses and plugged in the machine and it worked blowing snow. Again we could stand under the new snow coming out of machine being blown at 30-40 mph (50 – 60 km/hr). One comes away covered in an ice layer.

Snow cat in place for final movement of snow gun. 9:30 pm

We managed to get it blown Tuesday evening and set it up to blow a final pile of snow for areas missed. Wednesday Zak shut it down. Afraid I was totally exhausted.

And now winter is in full swing. Of course could use some natural snow, but barring any meltdowns we are set. Past week and forecast for next week is good with temps around zero (-20 C) . Am happy have figured out how to dress for it and let the fun begin. As I walked a trail yesterday there were bikers and skiers out just enjoying the wondrousness of winter. Supposed to be northern lights out last night but my eyelids were closed.

Now I need to go for another walk while the sun is at its peak of 6 degrees above the horizon.

Short week visit Seattle

Posted on November 17, 2025 by J. R. Patee

How lovely it is to do nothing and rest afterwards.
Spanish proverb

Sometimes it seems one must change things up a bit. A vacation like thing. It is here I confess I have fallen for the mileage plan gimmicks of Alaska Airlines. I needed 881 miles to achieve MVP status which gets me free checked baggage and a few inches more of leg room on the sardine tubes with wings. Unfortunately in Alaska, unless you are willing to take numerous days and travel via car and or boat, airplanes are our mode of travel. Often that longer journey is preferred but sometimes you just want to get there. If you want to spend time in Greece you have to go to Greece and skip over there wondrous areas in-between here and there. Alaska Airlines lists the route from Anchorage to Seattle as 1443 miles and about 3 to 3.5 hours plus airport times. As any older person will tell you, it was always better when we were young. I think we just choose to forget all the problems, inconveniences and remember the fond memories. Flying used to be fun and certainly a whole lot easier, or I remember it easier and definitely more fun.

Hence Jeanne and I are in Seattle, just for 4 days. Autumn colors were just past peak and we were visiting friends, walking about. Cities are great for walking. There are a variety of transportation modes to learn and utilize, but walking is for us a top notch way to just view neighborhoods, seeing the various ways people park their cars in garages, or driveways, or street side. We gave up renting a car years ago when in Seattle as crowded, parking impossible, and the train is so much easier. Then we uber/lyft from train station to wherever going. Or if only a mile or 2 just walk.

Not staying at friends opens up the world to explore and gives us our own quiet downtime. Have a good hotel next to Lake Union and get to sit and watch the kayaks, sculls, floatplanes, boats cruise about.

Tuesday was a day to visit Maralyn, a dear friend from Colorado College days numerous decades ago. We recently saw her at French Glen in Oregon. Now retired, she remains an artist, an avid artist. After some computer work updating her computer, hopefully without losing any valuable photo albums, we set off to find a new sculpture by John Grade, called Union Sculpture, along a trail at the Washington Park Arboretum. A delightfully thoughtful piece hanging from the trees. evoking thoughts of forests, fishing, sunlight, who knows what. As Maralyn, Jeanne and I were there staring upward and a lady walks up and says “What’s that”? Maralyn realizing not everyone is into art as she is and says something like “That is art, it is to inspire you” I roughly paraphrase her as I cannot remember exactly what she said. The lady continued on the trail looking upward at the piece, until she passed it and resumed her trail walk.

A wonderful Mexican meal, some cruising about Lake Washington of which Maralyn has had a lifelong admiration for. Dinner at another awesome restaurant along the Lake adding more Colorado College friends.

Wednesday was the day for us to discover Seattle. Having been here numerous times. since 1962, it is always interesting to rediscover. Boeing aircraft started here, and now home to Microsoft, Amazon, and Starbucks. It has grown and suffered growing pains. Diverse, multicultural, and a multitude of activities. , Yet again, Jeanne and I chose the main tourist stuff. We walk the couple miles toward Pikes Market.

Pikes Market used to be a market for fish and groceries now it is a famous tourist attraction market, with seafood displays, and produce and art stalls of home made wares for sale, worthy of a walk through.The city has cleaned up the area a bit from the old dirty streets and made a overpass walkway to the docks, now more tourist stuff, than working docks.

A trip to the ferris wheel, and then the aquarium.

We had hoped to go to Pioneer Square with the variety of activities there, parks, bookstores, and the klondike museum (about the Alaska gold rush to the Klondike which is in Canada). Alas the oyster bar got in the way requiring seafood ingestion, and then we needed a nap. Alas the city is not good for that, but the Washington state ferry was right there, as it is a dock. Hence we hopped on the 1/2 hour ride to Bainbridge, got off , back on and return. Now getting dark, and decided rather than train or walk, we explored the bus service. In the past has been excellent and proved to be the same. 3 blocks from ferry to start and unfortunately I did not know it stopped in front of our hotel, and we got off 200 meters ahead, requiring a walk.

Thursday was Jacqui day, another friend from Colorado College days. She had planned a lunch at her place then a walk about Green Lake near her place. Frank, her boyfriend met us there for a superb meal. Unfortunately it was raining, although I am not sure we noted that until after we had sat, catching up on the time between last visits.

Then to a restaurant Jeanne and I found just wandering the neighborhood a couple of years ago when we stayed at an airBNB nearby. We met our nephew and his wife and yet another stupendous meal. Jacqui and Frank accompanied us on our walk to the restaurant, adding to our time together.

Friday we were too fly home and I am actually excited to fly in the middle of the day instead of the usual 4-5 am arousal time to get to a 6 or 7 am flight. Alas it falls into the category of enjoy yourself now because you know not what is around the corner. For some reason my body decided to rebel against some foreign invader, probably picked up on a handrail, random wall, table, bench, whatever. No one else got it, but I realized I did not want to be on a plane or even more so, the passengers on that plane did not want me on it. Jeanne changed our reservations first to later in the afternoon, then to Saturday. It reminded me of the time in ‘South America bike ride when suddenly one night I became violently ill and spent the night in a campground shower. Ugh Wrote about that in this blog “Existence” occurring on 2 November 2014.

Saturday we arose felt good and walked the 2 kilometer (1.2 miles) to the train, had the easiest time ever going through TSA. I think it was a compliment when the agent said the government would like to clone me for going through so easy. Not sure that is a compliment, but prior the Seattle airport has always been one of my worst TSA experiences.

Getting there early to allow for TSA we had time and got some Orange chicken and rice for lunch. It came with a fortune cookie.

Adventure is not on the outside

It is inside

Fortune cookie

Wisconsin

Posted on October 4, 2025 by J. R. Patee

Thinking is difficult, that is why most people judge.

Karl Jung

Traveling is always an iffy business. Generally, animals face their highest risks while traveling on migration. And I feel much the same when traveling. Things do not always go as expected. From Carson City, and a wonderful visit with friends there, we went to Reno to fly to Chicago. Unfortunately, Alaska Airlines’ flight was delayed 3 hours, which put us into Seattle at the same time our plane to Chicago took off. In their generosity, AlaskaAir was going to rebook us to Chicago, arriving at 5:30 a.m. That sort of voided the hotel, which was already paid for and meant no sleep for the baseball game. Jeanne is a Sapphire, Gold member with Alaska Airlines and got on the phone. Using her sugar and spice attitude, she managed to rearrange us on American Airlines to Phoenix and onto Chicago, arriving at the same time as the first flight.

This trip started with Maralyns invitation, in May, to go to Frenchglen. Then my cousin, Tom, visited us this past summer, and said we should come to his cabin on Pine Lake in wisconsin. He sweetened the offer with a baseball game at Wrigley Field. From there the trip progressed to include visitations of various friends and relatives scattered in the area. Seems we know a fair number of people, whom we keep in contact with.

Arrived Chicago, Friday at 12:30 am, train to hotel, and my cousin Tom picked us up at 11 am. We had lunch and onto the baseball game. Chicago Cubs vs the St.Louis Cardinals, an old rivalry. I had been to one professional game in my life in 1991, but had to leave due to an illness. I was excited.

Wrigley Field Chicago Cubs vs. St. Louis Cardinals

We walked in just as the national anthem begun. Wrigley field is one of two iconic baseball fields in the United States, Fenway park in Boston being the other. Holds approximately 45,000 people which is a lot of energy. Apparently much of its charm is it is not a big megalopolis complex but a neighborhood baseball field. Parking is about the neighborhood. I like baseball, but am far from a diehard fan and especially not a tribal member. I just like good baseball. Jeanne grew up in St.Louis and Tom is a diehard Cubs fan so was interesting. The game was awesome, with the energy, watching the goings on, especially with home runs, scores, changes in innings, the singing, the cheering. The 7th inning stretch, the final winning celebratory song, and of course the the beer, which cost $15 per beer, but I wanted the whole experience and it was 91 degrees F (32.8 C), and we were in the sun. Enjoyable to watch the players setting up in their positions. I thought they were checking their phones, but they were checking the stats of the batter.

Then off to my cousins place, an hour out of town, and spent the night. Great to catch up. He had visited us this past summer, but now on his turf. Always interesting to see people in their own environment. His wife Ilona ws caring for her agin father from Hungary, and was unable to attend baseball or the cabin, but delightful to see her, meet her father, and see the farm.

Saturday was to be a big day. We started, with an hour drive south, to Jeanne’s cousin who had just moved from their house of 54 years into an apartment complex. They were quite appreciative, that we had come to visit, despite it only being a couple hours.

Then back north and to Eau Claire, Wisconsin, with more visiting. This time, some friends of ours and parents of a ski jump coach in Anchorage. We saw where Natasha grew up and became Natasha. A 50-meter ski jump in the backyard. But alas, the visit is short, as the day is progressing. I do not drive as well at night, so I am trying to get to the lake cabin before dark. It was good visit though.

We made it to the cabin on Pine Lake only an hour after dark, avoiding the evening deer, wandering the forest roads. My sister, had arrived from Montana and her family, 4 hours earlier, guiding us by flashlight the final few hundred feet of rough road. Tom , my cousin, arriving shortly before her, not having to stop and visit along the way.

The cabin was built in 1933 by my Aunt Shirleys Uncle Henry. There is actually a UTube video of it of 1933 quality. (Construction of Pine Lake cottage 1933) It has passed down through the family, and Tom currently has it. He is a very gracious person, host, and we felt very welcome. We just explored, walking, going out on the boat, several loons coming out to meet us. Occasionally diving under the boat swimming incredibly gracefully.

One delightful morning my sister and I took the boat out and watched the sun rise. Incredible woods with colors just beginning to change, with the variety of trees. Maple, white pine, ash, birch, larch, and others unidentified by me.

Evening found us playing the game of aggravation. This is a board game played by our family for generations. Currently nearly all farmily members have a board made by some member of the family. I have never seen a commercial game similar. We probably played a dozen games over the three days.

Day three was another cubs baseball game and Tom is an avid follower. For me it was not the same. Pure baseball with no seeing the in-between stuff. You don’t see in between innings. The seventh inning stretch was a commercial. The announcer explaining every move so very little thought as to what was happening. Ok I am being negative. It just was not the same as in person, although good baseball. Apparently Eddie Veder led the seventh inning song.

Practicing Being Old (my niece Sara defining us)

Then time to depart, oh sweet sorrow again. As is often the case sometimes a short visit is better than too long, as it leaves you wanting to come back for more. But traveling on, this time to Zak’s parents on the Michigan – Wisconsin border. a 4 hour drive. It all seems so close when looking at a map from a long ways away, but in reality the world is a big place.

Arriving early evening, Mike and Carol took us out to a local “supper club”. Apparently that is a Wisconsin thing. I am always fascinated by local traditions and culture. I was amazed at the prices. $12.00 for a 8 oz steak with full baked potato and salad. $140 for 4 people with alcohol for dinner. At home that would be double that.

Hammill visit Jeanne, Carol, Mike, J. R.

Thursday, Mike and Carol took us on a tour of the area. Various industries, places they had lived, and of course the Pine Mountain ski jump complex. A 120 meter jump, Olympic size only set up for winter jumping. Fascinating to see other jumps, construction style and materials. More ideas.

Returned to their home and we were going to head out for a little river excursion on the Menamenee River behind their house. No boat for all 4 of us, but decided on two small boats with 2 hp motors. While Mike got some gas for motors and other stuff, it fell upon me to just test out the boats. First one worked great, second one he warned me his concerns. I thought he said the motor was difficult but what he said was the boat was tippy and difficult. Whatever. In I go after checking out the first boat. Just 30 meters upriver and return. Did great, turned around, but alas the seating was difficult to drive the motor and I turned myself in the boat. This threw off the balance, which I did not expect and over I went. The boat and motor completely tipped over on top of me. I easily got out from under, was able to stand and pushed it into the proper upright position. Unfortunately, completely full of water with the motor submerged. On shore I hear Carol and Jeanne laughing hysterically. I think they may have peed their pants laughing so hard. I pulled the boat back in, emptied it out but the motor was soaked.

It seemed our river trip was not to be. I was totally soaked along with wallet and phone. Instead of river trip we opted to sit around the fire, just enjoying the evening.

Share airport train from car rental to airport

A few adventures during the night, then a long drive back to OHare airport and two long flights home to Anchorage. Arrived at 3 am and fell into bed exhausted, but full of memories of friends and family.

Frenchglen, Oregon weekend

Posted on September 24, 2025September 25, 2025 by J. R. Patee

Failure is where we learn the most.

Faith Dickey (professional highliner)

My friend Maralyn is a friend from Seattle. I first met her as a freshman in Colorado College. This happened, shall we say, over 50 years ago. She is as I describe, a poor starving artist who is one of the most delightful people you could ever meet. She has gone to this little hotel in Frenchglen, Oregon for over 40 years as a little retreat. This year she invited us and we made the time available, mid to end September. I checked for reservations and alas very full, and this was May_June. Geez who thinks that far ahead? But got them and on waiting list for Friday night, which was successful two weeks prior to our arrival.

Then, one of my cousins, while visiting this summer said we needed to come visit, enticing us with a baseball game at Wrigley Field, in Chicago. I have been to one- half of a game in St, Louis. OK-it seemed we could tack it on to the Frenchglen trip. Then there is the “family cabin which my cousin Tom has in mid Wisconsin, not too far. Well the trip has ballooned into a huge visiting people. to be revealed. Jeanne flew into San Francisco, rented a car, and drove to a friends house to visit in Gilroy, the garlic capital of the world. Then to friends near Yosemite National Park where she worked and lived for 4 years. Two days there and on to another friend who used to live in Alaska and now is a campground host.

Jeanne picked me up in Reno, Nevada Thursday night. Friday we drove to Frenchglen, a small unincorporated town in southern Oregon. It is near the Malheur Wildlife refuge. A drive of about 380 miles(611 kilometer) made in about 6 1/2 hours, stopping Winnemucca, Nevada to visit more friends. Driving north, I recognized the area as a desert. It was transitioning into high desert, similar to Southern Idaho where I spent grades 1-8 going to school there.

Frenchglen hotel

I did learn that it is not really what I called a high desert – sagebrush, cold winters, hot summers, very dry. It is not a desert which by definition is very little precipitation. Frenchglen gets about 15” (38cm) of precipitation a year, similar to(slightly less) than Anchorage, Salt Lake City. Seattle gets about 40″ (101cm). It snows a lot in the winter in Frenchglen and the Steens Mtn. scenic loop does not open until late May or later, due to snow. Turns out sagebrush requires too much water to live in a desert. Thus the area is actually called a shrub steppe. Whoopee.

We stayed at the Frenchglen hotel, registered on the National Historic register since 1924. A delightful place, although as with old wooden hotels, one wants to check the fire escapes when you move in. Meals are family style, which leads to wonderful conversations, with what I would call an eclectic group. There were several artists. They worked in oils, watercolors, and wood. A couple worked in environmental areas. They also occasionally worked in theatre as performers and directors. A seismologist, a geologist, and an architect were also present. One lady had worked in Los Angeles as an accountant. She tired of being inside, and her family was in Oregon. She quit her job, became a truck driver, and moved near Astoria, Oregon. A variety of people and delightful conversations.

The last morning, Maralyn and I were watching the sunrise from the front porch when a pickup truck pulled up. An apparent local then came in, and Maralyn and I hit him up before the front door was closed. Delightful character answering our numerous questions concerning ranching in the area. His job for the day was transporting 3 truckloads of hay to a ranch farther north. The big round rolls of hay. We learned a huge amount about hay and bailing it up, transporting for the winter. The coffee finally finished, and we all had to precede with our day.

But driving there one looks out and goes “there is nothing here, what have I signed up for” But I knew it is a “desert”, and what there is there, is definitely hiding and one has to look to see. Deserts are full of life. You just have to open up. Look as if you were in the desert, not as a human. Fascinating places but these areas require a change of attitude to see the glories.

The first day everyone proceeded to their own destinations. First I queried the geologist on the local geology. Geologists are generally incredibly passionate about geology, and almost always are willing to share their knowledge. This one very much so. I got a quick and dirty semi advanced geology lesson of lava flows, basalts, and such.

Jeanne and I drove the Center Patrol Road (CPR) sort of down the middle of Blitzen River Valley. Stopping to view turkey vultures, ranches, the river, drainage ditches, and efforts to control invasive critters and weeds.

Then came the visitor center at Malheur wildlife refuge. the visitor center was closed, not for lack of visitors or any known reason. But the book store and nature center was open and the volunteer there was delightful and informative.

We proceeded to the narrows between some ponds and viewed all sorts of birds. I am not much at identifying birds, but it is fascinating watching them. We hoped to see the western grebes dancing across the top of the water. Unfortunately, they just wanted to run about the water. Stopped at Diamond Craters Outstanding Natural Areas too view volcanic result

Sunday, Maralyn and Mary, who attended Colorado College with me and have maintained close contact ever since, along with Jeanne, drove the Steens Mountain Loop. The road is a 60 mile (100 k) loop. It goes from Frenchglen, which is at 4200 feet elevation (1280 meters), and rises to 9500 feet (2895 meters). Several canyons originate near the summit ridge. The aspen trees were beginning to change colors. But the best part was to spend a wondrous day with these three ladies.

Boxed Lunchs

Monday, most people were departing, making room for a new set of visitors. Jeanne and I headed south. We went off course once to visit the Alvord Desert. It’s below Steens Mountain on the opposite side from Frenchglen. Stopped at Fields at the one store and got a milk shake. A repeat of the drive up, a long 6 hour drive to Reno. We visited Neva, who had come up to visit this summer. We delivered a photo book and video of her trip to Alaska this past summer. She is 13 years old and had spent 10 days with us.

It was a long day. I fell asleep early and long. Now in Carson City, Nevada visiting another good friend.

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	Maralyn Crosetto on Planes, Trains, and autom…
	Maralyn Crosetto on Yukon River
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	Karen Copley on Yukon River

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