Hippy Camp

Lilly attended an array of week-long summer performance camps for a solid month after kindergarten ended: musical theater, acrobat, acting, artcetera. Feeling envious by mid-July, we joined her on a traveling camp through Oregon's hippy roots.

To start, Bunny booked us into a teepee village retreat in the Santiam foothills outside of Eugene. An idyllic setting for a family getaway into nature topped off by two lovely semi-retired owners who whip up massive plates of paella and clay-oven pizzas on summer nights in their outdoor kitchen. Our first teepee experience was more akin to luxury than primitive camping.

The Chief Seattle teepee sits on the banks of a bubbling creek, and within minutes of arriving, Lilly discovered a rusted yet ornate old relic from the upstream mining ghost town of Wendling. After waking from a refreshing night in the teepee, we headed to the annual Oregon Country Fair on the opposite side of Eugene despite an uncommon morning thunderstorm and resulting downpour.

Established 40 years ago on the land of Merry Prankster Hall-of-Famer Ken Kesey, this family-friendly Fair much more resembles a Fairy world than the typical 4-H County aFFair. Vaudeville acts, circuses, musicians, estranged entertainers and hand-crafted artisans are tucked away into an enchanting oak forest where Lilly's been letting her imagination run wild for the past four years.

From Eugene, we headed up the storied McKenzie River to Breitenbush Hot Springs for a little R&R. While the Oregon Country Fair relives the summer of '69 for a single weekend every year, the folks at Breitenbush have been rocking it steady 24/7 since the '70s.

We typically visit these hot springs in Spring or Autumn, but Bunny had a hankering for a midsummer visit. The timing was perfect as a handful of families leaving the Country Fair had the same bright idea. Lilly befriended a few new pals including another Lilly (short for Lillian), and on our last steamy hot summer day, Lillian joined us for a hike up to the volcanic views atop Triangulation Peak. In concordance with their namesake, we passed no less than five species of blooming lillies along the way: Beargrass, Rhododendron, Trillium, Cascade and an intoxicating, fragrant patch of never-before-seen-by-our-eyes traditional lillies smack dab on top of the summit!

Later that night, I got lost in the Milky Way galaxy and healing waters of the Breitenbush Silence pool as the moon rose on the horizon. Maybe it was something in the water, but I think the stars aligned as revelations flowed from the midnight sky.

By the time we returned to Portland, Wubby had acquired three mini-dreadlocks, and we were all long overdue for a heavy duty shower. Cheers to a legacy of Peace & Love!

Let's Ride!

Last weekend, Pedalpalooza wrapped-up after three weeks of non-stop zany events throughout town celebrating the arrival of the summer bicycling season. With Wubby's wobbly head barely filling a little tyke helmet, we limited our participation in Pedalpalooza '09 to a handful of events - including The
Sprockettes' perennial mobile dance pArTaY and Hawt-Pink Hot-Damn B-B-Que.

For three years (and counting), Lilly has immersed herself right into Portland's all-girl-all-hot pink performance troupe. But this year was different as she learned to ride earlier in the week and left her training wheels at home. Also, she was accompanied by Holden,

her daredeevil two-wheeled wonderfriend from kindergarten. Check out the sidebar video of their post-BBQ bike ride at Peninsula Park.

Holden inspired us all - cranking out 4-miles of Sprockette parading and escapading with nary a complaint nor stop.

Holden & Lilly have a great natural chemistry together and feed off eachother's acrobatic routines. After a big dose of Sprockette empowerment, there was no shortage of new stunts choreographed on the playground AND on their long ride home...fortunately sans injury!

Goin' on Vacation

In Lilly's final kindergarten class, the kids picked fortunes for their future careers. Not surprisingly, her fortune predicted, "You will make a movie."

After class I took Lilly out for sushi where she found a fortune cookie. Her second fortune-of-the-day read, "Now is the right time to go to the coast." Sure enough, we packed up our family wagon the next day and bee-lined for the Mason County coastline.

At the far southern end of the Hood Canal we found a fishermen's cabin with oodles of charm and kitsch, The Changing Tides. Within minutes of arriving, we stepped onto the rickety deck and witnessed a bald eagle dive into the estuary before us and snag a fish from the sparkling water with its massive talons. Moments later, that poor sucker went to heaven and was reincarnated into pure EAGLE matter. As if our journey couldn't get any better, Lilly then found a surprise swimming pool to complement the hot summer day!

To say, this land is "spiritual" is certainly an understatement. The estuary is literally filled with wildlife as the tides push and pull through its brackish waters. The Skokomish Native American Reservation is only a few steps away, and reading through a handbook of old stories from the Hood Canal, we learned of a traditional ancient Skokomish burial site on the far side of the estuary in Potlatch. This revelation touched us deeply as the ashes of Roger, Bunny's father, were spread at Potlatch 14 years ago. Jolly Roger's atoms now ciruclate throughout this sacred land. We ended the night soaking up the sunset and entering our vacation reverently.

The next day was cloudy but perfect for an adventure into the Olympic rainforest. We hiked up Staircase, where Roger would take his family 30 years ago to experience the great outdoors of the Pacific Northwest.

The rest of the evening was filled with reflections on family set to the backdrop of the majestic Olympic Range.

On our next day of vacation, we hiked down into the Forest Theater where Bunny's family would watch plays in the 1980s. This outdoor theater, set in an ancient rhododendron and fir forest, has been operating continuously since the beginning of the last century. For their 2009 season, we caught 

Seussical The Musical - perfect timing since Lilly began reading and writing in kindergarten and recently picked up Dr. Seuss' rhyming tales. She wrote a letter to share with the cast, "Dr. Seuss, Thank You For Teaching Me How To Read. Love, Lilly Star."

Finally, on our last day, we bid farewell to the swarms of bald eagles and a way-cute but not-so-friendly little otter nestled beneath the deck.

And then stretched out the summer sun playing in Olympia, Bunny's hometown. How's that for a trip down the Mason Memory Lane!

Goin' on STAYcation

Since the last round of ankle surgery, life has been lo-key and generally lagging behind on extracurriculars (like bicycling and blogging)... a middle-age test of patience. 

Today, we head North to the Puget Sound's Hood Canal to celebrate Lilly's last day of kindergarten with a few days of vacation.  We originally planned this trip for Memorial Day weekend.  Ever since returning to an office career, I feel much pressure to get out of town during three-day weekends even though the freeways are jam-packed and finding a decent accommodation is a royal pain.  So for the Memorial holiday, we wisely decided to go-with-the-flow on a low-carbon STAYcation right here in sunny Stumptown.

Staycation Day 1 - SOUTHEAST PORTLAND.

TGIF started with making pizzas at our neighbors' and a tentative plan to catch the Rose Festival Fireworks at the Waterfront.   By the end of the evening, our crew was ready to crash except Lilly and I.   At dusk, we found a desolate spot in the SE industrial area to view the skyshow without battling the crowds.  Stepping out of the van, we looked across the street and were surprised to find our family friends Mike, Kate, Lucia and Hazel.  Lucia and Lilly were in music classes as little tykes and spent the last year in kindergarten together, too.  They enjoyed the magic of the moment dancing in the back of the van and marveling at Portland's grandest firework display of the year.  

Staycation Day 2 - SOUTHWEST PORTLAND

After a morning filled with house chores, we bussed it downtown with our neighbor Jocey to a screening of The Great Muppet Caper at the Portland Art Museum.  Jocey is Lilly's hands-down favorite babysitter and they're hooked on old Muppet Show episodes.  

Jocey is also an Art Museum volunteer, 

so needless to note, the timing was perfect and the movie was FUNtastic.  Lilly loves all the Muppets but we share the same favorite:  Animal, the wild and crazy drummer who grunts in place of words and can't be contained by anyone or anything.  

From the Art Museum, we stopped by the Central Library for a book exchange and then headed over to The Nines for happy hour.   The fancy-schmancy modern lobby level of Portland' first five-star hotel is a wonderfully daylit atrium highlighting the original character of the old Meier & Frank department store.  It's also an echo chamber that amplifies the screams of three-month old babies.   

Nerve-wracked and still thirsty, we headed to the top floor for fresh air at Skylab's Departure.   Despite being ultra-swanky and a bit pretentious, I love this new bar for its rooftop deck and panoramic views of the surrounding area.  Outdoors and exposed to the elements, it's a transcendental natural experience smack-dab in the heart of Portland.  Plus, we could relax a little as Wubby's cries got lost into the white noise of the City.

Staycation Day 3 - NORTHWEST Portland

More chores in the morning followed by an adventure into the Great Northwest (Portland). 

We started with Starflower deliveries to the PNCA graduation ceremonies and sipping lattes from the new Barista microespressohouse in the Pearl District.   For lunch, we visited a chic French bakery on Nob Hill where the heavy cream-and-cheese-filled pastry case intstantly transported us into gastronomic paradise.  Across the street, we shopped for groceries at the upscale Food Front Coop - as opposed to our normal weekly trip to People's hippy Coop on the opposite side of town.  By this time, we were deeply immersed in yuppieville - but, hey we're on Staycation, right?

Returning to PNCA in the afternoon for the annual thesis show, we visited with old friends and admired the art created by the class of '09.  Many of the stellar graduating students were in my last Natural Science class at PNCA.   

2009 was also the first graduating class from the PNCA Master of Fine Art program (coinciding with the completion of my own Master of Environmental Management degree), and we immersed ourselves into an interactive party machine created by one of the grads - imagine a tornado of multi-colored confetti!  It was also a pleasure to reconnect with many of the PNCA faculty and staff - my professional community for seven years.

  

Last weekend, I had a series of connections to PNCA with a Father/Son theme when Bunny had two flower deliveries ordered for PNCA professors who lost their fathers.  I delivered both arrangements and visited with their families.   On my way back home, I stopped by the 6th birthday party for Holocene (a music venue where Bunny provided floral designs for many years) and ran into Doug, an old friend from PNCA.  He shared a sweet story about a recent road trip with his 82-year old father.  And then inside Holocene, the club's owner and I talked about academic sabbaticals, middle-age and a three-week winter trip to India he's planning for his father.  With my Dad arriving for Father's Day in a couple of weeks and considering my Uncle's battle against cancer, this series of community connections resonated deeply.

Staycation Day 4 - NORTHEAST Portland

We finished a final round of chores in the morning.  A nice benefit of STAYcation is returning to a clean home.  Lilly nicknamed our house 'The Happiness Hotel' for the weekend as we realized that vacation is more defined by our perception in the moment rather than arriving into some foreign destination.   

On Memorial Day, we headed up to NE Alberta for a Mexican meal at La Bonita.  Maybe it was the lard in the frijoles, or the afterglow from three straight days of fiesta, but by Monday we burned out.  

As Bunny joked, "We need a VACATION from the staycation."  

So, after lunch, we cruised along Marine Park Drive admiring the Columbia River and distant panoramas of the Cascade peaks - eventually napping at Bridal Veil on a sunny patch of grass overlooking the Gorge just east of NE Portland.