Monday, 8 October 2012

Alaska – the phenomenal last frontier.


On Wednesday August 29th, we embarked on our seven-day Alaskan cruise which was to take us from Vancouver to Ketchikan, Juneau, Skagway, Glacier Bay, College Fjord and Whittier.

Our voyage.

Relaxing on the balcony before departure in Vancouver.
When I began writing this blog entry we were only three days in and I had already settled nicely into the retiree lifestyle (for those who don’t know, Alaskan cruises are notorious for being “old people” cruises). I’d started my day with All-Bran for breakfast, we played bingo after lunch, I’d napped daily between 3 and 4, and we were drinking ‘old-fashioned’ cocktails before dinner; Don Draper style.  
Enjoying an Old Fashioned - our cruise drink of choice.
A view over one of our two pools.
A quest to confirm or dispel a few myths about our older human counterparts …

Well, this wasn’t my primary intention of course, though I couldn’t help but make some general observations about my fellow cruise passengers over the seven-day course of our journey. Here’s what I found in point form:

·      Myth: One should underestimate an old person. Old = slow and fragile.  
False! Never underestimate an oldie – they’re cunning and they’ll cut corners and lines to get ahead. Believe me, it happened to me several times over the course of seven days; particularly around the buffets. Old people are also really pushy buggers – always rushing to get somewhere. I really had to stand my ground a few times (again, in the buffet line, but also in tour lines too).

·      Myth: Old people like to sleep in late.
False! Oldies wake up a lot earlier than you think. I know old people like mornings but I never knew just how much until I tried to sneak into the gym “early” (a respectable 7am) to find one solitary treadmill left. Phew! My older counterparts were already pumping iron and putting themselves through their daily paces well before 7!

·      Myth: Old people are not very good with technology. They avoid it like the plague.
True and False. Well, I’m surprised to report they don’t seem to avoid technology like the plague. In fact, I found it hard to get a spot on one of the computers most of the time. They’re actually a lot more willing to embrace technology than I thought. This said, I can’t count the number of times I heard them talking to one another about being so scared they’d broken something on the computer (this is where the “not very good” part comes in).

·      Myth: It’s hard for young people to make friends with old people on cruises.  True. Not for the reasons you might think. While we had a number of social “group” sitting dinners with our fellow passengers (and enjoyed their company immensely for the most part … until they started talking about where they were when man first walked on the moon and we really had nothing to contribute to the conversation…) we found it difficult to “make friends” because a day or two after we’d dined with these people we’d run into them elsewhere on the ship, attempt to say hello and start a conversation, only to be met with completely blank stares. Clearly, they’d forgotten who we were. Equally funny and awkward.

·      Myth: All old people are empathetic and compassionate.
False. Not long after we boarded the ship, the captain announced our departure was to be delayed by an hour or so because approximately 40 passengers had not yet arrived at the terminal as their plane flight to Vancouver was delayed. Well, you should have heard the scene these oldies caused! The captain’s announcement was met with cranky groans and grunts, as well as shameless rhetorical questions asked aloud – “What? Why? On the 70 (or some other absurd number) cruises I’ve been on before they’ve never waited for people who are late!” “Why should we have to wait?” “Humph!” Sheesh oldies. Show some compassion – not quite sure why they were in such a rush, being retired and all.

While cruising was a welcome departure from our normal, busier, more spontaneous way of travel, I’m not sure I see it as a viable regular alternative. While it’s nice to embark on a completely planned, organized, hassle free journey, it’s certainly not something I could do all the time. For the most part, I felt a little like I was in a herd of cattle, being shuffled and ordered here and there in a very strict regiment. I can certainly see the benefits for older people and completely understand their attraction to this form of vacation. However, the hordes of tacky souvenir shops and cheap nasty jewelry stores (all owned by the cruise ship companies of course) were a bit too overwhelming for me and made the experience of these first few scheduled stops a little contrived and inauthentic. At times I didn’t feel as though I was experiencing the “real” town until we made sure to get away from the first few main shopping streets where the cruise ships would dock. Funnily enough the locals in many of these places appeared, to me, to view cruise ships and their passengers with distain, though I don’t believe many of these towns would have a chance in hell at survival without them. Ironic really. Nevertheless, I think we made the most of our time on the ship and certainly enjoyed the many benefits that are associated with cruising – it’s certainly the most convenient, cost effective means to see a number of Alaskan towns over a short period of time – so for the budget and time conscious traveller, I would certainly recommend a cruise as the best course of travel. If I had my time again (and if we had more time and money, naturally) I would definitely have added a trip to Denali National Park and visits to Fairbanks and Prince William Sound in … maybe even more of Alaska now I know just how amazing this place is … but I’ll get to that later.

Stop 1: Ketchikan

Our first stop was at a town called Ketchikan. Thankfully we were very fortunate to have good weather here – beautiful blue skies and a relatively warm day. In fact, after boarding the ship in the afternoon we spent the rest of our time sunbaking and reading on the deck. In Ketchikan we took a local city tour – we visited the famous salmon ladder, a prime viewing spot for local brown bears (we saw none!), saw bald eagles (including a baby bald eagle) and visited the local totem pole park – totem poles are super impressive up close! 

The Salmon Ladder.
Totem park in Ketchikan.

Steven taste-tests salmon jerkey.
The Island Princess docked in Ketchikan.
A view over Ketchikan.
Enjoying the sunshine!
Stop 2: Juneau – the capital of Alaska.

Fun fact: you can only visit Juneau via plane or boat. Juneau is a smaller town in comparison to Ketchikan. Unfortunately the weather here wasn’t too great for us but we decided we’d take a whale watching and glacier tour here anyway as we had an entire day. It was cold, rainy and freezing. Actually, I don’t think I’ve been that freezing since Banff in December/January last year (and this is just the end of Alaska summer!). While whale watching we saw a few humpbacks and some sea lions too which was pretty cool. We then went to Mendenhall Glacier and saw the waterfall nearby. We finished the day drenched and freezing but sufficiently warmed up with some crab bisque from the King Crab Shack before heading back to the ship and defrosting ourselves with hot showers, red wine and movies.

Cheeky Sea Lion played up for the cameras.
All rugged up. Juneau was FREEZING!!
Humpback whales.
A sampling of the icebergs we saw at Mendenhall Glacier.
More Mendenhall Glacier icebergs.
Steven vs the giant waterfall at Mendenhall Glacier.
King Crab Shack - best crab bisque!
Steven poses with the King Crab pot.
Stop 3: Skagway

Arriving in Skagway, a tiny town with a population of approximately 920, we took a trip on the White Pass & Yukon Route Railroad over the US/Canada border and into the Yukon. Thankfully the rain held off for the most part during our stay in Skagway and although it was a little foggy outside, Steven managed to take some great photos of the beautiful views that abounded. Truly stunning scenery here – it’s amazing just to sit back and take everything in. Awe-inspiring and so beautiful – the majority untouched by humanity, which, as we surveyed the divine clear glacier-fed lakes, is how I wish more of the world could be.

After the train trip we spent some time wandering around cruise ship “town” and we took off on a hike around local Lower Lake and Ice Lake – hoping, again, to spot a rogue bear but unfortunately we didn’t see one. We did see a squirrel. While it didn’t make up for not seeing a bear, it was still pretty cute. The steep hike also enabled us to witness beautiful views of more pristine, untouched wilderness, but also views of the small town below, which I can only imagine, would be cold and very isolated in winter. 

Hopping on the train for our expedition!
The train.
Some train views. Photos do not do any of this justice.
Ice Lake - the reward for our Skagway hike.
Stop 4: Glacier Bay

Unfortunately we weren’t blessed with the best weather for this portion of our journey, but despite the foggy, rainy conditions we still managed to enjoy our day cruising around Glacier Bay. Equipped with beanies, hoodies and blankets, we occupied some covered sun lounges and stubbornly attempted to peer through the thick flog that shrouded the Bay  - as if the harder I peered, the more likely the cloud would be to dissipate! Sadly, this was not the case. Of course it would’ve been great to have really clear, beautiful weather but that’s the luck of the draw with these cruises and we tried not to dwell on the negatives. The glaciers that we did see were incredible – in both grandeur and scale.

The following day we were scheduled to spend another day of cruising – this time at the College Fjord. Unfortunately, due to a serious windstorm that was approaching the coast, the Captain had to veto this trip and dock the ship early in Whittier. Again, this was a bit of a bummer but these things can’t be helped. 

A sample of the glacier views...


 

Arrival in Anchorage

Arriving in anchorage was like stepping back in time – the vast majority of the buildings in the central, downtown area appeared quite old, though not dilapidated. I guess there’s probably only a very small window of opportunity for construction here, given the nature of the weather. Everything is fairly flat in this central area and nothing we witnessed was too “high rise”. Interestingly, there are no residential building codes in Anchorage (and yes, you can tell!) – so basically people can build whatever kind of house they want, as long as it’s able to withstand the weather conditions.

We only had a day and a half to spend in Anchorage before we were due to fly out to Las Vegas so we decided we’d try and make the most of it. Given our lack of wildlife sightings on the cruise itself, we agreed our best bet would be to hire a car and drive down the scenic Seward Highway (now, we’ve managed to drive quite a few scenic highways during our time here – but this has to be one of the most picturesque I’ve ever experienced) to the Alaska Wildlife Conservation Centre – if the wildlife wouldn’t come to us, we’d go to them! As luck would have it, on our way to the wildlife centre a black bear ran across the highway just behind our car. So, like the nutcase tourists we are, we pulled over and jumped out of the car hoping to get a picture. By the time we located him though, he managed to quickly run back across the road. Reinvigorated in our quest for wildlife, we hopped back in the car and continued on our journey.

The Alaska Wildlife Conservation Centre is an organization that serves as a refuge for injured wildlife that cannot be released back into the wild for a number of reasons, so I was completely fine with it, given the circumstances. Spending the day at the wildlife centre was an amazing experience. We saw brown and black bears, ox, deer, lynx, eagles and moose, amongst other animals.  Fortunately it was a pretty quiet day at the centre, so we able to get up really close to the animals. While I say it was quiet, we did encounter one particularly crazy lady, who managed to barge her way through everyone else to take photos during the lynx feeding time and then proceeded to talk like a parrot to the bald eagle. Yes. She did.





Enthralled. Absolutely in my element.
On our way home from the wildlife refuge we pulled off the highway to explore a wetlands area which was stunning, but extremely cold. For dinner, we visited the Brewhouse and indulged in Alaskan King Crab – amazing! It’s pretty expensive but it is absolutely worth it, and not just for the novelty. Sadly I can’t say I’m a superb eater of crab. Actually, I think Steven spent the majority of dinner cringing as he watched me slowly and meticulously pick the tiniest pieces of crab out of its shell. On the few occasions I managed to pull a decent sized piece of meat out of a leg in one, whole, portion, the momentous achievement was met with his cheers and applause. 

Absolutely beautiful but....
Extremely cold!!
Dinner at the Brewhouse, Anchorage.
My dinner of Alaskan King Crab. Delish!
One could be forgiven for mistaking Alaska as part of Canada – not just the breathtaking natural beauty that abounds, but the friendliness of the people, and how Alaskans seem more cognizant and respectful of the environment than the average American. I lost track of the number of times Steven and I both uttered the words “I can’t believe this isn’t Canada”. I spent the majority of my time in Alaska just awestruck at the natural, organic beauty of this place – largely untouched by human hands, which is the way it should be. The scenery and wilderness at every turn of your head is breathtakingly beautiful and majestic. Alaska is certainly ecologically and aesthetically blessed and I am so thankful I had the opportunity to experience it during my time abroad. 

Next stop: Las Vegas!

(More images of our Alaska trip can be found here)

Saturday, 15 September 2012

To Penticton and beyond…


This morning I woke up to Steven proclaiming today was “the beginning of the end”. And I thought I was the glass half empty pessimist in this relationship!

As I pen this latest blog update I’m sitting in the back of Dave’s car which is packed solid with anything and everything Ironman related. The boys have “just ducked in” to Speed Theory (the local bike store) to pick up some Pit Stop and I quote, “perve on the bikes”. So I’ve been relegated to the role of ‘Bike Custodian’ and, consequently, I’m sitting here absolutely paranoid some degenerate is going to steal the bikes (or the equally expensive race wheels) off the back of the car. I’m giving myself severe neck strain turning around every time I hear the slightest creak.

Today we embark on our road trip to Penticton (yes, with beef jerky and pretty much an entire grocery store on hand), which will take about five hours. It’s funny how our perception of a “big road trip” has changed over the past two years. Back in Australia it was not uncommon for us to veto a coast trip because an hour in the car to and from the coast was unfathomable. And now? We don’t blink at a drive to the Okanagan. Anyway, the main reason for our visit is Ironman Canada which takes place this Sunday, August 26th. Steven and Dave are both competing and I’ll be joined by Missy, Dave B and two other friends later this week to form the Team Cranelow support crew. We’ve got some fun things planned and the weather (fingers crossed) is supposed to be smiling on us so it should be a good weekend. A good weekend made all the better with both boys crossing the finish line and then a celebratory wine tour on Tuesday!

To keep you all updated, post-Ironman, our plans include a week of cruising to Alaska, followed by a flight to Las Vegas and a return road trip to Yosemite National Park in California. We then return to Vancouver for a week to do some local bits and pieces before taking off to Eastern Canada at the end of September for 10 days in Montreal, Quebec City, Toronto and surrounds. Following this, we’re back in Vancouver for a few days (a weekend in Whistler perhaps) before our final flight from YVR – to Kona, Hawaii for a week of sun, paddle boarding and snorkelling (oh, and the Ironman World Championship). We’ll then head home in mid October. We’re undecided at this stage whether to spend a few days in Honolulu and catch a flight back to Brisbane, which may end up being cheaper – even with the extra days in Hawaii if you can believe it! Needless to say we’ll be arriving home quite poor, but we’ll be nicely tanned and full of fantastic memories we’ll never forget.

Last Friday we both finished up at our respective works. I can’t speak for Steven but it was a sad day for me as I have truly enjoyed my working life here in Vancouver. Irrespective of the fact I wasn’t working in my “career of choice”. Still, as they say, all good things must come to an end. Safe to say it truly was a “good thing” and I will miss my colleagues and friends there immensely. Work put on a surprise lunch of sushi and cupcakes for me (they know me too well) and they gave me a Lululemon voucher, which, you’ll be pleased to know, I’ve already used.

To provide a brief update on local events of late (in other words, while Steven’s been training…)

Nat’s been boating … in Howe Sound!

Leaving Horseshoe Bay.
The boating team (minus Laura & myself).
Seals just chilling out in Howe Sound.
I took this photo right before we spotted two bald eagles. Then my camera went flat. Bugger.
The entire team.
We also drove out to Kelowna for the August long weekend so Steven and Dave could do some training on the Ironman course and the rest of us could actually make the most of it. We stayed at La Casa – a little holiday lake cottage community situated on the banks surrounding Lake Okanagan.  It felt a little like I was in one of those North American teenage lake house summer movies – I half expected to see the cast of American Pie stroll past with an esky full of Budweiser at some stage. People really embrace the lake holiday here – just as we’d embrace the coast holiday. Boating, lake trampolines, slides, golf buggies – awesome.

La Casa lakeside holiday cottages.
The view from La Casa. 
More views. 
Epic post-training weekend dinner prepared by Shilo, Ben and me (well, I peeled the corn).
A family of deer. Little Bambi on the right. Cute.
On Monday we did a mini self tour of a few of the local wineries – big and small – Mt. Boucherie, Quail’s Gate, Little Straw and Mission Hill – all highly recommended. Unfortunately the five hour drive back to Vancouver took us seven hours because of a three car pile-up on the highway. The traffic was so bad that Ben even got out of his car and went for a run session along the highway while Shilo stayed in the car, crawling in the traffic. Steven and I entertained ourselves by switching on the satellite radio 90’s hits station and belting out some tunes. Sadly (and surprisingly), Spin Doctors was not on their playlist. 

The view from Little Straw.
Wine tasting at Little Straw.
Reflecting on how much food he'll be eating on the Alaskan cruise buffet in just a few short weeks...
The gorgeous view from the carpark at Quail's Gate winery.
Mission Hill - very European.
Two weekends ago Ben and his sister Sonya competed in the Lululemon half marathon (for those who don’t know – Lululemon is like the Lorna Jane of Canada – it was also started in Vancouver  - a little fun fact for you). Dave B and I joined Shilo to cheer them on. It was a great morning out, despite us having to witness a guy who ran the entire race in a mankini (and yet still managed to finish in the top 15!). That afternoon we decided we’d all catch up for a BBQ at third beach (just off the Seawall). As the number of BBQ attendees outnumbered the car seat availability, Dave B rode Ben’s bike and Dave C roller-bladed (yes, he man-bladed!) down to third beach. All I will say is that it was a sight to see! Dave C hasn’t heard the end of the homo jokes either.

In between all these little local adventures we’ve been trying to get down to English Bay as much as possible – while the weather is still good and the sun goes down at 9pm. We’ve been frequenting Pho (local Vietnamese) quite a bit lately – when you’re looking for something remotely nutritious on Denman Street, it's safe to say Pho will win over the alternatives of Fat Burger and Vera’s (also a burger place). The funniest thing about our visits to Pho is that the waitress knows Dave and his order off by heart and she knows us as “Dave’s friends”. We walked in the other day to her greeting us with “Hi, Dave’s friends!”.
Dave B's birthday BBQ on the rooftop at his bachelor pad in Gastown. Amazing.
I’m not quite sure how I feel about leaving Canada yet to be completely honest. While I will be glad to see my Brisbane-based friends and family, I thought when the time came I would feel a lot more certain about where I wanted to settle. Yet, when I think about returning to Brisbane my heart feels heavy. I love Vancouver and I am truly thankful to all the Canadians we have met and to the city itself – we have truly been embraced with open arms. Every time I hear “Oh, Canada” I can’t help but feel a sense of patriotism. And then I feel like a massive traitor. Every day for the last two weeks walking to work I've had “Oh Canada” stuck in my head. Then I feel so guilty I make sure to recite Waltzing Matilda on the way home. I love my surrogate city and I’ll never forget the amazing adventure we have had. My greatest fear is returning home, slipping back into the life we once led and forgetting everything we have experienced and learned over the past 18 months. I am determined this will not happen.

I know what Steven means when he says it’s “the beginning of the end”. These past 18 months have really been a “pause” from our regular life; an escape from responsibility and reality, if you will.  I certainly think this whole experience has changed me for the better – I do not for one second regret the decision and I think we’ve done a great job at making the most of this self-inflicted "leap" out of our comfort-zone. I don’t believe in the “if it ain’t broke don’t fix it” theory. While it may be nice to stay in the one spot and feel “comfortable”, this isn’t as fun as pushing the boundaries and challenging the mediocrity that our life could have become. While I am sad to leave I am so grateful for the experience and I will be forever changed.

For now, I prefer to think of today as the beginning of another amazing adventure. Onwards and upwards for Team Conlow. But first, there was a "little" Ironman to conquer.

A few GOPro photos below from our road trip to Penticton ... 








It seems so long since Ironman Canada weekend, even though it was only just over a week ago. I won’t go in to too much detail with this one – fortunately this time the lead up to Steven’s third Ironman was significantly less traumatic than the last (Read: Mexico 2.0 Heaven & Hell in Cozumel).

We rented a three-bedroom house in between Penticton (where the race began) and Okanagan Falls (the run turn-around point – approximately 20 km in), which was situated on the banks surrounding Skaha Lake. The views were stunning and for the most part, the weather was agreeable. Steven, Dave and I arrived on Wednesday afternoon. On Friday night Dave B, Missy, and Dave and Missy’s holidaying friends Nawar and Jess joined us for rest of the weekend.

Stopping for some fresh local fruit (the Okanagan is known for its produce as well as its wine!)
House kitchen - epic.
Upstairs lounge.
Dinner on our balcony overlooking the lake.
Local wildlife - Aww Bambi!
We spent most of Thursday, Friday and Saturday doing the usual things like checking out the expo, the boys registered and just generally soaked up the atmosphere! Although my atmosphere was slightly dampened when I spotted this guy ....
Collingwood supporters. Ugh. They're EVERYWHERE!
Happy athletes!
Registration complete.
Posing with the bikes on our drive of the very scenic bike course.
Ironman cooking duties.
Nat's bowl vs. Ironman bowls. Hehe.
Bike check-in. CHECK!
Ironman Canada is a fantastic race over a truly stunning course. Over 2000 athletes competed so the swim start was a sight to see! Thankfully I didn’t have to ride or run those monster hills (mountains) but from a spectator’s viewpoint, the scenery couldn’t be more spectacular. True to their fluky form, Steven and Dave managed to sign themselves up for what was the 30th anniversary of the event and, what was to become the final Ironman Canada in Penticton (we hear next year it’s likely to become a Challenge-branded race).

As per usual, I spent most of the day in numb petrification (until I saw Steven at all my little checkpoints along the course - you know, heart in throat stuff every time you hear an ambulance siren), but it was, again, nice to have some company while I did so. The support crew had a fun day out driving to and from different spots along the course (although it is certainly the least spectator-friendly course I’ve come across during my support crew career). We also made chalkboard signs and wrote messages of support for our athletes. We cheered long, hard and loud for as many people as we could, cowbells and all. Though I’ll be glad if I never hear another cowbell for the rest of my life! I’m happy to report that both our Ironman competitors finished the race in very respectable times (not that any finishing time in an Ironman event isn’t respectable!!). Although I know Steven wasn’t 100% happy with how his day eventuated, he still pushed through to the end. While it would be nice to have a perfect race every time, I think the more accurate measure of the heart and success of an athlete is their ability to overcome the unanticipated obstacles and still tough it out (physically, but more so mentally) to the end. He did that superbly well and I couldn’t be more proud.

Posing in our Ironmate's supporter shirts.
The back.
Off to the swim start!
Swimmers getting ready for the start.
The streets surrounding the swim start were packed! Kona was worse, but IM Canada isn't far behind!
Swimmers preparing for race start.
One of our many supporter signs (handmade chalkboard so we could change them up!)
Playing it up for the camera and cheer squad. 
Supporters.
Me and our chalk signs.
Steven on the bike.
On to the run.
Dave on to the run course
"You got this" - the supporter catch cry of the day. Pity it only sounds cool when you have a Canadian accent. 
Steven approaches the finish line...
Coming in to cross the line.
Finished!
All that effort for a little maple leaf. It's pretty cool though.
Finished and pretty happy about it!
3rd time Ironman and his medal.
While over the 15 hours of supporting we did encounter a few irritating people (inevitable), the funniest thing I saw all day was a group of people running 100 or so metres with their athlete not too far from the finish line. I was waiting to see Steven at the time and with each passing competitor that wasn’t Steven, the more frustrated and agitated I would become. Anyway, this group of people was running with a corgi that belonged to their competitor. When the crowd saw the corgi running along, one of the more vocal bystanders in our area called out a rousing “Yeahhhhhh! IRON-CORGI” and the surrounding crowd within earshot started cheering for the Iron-Corgi. Funnily enough I think Iron-Corgi probably got more support over the 100 metres he ran than his Ironman parent did over the entire race.
Incredibly annoying lady holding a rainbow duster. The most annoying part was the fact that  she kept stepping out in front of everyone else so no one could see and then, when she cheered, she'd swing the stupid duster around in such a lethargic manner it was more depressing than inspiring ... not that I understand how one might be inspired by a rainbow duster in the first place ....
We also amused ourselves throughout the day by taking photos of people on the run who we thought were Steven before they were actually close enough for us to get a good look. Unfortunately we picked up this game a bit too late (a few minutes after Dave B triumphantly called out "I think this is Steven!" ... only to find that the man - phew, it was a man! - approaching us was, in fact, African-American).

We thought this guy was Steven...
Another shot for good measure.
This guy too. Haha.
After the race the boys pulled up surprisingly well, a little sore if anything, but nothing serious. On Monday we all went to a local winery (Hillside Estate) for wine tasting and lunch. Although I can’t say I was a massive fan of their wine, the lunch and views at Hillside were spectacular. After the others headed back to Vancouver, Missy, Dave, Steven and I spent Tuesday packing up, visiting a couple of other wineries (La Frenz and Lake Breeze – I highly recommend both) and reinforcing our newly found love and affection for charcuitterie plates!

A well earned rest and recuperation - at the local winery!
Cheers guys!
Posing for photos at Hillside.
Some views.
More views.
Lake Breeze winery.
Lake Breeze - our lunch spot!
We returned to Vancouver late Tuesday afternoon and within 24 hours we were boarding the Island Princess on our maiden voyage to Alaska, which is where our next adventure begins…